The glow palace, the dazzling carving beauty, but the faint, soft and delicate Chinese years. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info In the beautiful and transparent ink painting palace lamp, the beautiful collection is admired, flickering, and the bright and graceful glow.

The young man stepped on the soft incense, fluttered, and approached me: "Qiu Chao, this is for you." ”

The young man gently, slowly, from behind him, took out a clear and beautiful dagger, in front of me, softly swayed, that kind of luster, is so warm and clear.

I raised the dagger, and in the sunlight, it was so clear that I couldn't believe it.

I tilted my head and smiled slyly: "Wei Zitian, this dagger is so beautiful and exquisite." ”

The young man's fingertips hooked my neck, ambiguously, in my ear, kissing softly: "Guess what's its name?" ”

I laughed, slapped his hand away, puffed out my mouth, and said innocently: "I don't know." ”

Wei Zitian, can you, don't always scratch my neck, I can't help but want to laugh, what should I do?

Wei Zi raised his eyes and looked at me deeply, his eyes were bright, it was ambiguous, and it was emotional: "It is Zi Tilt and Confusing." ”

It dawned on me, timid, but deep in my own words: "Our name." ”

Wei Zi smiled softly, and in the light of his eyes, there were countless doting, and he loved: "You are so smart." ”

That year, he and I were twelve years old.

Deception Valley, the endless flowers, scorching charm, the beauty that can't be carved, the hazy and dreamy sky galaxy, melting, beautiful mirror, let Shaoguang, but accidentally forget.

The boy, in front of me, kept dodging, but he became a heart, and kept to me, very close, very close.

I chased, chased, my voice slowly drifted in the water: "Wei Zitian, where did you hide the love letters that others gave me?" ”

The young man looked back, naughty pursed his lips, his expression was not beaten, and his eyes were bright, but he couldn't get rid of the bewitchment: "I won't tell you." ”

Suddenly, I leaned forward, grabbed the young man's fingertips, and glared at him, very angry: "Wei Zitian, you bastard, I haven't seen it yet." ”

The young man tilted his head and snorted softly, his eyes were unwilling: "Hmph, I burned those love letters, do you still want to read them?" Thinking about it? ”

In the air, the fragrance of lightness is diffuse, clear and transparent.

I pinched his chin, pursed my lips, and glared at him fiercely: "Wei Zitian, I'll beat you!" ”

The young man suddenly circled me into his arms, his fingertips gently held mine, on my chin, kept rubbing, brought up, bit by bit of warm and moist face: "Hmph, even if you beat me, I still won't show you." Besides, are you willing? ”

That year, he and I were thirteen years old.

Scorching Creek, a colorful wetland of confusion. Spring and autumn alternate, and the golden year is renewed. However, it is only in the constantly changing years, eternally interpreting, peerless and independent of the dust and freshness.

I stared at the young man in front of me in surprise: "Wei Zitian, why are you wearing my skirt?" ”

I don't know why, but I found that the boy is more beautiful than the skirt.

The young man pouted, his eyelashes flickered, and he was light, innocently, inexplicably distressed: "Didn't you get drunk last night and force me to wear it?" ”

I touched my forehead, and then I thought of something, I walked over to the boy and forced his eyes: "It seems like that's the case, tell me, what did I do to you last night?" ”

The young man hooked my neck ambiguously, his eyes were watery, charming, but extremely clear: "You have to be responsible for me, you beat me ...... last night"

I raised my hand and hammered them in the chest, "You bastard, I didn't hit you last night." ”

That year, he and I were fourteen years old.

Robbery of the city, the petals are transparent, white and flawless, clear and complex, it is a painting makeup, and it is uneven.

Dance, flowers, dust.

That year, Shaoguang poured out, in front of the light gauze window, the young man raised his eyes, he in military uniform, Meishengjin: "Autumn confusion, my finger was cut, it hurts." ”

The tip of the boy's left finger is a small, scar.

I took the young man's hand, gently smeared it on his fingertips, and gently smeared: "Nangong Jin, why are you so careless." ”

The young man pretended to frown, but in his eyes, he was cunning, and he succeeded: "It's my fault." ”

At that time, in the ink makeup of Jinnian, in the delicate boat, the young man sat beside me, holding my hand with his fingertips: "Qiu Confusion, do you like it here?" ”

I nodded deeply and couldn't help it: "Murong Jing, it's so beautiful here, I like it." ”

The young man suddenly lowered his head, and his lips were soft to my ear: "Do you like me?" ”

The former Shaohua passed away, under the scorching sun, the young man was stunned, he was stupid, deep, and stupid staring at me: "Qiu Chao, why are you wearing a military uniform?" ”

I looked back, turned around, and gently poked his forehead: "Jimo Jue, don't I look good?" ”

The young man couldn't help laughing, helpless, but patted me softly on the shoulder: "Whatever you wear, you look the best." ”

The old years are stacked, and in the glow of the sky, the young man is gentle and approaching me. He gently and slowly covered my eyes, and in my ear, Rong Rong called: "Qiu Chao, guess the dice I throw, big or small?" ”

I was helpless, but I blinked my eyelashes naughtily: "Wei Zixian, if I guessed, will you beat me?" ”

The young man bowed his head and his eyebrows were warm: "Okay." ”

In the past time, by the melting water, the young man turned his back, but from time to time, he looked back and peeked: "Autumn confusion, where are you hiding?" ”

I hid by the bushes, but I couldn't help but get carried away and shouted: "Wei Zijiang, if I don't say it, I won't say it." ”

The young man stumbled and approached me, he raised his hand and patted my waist softly: "But, you said it." ”

I don't wait for the fat painting world, in the warm deceptive light, the fingertips of the young man are constantly depicting something on my forehead: "Autumn confusion, is it good-looking?" ”

I raised my eyes, but in the mirror, I slowly found that between my eyebrows, it was clear and flawless, and the sky and water color imprint: "Jinnan night, what is this?" ”

The young man bowed his head, his eyes were warm and soft: "I love your mark." ”

The light of the stars gliding by, the night is cold, and it is getting deeper. The young man's left hand, slowly, softly pointed to the sky: "Autumn confusion, guess you, you are the star?" ”

I pillowed on his neck, raised my eyes, and smiled slyly: "Emperor Jinnan, I'm not a star, I'm better looking than a star." ”

The young man lowered his eyes and gently kneaded my head, his eyes were gentle and beautiful, but they were more transparent than water: "That's it, nothing is as beautiful as you." ”

……

Frame 10: Remember completely

"Autumn confusion, autumn confusion."

The boy's voice sounded softly in my ears, and my mind gradually returned to calm.

I looked at him and smiled deeply: "Murong Jing, I remember everything, I remember everything." ”

Murong Jing suddenly circled me into his arms, his fingers trembling slightly: "Then you go with me, okay, I'll avenge you." ”

It's okay, you haven't forgotten me, have you?

I bowed my head deeply and stopped dodging: "Okay." ”

Murong Jing, I'm sorry, I really, I lied to you. (To be continued.) )