Fu Sheng watched the moon get farther away from him, but his body couldn't move. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

She slowly sank to the bottom of the lake, and Fusheng found that there was only icy water, and not even a single fish could be seen.

Fu Sheng's little head began to wonder how long she could hold up in the cold water, and if anyone would find her in such a seclusion here?

Thinking about it, Fu Sheng felt that he was really unlucky, but he just wanted to eat.

Suddenly, a large hole opened in the calm water, and the water pressing on her body drained to both sides.

Against the backdrop of the moon, a white shadow fluttered.

A man in white came with the sound of the bell, and his slender figure was thin but more elegant. Dressed in white and with black hair, the clothes and hair are flowing and elegant, not tied or tied, slightly fluttering, lined with a figure hanging in mid-air, like a god descending into the world.

His skin was faintly shiny and flowing, and his face was picturesque, and Fu Sheng didn't know what words to use to describe the man he saw.

No language can paint his unstained eyebrows.

He came slowly, and where his toes landed, he grew lotus step by step.

One step at a time, one step at a time.

The little fiery red seeds like elves surrounded him, adding a little warmth to his cold appearance that did not eat the fireworks of the world.

With a slight wave of his robe, Fu Sheng floated to his side.

Fusheng is not tall, and standing in front of him, he can only look up at him.

That temperament made Fu Sheng feel like he had picked up a fruit to eat on the road, as if he had made a mistake.

Together, they landed on the shore.

Fu Sheng didn't know what to do for a moment.

Just standing stupidly aside.

He looked at the girl standing next to him, and as soon as he raised his hand, Fu Sheng's clothes, which were still wet just now, dried all at once.

"Thank you!" Fu Sheng held back a sentence for a long time.

He glanced at her, his cold and arrogant eyes seemed to have no focus, and his dark eyes were full of calm.

Didn't speak.

A gentle breeze blew through his inky black hair and wide white sleeves.

Fu Sheng found that there was a bewitching plum blossom on his forehead, which was lifelike.

He asked, "Lost?" "The cool voice is like winter water.

Fu Sheng nodded.

Then he looked at the tree behind him, and his two big eyes began to glow.

"I'm looking for it!" As he spoke, he flew up the tree and watched as it bore a few fruits.

"1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8," Fu Sheng stretched out his hand and counted them one by one.

"Why so little!" Fu Sheng said, "Did you plant this tree?" ”

Fu Sheng sat on the trunk of a tree, dressed in red and with red leaves.

He looked at the red, as if he had come from the past.

Someone seemed to be saying to him, "I'm going to plant this tree!" The voice was insolent and energetic.

The wind blows ~~

Nothing.

5,000 years have passed......

There are some things that the years can't fade into.

Fu Sheng looked at him, looking at himself, but his eyes didn't know where to look through everything.

"Can I pick it?" She asked softly, as if she couldn't do anything without his response.

He looked at the fruit, which had been glowing red, as if it had become more vivid because of her.

"Yes." He said.

"Great!" She laughed happily at his affirmation.

She saw that there was not much fruit on the tree, and she was not greedy, but she picked two and flew down.

Put one in the sleeve.

The other handed it over, and she said, "I've picked one for you, too!" ”

He paused, but reached out to take it.