The snow fell in Beiping, and the last snow of the year was sandwiched with broken rain.

Gu Yelan's steps walked briskly in the lonely cold of the evening, and the snowflakes were one after another, reflected in the red light of the sunset, crossed with a layer of light powder, like petals of peach blossoms, gently brushing the thin noodles, piece by piece, blowing away the falsehood of the face, piece by piece, stripping out the pure beauty of the soul. It's like a new life, and I've never felt relieved.

The matter of the General's Mansion has come to an end, and although the fire of great sin was started by her on the surface, it was actually the handiwork of Ge Yan. It turned out that Ge Yan had already inserted his deceased in the General's Mansion, and it was the oily left guard who guarded Gu Yelan on the day of the fire. At the right time, Gu Yelansheng's flame had been extinguished by the north wind, if it weren't for the guards adding fuel to the fire and blocking the firefighting officers and soldiers, the smoke with heavy losses would not have risen at all!

On the night of marriage, Wang Fengjiao left her in the General's Mansion, one was to prevent her from framing Murong Qian; The second is to clear up the injustice of "Lin Jianyan", and to use it to ease the suspicion that the two parties could not marry.

Gu Yelan sincerely admires, the first general of the Southern Tang Dynasty, if he is not in vain, his courage and courage are outstanding, Rao has gone through the baptism of thousands of years of wind and sand, majestic and upright, without diminishing at all! In the future, under her governance, Sun Jiajun will be stable and peaceful!

As for Wang Yingying, after Murong Qian escaped from marriage, she went crazy.

Come to think of it, Leng Yueping has been planning for so long, and only the last stone is needed to build the city of his dreams, but it is precisely this last one that makes the bricks and tiles of the city collapse and collapse overnight. So close, yet so far away, Rao is an iron mind, and he can't help but be devastated.

Leng Yueping, lost, at the beginning, she lost.

All along, she didn't lose to her sister, but, to a heart that didn't love her.

Fortunately, Wang Fengjiao is a person who keeps her promises, and although Leng Yueping ended up miserable, she was not lonely. At the beginning, when Wang Fengjiao got "Tianshui Bi" from Leng Yueping, Wang Fengjiao promised that after Leng Yueping appeared on the camera, she would be given the identity of Miss Wang. There are all kinds of suspicions, like water without a trace, although Leng Yueping is unkind, Wang Fengjiao can't be unjust!

Wang Fengjiao retained the dignity of the second lady of her Wang family, and gave her a stable and golden cage for the rest of her life.

Gu Yelan looked up at the sky, the sky was round, and people stood here, so they were naturally a prisoner. Either trapped in love, or trapped in the world. There are always very few things that are transcendent.

Shicai, I went to visit my father in the small courtyard of the farmhouse, and Gu Xianli, who was a little unfamiliar, has been haggard and vicissitudes a lot recently. She just wanted to take a look from afar, but her father invited her into the house.

The fragrance of tea is faint, the warmth is curling, she advises, the deceased is gone, and the living are like this; He said that it is better to be trapped by love than to be ruthless.

Not afraid of the future, not thinking of the past, difficult; Don't mess with your heart, don't get stuck in love, it's even more difficult!

"Miss, look, the best watercolors."

Gu Yelan was dragged back to her senses by this shout, and when she turned her eyes, she saw that she was already standing next to a stall selling groceries. She saw that the stall owner was thinly dressed, his hands were in his arms, but his body was straight. Under the faint light, the beard flutters and the smile is lovely.

Today is Chinese New Year's Eve, and the stall owner is still selling all kinds of painting utensils despite the cold.

Gu Yelan fumbled with her purse and felt a little apologetic: "It's really unfortunate, I went out to collect wind and didn't bring enough silver dollars." ”

"Don't tight, don't tight!" The stall owner waved his hand again and again, "I don't go over some old goods, it's not worth a few dollars!" Look at which one you like, take it! ”

Gu Yelan was slightly surprised, her eyes swept over a belt of pen, ink, paper, and inkstone, picked up a brush like a withered branch, turned it slightly, and saw the word "Guanchen" engraved on it, and then looked at it, and all the objects under the blurred light were marked with this. This time, like an initiation, respect is born.

She was about to ask, but her eyes stopped at a half-open "Dark Fragrance" magazine in the corner, and she was stunned: "This ......"

The stall owner took back the book again and again: "Oh, this is an idle book I read by myself, not for sale, not for sale!" ”

Gu Yelan looked at the description of the stall owner's love for painting, and she didn't feel it: "If this is the case, then I will not be short of money." She took off the picture folder on her back, rolled a picture on it and handed it over: "Wow! ”

The stall owner took the painting in a daze, and was slightly stunned: "This is ......"

Gu Yelan shook the paintbrush in the air, and put it into her backpack with a smile: "Let's go!" ”

The stall owner unfolded the picture scroll, painting a group of "flowers and moons", his heart moved, and he followed out again and again: "Master Lan, please stay!" ”

Gu Yelan waved her hand at the stall owner without looking back: "Dean Feng, this Chinese New Year's Eve, go home early!" ”

Today's Lin family garden, people are empty, and the rich house has changed its surname, which is already the industry of the Gu family.

The street lights are dim, Gu Yelan is no longer afraid of the dark, without Lin Jianyan's guidance, she can still follow the deep flowers and trees and find her way home.

In fact, there is no mystery in this labyrinthine garden, but the rare and precious species planted are varied, and mortals are always easy to be blinded by the surrounding scenery and unable to distinguish the direction when they enter this world of flowers and flowers. The so-called labyrinths are just tricks.

If you only focus on the inch of soil under your feet and move forward step by step, you will naturally not get lost.

Gu Yelan turned into a path, passed through the shadows of the trees, and stopped next to a green mound by the stream.

She stared blankly at the cold tombstone, and only said in a half-loud voice: "Anyway, Lin Feng, I'm coming to see you!" As soon as the words fell, a line of tears fell into the dust.

She turned around again and again, lowered her head to the stream, looked at the white goose-egg face on the river, looked at it, and silently shattered her own reflection.

She regained her face, which means that she will never come back, just like her mother, and will be gone forever and ever.

In the small sorrows, I can faintly hear the heaven and the earth, "click" a few mirror breaks, in an instant, the wind and clouds change sharply, and the stream flows backwards!

But in a moment, the night sky was clear, the sky was full of stars, and the twinkles seemed to be full of mirror fragments.

Gu Yelan fixed her eyes and saw that in the middle of the water, a peach blossom tree had grown at some point. The flowers are splendid, and they open on the pedicle, the breeze is sent, and there seems to be the sound of the piano in the flowers.

Gu Yelan's heart fluttered slightly, and the comic of "The Classic of Mountains and Seas" was also so natural and peaceful at the end. It turns out that the so-called heavenly machine of the magnolia mirror has already been embedded in the inscription of the twelve-character, "Magnolia incense, the soul is broken; Illusory and bright, floating and sinking. ”

All illusions, just because of obsession, as soon as the illusion is clear, the floating world will sink.

The aggregates are empty, but they are one emptiness; The Dharma is boundless, but it's just a nothing!

Gu Yelan stared at the Tao Yao not far away, listening to the rumors, the corners of her lips unconsciously floated with a touch of joy. Flowers bloom and fall, fate gathers and scatters, go with the flow, and become the reason for it.

She gently removed the ring of willow branches from her wrist, put it into the stream, flicked her fingers, sent the dead branches away, got up, and returned to the silence that belonged to her.

The insects and birds hibernate and did not wake up, her steps were gentle, and she could not be startled by the slightest breeze, and the shadows of the trees fell on her face, floating over the safety of the branches.

"Sand, sand, sand." "Sand, sand, sand." ……

Occasionally, the sound of rustling gently enters the ears, like the sound of a paintbrush rubbing against the paper. A wisp of aroma, accompanied by this sound, floated faintly, and the light ink contained a little mellow herbs.

Gu Yelan's heart moved, and she quickened her pace slightly, and walked towards the depths of the light.

The light and shadow are mottled and gradually dissipated, revealing a plain robe, like a black bamboo, with low leaves, and fainting with blue wind bones on heavy rice paper.

Gu Zimo heard the movement behind him, stopped the paintbrush in his hand, turned his eyes and smiled, and his voice was as warm as jade: "Lan Lan, are you back?" ”

Gu Yelan smiled slightly and said "um" softly.

Gu Zimo's ten fingers loosened, and the pages and pages of the picture scroll fell from his hand, and slowly, he closed a night fragrant magnolia.

Silence is subtracted,

A tree of Bodhi through wind and rain.

Shallow smell of peach blossoms,

Press the piano again to slip the pulse.

Lethe River is far away,

The soul is reincarnated.

ink-dyed orchid,

The painting is full of ups and downs.

(ENDS)