"Shall I go with you to the south?" Tuoba Qian stood on the high slope, looking at the distant sky at the time of the spring return of the wild geese, she slowly spoke. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The slightly cold spring breeze blew through the gauze skirt where she was dragging, and she changed her dress today into a set of clothes that looked more dignified.

Xiang Yiming didn't answer Tuoba Qian's question, but staggered the topic, looking at the graceful and luxurious skirt, he let out a low melancholy voice, "Flowing sleeve sarong skirt; There is no powder on the face, and the hair is tossed and fluttered in the wind; He has a mischievous smile on his mouth. Hehe, such a person should be you!"

When Tuoba Qian heard Xiang Yiming's words, the corners of her mouth were torn apart with a quiet smile, she spread her hands, stood on tiptoe and looked at the sky, squinting slightly, "Los Angeles is very quiet, there is no smell of blood at all, and the powerful are greedy for pleasure." In the past, my character was also said in the past. ”

The words are very light, and there is no sorrow or joy. Xiang Yiming sat in the corner of the high slope and rested his feet in the wind. When he heard Tuoba Qian's words, he gently tilted his head sideways, looking at Tuoba Qian, with a shallow smile on the corner of his mouth.

He still remembered the arrogant girl in Los Angeles, with her hands on her hips on her hips and chin slightly raised on the street in front of the mansion, "Put it down, it's mine, everything in front of the mansion is mine, including you." ”

The white horse passes through the gap, and the darkness of the passing years. Xiang Yiming looked at Tuoba Qian, who was dressed so dignified and demure, as if he had lost something, and suddenly spoke, "This really doesn't look like you?

The unfinished words were swallowed by Xiang Yiming, and in his pupils, the figure looked down at him, "Coming out of Xuzhou, I saw too much blood, and my naughty feet that wanted to jump high were sticky blood." A song, the grass is sad every year, and the old people are lonely and desolate. We all died in the past, but we were all so small that we almost forgot our current selves. ”

"Really?" Xiang Yiming said with a bitter smile, looking away from Tuoba Qian's gaze. He looked into the distance, and in the far distance there was a line, a tiny one under his nose. That is the mountain and river that the emperor wants, and now it is under his feet, and it is also under the feet of all living beings, being stepped on by strangers in the past without any concern.

"I used to meet a dying man who was holding my hand before he died, and he looked very old. When Xiang Yiming said this, he stopped, picked up a stone on the high slope and threw it into the distance, "He said that his life is too short. ”

"Why do you say that?" Tuoba Qian asked casually as she stood on the side.

He said that he was at a loss all day long, born like paper, and when he was dying, he found that there was only a full stop on the paper, and when he died, he could only recall the remnant sun. When Xiang Yiming said this, he paused, "His life is too peaceful, he hasn't experienced anything in this life, and there is no change." ”

Tuoba Qian was silent, her skirt hunting, her hair blowing in the wind.

"We are always alive, even if it is not the way it was, and our graves are always far away, not in the past. Xiang Yiming saw that Tuoba Qian was silent, and continued.

The wind pulled Xiang Yiming's words away, Tuoba Qian smiled lightly, her eyes as beautiful as a demon turned, she looked into the distance, and suddenly put her hands at the corners of her mouth into a trumpet shape, shouting, "Yes, we have always been alive." Even if things are wrong, we are still together. In the future, we will be together ......forever, forever."

Tuoba Qian's words overlapped in the wind, echoing one after another. When Xiang Yiming heard the words "forever", he was stunned for a moment, and then buried his head deeply.

"The beauty is intentional, and the gentleman is afraid to take responsibility. Leisurely and fragrant, worried and turned gray, extremely sad. Xiang Yiming laughed in his heart, thinking of a certain lyricist who had low self-esteem in front of his beloved woman and didn't dare to raise his head.

He still has a lot of things to do, and he is like duckweed for half his life, what can he give the other party? All along, he can't even get the courage to face it.

Tuoba Qian noticed that Xiang Yiming had not spoken for a long time, she rubbed the corners of her skirt, and felt a little sad in her heart, she lowered her head and stared at the man sitting on the ground, "I always remember the birthday gift you gave me when I was in Los Angeles." ”

"Forget about it. After Xiang Yiming heard this, his eyes turned from bright to dark, and when his body trembled a little, he tightened his teeth.

"And your kiss that day. Tuoba Qian looked at Xiang Yiming like this, and her heart was trembling. After a moment's hesitation, she continued.

"First kiss?" After Xiang Yiming heard this, he was stunned when he sounded on the streets of Los Angeles, and the two of them kissed inadvertently. When he felt sweetness in his heart, he tightened his expression hard, and his blue eyes were cold.

"Paper kites, river lamps, moonlight on the roof..."

In the past, Tuoba Qian lowered her head and whispered to Xiang Yiming, like a secret between two people.

Both of their bodies trembled uncontrollably. Xiang Yiming clenched his fists, he couldn't hold on to it in his heart, he raised his head suddenly, and just when he was about to ask the other party to stop, he met Tuoba Qian's sad eyes, "The cherry blossoms in Xuzhou, under the cherry blossom trees, I have hinted at your oath." ”

"Life and death are broad, and the son is said, and the hand of the son, and the son grows old together. Xiang Yiming thought silently in his heart, the ice in his blue eyes melted again, he buried his head and did not speak.

"Let me follow you to the South, I want to be with you forever... With you. Tuoba Qian looked at the man in front of her who didn't face her, she felt aggrieved and sad, and she was holding the flesh between her lips again, and stretched out her white jade-like arm towards Xiang Yiming, resting in front of Xiang Yiming's eyes.

After a little struggle, Xiang Yiming looked at Tuoba Qian's hand stretched out towards him, his teeth tightened, he pushed his head away forcefully, and stood up indifferently, "I have always regarded you as a sister..."

Speaking of this, Xiang Yiming stopped again, and if he continued, the two of them might never have a chance again. He just needs to do everything he has to do, make a splash, and then he can promise the future to the woman in front of him.

It's just that this future may be too far away, and in the process, I am afraid that the woman's youth is no longer there, delaying others. But let Xiang Yiming let go like this, his heart hurt again.

"Look at it as a sister, right?" Tuoba Qian's eyes were sad, "Our relationship is the same as that between you and Sister Qingya, right?"

At the end of the sentence, Xiang Yiming looked at the corner of the other party's mouth that had spread a desolate smile. He didn't speak, he turned and turned his back down the high slope.

"Dead, dead, everything seems to be dead, but why can't you close your eyes!" Tuoba Qian chuckled, she put aside her eyes looking at Xiang Yiming's back, stood on the high slope, and yelled into the distance, "Xiang Yiming, you bastard." I, Tuoba Qian likes you, even if you hurt me all over my body, I still like you. ”

Hearing the roar, Xiang Yiming stopped walking. Suddenly, he moved again, and there was a fast horse under the high slope.