Real World, June 18, 2011, Niuhua Town, Yuwen Hao's house. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

This day, Saturday, the weather, overcast.

This week, because he didn't have pocket money, Yu Wenhao had to stay at home honestly, and after finishing his homework, he had nothing to do and watched TV.

However, the TV is not good at all, I changed all the TV channels twice, and I still didn't find anything I liked, so I turned off the TV and went to the outhouse, lying on the small bed, pillowing my head with my hands, and looking at the ceiling in a daze.

The grandmother, who was cooking in the kitchen, went into the back room to get a broom and came out to clean the kitchen after picking the leaves that had been piled up on the ground, and saw Yu Wenhao lying on the bed, looking at the ceiling in a daze.

"Haowa, the TV is not good, just read a book for a while."

Listening to his grandmother's voice, Yu Wenhao looked at the ceiling in a daze like a dreamer, and suddenly came to his senses.

"Oh."

In response to his grandmother's voice, Yu Wenhao turned his head and looked at the few thick books on the side of the pillow.

The top one is the "Collection of Ancient Poems".

However, Yu Wenhao doesn't want to write poetry yet.

He took the "Collection of Ancient Poems" and saw the second book.

"Zhu Xian."

With a mutter, Yu Wenhao picked up this somewhat thick and somewhat old classical Xianxia novel book, and at the same time got up, sat cross-legged on the bed, lowered his head, and looked at the "Zhu Xian" on his lap.

"It's been a long time since I've read this book."

With a smile in his eyes, Yu Wenhao muttered and opened the book.

"Heaven and earth are unkind, and all things are used as dogs."

The third sentence of the opening chapter is a very touching sentence that shocked Yu Wenhao's heart.

Looking at this book, Yu Wenhao still remembers that this book was lent to him by a female classmate named Huang Qin, one of the only two female classmates with a good relationship when he was in junior high school, and as a result, after they finished the exam, for various reasons, they didn't meet again, and Yu Wenhao was busy playing games with Wang Ziming at that time, and forgot to return the book, which made this book always be here with Yu Wenhao.

Thinking about it at this moment, Yu Wenhao couldn't help but shake his head slightly, with a smile on the corner of his mouth.

Turning the pages of the book, looking at the novel, the hero's sullen, silly character, Yu Wenhao, seems to have an illusion, how is it somewhat similar to him, they are all silly, sullen, and introverted.

Speaking of novel books, Yu Wenhao didn't read much in junior high school, and before seeing this book, he also went to a used bookstore to borrow some novel books to read, but it didn't make Yu Wenhao feel brilliant, and he felt that he could be brought into it as soon as he saw it.

Except for this "Zhu Xian".

At that time, when he first read this book, Yu Wenhao was shocked and stimulated.

I watch it when I go to school and after class, watch it during physical education class time, watch it when I go home to eat, finish my homework, read this book if I don't want to watch a good TV, read it when I go to bed, and even in my dreams, I still have the shadow of a rare novel.

It is not an exaggeration to describe it as tireless, forgetting to sleep and eating, and completely forgetting oneself.

This also made Yu Wenhao read this book carefully in half a month.

Now after a few years, looking at this book again, although I don't have the goosebumps I had when I first read it, but when I see the wonderful and exciting plot, Yu Wenhao here still can't help but get goosebumps, can't help but have tears in his eyes, and even cry lowly.

When Yu Wenhao was engrossed in reading the novel, on the side, the illusory figure of the demon in his heart also emerged.

Watching Yu Wenhao look at the novel book with all his attention, the demon in his heart is comfortable here, from the picture that emerged from Yu Wenhao's mind, he saw some places in the novel that Yu Wenhao remembered deeply and felt a lot for it, and he also felt the same way.

Yu Wenhao, who was looking at the novel, muttered something from time to time.

Looking at the novel book this time, Yu Wenhao seemed to have some goal in his heart, he didn't read it word by word, read it, but looked at ten lines at a glance, and even turned three or four pages as soon as he turned the page.

"It suddenly occurred to me that in fact, I can write poems about the male protagonist and the two female protagonists."

"Baguio."

Yu Wenhao muttered, looking for a plot related to Baguio, one of the two heroines, in the book.

"Found it."

The water-green shadow, like a ghost, like an elegant, like a breeze, like a star.

The eyebrows and eyes are dotted like stars, and the smile is like a hibiscus out of the water.

But he likes to play tricks on me, haunting me, with some playfulness, a touch of brutality, and a little sadness.

In the blood cave, I felt the deep sad past hidden in your playful appearance and even in your brutality.

In the full moon pool, I saw your appearance under the moonlight, and saw your playful and lovely smile.

Liubo Mountain, in the woods, on a rainy night, I knelt there, you held an umbrella, the figure coming, I saw and felt you, snuggled on my shoulder, the faint body temperature, the faint fragrance, but the strong desire to bear with me.

In the Qingyun Gate, on Tongtian Peak, under the Zhuxian Sword, I looked at you, flew out, blocked in front of me, and blocked the figure under the Zhuxian Sword.

The infatuation curse started, the Hehuan bell rang, the sad flowers flew, and the sword qi in the sky crossed your body, messy, and the corners of the green clothes that fell, like scattered starlight, floated in front of my eyes, floated in my heart, rippled, but set off a monstrous angry wave.

I didn't have time to hold your hand, I didn't have time to stop you, I didn't have time, I didn't have time, I didn't have time, I didn't have time.

Ten years of life and death, without thinking, unforgettable.

At that moment, what is right, what is the devil, it is all bullshit.

If I could, I would like the person standing in my way to stand in my way, not you.

In Huqi Mountain, in the cold stone room, you are lying down, with a pale face, with the same unrepentant smile ten years ago.

The Hehuan bell in my hand retains a wisp of your remnant soul, and I swear that even if I walk through thousands of mountains and rivers, I will find a way to revive your soul and wake you up, at all costs, even if you want to overturn the sky.

But, in the end, I couldn't find a way to wake you up.

Looking at the plot about Baguio in the book, Yu Wenhao, the tears in his eyes couldn't help but flow out, and on the side, the illusory figure was at ease, and the same was true.

After a long time, Yu Wenhao closed the book and breathed a long sigh of relief, with a sad expression.

"I can't help it."

Muttering, Yu Wenhao wiped away the tears that remained in the corners of his eyes.

Yu Wenhao, who was filled with some sadness, and the illusory figure on the side, seemed to have not been separated from the plot in the novel.

In the middle of the night, Yu Wenhao picked up the pen and wrote and drew on the paper.

"Who adorns the gloomy stars? Poor lovesick man is haggard. ”

Yu Wenhao picked up the pen and quickly wrote these two lines of poetry, but when he wrote this, he stopped.

How do you summarize the last two sentences? There are so many plots I like that I can't finish writing at all. ”

Yu Wenhao was worried.

After a while, as if he had opened his mind, Yu Wenhao patted his head.

"I'm stupid."

"How can there be so many, just write the two most important plots, you don't need to write them all, just write the beginning and the end."

"Baguio and Xiaofan got married in the dripping blood cave, and they separated the two sides under the Zhuxian Sword, just write these two."

Thinking of this, Yu Wenhao, who was muttering, had a rich smile on his face, and his eyes were even more shining.

Pick up the pen and write the last two lines of the poem.

"The origin is a drop of blood, life and death, and the soul is extinguished and the immortal is sad and tearful."

Looking at the poem that was written, how did Yu Wenhao look at it, how did he feel that something seemed to be missing, frowning, thinking.

From beginning to end, he watched all this at ease, and at this time, the breath on his body rippled out slightly, turning into silk threads, connected to Yu Wenhao's body, Yu Wenhao only felt goosebumps suddenly in his body, and then in his mind, inspiration exploded.

"Thought of it!"

Yu Wenhao whispered excitedly, immediately picked up the pen, and scribbled on the paper.

"Who do you know about infatuation? It doesn't matter what is right or wrong. ”

"If there is love in the sky, the sky will regret it, and it will be with you in this life."

Poems, written.

Looking at the poem on the paper, Yu Wenhao was very excited and read it in a low voice.

"Who adorns the gloomy stars?"

"Poor lovesick man is haggard."

"The origin of blood is not life and death,"

"Soul Destroying Immortal Tears of Sadness."

"Who do you know about infatuation?"

"I don't ask whether it's right or wrong."

"If there is love in the sky, the sky will regret it,"

"Live up to this life and be with each other."

"Maybe, I'm really a genius."

After praising himself, Yu Wenhao looked at the poems written on the paper, the handwriting was sloppy, and he suddenly felt a little embarrassed.

"Hey, I think at the beginning, I wrote a good hand, but unfortunately I didn't insist on practicing copying block letters, and as a result, the words I wrote were miserable."

"Forget it, I'm too lazy to care if I write well or not. Well, this poem is called, "Read Zhu Xian, Baguio Again". ”

Just when Yu Wenhao was talking to himself here, the demon in his heart was comfortable, but his expression moved, and his illusory figure began to condense.

waved his hand to shoot out a black light, set up an enchantment, and after stilling everything, the demon who condensed his body was comfortable, and his feet took the next step, and his figure disappeared into the house, and when he appeared, he was in Niuhua High School, above the playground of Zhiyuan Building.

As soon as the figure of the heart demon comfort appeared, in the Zhiyuan Building, in the sixth class classroom on the third floor, a figure seemed to have noticed the coming of the heart demon comfort, and the figure who was looking for something in a seat turned around, raised his head, and looked at the heart demon comfort.

"You ......"

"Why, you're surprised to see me."

This figure stepped out of the classroom and came to the mid-air in front of the inner demon comfortably, revealing his figure.

This person, dressed casually, looks handsome and handsome, and exudes an aura that makes people feel like a king, which is awe-inspiring.

"Tao Xuanxing."

Three shocked words came out of the heart demon Anyi's mouth, and a piece of information came out of his mind.

Tao Xuanxing, a junior high school classmate with Yu Wenhao, met through He Cheng, talked a few times, and felt a little speculative, but he was not too familiar at the time.

When I was in high school, after the first class of the second year of high school, I saw him again when Yu Wenhao chose the liberal arts and was assigned to a class, at that time, he was the representative of the history class in the class, he was modest, and because of his handsome appearance, he was very popular with the girls in the class.

The heart demon comfort originally thought that there was only information from high school, but when he was about to speak, a message came to his mind again.

After graduating from high school, Yu Wenhao and Tao Xuanxing met and talked a few times, and the content of the conversation, or rather, the theme around it, was a beautiful girl named Tian Lulu, he liked her, she also knew it, and Yu Wenhao seemed to have a secret affection for her, a kind of appreciation for her talent in writing articles.

The latter piece of information should not have appeared at this time, but somehow, at this time, appeared in the mind of the demon comfortably.

"I don't feel the presence of demonic energy in you, but why are you here?" The heart demon looked at Tao Xuanxing suspiciously and asked.

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