The sad autumn geese go to the flowers and thin, and the west wind remnants the sun and the turbid wine. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoThe dusk is dark, the bamboo leaves are withered, and the curtains are sparse and the lamp is still there. The window is through, the head is over, and the thunder is still roaring.

She carefully wiped Fukuxiu's rain-stained face, but she wanted to speak silently, Fukuxiu didn't know what she wanted to say, but Fukuxiu hoped that she would stop hiding it from me. Fuxiu let her wipe it, but looked at her eyes, wanting to forget her, Fuxiu didn't know if he could start a song of Yao Zheng, wait for the evening moon to fill the sky, listen to the wind and send the way, but now there is only a light dance, who complains, the penumbra lonely window stares.

Fuxiu's cold hand slowly caressed her face, but it looked pale under the candlelight, and I saw my devastated self in her pupils, full of sadness. "Sister, don't hide it from me...... All right? All I have is you. ”

The wind and rain of memories densely submerged and surrounded me, tasted the blooming and withering of feelings, and then looked back to understand the difficulty of cherishing. Concubine Rong hid her fragile apologies in the vast sea of smoke and flowing eyes, and she just wanted not to be fragile. Concubine Rong took Fuxiu's hand, clenched it like the only straw of a drowning person, looked at her messy sideburns in the mirror, and removed the jingling jewelry, Concubine Rong wanted to comb Fuxiu's hair.

Concubine Rong scattered green silk for blessings, silver hairpins and black hair like black and white intertwined fate, black sorrow and white joy, Concubine Rong is like a pious believer, but inadvertently found her vulnerability.

"The jade cicada goldfinch is inserted in three layers, and the green rings are empty with high temples. The autumn wind blows to the ground at the dance place, and don't give a comb when you return. Concubine Rong saw the figure in the mirror floating and heavi, her lips lightly opened and her words were falling, Concubine Rong paused, the corners of her lips rose slightly, and pulled out a soft smile, "Fu Xiu, you are Concubine Fu...... I can hold up a piece of the sky, you see, how suitable it is for you. ”

Fukuxiu slowly pulled out a slick smile, his eyes red and swollen, and he wanted to overflow more tears, but he was suppressed by the floating smile. I put my hand away, my fingertips disappeared hot, the smile became more and more beautiful, but my heart was so empty, I could only cover it with a brighter smile, I wanted to cover it, the most disdainful move I had before. Her hand was firmly held by her, and she looked down, her mind was blank, and I didn't know if it was right or wrong to come this time today.

The blurred figure in the bronze mirror, the cold expression, has never been what I once had, and I was very scared with that kind of expression. The scattered green silk was combed by her, and her voice was soft, always warming people's hearts like Liu Yeqing.

Fu Xiu restrained his expression, but also covered up his fragility and sadness, with a timely smile, tilted his head slightly, and his phoenix eyes smiled. "Yes, if there is no sister to help, the concubine is just surviving now......"

"The autumn leaves pressed the eyebrows for no reason, combed into loose sideburns and came out of the curtain. The hand-sticky tea scarlet flowers, the more people ask about it. Concubine Rong closed her eyes slightly, in front of her was her apricot eyes with tears, and the crystal that couldn't bear to fall stinged the only softness in her heart, but she accidentally fell into a nightmare that she couldn't wake up, and was lost in the dark night wind and rain.

Concubine Rong looked at Fu Xiu's smiling face, the slightest guilt turned into a bubble, who can blame her for resentment or not resentment, hearing her lips lightly opened, but it was like a voice from another world sounded softly in her ears, "Do you know, you are the April day of the world, and it is the light spirit dancing and changing in the glory of spring," Concubine Rong paused slightly, and laughed at her own ignorance, life gave her precious feelings like diamonds and stars, as if that touch of ink, vivid, gentle and moving.

There is no moon tonight, and there is no moon lantern that is not night; Looking for a soulmate, but it is empty of her heart.

Concubine Rong slowly got up in front of Fu Xiu, stroking the already cold tea cup, the green waves were rippling, and the green leaves were like an irritable atmosphere in summer, floating in the clear water that was ignored by herself.

The candle flame shimmered in the mirror, like the sun falling from the leaves of a tree falling on the tips of the hair, flickering brightly. Concubine Rong took the teacup and chuckled at Fuxiu, poured the teacup on the temples, without looking in the mirror, Concubine Rong knew that her embarrassment was even worse than Fuxiu, Concubine Rong raised her hand and waved off the leaves that stuck to her cheeks, obviously smiling but seemed to feel the wetness slipping down my face, "Sister, exchange half of my herbal tea for your smile, you, wish?" May I forget, I wish I could ...... Forgive? ”

The breeze was bleak. The clouds are sinking and the moon is receding and the stars are resting. The sound of autumn rain is dripping, and where it falls, the leaves are wet and the flowers are grateful. The birds are scattered and the trees cover the mountains far away, and the night is hazy and locked.

Gazing at the phantom, the pine villa in the Yin Mountain, how can you get the clear glow, and the moon and stars look at each other. Thinking about old things, messy hearts, snubbing the truth and being silent. Concubine Rong didn't want Fuxiu to see her embarrassment, how could Fuxiu not know?

She always brings out the best in herself, licking her scars alone in dark corners. By the time the first morning light fell, she was as resolute and beautiful as ever. Fuxiu covered his dry eyes with one hand, and her delicate voice was like a white dew and a clear breeze in her ears. When I opened my eyes again, I was determined.

"The sky is open at dusk, the clouds are light and the sky is clear, and it is still daylight. Then reincarnate, dance the edge of the note, and practice the promise of the lotus! ”

Fu Xiu thought about it for a long time, spent it together, and sang with the red. The autumn breeze is relieved, the night is as cool as water, and the moon marks are spread on the ground. Whose jade flute is resentful, poignant, and worried? The struggle in her eyes continued, but Fuxiu thought that she was willing, and she was willing to still be the beating note in her life, soothe her restlessness, and be her April day, which was warmth, love, and hope.

The empty heart was filled little by little, and I vaguely remembered that she once said that we were sisters who couldn't be separated by a slap, and I still remember that she did it. She stroked the hand of the tea lid and her light smile, she was willing to protect everything, got up and picked up the tea cup, the tea was already cold, and the throat was already intoxicating. "Sister, your tea...... The smell of tea is still the same. ”

The autumn wind is bleak and the waves are surging, Concubine Rong is very glad that even if time flies, Fu Xiu has never doubted himself, and the white horse will carve an indelible impression when he passes through the gap. Knowing that she was still up and down in confusion, she finally sighed helplessly and fell into a flashy moment into a wound, Concubine Rong cried like a child in her arms, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry......"

Concubine Rong raised her eyes, looked at this familiar and unfamiliar face, and thought, this second, because of your pray; In the next second, because of your sadness, this life will use the remaining years to exchange for a song, reciting that you are worry-free.

Concubine Rong closed her eyes and slowly got up, the tears in the corners of her eyes were still crystal clear, the corners of her lips were slightly hooked, "One month ......" paused but smiled distressingly, "If I am still standing here in a month, I will tell you everything." "At the beginning of the night rain, the sky in the distance was thick with more dense twilight rain.

Fuxiu and her, after all, are still biological sisters, when she was in the house before, she treated her very well, but now the two of them have different positions, and she has never hurt Fuxiu. It's all born to a mother, how can Fuxiu not know, don't understand, don't understand her intentions?

When Fuxiu held Concubine Rong tightly, he gently scratched Concubine Rong's nose and smiled faintly, "Sister, I am willing to wait for you for a month, even for a year, you and I are still sisters...... If I don't believe you, who can I trust? ”

Listening to Fuxiu's words, Concubine Rong also muttered, "Yes! You and I are still biological sisters......"