Li Muqi's words still fell into the ears of the dark clouds after all. Pen ~ fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info her eyes, a sadness slowly rose, with misty eyes, quietly looking at Li Muqi, with a low sigh in her heart. In her heart, she thought that the she in Li Muqi's mouth was the one she thought of at this time, not someone else. But I didn't know that the she in Li Muqi's mouth was not the one in her heart, but the one she was most worried about appearing in her heart.

If Wuyun knew the one in Li Muqi's mouth at this time, I was afraid that she would no longer have happiness tonight.

Finally, Li Muqi's eyes fell on the dark cloud, looked at her, and smiled slightly, the smile seemed to be as gentle as a spring breeze and as hot as a summer breeze. The corners of Wuyun's mouth also hooked a thick smile, looking at Li Muqi, slowly picked up the wine glass in his hand, raised his glass, drank the wine in the cup, and then looked at Li Muqi, and drank the wine in the cup, looked at her, and smiled slightly, but his eyes were full of concern, as if he was persuading her not to drink more, just have fun...

I don't know when, the bright moon in the sky, quietly climbed up the mountain, the moonlight sprinkled on everyone's slightly drunken faces, reflecting the firelight, there is an indescribable beauty, but also a faint sense of mystery, as if it is no longer in the world, flying down the sky.

There may be no drunken wine in the world, only drunken people. How can such a night, such a view, not be intoxicating? How can you not be drunk?

Wine is not intoxicating, but people are drunk? But I don't know, are people drunk in wine, or in the night?

Li Muqi is not strong enough to drink. If it weren't for tonight's scene, if it weren't for tonight's people, I was afraid that Li Muqi would be drunk at this time, and he would have already found a quiet place to sleep in pain. At that time, although I was drunk, my mind was very clear, but now, my mind was like chaos, I don't know where I am at this time? I don't know where the beautiful song in my ears comes from? If it weren't for the constant beating and shaking of the flames in front of him, Li Muqi was afraid that he would think that he was not on earth at this time, but in heaven...

Kuta, on top of his wrinkled face, in the midst of the wrinkles, lit up with a thick smile—a smile of joy. He hadn't laughed like this in a long time. Although his eyes were full of wine, they were exceptionally bright, flashing like a bright moon, looking at everyone present. The deep folds on his face shimmered with a flushed luster, whether it was the light of the campfire on his face, or the color of wine, or the excitement in his heart at this time.

At this time, his eyes were already like the bright moon in the sky, he slowly picked up the wine glass in his hand, drank the wine in the cup, and looked at the dark clouds with a smile, "Such a beautiful scenery, how can there be a lack of singing and dancing? If there is a lack of singing and dancing, isn't it a fly in the ointment?"

The song sounded, and the song flew. In the sound of music, the song falls in the heart, the song surrounds the soul of the person, the song is intoxicating, it is a heavenly thing, and it is rare to hear it in the world.

Since the song has started, why is the dance delayed? Since the song has started, why is the shadow hidden?

The figure of the dark clouds finally appeared next to the bonfire, like an autumn swallow and a goldfinch. Between the movement and the stillness, it seems to be writing a beautiful legend, and it seems to be depicting a beautiful scroll.

Her figure, reflected in Li Muqi's eyes, evoked the figure in his heart, slowly overlapped with the figure in his heart, and fell on him everywhere. I don't know whether it is joy or sadness, the tears in the corners of his eyes have wet his eyes, and slowly drip, falling on the back of his hand, and then falling into the cup in his hand, mixed with wine, drinking into his stomach, but I don't know whether it is sadness, joy, or pain...

No one in the world can know, even Li Muqi himself, I don't know if it's happy or sad?

The evil shadow in Li Muqi's eyes dissipated with the figure of the dark cloud, but the shadow that swowed in his heart could not be dispersed, and remained in his heart for a long time, as if as long as he bravely stretched out his hands, he could touch it. However, Li Muqi didn't have the courage after all, and he didn't dare to stretch out his hand...

The color on Li Muqi's face at this time still fell on the eyes of the dark clouds, which made her face slowly float a little pain, and a tear fell from the corner of her eye, falling on her satin-like neck. However, Wuyun did not go over to comfort Li Muqi after all, nor did he dare to let him see the grief on her face. Glanced at Li Muqi deeply, quietly left in front of him, returned to his tent with a strong worry, led the horse that had been with her for many years, turned over and jumped, raised the whip and patted the horse, the horse instantly galloped away from its four hooves, and flew away in the night...

The pain and worry in the dark clouds' hearts may only be resolved by this night, and only by this night can they be understood...

In the blink of an eye, Kuta could no longer find the figure of the dark clouds, and when he took a closer look, he did not know where Li Muqi's figure had gone? In his heart, he thought that he was young, looking for a quiet place, and chatting freely about the story in his heart, but he did not know that the two were not together, but did not know where the other party was at this time.

Li Muqi found a quiet place, where he couldn't see the figure in the firelight, and it was difficult to hear the voice in the firelight, but he could see the bright moon in the sky. There happened to be a faint beam of moonlight, falling on Li Muqi's face, pillowing the moonlight, reminiscing, nostalgic...

Perhaps pain is to be drunk in memories, unwilling to get out, only willing to indulge in those pasts, ups and downs, always thinking that you will be able to find a trace of joy in memories, but in the end you can only find deep pain, deep wounds. Perhaps, if you can forget, you will get out of the pain, and you will not be in pain...

The bright moon in the sky, why is it so affectionate, it completely reflects the pain in Li Muqi's heart at this time--reflected on his face; why is the bright moon in the sky so ruthless, why don't you hide the pain in his heart--hide it in the darkness, but it is clearly reflected in the moonlight, even the shallow grass under him seems to have felt the sadness in his heart, quietly lowered his head, and secretly felt sad; Mingyue, why are you so ruthless? How can you be so ruthless? Why are you so ruthless? Why do you only look at the sad people, not the thin feelings of the world?

Suddenly, a flash of light was drawn from the distant sky, and just as that flash passed, a deafening roar sounded above the nine heavens, and a terrifying sound rolled in, and it couldn't help but plant a green panic in my heart...

I have heard the rolling thunder in the distance, I have seen the thunderbolt in the sky, although it is still far away at this time, and has not floated here, but it seems that everyone already knows the answer in their hearts: it will not be long before they know it. I don't want too much joy here, I don't want too much laughter here. Perhaps, he understands a truth better than anyone else in the world: whether it is joy or laughter, it is always necessary to save some for tomorrow, if it is too enjoyable today, I am afraid that tomorrow will only be sad.

The laughter and laughter dissipated in the heart of discontentment. Shaking his head helplessly, with a thick disappointment and sigh, he returned to the big tent, but he didn't forget, looked back at the heavy sky, and complained a few words. It's as if you can't sleep peacefully tonight without complaining. However, even if you say the complaints in your heart, you will have trouble sleeping, and your heart will still be accompanied by a deep sense of loss, and you will fall asleep in the midst of repeated struggles and low cursing...

A black cloud, slowly obscuring the light and moon in the sky, in an instant, the heaven and earth fell into thick darkness, if it were not for a few fires flashing, it would have made people afraid to move.

Fear. Maybe people who are afraid don't know why they are afraid, what are they afraid of?

Li Muqi seemed to be waiting for this moment, knowing that the moonlight in the sky was completely obscured by that black cloud, so he slowly got up from the shallow grass, and couldn't help but look up at the bright moon that had been obscured, and a bitter smile swayed on the corner of his mouth, full of sad and bitter smile. With a sigh in his chest, he shook his body, looked at his big tent, and walked slowly...

Just when Li Muqi had just stepped into his big tent and had not lowered the curtain, he saw a rain curtain falling, instantly falling in the shallow grass, gently hitting the grass swaying in the breeze, crystal water droplets, rippling back and forth in the veins of the leaves...

Li Muqi gently lowered the curtain, and at the moment when the curtain was about to fall, Li Muqi suddenly saw a figure flying in front of him, and couldn't help but quickly stretch out his hand, and raised the curtain to a corner, looking at that figure. If it weren't for the fact that the fire was still bright and had not been extinguished, Li Muqi would have been unable to see the figure of the dark clouds, nor would he have seen the traces of tears on the dark clouds' face, or the shallow traces of rain marks on the beautiful cheeks of the dark clouds...

Could it be that she cried? Li Muqi looked at that figure and asked himself in his heart: But I don't know why she cried? Who was the one who made her cry?

If he hadn't asked himself that, if he hadn't seen this scene tonight, he wouldn't have been in pain, he wouldn't have struggled with a dilemma—he couldn't make a choice, he couldn't make a decision.

The hardest thing in the world is to make a decision that doesn't hurt anyone...

, how sad can fall into the grass, evoking sad and sad memories. The lonely pillow and bright moon relieve sorrow, but the moonlight is cold.

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