The tired body sank down vigorously, like a thirsty person, drinking the clear spring water "Gu Dong Gu Dong", endless sweetness and pleasure! The water is deep and silent, and the bones are loose, as if lying in a pile of soft silk, which has never been comfortable and peaceful!

The delicate voice of the cold moon screen came through the layers of water waves, filtering out the emotion, and faintly echoing in the ears: "Aquatic wood is very dissipating the spiritual power of the water soul!" Sister, you have a good rest and look good! ”

In the nourishment of the Lechuan River, Lin Jianyan's exhausted spirit gradually gathered, and the past began to ripple in his mind. Occasionally, when I open my eyes, the blue pupils in my eyes will pierce through time, and through the enchantment, I see everything in the mortal dust, but I don't know what the scenery is, true and false, false and true, it is yesterday's dream, and it is also a floating phantom.

The light and shadow are like ink, with water as the curtain, blurring out a picture of cloudy and sunny circles; The light and shadow are like needles, with water as the brocade, weaving and embroidering the joys and sorrows. These dynamic images resemble Katsushika Hokusai's ukiyo-e paintings, which are casual and unintentional, but evoke endless thoughts.

Maybe it's because the bottom of the water is too quiet, it's because the bottom of her heart is too lonely, she relied on a bit of painting, with her blue pupils, and began to taste Mo Sheng's posthumous work "Youlan Cao", Youlan Cao? It was originally a qin song composed by Confucius at an untimely time, and Han Yu in the later Tang Dynasty gave words and sang harmony, sixty-four characters, and it was famous for centuries. Mo Sheng's album is named after this, and in this indifference and peace, Lin Jianyan realized another kind of resentment and compassion.

Her memory returned to the Chinese New Year's Eve of the ninth year of the Southern Tang Dynasty, fell on the brightly lit Situ Mansion, and condensed on the peach charm that had not dried in ink.

The peach is dying, scorching its bloom;

Orchid is dignified, bright and beautiful;

Murong Qian intercepted a spring scene in the "Book of Songs" as a couplet, but Mo Sheng waved it with a majestic momentum, although he won full applause at the time, now that he thinks about it, the words and sentences are inevitably a little more deliberate. In fact, there is obviously a ready-made sentence in "Youlan Cao" "Lan Zhi Yiyi, promote its fragrance." "Not only is it plain and elegant, but also the artistic conception is elegant, which is obviously more appropriate to Mo Sheng's consistent pure and lofty style. Based on the scene of the couplet on the day of the case, it is possible for the shallow light dust to think of it for a while, but Mo Sheng, who is full of wealth, must know. Low-key and introverted like him, deliberately abandoning this sentence to do something else, it is definitely not intended to show his talent, but because of its next sentence "I don't pick it and admire it, Yu Lan is not hurt." ”

If you don't pick it up, why does Yu Lan hurt?

The orchid that was not picked was worn by the side for a moment, although it was insignificant to Xu Xiaolan, the concubine of Shu Hui, but for Mo Sheng, it was his life's desire, and his love was parting.

Love needs timing, sooner or later, it is a parting.

It's an untimely work! It's just at the wrong time!

Murong Qianyin's son is home, and it is appropriate for him to have a home. "Taken" the peach is dying, scorching its bloom. ”

Mo Sheng is admired because of "not picking, Yu Lan is not injured." "Give up" the orchid and promote its fragrance. ”

This trade-off is the fate of the peach blossom, the charm painted by the ghost, and the inevitable catastrophe!

The flowing water is ruthless, the flowers are in a mess, Lin Jianyan was turbulent in the previous life, displaced in this life, and between the ups and downs, she saw through the vagaries of fate, but she couldn't see through her own seven emotions and six desires.

After a few days of such a virtual reality, Lin Jianyan's body has completely recovered, but she is not in a hurry to go out, the more she ponders, the more confused she becomes, who is she now? If she goes out, where shall she go?

If you think about it for one more day, your self-doubt will deepen and the fog of love will become thicker.

Knowing that there is no escape, how can you escape?

Knowing that you don't live long, why is your love as deep as promised?