Qu Ziyan walked in the front, and Mo Chen and Feng Jiuyin followed behind him, walking slowly. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

None of the three spoke.

Mo Chen Xu didn't want to talk to Qu Ziyan, and Feng Jiuyin, he was nervous.

The hand he had hidden in his sleeve had clenched for the first time. The expression on his face is no longer the usual cynicism, but deeply solemn.

"Hey, Feng Jiuyin, I'll see you when the time comes. You still have this dejected expression?"

Qu Ziyan stood not far from them, stopped, and looked at the two of them.

"It won't.... We've not seen each other for too long. I miss her so much. I'm a little scared of her, afraid of her running away again. ”

Feng Jiuyin's stiff body slid down little by little, and he looked at a small pebble on the side of the road, his eyes sad.

The three of them were standing by the holy lake in Miaojiang at this time, and because the sky was getting dark, they couldn't see the usual sparkling surface of the holy lake, and they didn't see the big white geese that usually swam around on it. Maybe it's dinner time, smoke is rising from the rooftops of every house, and the children who liked to play by the holy lake have been called home.

"Actually, I don't have to look for her..... It's best if she's happy here. But now it's just that I can't let go of it myself......."

Feng Jiuyin's voice was a little suppressed, he straightened up and raised his wide sleeves to cover his eyes.

"It's all here, and you still want to think so much, let's go, if you don't go to see it, you'll regret it even more. ”

Qu Ziyan turned around and walked forward.

Mo Chen, who was standing on the side, gently patted Feng Jiuyin's shoulder, with a hint of sympathy in his eyes, "Let's go, there are some things we can't do." ”

Feng Jiuyin moved his sleeves, and the peach blossom eyes that were originally full of sparkling were a little dark at the moment.

He nodded, keeping up with Qu Ziyan's footsteps.

Perhaps, this is my last chance.

One last time, a chance to ask for forgiveness......

Xia Qing was lying on the big bed alone, there was still a wine jar left by Chu Qiao just now, and most of the jar was not drunk, and the aroma of wine instantly filled the whole room.

She rolled over, but she still felt uncomfortable lying down.

Just sat up.

She looked ahead with her hands on her cheeks.

The soft quilt in front of him, with dots of blood on it, should have been left behind when he was injured.

She was afraid of red.

In other words, after the Xia He incident, she was full of fear of red.

Pure fear.

Everyone told her that Xia He's death had nothing to do with her, that it was an unavoidable accident. That was the most miserable choice Xia He made himself.

But she knew that it was just the language that people comforted her.

How could Xia He's death have nothing to do with him.

If it weren't for their own existence.

How could this gentle woman who is obsessed with dancing and has the most beautiful dance in the world seek death?

She loves Mochen so deeply, she has Mochen in her eyes and in her head, how can such an affectionate woman tolerate the man she loves deeply falling in love with someone else?

Because of her appearance, she disrupted the delicate balance between Xia He and Mo Chen.

Because she shamelessly became a master and apprentice with Xia He and became friends, Xia He couldn't say anything to her helplessly.

can only choose to use death to commemorate his love that has also died.

The stronger the smell of wine on the tip of her nose, she almost became intoxicated.

If you can just get drunk and don't wake up, if you are so drunk, when you wake up, you find that Xia He is not dead, and you don't know Mochen, how good would it be.......

Then you won't know Qu Ziyan.......

A small voice suddenly sounded in my head.

Yes, if everything starts all over again, if she doesn't know Mochen, Xia He. Then she won't know Qu Ziyan's demon, right.....

But why, when I think that I don't know Qu Ziyan, this heart will ache faintly.

Mingming, Mingming, Mingming.

I just like it a little bit.

The demon who loves to wear red, stinks and is arrogant, arrogant and twisted, and arrogant and black-bellied.

When, when, was it firmly drilled into her heart and never went out again?

"Wake up, wake up!"

Xia Qing patted his cheek heavily.

Don't think about it! Don't think about that demon.

Why is it that the more I think of him, the more I miss him, and the more I yearn for the warmth I get when I am held in his arms.

It must be because of the bar!

This wine is at work!

Xia Qing felt that she had found the source.

She couldn't stay in the room any longer, she had to go out and get some air.

She's got to calm herself down!

Xia Qing lifted the quilt and struggled to find something that could support her walking.

That's when she saw a cane on the side of the table.

To say it's a crutch is a bit of an exaggeration.

It was a piece of wood that the old man had to bring with him when he went up the mountain to collect medicine, so that he could go up the mountain.

At this moment, it was so forgotten here by the old man Hua.

Xia Qing put on the shoes next to the bed and tripped over the wine jar after taking a few steps.

"Gollum. ”

The jar was not broken, it was just knocked over, and it was rolling in the room at the moment.

Xia Qing patted her frightened chest, a little afraid.

In case the jar shattered, she would have to walk carefully, and she would have to walk crookedly now, let alone let her walk away from the debris.

She slowly approached the crutches and reached out to grab them.

"It worked!"

Xia Qing shouted, put the crutch on the ground steadily, and handed half of the weight to it.

Sure enough, the walk was a lot smoother.

Although the posture is a little ugly, it is good to be able to get out of the room.

She pushed the door open with difficulty.

As soon as I opened the door, I smelled the strong fragrance of flowers and the special smell of dew at night.

Sure enough, as soon as she smelled these smells, her mind became much clearer.

With her crutches, she left the room where she had been lying for many days.

In the sky, a bright moon loomed into the sky, and thin clouds were slowly surging, threatening to obscure it at any time.

It was a starless night.

It was a night when the moon would be obscured at any moment.

Xia Qing walked for a while and stopped.

She heard the voice of a maid coming, and in a hurry, she hid beside the rockery on the side.

A couple of waitresses walked over with lanterns.

"Hey, did you hear that?"

"What did you hear?"

"Horses.... Damn, I'm dead this afternoon!"

"Ahh

"That's why just now, the holy woman, hurried away......."

"Aren't the saints and the pony family at odds with each other......?

"Then you don't know........"

"Plop. ”

"Who's there!"

A waitress walked towards the rockery with a lantern.

"Meow, meow. “

"It turned out to be a cat.... I'll find someone to deal with it later, the saint doesn't like cats. ”

"Okay, I'll find someone later......"

The voices of the waitresses grew farther and farther away.

Xia Qing breathed a sigh of relief.

She had just listened so carefully that she accidentally slipped a stone into the lake.

Fortunately, she was clever and immediately learned to meow.

Otherwise, I really don't know how to explain why one of her patients is here.

She slowly crawled back into the road.

It turned out that Chu Qiao was in a hurry to go to the horse's house just now.

She didn't like that colt at all.

But after all, it was the mother of the colt who died. She must still be nervous.

Thinking of Chu Qiao's tired appearance, Xia Qing felt a little distressed.

I'm so tired, but I don't even have time to rest, and I have to solve new things.

No wonder she says she envy herself.

From some points of view, she is indeed happier than Chu Qiao.