The Palace of the West Wind Country, a certain courtyard. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

There is no one in the middle of the night, the breeze does not ask the world to change its face, and the years are abandoned, and it is free to linger lightly among the green bamboo and emerald colors. The starlight splashed all over the mountains, and the flowers and plants were fragrant for thousands of miles, impregnating the houses and intoxicating.

Yun Ling quietly pushed open the door and came to the courtyard, the fresh breath came to his face, and the faint sound of the wind shaking the green bamboo made the silence around him even more quiet, making people even hold their breath.

I still can't sleep, although I hardly rest for days, and I still can't sleep after nightfall. Yun Ling sat on the bamboo bench with his knees crossed, raised his head and carefully counted the stars in the sky, and the bright starlight pulled out a wide heavenly river in the vast night, far away, deep and boundless.

Since seeing Fox Snow Night that day, he can be said to have searched the entire palace, and even the treasury was secretly allowed by Fox Snow Night to open Feng Hanyu. Feng Hanyu, who trusted his mother and younger siblings, had no doubts about Yun Ling at all. When Yun Ling asked, he frankly said that he didn't think that any of these treasures were worth Yun Ling's coveting.

The night is as cool as water, and the ethereal white clothes on his body are like clouds in the wind, gently stirred by the night wind, with a chic feeling that floats out of the dust. People say that each star represents a soul, and the stars are like promises, who knows which one is themselves, where they come from, and where they are going?

Sometimes Yun Ling also wonders, who is this wisp of his soul now? In such a strange world, although she is not alone, but in the face of such earth-shaking changes, it is like the world suddenly falling into darkness, without a trace of light, without half a soft sound, and the silence is terrifying.

Fortunately...... She has no memory, but fortunately, she has dear friends and relatives.

Sometimes, when there is a sudden silence, she feels that this place does not belong to her, she does not belong here, everything is wrong, she is mistaken, but she can't go back.

The wellspring of sorrow in her heart welled up, almost drowning her with extinction, and with it came a loneliness that bordered on despair.

She misses her father, mother, and all the people she once knew, but when she really thinks about it, she can't remember anything, and the instability of her memory makes her feel even more empty, and even feel ...... Does it really exist? What can we believe when we can't even trust memory? In my memory, you are my best friend, and we drink and talk about the joy of the world. But...... Maybe a second ago, you and I were still enemies of life and death.

You scoffed as you watched me lose in illusory memories.

Tears flowed unexpectedly, and once they wept, they could no longer be controlled, and she fell on her arm and sobbed. The string that had been tightly pressed for two days was broken, and the string was like a blade, and it hurt in my heart.

The chirping night insects seemed to be frightened, and quietly retracted their echoes, and there was silence in the night.

Jasmine, who quietly followed Yun Ling out of the room, gently got into Yun Ling's arms when she saw Yun Ling sad, comforting her silently. It didn't know why Bai Yunling was sad, it didn't know how to speak, and it didn't know how to comfort Yun Ling, so it ...... It can only accompany Yun Ling silently like this. It's not bad to be a puppet or something, at least it won't let Yun Ling suffer the cold.

I don't know how long it took to lie down, Yun Ling finally raised his head, and suddenly found that a tall shadow fell in front of him, covering the gentle starlight. The night seemed to fall into the eyes of the comer, giving them a deep and deep look, and a cold stability.

Yun Ling turned his head away, unwilling to let him see his red and swollen eyes. The man slowly sat down beside her, not speaking.

After a while, Yun Ling asked him sullenly, "Why don't you have a good rest?" ”

The man looked at the endless night sky and said lightly, "I slept enough during the day." ”

Yun Ling also stopped speaking, I don't know how long he had been standing here, only to find out when he cried out that people were often not as strong as he imagined.

The so-called strength is just a word for self-consolation when there is no choice, connected to pain, and never abandoned. If she had a choice at this point, she would rather she didn't need to be strong.

Sometimes...... It's not good to think too much about not coming.

Her heart was messy, and the only clear feeling was loneliness, she quietly looked up and asked the people around her, "Would you like to sit with me for a while?" ”

"Okay." The man replied in a whisper, as if he hadn't thought about it at all.

"Then can you just sit here with me without asking why?" Yun Ling asked blankly, but she immediately regretted it, but it was too late.

She heard him say in a flat voice, "Good." ”

Again, without thinking about it, he still gave this answer.

This word seemed to lead to Yun Ling's desperately suppressed emotions, tears welled up in her eyelashes, and her face slid down her face like beads and fell between her clothes, but she insisted on raising her head and staring at the already blurred starlight with wide eyes.

The man finally turned his head to look at her and said, "No matter what, it's useless to cry. ”

Yun Ling didn't want to refute, but subconsciously shouted: "Ah Nian......" The helplessness in her voice made her feel strange, she wanted to find someone she knew and call out the name of an existence, so that she might be able to catch something and not fall into the abyss of darkness.

The man's eyes seemed to be sprinkled with starlight, but he was even a little more distant than the distant stars, and he gestured to her and stretched out his hand to her.

Yun Ling looked at him and hesitated slightly, then stretched out his hand.

He flipped her hand over with his palm up, and wrote the word "Ling" on her palm with his fingers: "Your name." You are the king of the nine heavens, you can be sad, you can be confused, but you can't be immersed in it all the time. Although the king is lonely, you have us by your side. Even if you can't find the pearl of memory, what can you do, at most, the memory of the previous life can't be returned, but you still have the memory of this life. The ability that exists in the memory or something, that is yours, you will learn it again sooner or later, those flashes of inspiration, you will have more. What are you afraid of? Whether it's me, Shangguan Lan, or Heilong, we won't leave you. ”

Shangguan Nian finally said what was in his heart, he thought about it for a long time, he couldn't fall in love with Yun Ling, but he could always be with her, why not? Shangguan Lan is not like this, like a light bulb, in the middle of Heilong and Ah Ling.

"Ling." Yun Ling pondered silently and slowly shook his hands into fists. Shangguan Nian withdrew her hand and took away the calm temperature that had wrapped her palm.

"It's useless to cry, but you can cry if you want to. You have a lot of people to rely on. You see, Jasmine is also worried about you, and it is also with you. He looked into her teary eyes and said softly.