570 Greetings from the wind
In the city of colors, at four o'clock in the middle of the night, Ren Ying, who returned to her residence from the airport, couldn't sleep peacefully in the car at all. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. biquge。 info
When I took the special plane before, in addition to myself, there were two guests, and along the way, Ren Ying learned a lot and understood a lot of things, and finally invited the two to be guests on her side, but was politely declined.
The beautiful woman is not like a real woman, elegant as poetry, but she smiled and told herself what was going on.
Ling'e said, 'Thanks to you by his side, I can leave with peace of mind and no need to worry about it.' ’
"Leave ......"
Ren Ying fell into thought, although neither Ling'e nor Sister Lin mentioned these things, Ren Ying could obviously feel that Sister Ling'e's state was not right.
It seemed that a gust of wind could blow her away from the sense of nothingness.
Do you want to tell Mu Mu about this matter? Although Ling'e and Zheng Lin both said that they would keep it secret, Ling'e just came to meet her, but the two of them ignored Ren Ying's heart for Mu Qian.
Ren Ying was completely standing by Mu Qian's side.
After thinking about it, Ren Ying still chose a more selfish path - if she hid this matter, her eyes would be easy to dodge when she was in front of Mu Qian.
She picked up her phone and dialed Mu Qian's number.
Telling Mu Qian about this matter is equivalent to shirking her responsibility...... It's just that what the consequences will be, she can only consider one side of Mu Qian's emotions.
"Mumu has always had regrets about Sister Ling'e, for more than a thousand years......
The phone vibrate, the screen display on the screen has been connected, and Mu Qian's voice comes from the earpiece, with some confusion and sleepiness.
"Hey, what's wrong?"
"Mumu ...... I, I ...... before" Ren Ying took a breath, "Mumu, have you heard of this name?"
"What's the name?" Mu Qian's spirit recovered a little and yawned, "In the middle of the night, have you been to Caicheng?"
"I arrived, but I just met a sister, she said, her name is ...... Ling'e. ”
Ren Ying unconsciously held her breath and listened to Mu Qian's movements over there.
But the strange thing is that there was no expected outburst, nor was there any expected hurry, Mu Qian seemed to answer very calmly: "She, when did she wake up?"
"I felt that she was not in the right state, but she just said that she came to meet me and talked to me a lot...... Let me take good care of your words in the future. ”
"You can't be dreaming, are you?" Mu Qian smiled, "She died more than a thousand years ago. ”
Ren Ying pursed her lips, "It's Sister Lin who came with her." ”
Mu Qian was silent, the silence lasted for two minutes, Ren Ying seemed to hear the choked voice from the other end of the phone, but if she listened carefully, it was just Mu Qian's breathing.
"Okay, I see, you don't have to worry about it. Mu Qian sighed softly, "I'll go look for it." ”
"Mumu ...... Take care. ”
"Don't worry, I've already let go of what should be put down, and I won't be sad a second time. Mu Qian hung up the communication, Ren Ying wanted to comfort her more, but she didn't have a chance.
She suddenly regretted it, and told Mu Qian about Ling'e's appearance, if he could find Ling'e, I am afraid it would be another sadness.
"Chairman, shall we go back directly?"
"Well, let someone help me make an appointment with Wen Yu, let's make an appointment for afternoon tea. Ren Ying leaned back on the back seat tiredly, her eyes were thoughtful, as if she was thinking about something.
"Okay chairman, you can rest first. The assistant in the passenger seat said softly, Ren Ying nodded, closed her eyes and quickly fell asleep.
In the town, Mu Qian's room.
Mu Qian rolled out of the window to the roof, still wearing pajamas, looking at the stars in the sky.
Doesn't she want to see herself?
Sister Lin, the demon servant, is really incompetent, she didn't even tell herself half a word, and took her around the world.
According to her temperament, she must have gone to find that stupid guy first, and then learned that there was a Ren Ying by her side, so she went to find Ren Ying again.
The so-called entrustment, the so-called entrustment, is just something that you want to do if you are lazy.
Mu Qian slowly closed his eyes, as if he couldn't breathe, and covered his chest and heart......
What can he do now?
Do you want to go to her? Desperate to let her live? But wouldn't that be too cruel to her?
Her teachers, her friends, and her faith were all shattered in her own hands on the day the world was bloodied.
Loyalty and righteousness are in dilemma, love and hatred are between life and death.
The story of him and her is destined to end with the death of one party and the heartbreak of the other, and this ending, she has accepted, and he has endured it.
There's no need to go through it again.
"Alas......" Mu Qian sighed, slowly sat down on the roof, his legs suspended under the eaves, and looked at Dongtian in a daze.
I don't know when the moon has sunk, and the stars don't know when they have circled a few times.
The cool night breeze could not move the young man's short hair, and could only gently pull the corners of his clothes, as if trying to take him far away.
"Hmm...... Humph......"
Mu Qian hummed the song in his memory, and the song was rubbed in the wind, and he didn't know where it was going.
……
Towards dawn is usually the coldest of the day, and the overnight chill falls at this time.
"Is he, right in this town?"
The beautiful woman in ancient costume stood on the grass at the top of a mountain cliff, staring at a hundred miles away.
She didn't dare to go forward, for fear of meeting the person she wanted to see even if she died, and she always felt that she was not worthy of his favor and care, and a ploy made her sacrifice herself.
"Song Shijing, Ren Ying...... I really envy them. ”
Ling'e sighed softly, and was barely able to stand by Sister Lin's support.
The morning star in the eastern sky shone with its last rays, and the sky was white.
Sister Lin's eyes were a little moist, and she asked in a low voice, "Are you really not going to find the master?" Maybe the master has a way...... The master must have a way to keep you alive, really. ”
"My future life is here, shouldn't I have died a long time ago?" Ling'e said softly, leaning on Zheng Lin's shoulder and gently closing her eyes, and whispered: "You are his servant, and you also have his breath, I am already very content." ”
Ling'e seemed to be so weak that she could no longer stand on her own.
"Lynn, will you be able to change the law?"
"I ...... I know, but I can't imitate speech. ”
"Just be like him, just don't talk," Ling'e said with a smile, her face a little ruddy, as if she had returned to the light, and stood aside.
Sister Lin's body flashed with light, and she changed into Mu Qian's appearance.
Ling'e tilted her head and smiled: "No, I have the impression that he likes to wear white clothes and tie his long hair, like this......"
Zheng Lin did as she said, transformed herself into what Ling'e thought, and slowly sat cross-legged on the ground.
Ling'e walked to the edge of the cliff, holding her hands behind her back, tiptoeing, greedily breathing the air of this world.
There was a humming sound in the wind, and the corners of Ling'e's mouth showed an intoxicated smile, and her hands were gently raised, dancing, casual and ethereal.
"The grass on the banks of the green river, thinking about the distance.
The distance is incredible, and the old Meng has seen it......"
She danced beautifully, with the first rays of sunlight rising, her figure faded, turned into a shining point of light, kneaded into the wind, and blew in the direction of the town.
The man who played Mu Qian on the edge of the cliff had already burst into tears, sobbing his mouth and nose.
And Mu Qian, who was sitting on the roof and watching the sunrise, showed a gentle smile on his lips, but when he closed his eyes, the corners of his eyes were also a little crystal falling.
You okay?
It's all good...... Farewell, again.