Candlelight half cage gold jadeite. Pen, fun, pavilion www.biquge.info musk, slightly smoked jade hibiscus. Li Yishan's poems are read in the scroll. It always gives people a gorgeous and light feeling that does not stick to a piece of dust, or the fetters of children's love, or the melancholy of the rivers and lakes for a long time.

At this time, there was a book of Li Yishan's poems on the table. At the table, a middle-aged man about fifty years old stood with his hands in his hands. A gray linen robe. Lazily tied to the body. Furious as grass. Messy hanging down in front of the forehead. Judging from the abrasion of the roots of the long-legged light-soled cowhide soft boots, this person's legs should not be of ordinary height.

He was standing quietly in front of the window. Or look at the willows swaying on the embankment, or look at the hazy green hills outside the fields. Yan Shan's eyebrows. Although there is a young man's stubbornness. But it can't hide the sad state that naturally overflows due to decadence at this time.

Willow swayed. The green hills are filled with smoke, and they are also lingering like light veils. It's like the state of mind of a middle-aged person at this time. Cut constantly. It's still messy. In a trance. A picture as old as the past, slowly opened in memory. The vision gradually blurred, and several bright faces gradually became clear.

Twenty years ago, he was. Illustrious background. Above 10,000 people, you are the lord of a city, and you are heroic. Widely receive customers, there is a legacy of Prince Yan Dan. Looking at the sky and the wilderness, you can win three points of the world, and the momentum of the limelight is unrivaled for a while. Yu Linfeng and Ye Sujian broke into his eyes at this time.

He admired Yu Linfeng, just like Bole looked at the Maxima in front of him, and Yu Linfeng also admired him as a person, just Gao gradually left to face Jing Ke, but the sad thing is that Wen Wu is the first and Wu is the second. The cold window has worn out the wax for ten years. To whom the blade is displayed. So the two of them cherish each other, but they are more interested in competing with each other.

He admired Ye Sujian, like a moth to a fire. He once laughed at the idea of love at first sight. But the truth is indeed from the first glance back. He had feelings for Ye Sujian. Since then, it has been out of control. But he never mentioned it to anyone. Including leaf note.

Finally one day in a certain year, the two met at the Emei Golden Top to learn swordsmanship. One is the dragon swinging tail. broke the opponent's hamstrings, and one was an immortal to guide the way. Through the lobes of his opponent's lungs, he won, but he lost a leg in his life. Yu Linfeng lost, but after four months in bed. But he can walk like an ordinary person.

And then a lot of outrageous things happened. For example, when Yu Linfeng was drunk in Qinglou, she was caught and raped in bed. In a fit of rage, she killed more than 30 innocent lives with the old bustard and the turtle father. is also like because she is rude and willful, and she has an affair with his doorman when she is angry. Jade Linfeng said goodbye without saying goodbye. She became the master of one of the five poison sects for this humiliation. And he himself came to the league with her and played the role of a general manager.

-- People will eventually change. After the age of thirty, most men will become less edged and loosen the morality they insisted on in their early years. More and more sinking. Most women have long lost the faith they had in the past, and they have long given up the integrity they valued in their early years, and they are falling more and more.

Just like now—like she was the other day.

- Branch, in a small pavilion in the branch hall of the Five Poisons Alliance. She snuggled in the arms of the gray-clothed man Xiao Yaoban, and tried her best to please him. The profligate laughter has a touching temptation.

Xiao Yaoban, the younger brother of Yu Linfeng.

Xiao Yaoban's fingers were white and slender. is as mellow as a girl, slowly wandering on Ye Sujian's body. stroked every delicate body on Ye Sujian's body, everywhere his hands went. Ye Sujian responded fiercely. Wheezing.

Suddenly, Xiao Yao's forbidden fingers stopped at her throat and pressed a little. I heard a crunch sound. Ye Sujian's throat bone shattered, and the golden wire wrapped around his throat. It is a gold wire entwined throat locker.

Ye Sujian was in Xiao Yaoji's arms, staring at his eyes unquestionably. Grabbing Xiao Yaoban's shoulders with both hands and glaring at him, as if asking something, Xiao Yaoban smiled slightly. The expression is still calm, which makes people's hearts palpitate.

Xiao Yao forbidden: "You are blinded by hatred. After all, it will be a big deal, and it says to kill you, and I am the hall master of this hall."

At that time, he was sitting in the flower pavilion in the courtyard pruning bonsai, and he still hadn't heard the murmur of warblers and swallows in his ears. He just pruned the bonsai wholeheartedly. Perhaps this is also a way of cultivating the mind. It's just that when the 'rattle' sound came. His hand still shook subconsciously.

'Click'. A flower should be cut and fell. As if a helpless life was slowly passing away, it slowly slid to the ground.

- Finally. A thread that was taut in his heart was torn by a lord of a city high above. to a branch church steward who bends under others. How many bitter tears are there, who knows. But it's all in this moment. A coherent line. Finally, they were all torn off.

Xiao Yaoban's hand was still steady, and he calmly took out a white handkerchief, rubbed the blood she spit on his hand, and then threw it on the ground. Leaned down and whispered in her ear: "Sister-in-law, I am really reluctant to kill you"

His hands were still steady, and after quietly observing the damaged bonsai for a while, he continued to trim another shape with scissors, like an old monk who had settled down. There are no waves on the face. Even her body was in a sack. In front of him, when he was dragged out. He didn't even look at it. He didn't even shake his eyebrows up. The depth of the city is terrifying.

The candlelight faltered. The lines on his face were extinguished. Layers of past come flooding in. The tears had long since flowed, and only the tears on his face crisscrossed him. The distant mountains outside the window were still smoky. In the sky, there are layers of clouds with fish belly lines, and a cold first quarter moon appears and disappears in the clouds.

People don't sleep. The night is over, too. The east is white and the lonely lights go out.

At this time, he still didn't have the slightest look of rest, although his eyes were bloodshot, his demeanor was still resolute.

Shook his head and sighed. Wipe away the traces on your face, calm down and return to the past.

Yes. Memories are just the past, even if you are in pain, no matter how much you torture yourself. It doesn't help, and it doesn't solve anything. The question is how you do to influence the present. How to grasp the present.

Figured this out. The man in gray let out a cloudy breath and reached out to flick the fog that was blown into the house by the wind on his body. Turn around. One high and one low walked to the bed and slept in their clothes.