"To the north. m.”

Inexplicably, a voice suddenly sounded in Ling Chen's mind, startling Ling Chen. Then it suddenly occurred to him that this was the boy he hadn't seen for more than two months.

He hurriedly sank his consciousness into the dantian, but he didn't find the figure of the boy, and there was still only a nine-colored array trapped in Cangdi.

"How long do I have to go?" Ling Chen shouted, but didn't respond.

There was some unhappiness in his heart, but Ling Chen knew that this was his own choice, and he couldn't blame others.

Withdrawing his consciousness, Ling Chen glanced at everyone, all of them doing their own things to pass the time. Now the weather is getting hotter and hotter, and I am already very tired after just a short walk. And the demand for water is also increasing, and they have to find water every two or three days, or they will face the danger of water shortage.

Fireworks in March, everything is born at this time, giving birth to thousands of vitality.

The catkins bud and the peach blossoms bloom. Thousands of willow silks are like thin leaves, delicate but still budding up; I have no intention of fighting for spring, but when spring comes to lovesickness; in the early spring season, all the dancing of vitality represents a kind of vigor and vigor.

Spring rain, death. People take advantage of the dim night to listen to the rain falling on the branches, and the midwinter changes to the new spring.

It doesn't make a difference whether it's a lonely midwinter or a bright early spring. In the vicissitudes of life, change comes from time and people's hearts, but no one has ever mentioned that it comes from the world. If there is really injustice, it is nothing more than that the living are hard to find, and the dead sleep forever.

It was a dream that the dreamer had never forgotten for a long time. It's obsession, it's belonging.

At the end of the bridge corridor, there is a touch of shadow, and the fairy posture is exquisite, and it is difficult to eat the fireworks in the world. The white light veil swayed in the wind, as if it were fluttering in the world, like a dream, and it was difficult to find the authentic trace.

When we met for the first time, the fairy only stood in the meantime, and an indescribable beauty melted into it. The people in the picture scroll are unpredictable.

Ling Chen said: "I had a dream, in the dream, I looked back thousands of times, and I could always see a woman dyed in green silk and with a fairy appearance. ”

Obviously very familiar, every detail of her, every moving gesture, but he could not remember her face. It's very familiar, but it's hard to recognize. In the few years since I left, it seems to be rusty. He didn't know if 'I' was still 'me', if she was still the same she.

Just a stone's throw away, the peach blossoms fall in the wind, and the catkins dance lightly. The lake is turquoise, rippling with layers of ripples, reflecting two still figures. You have not come, and I have not passed.

In the deepest part of memory, the two figures are constantly overlapping and confirming. The little girl with pear blossoms and rain is now slim and generous.

Her eyes were unwavering, but there was still a clear emotion in them. She no longer brings rain to pear blossoms, nor does she cry and scream. Today, she is a mature and steady, dignified and elegant second miss of the Xiao family. It's a pity that all this can't be read in Ling Chen's eyes.

Before Ling Chen could speak, the woman on the other side had already taken the shilling and grasped the overall situation.

"Ling Gongzi. The girl bent down slightly and bowed to Ling Chen.

"Ling Gongzi?" Ling Chen froze slightly, feeling a little puzzled in his heart, and looked at the familiar face again.

Suave and elegant, with an extraordinary temperament. The gauze of the gold pattern swayed softly, and her long black and beautiful hair fluttered in the wind. Compared with three years ago, this woman's temperament is more and more exciting. seem

Like the fairies above the nine heavens, they do not eat the fireworks of the world. Although it is slightly different from the girl in the impression, the beautiful and lovely appearance is deeply reflected in Ling Chen's heart and lingers.

"Ling Chen, you must come to me...", a hoarse sentence lingered in Ling Chen's ears. The girl with pear blossoms and rain at the beginning is now slim. Those indifferent eyes, the temperament that rejects people thousands of miles away, the cold cheeks. Everything tells Ling Chen a fact: 'Everything has passed. ’

Ling Chen was a little incredulous, and his right hand kept patting his chest: "It's me, Ling Chen, Ling Chen." ”

Ling Chen was a little excited, a little at a loss. For the first time in three years, Ling Chen felt flustered. It is in the face of life and death, in the face of the endless tide of beasts, in the face of the green frost wolf that is close at hand, in the face of the swamp that devours everything, and in the face of the coldness of life and death... All of this, Ling Chen gritted his teeth and survived. Because in the most desperate time, the little girl with pear blossoms and rain will appear in my mind, the desperate and hopeful eyes. This scene is inspiring Ling Chen to keep moving forward.

Now, a sentence of Ling Gongzi has turned all his thoughts into ashes. The boy is still the boy who worked hard at the beginning, but the girl is no longer the girl with pear blossoms and rain.

The girl remained unmoved, and her cold face did not change in the slightest. The eyes that are like a pool of autumn water reflect a young man who is at a loss.

Scene after scene played out in Ling Chen's mind. Memories of the past, though blurred. An inexplicable test, it is difficult to distinguish the true from the fake. Countless days and nights of reverie, when they meet again, when the girl calls out the word 'Ling Chen', how should she respond. Panicking, calmly coping, and embracing each other affectionately...... countless days and nights of fantasies, but only three words: "Ling Gongzi." ”

It is true that he has failed to fulfill his promise of a three-year period. On that day, Ling Chen was depressed and remorseful. But he still had a glimmer of hope that he would be able to get her forgiveness when they met in the future. Even if it is difficult for me to face her, aren't all people like this, always hoping to develop in the best direction. This is his hope, and it is also his luxury.

In the days when the future is not visible, there must always be a glimmer of illusion, which is the motivation to continue in existence. In that dusk and bloody world, the burial ground of the demons, no one can see tomorrow clearly. So he pinned his future on that time of meeting.

A hundred flowers are blooming, and warblers and swallows compete for spring. It was another vibrant spring, where it all started and ended here.

Ling Chen tried his best to express himself, hoping that through the bits and pieces of the past, he could evoke the memories of the girl in front of him. Hopefully she'll remember a simple name, a name that's so simple that no one ever mentions it to her.

When the girl heard this, the corners of her mouth moved slightly, and a faint smile was raised.

Hope was once again ignited in Ling Chen's heart. The whole person was rejuvenated again. The expectant eyes, the faces that were full of laughter again. Ling Chen knew that all this was just a prank by the girl, and the next moment, the girl would laugh heartily regardless of the image. As always, he played tricks on himself as a child, but he laughed helplessly. The familiar past, this faint smile, made Ling Chen seem to go back to the past,

"Lady Lingchen. The girl bent down slightly again and bowed to Ling Chen. The cheeks are still the same

There was a faint smile, a familiar and unfamiliar smile.

"Huh...?" Ling Chen's movements froze, everything stopped, and even his heart stopped in an instant. Those empty eyes, looking at the girl in front of them again, repeatedly corroborated with the memories in their minds. At this time, Ling Chen was already a little skeptical about the truth of all these facts.

The spring breeze blows, rolling up the newly sprouted willows by the lake. The lake is turquoise, and in the early spring, there is a touch of vitality and warmth. Pieces of peach blossoms fall, fall in the water, and fall on the shore. It is not the slaughter of midwinter, but the lingering of spring. Blowing away the old meaning, the new silk is full of silk. Winter goes to spring, and no one will stand still. Those who wait for the past will eventually be filled with new words.

The touch of the turquoise of the lake, the refreshing whiteness, is slowly turning around at this time. The flowers are gradually charming to the eye. The slender and graceful back, what left was a person's obsession and a person's abandonment.

"Purple Soul!" Ling Chen panicked, completely unaware of what to do. Instinctively, he shouted someone's name, and the whole person rushed out desperately. Rolling and crawling, unspeakably embarrassed. The hollow eyes lost all lustre, like a walking corpse.

"Ling Chen!"

"Smack!"

A crisp slap resounded on the shore of Luanping Lake.

With a stern shout, Ling Chen's whole body crashed into Wang Qingyun's arms. At this time, Ling Chen had collapsed to the ground, and the strength of his whole body seemed to be drained, and he was held up by Wang Qingyun with both hands. Ling Chen's eyes dodged everywhere, but the tears in the corners of his eyes fell uncontrollably. His lips trembled and he wanted to say something, but all he could do was a moan of 'uh', 'uh' swirling in his throat. It was from countless fantasies that the true story was found. Heart-wrenching roar, hoarseness. Who can understand the inexplicable and inexplicable suffering.

"Xiao ......" Wang Qingyun's words came to an abrupt end.

Gritting his teeth, Wang Qingyun's forehead burst out, forcibly inhaled a breath of cold air, bowed and saluted: "Girl, my brother has just been seriously injured, and his thoughts are still a little chaotic. Looking at Ling Chen, who was slumped in his arms, Wang Qingyun bowed again and saluted: "If there is anything that offends the girl, I will make amends for him here." ”

The girl also bowed slightly sideways, her eyes did not pause in the slightest. Half-close your eyelids, turn around and slowly leave. The face, which had always seemed calm and calm, gradually became calm at this time. The pair of green and white jade hands hidden in the clothes also began to tremble uncontrollably. The girl's teeth that had always been clenched, finally had a hint of relaxation at the moment of turning around. The pale pale lips were dyed a touch of red in an instant, like a peach blossom in spring, blooming on the white jade skin like mutton fat. Without a moment's stay, she went away again, and the girl's back disappeared into the depths of a corner of Spring Lake.

"If he could have stood in front of him a year earlier and said this... How nice it should be. "The girl Gujing has no waves. But the peach blossoms blooming between his lips could not hide his complicated feelings.

Pink peach blossoms bloom all over the lakeside, and the breeze blows, bringing up pieces of thoughts, falling on both sides of the road. But few people can notice who the red petals are mixed with.

The peach blossoms are in full bloom, but they have already withered. The catkins are scattered, and they are waiting for the mid-spring. The lake is turquoise, and it is difficult to carry the sad tears of the girl. The season has passed, and there will never be a return. From now on, I will be left alone, just waiting for tomorrow.