September 12, 1010 in the solar calendar.

Far north, a mecca of falling snow.

When the misty autumn rain was in full bloom, the cool wind was blowing all over the sky, bringing up a slanting drizzle, sprinkled on the golden cinnamon and maple leaves, and then slid down to the green grass leaves. Finally it merges into the land and makes it wet.

The hazy sky has been hanging low like this since yesterday. Under the cover of dark tones, this world without dazzling light gradually floated in a haze of fog, like March smoke.

Under the domination of darkness, everything seems so gentle and sad. Leaves with no thanks, rivers flowing, hares running in the rain, and even flowers blooming in the rain.

It is clearly a dazzling thing, but why, under such a quiet autumn rain, it appears so sad, as if this is the essence of the world, as it should be.

There is no thunder that pierces the sky, only the slowness and sadness unique to autumn, with desperate tones, peeled off little by little. All things go from the sunshine of summer to the loneliness of autumn.

In the rain-soaked leaves, the sound of cicadas is long gone, only a few birds cry, as if to sing the praises of youth and the departure of summer, spitting on the sad autumn coming.

Now, it's raining again.

In front of the mountain gate of the Falling Snow Holy Land, the helpless mountain guard disciple stood with his head bowed, not daring to look at the black-robed woman in front of him. But he didn't say a word, and waited quietly.

What was waiting for, the disciple himself did not know, the woman in front of him was as quiet and unsettling as this autumn day, and at the same time, she also felt that the world was not friendly to her.

Yes, it was denied by the world, a sense of boredom, a sense of powerlessness in the sour autumn days.

The disciple was slightly frightened. Although I lament the beauty of the woman, it is undeniable. I want to stay away from this woman from the bottom of my heart, which is a warning from the depths of my soul, and if it is involved in cause and effect, there will be endless troubles.

The black-robed woman stood quietly in the wind and rain, showing weakness but sadness, as if she had experienced some natural and man-made disasters, just to die with a clear will, which made people's hearts tingle.

It's like a green lotus in the water.

It's clearly slim, but why is it in the lake?

The thin body stood straight, as she was, as delicate as a speck of dust. Although it is bleak, but it is also for, for, that absurd idea, insisting on willfulness.

It's not so much to make a settlement, but to marry a chicken with a chicken, marry a dog with a dog, all the way to this point, although the journey is not far away, but it has also gone through a lot of hardships.

The world is so unjust.

Why, the emotions that some people will cultivate after decades of staying together should be placed on the people with whom they have only been together for half a year. For myself, this is not happiness, but misfortune.

It is a pain that is thousands of times more painful than not being able to cultivate immortals, which is unbearable for himself, and he also knows that there is no one in the world who is as transparent and pure as him.

The slender and gentle man.

It is clear that the time spent together is only, only half a year. can't talk about love and love at all, and can't say that he can't survive without him, but why do you force yourself and suffer your own pain.

Yes, I knew it from the beginning.

Yes, you can't deceive yourself.

So, here comes himself.

Because, there are no worries at all, right?

He will accept himself, he is really in love with himself. He is a man without light, and in the same way, his life is full of gloom, and everything about him is dead. You can tell it from his eyes.

He was his only hope in life.

It was a bloom from the dust, little hope.

It was given to him by his own hand.

How can it be recovered?

Yes, nowadays, he will not be bullied. Have you ever been sleepless at night, as before, and can you find your own fun during the day?

We are all unlucky, since we were all so unfortunate before, then, at this moment, where will the so-called luck come from. Yes, he knows it, and he can't survive without himself.

Relying on fearlessness, relying on oneself is dispensable. Although the family affection is like this, it has survived so far, and it is better if you can't become a monk, and you will end up doing nothing.

Out of hatred for the way of heaven, out of disgust with the world, out of fear of the dark night, out of longing for hope. I have long ceased to fantasize about such a real feeling.

Now, all that remains, not a scarred shell.

Thoughts flowed like this.

It's still so cold on the surface.

Slim.

Suddenly, at the end of the line of sight, there was a familiar shadow, stepping in the autumn water. The still demeanor and appearance are the people who hold the oil-paper umbrella in their hands, and they miss them very much. Although it is only half a month of separation.

But it's like every three autumns.

Parting makes people mourn, and only when they are painful can they know themselves, and only when they know themselves can they be wise.

It's very easy to understand, isn't it?

That's it, like a daily scene comes back to my heart, full of sour emotions, like a dreamy yesterday.

From acquaintance to final separation, it only takes half a year, and half a year is too short for the long time called daily life. But in this short half a year, the strong emotions cultivated are beyond expectations.

I didn't know until the moment of parting.

When we never met, the emotions were so turbulent that they were like waves. At this moment, we really met, but it was so, so quiet, so quiet that I didn't want to mention it.

It's just simple, trying to avoid him.

It's just a simple desire to escape.

Can.

The man holding the oil-paper umbrella was the same as before, his godless eyes seemed to have experienced the vicissitudes of eternity, and nothing could touch his heart. It was not a numb color, but I knew it deeply, it was the brilliance of silence and despair.

There was a tingling in my heart.

The pain is beyond words.

In just half a month, the man in front of him became brighter, so bright that he gave himself the illusion that the man in front of him was not the one he knew.

However, temperament will eventually change. But the mind doesn't, that's what will only be clearer and heart-pounding after parting.

Yes, it has become stronger.

Far more energetic than ordinary people.

The posture as always, it is a body that is so familiar to me that it can no longer be familiar, and even the arms that I love the most have become so, so sinking.

After only half a month, he seemed to be reborn.

His black hair swaggered with the cool autumn breeze, his angular and clean face, and his monk's white clothes made it even more elegant, reflecting his already extraordinary temperament. Just as I remember.

A body that is neither tall nor short.

He spoke, and his voice was so familiar......

"Poetry ......"

Huang Yekui stared at the woman in black robe in front of her, standing in the autumn rain, not moving. Just as this long autumn rain no longer exists, it is so weak that it makes people's hearts ache.

That's a lovely person I know, a person I can't forget.

Huang Yekui hurriedly ran over and propped the oil-paper umbrella above her. Seeing that the lovely person who was thinking about it was in front of him, with his current mentality, he didn't care about anything else, threw away the oil-paper umbrella, and didn't care about the fact that the woman was already wet and clear, and took her in his arms.

"Fool...... Didn't I tell you to wait for me?"

Yang Shihan didn't speak, and she didn't want to speak. Just hugged him tightly, as if he was holding on to the future, which was all he had, and hugged him tightly.

"You fool......"

Huang Yekui's godless eyes fluctuated violently, this was the second time in his life, and the first time was when he reunited with Jiang Zixi after a long absence.

"Poetry ......"

The woman was already sobbing silently, and the corners of her delicate eyes were already glistening with tears. The words that came to my heart turned into choked voices.

I have fantasized about countless ways to meet in person, only crying silently is what I hate and reject the most, not for anything else, just to let my sweetheart see the most beautiful scene in the world.

When the time comes, he will surely laugh. Sigh your luck and happiness. To be able to have such a beautiful person can stay with him for a lifetime and become a fairy couple who envy others.

Even if he and he are full of misfortune.

However, after all, this moment is happy.

The unfortunate self will also have many things that others envy, and the unfortunate self will also be longed for by many people, fantasizing about being able to have the same person who can stay with him for a lifetime.

But now, why, is there only wailing left?

Unfortunate self, now can only cry.

It's not complaining about the injustices of the world.

On the contrary, he has never complained about anything. He is even more reluctant to confide in his heart, which makes others unhappy.

This is the truth that I learned when I was still a child.

I can only be indifferent and quiet.

Shu Yi who surged from the bottom of her heart is real, that is after letting go of everything, she has obtained a vision lower than ordinary people.

That can be said to be numbness, or it can be said to be evasion, and it can be said to be cheeky with the left ear in and out of the right ear.

But, although it is despicable.

But thanks to this, I have cultivated the mentality of a saint who does not go to his heart in everything. Whether it is the persuasion of parents, the contempt of others, or the duty of everyone.

It's all illusory, isn't it? Like a cloud of smoke, nothing substantial is left behind, only the sorrow in the heart of the person concerned and the joy of the evildoer.

Happiness is often based on the misfortunes of others.

I am such a laughing stock.

He's laughing too.

They empathize with each other, and only in this way can casual words pass through layers of defense. Only the embrace in front of you can make you feel warm.

It is something that can make one's heart calm in the cool breeze and autumn rain.

Mother and father have had enough of the white eyes and dispensable combing feeling, and they don't want to hear the silent ridicule of others either. However, even so, no matter where you go, you will receive the same remarks.

This is true in the hometown, and it is also true in the area far from the homeland.

People are people.