A rare restful sleep. The pen "Fun" Pavilion woke up www.biquge.info, and everything was a new situation. But in the end, I couldn't wait. That layer of window paper clearly exists.

I could turn a blind eye to the long night, but I couldn't convince myself. If I have been passively waiting, will the prophecy on the red slip eventually come true?

The long night was silent for a long time, and said, "Miss Feng, please respect yourself. ”

"Are you running away?"

"The long night is devoted to the Buddha. ”

"I know, but outside of Xiang Buddha, there is a small piece of your heart that belongs to me...... Do you want to verify it?"

The woman's clear gaze projected over, and the long night was even more uncomfortable, and there was a faint omen of danger in her heart, with a demagogic and misty atmosphere.

The next moment, the premonition came true, a soft, sweet touch that made the long night forget to breathe and forget to think.

His pupils dilated, and his long silver hair and flamboyant skirt were reflected in him.

When she saw her again a year later, she had abandoned her usual gray coat covered with a white light veil and the smoky gray veil of her hat. Sometimes she wore a blue and vine dress, and her long silver hair hung down from the waist, like the lush plants in the dark forest of summer, with a surging vitality and strange attraction. Sometimes it is a simple white dress, like an elf walking on a snowy mountain.

But today, but at this moment, he realized that the most suitable color for her was not the green of midsummer, not the white of the snow-capped mountains, but the bright red, flamboyant and charming, but when he looked at it, he couldn't take his eyes off it.

When the long night came to his senses, the red shadow was long gone.

His face was hot, but his eyes were very calm.

It was dark in the scripture room, and he lit a candle, but caught a glimpse of the painting on the table called Hometown.

Three or five thatched houses, old red lanterns, pomegranate flowers blooming to the extreme, and innocent birds with wide eyes under the trees, and behind the birds, there was a woman in red lying quietly holding a scroll, looking lazy.

Long Night finally looked over, and the black-haired man on the bluestone was looking at the woman under the tree and the grass hall behind her.

If it weren't for the fact that this completed painting was still there, Long Night would have thought he was a nightmare. But the extra boy on the bluestone clearly reminded Changye that all this was true, and everything that had just happened was not his delusion.

Push the door out, and the moonlight fills the courtyard.

A chilly wind blows in the face.

Long Night looked at the shadows of the light and dark trees as if in the water, slowly paced forward, and before I knew it, I walked under the pomegranate tree.

Long Night stretched out his hand and stroked the trunk of the tree, and the rough touch filled the palm of his hand.

The pomegranate blossoms of the trees resurfaced in Long Night's mind. He lifted the hem of his robe, sat down casually under the tree, and closed his eyes.

The wind blew the woods all night, rustling non-stop.

But he was unconscious.

I looked at the familiar figure under the tree, thought for a moment, took the blanket from his room and covered him, and then sat among the branches in the tree and watched him sleep all night.

"Are you there?"

Three days later, after reading half of the scriptures, he couldn't help but ask after a long night, he always felt that she was around, but he couldn't see where she was, and finally couldn't help but ask.

There was no answer.

The scripture room is still the same as it is used to.

A cool breeze blew through the paper rolls, making a rattling sound.

A faint ripple appeared in Long Night's heart.

Just as he was about to get up, he saw the pen on the bookcase dip itself in ink and move slowly on the snow-white rice paper.

It didn't take long for the ink-drenched small characters to appear on the paper.

In-

Long Night was stunned.

He was just acting by feeling, and he couldn't tell why, and he didn't think that she was there.

After thinking about it, he took the pen and dyed the ink, and wrote a line on the blank paper.

Is it visible?

His words are strong and powerful, and with the meaning of inner squareness and freedom, which is very good-looking.

The long night stared at the pen, watching it freeze in the air for half an hour, before it fell, stroke by stroke, into a word.

Not.

Why?

Long Night asked.

But they didn't answer anymore.

Still there?

Ask again after a long night.

Two drops of ink fell from the pen over there, and soon a cloud of black ink swiped away.

Long Ye's heart was slightly excited, and the ink that fell off drove away his gloomy mood that day.

Are you a demon?

Long Night thought for a moment and asked.

Not.

This time, the answer was quick and without hesitation.

I don't know why I was relieved after a long night. She's not a demon, she's not a demon, it's good. Why is it good, but the long night has not been deeply investigated. I just stared at the word no for a long time and didn't come back to my senses.

If he could see it at this moment in the long night, he would have seen the woman standing beside him, holding an ink pen. The two were far apart, but only a bookcase.

Since the long night found out that the Wind Maiden was in the dark, he often talked to her. In order to avoid trouble, the woman said that he could speak directly, and she would write an answer.

Outside the window, the leaves are falling one after another, and the ground is golden. In the blink of an eye, the snow fell again.

Time flies.

After the winter came, the woman finally showed her figure.

It's cold in the mountains, and it's especially hard in winter.

Long nights are used to it, and I don't feel it. But when he saw the woman's trembling handwriting at the tip of the pen, he immediately pushed the door out and ordered someone to put on the brazier and charcoal.

The bedding of the underworld was also well prepared, and the brazier was prepared.

The woman finally came out of the shy kiss in the twilight, and she showed her figure generously, nestled in front of the brazier and snoozed.

Groggy and still dressed in fiery red, the corners and cuffs of the clothes are embroidered with unknown enchanting flowers with silver silk threads, and the branches are hooked, looking exquisite and gorgeous to the extreme.

Changye glanced at the woman who was eager to turn into a charcoal fire on the brazier, and silently turned his head to continue reading his scriptures.

Through pen talks, they have been friends for a long time and have formed their own mode of getting along. But no matter how familiar you are, it's all on paper, not face-to-face. At this moment, Long Night didn't know how to speak.

After reading the scriptures for a while, he turned back after a long night and found that the woman had fallen asleep. He picked up the black cloak he hung on his side and draped it lightly over the woman.

The black cloak was shaggy, and the lined woman's small face was pointy, and her long silver hair and fair skin looked even more deceitful. The closed eyelashes occasionally flutter slightly, like the gently flapping wings of a butterfly.

In the evening, the woman finally woke up and asked Long Night, "What time is it?"

"It's time. ”

"Oh. The woman got up, the black cloak slid down her clothes, she noticed it, bent down to pick it up, put it on Long Night's body, and fastened the belt, "It's snowing outside the door, you be careful of catching a cold." Slow down all the way. ”

"Hmm. You go first, I'll open the door. ”

"Hmm. ”

The woman pushed open the door of the scripture room and led to the underworld. Seeing the woman's figure disappear behind the door, she opened the door in the long night, and the biting cold wind poured in, and there was already a snowy field outside the window.