The sunlight shines through the unmanned bamboo house, scattered in small pieces in the flower pots on the bamboo desk, bringing a touch of holy brilliance to the red and white dragon spit beads.

The crimson buds of the dragon spit pearl slowly unfold, the petals are tender and delicate, and several slender stamens stretch out from the unfolded petals, and the white, red and green alternate with the most beautiful colors.

It, the dragon spit the pearl, is in full bloom.

In the sun, the blooming dragon spit beads slowly become illusory, and in the blink of an eye, the dragon spit beads on the desk have disappeared, and a man appeared in front of the table, he was wearing a white wide-sleeved robe, the robe was embroidered with crimson vine branches for decoration, and the waist was a piece of emerald green coiled dragon-shaped jade pendant, a contradictory temperament permeated the body, white holy and cold, red enthusiasm and sincerity, green noble chastity.

The man's golden eyes looked at the hut as if he was ignorant and cold, and raised his hand to look at his slender five fingers, and a happy light flashed in his eyes.

He, yes, he succeeded in his transformation, so, where is that person now?

This man is the flowering dragon spitting bead incarnation, the dragon spitting pearl flower demon.

Long Tuzhu subconsciously went out incognito, and then, in the midst of the villagers' conversation and laughter, he silently came to the private school, silently looking at the person who was still wearing a green robe, a slender but straight figure, and a gentle and good-natured teaching those immature children.

He was always so gentle, and he still remembered the tenderness that his slender hand brought to him when he caressed the bud.

Chen Gongsheng took a pot of bamboo leaves and a piece of meat that had been stuffed by the boss, and walked slowly on the country road, which led to a place called a mountain, but could only be said to be a dirt slope.

There, is where Ah Xuan buries her bones, and there is where Li Zhuran buries her love.

On the top of a small hillside, in front of a small earthen grave, there is a wooden tombstone, which is covered with moss, and the words on it are faintly visible.

The tomb of his beloved wife Li Song's Ah Xuan, her husband Li Zhuran stands.

With a wave of his clothes, Chen Gongsheng sat on the ground in front of the tomb without disgust, the bamboo leaves and meat were placed between the tombstone and him in turn, and his hands wiped the moss on the tombstone with his sleeves.

Such a woman is happy.

In the face of glory and wealth but chose to spend a life of poverty with her, in the face of the noble and beautiful princess chose her, the unsalted wife of the chaff, even if she died, her husband's heart was still full of her.

"Ah Xuan, I've come to see you." With tenderness in his eyes, Chen Gongsheng was cold in his heart, "Those children are getting smarter and smarter, and the articles taught will soon be understood, you will be happy, after all, you love those children so much, the dragon spit pearl you gave me is about to bloom, the crimson bud is particularly beautiful, and when it blooms, I will take it to see you." Today is your death day, I hit your favorite bamboo leaf green, you always say that this wine is just like me, it seems to be plain but hot, but you are gone, my heart is also cold, and I can't get hot anymore. ”

The daily bland words are spit out, but it is particularly distressing at this moment, such an infatuated man, makes people want to hold him tightly in their arms and comfort him.

The most intuitive feeling is the dragon spit beads hidden around Chen Gongsheng, in today's words, this thing is purely a stalking maniac.

As soon as he changed his form, he looked for Li Zhuran and silently followed Li Zhuran's dragon Tuzhu standing beside him, watching him miss his wife.

Long Tuzhu is actually like Li Zhuran and Ah Xuan's children, who grow up through their hands until they transform into shapes, if there is no deep love influence between Ah Xuan and Li Zhuran for each other, then Long Tuzhu is just a simple child, right? But without that, would he be able to take shape? Who knows?

That kind of love, that kind of longing, and the dragon spit out the pearl because of love is contradictory.

On the one hand, he loves Ah Xuan, who raised him but died, and on the other hand, he is also jealous of Li Zhuran, who is deeply loved by Ah Xuan even if he dies.

On the other hand, he also loves Li Zhuran, who is deeply loved by Ah Xuan, and on the other hand, he also hates Ah Xuan, who makes Li Zhuran miss deeply. (Is it very messy, that is, he was nourished by Ah Xuan's love for Li Zhuran and Li Zhuran's nostalgia for Ah Xuan until he transformed, so he loved Ah Xuan and Li Zhuran at the same time, but because he loved them at the same time, he hated them even more contradictory.) ）

Long Tuzhu stood like this, his golden empty eyes were full of complexities that people couldn't explore and couldn't explore, he watched Li Zhuran tell sad words with a flat voice, and watched Li Zhuran take a big gulp of wine jugs, the clear wine flowed out of the corners of Li Zhuran's good-looking mouth, flowed through the slender neck, and cut into the placket, wetting the cyan gown, and the cyan robe tightly wrapped Li Zhuran's chest through the white undershirt, looming.

I don't want him to know his own existence, Long Tuzhu thinks like this, he loves him and hates him, but he is more afraid that he is afraid of his own existence, and he is even more afraid that he will abandon himself.

"Do you want to drink?" Chen Gongsheng raised the wine jug and shook it, he knew that Long Tuzhu had always been by his side, and the cups were of no great use, it could be said that they were useless, and they were completely used by Chen Gongsheng as a navigator, and it was a navigator specially used to locate the target of the raider. (Cup: qaq slave is obviously spicy, only eight elements of the navigator.) ）

No one paid any attention.

Chen Gongsheng had no choice but to raise his head, and his ink-colored eyes looked deeply at the golden eyes of the dragon beside him, "You have been following me for a while, aren't you tired standing all the time?" ”

Moving to the side and patting the vacated ground, the slightly drunk Chen Gongsheng squinted his eyes and continued: "Sit down and drink with me, no matter who you are, no matter why you follow me." ”

The staring dragon Tuzhu stiffened his body, and a love called fear and worry finally appeared in his empty golden eyes, "You, you can always see me?" ”

The voice of the dragon spitting pearls is different from his cold appearance, and the slightly sweet voice is like mints soaked in honey, sweet and cool.

It was as if Long Tuzhu had asked such an incredible question, and Chen Gongsheng responded as a matter of course, "Of course I can see it, you are such a big person following me, how can I not see it, sit down, I look so uncomfortable when you stand here." ”

Slowly stroking his clothes and sitting down, it was obviously so desolate, such a simple environment, and the feeling of being sat in a magnificent royal compound by Long Tuzhu.

Chen Gongsheng looked at the handsome and extraordinary dragon Tuzhu, ignoring his slightly stiff body, the left hand covered by the wide sleeves naturally touched the top of his head, and stroked the ends of the silver-white hair along the top of his head. (Chen Gongsheng: qaq, I'm really broken, feel control or something, say that this feel is compared with the cup.) ）

Ignoring the increasingly stiff and trending towards the stone statue, the ears are almost red and transparent, the voice as soft as flowing water is stained with some low and hoarse due to alcohol, and the ambiguity makes a non-person drunk without alcohol, "Your hair color is so beautiful, and it feels very similar to my dragon spit bead (here it specifically refers to the prototype flower of the dragon spit bead), do you know the dragon spit bead?" It's the most beautiful flower in the world, it's my favorite flower, the pure white calyx will spit out crimson buds, but unfortunately, it hasn't bloomed yet, and when it's fully opened, it will be the most beautiful scenery, after all, that's Axuan's favorite ......"

After saying vaguely, Chen Gongsheng took advantage of the slightly drunk to fall on Long Tuzhu's lap and closed his eyes to rest.

The stiff dragon Tuzhu relaxed because of Chen Gongsheng's words, but it became stiff again when Chen Gongsheng was lying on his lap, and his golden eyes looked at Chen Gongsheng with a slightly red face.

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