What does it feel like to wait for someone?

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Fleur was waiting for someone, for a long, long time. By the time she had forgotten who she was waiting for? When exactly will you come back. also forgot what kind of face the person she was waiting for was.

All she remembered was that she was waiting.

If that person appeared, she would definitely recognize that person at first sight.

Fleur sat every day under the tree that had made a promise. From the morning sun rises to the sun sets. From spring to winter.

But the man never appeared.

Until one day, a man in red stood in front of her and smiled at her.

"Yo."

"You're not the one I'm waiting for." Fleur looked up at the man in red, said a cold word, and then stopped talking.

Xie Zhao looked at the hibiscus flower demon who was sitting under the tree with dull eyes, and rubbed his forehead with a headache. She knew the story of the hibiscus flower demon and the person in front of her.

"Since you're waiting for someone, why don't you tell me a story. I think you've waited so long, and the person you've been waiting for may not come for a while. As she spoke, Xie Zhao began to tell the story she had to tell without waiting for Furao to speak.

It was about a hundred years ago, and there was a painter surnamed Tan in Yongping Town. His painting skills are outstanding. Whether it is birds, animals or characters, Danqing, he paints them vividly. Therefore, many women are looking forward to being painted by this painter surnamed Tan. But this painter surnamed Tan is a very eccentric person.

He made up three no-paintings.

1. Don't paint without features. Second, he doesn't want to paint or not. Third, he is in a bad mood and does not paint.

But even so, there are still many people who come to the door and beg him to draw a picture, even if it is just a few simple strokes.

Speaking of why this painter surnamed Tan is so famous, it is because of a picture of hibiscus flowers blooming that he made in the early years. The hibiscus on the painting and the surrounding rockery corridor are the same as the real scenery. The butterfly stopped and stayed for a long time. At that time, the master of the painter surnamed Tan looked at the painter surnamed Tan and laughed and praised the three good. Since then, the painter surnamed Tan has gradually become famous.

After hearing this rumor, the flower demon transformed by Hibiscus was very curious about this painter. She couldn't help but wonder how beautiful the hibiscus flowers painted by this painter were. Will it be more beautiful than her?

On a summer day, the hibiscus flower transformed into a humanoid hibiscus came to Yongping Town.

looked at the painter surnamed Tan who was sitting comfortably in the courtyard basking in the sun. Fleur finally spoke.

"I heard that your paintings are lifelike?"

The painter surnamed Tan looked at the opening Fleur lightly, but he was shocked the moment he saw Fleur. He hurriedly stood up, and even forgot to tidy up his appearance and ran to Fleur.

"You, let me draw one for you, no, no, no...... Many...... Let me draw a few more. The painter surnamed Tan stammered incoherently because of excitement.

Although Fu Hui looked at the strange painter in front of her, she had doubts in her heart, but she came to see the painting of this painter surnamed Tan.

"Okay."

After Fu Hui finished speaking, he saw the painter surnamed Tan showing a very happy expression. It's like what the little demon in the mountain looks like when he sees the treasure of cultivation. He turned and ran towards the easel, only to stumble over the paint on the ground in a panic.

"Poof." Fleur covered her face with her hand. This painter surnamed Tan is different from the rumored.

The painter surnamed Tan looked at Fu Hui blankly, and a trace of shyness appeared on his face. Then there was a flurry of crashing things. Soon, the painter surnamed Tan stood in front of the easel. The moment he held the pen, his eyes changed, and the aura exuded around him also changed. He waved the pen in his hand and looked at Fleur from time to time. Then he continued to draw on the paper, swaying with pen and ink. At that moment, the painter surnamed Tan was like a king holding everything.

After about two quarters of an hour, the artist surnamed Tan stopped painting. He looked at Fleur and motioned for her to come to the painting.

"This ......"

Fleur looked at the painting of the artist surnamed Tan with wide eyes. I saw a woman in pink holding a hibiscus flower in her hand. The hibiscus flower in the woman's hand is exactly the same as it was before she was transformed.

"How?"

Listening to the questioning of the painter surnamed Tan, Fu Rui blushed slightly.

Because of this painting, they are together.

The painter surnamed Tan painted a lot of portraits of hibiscus, and each painting must have a hibiscus flower on it. They spent a happy time together like this. But the good times did not last long, first natural disasters, and then wars. The feudal kings of various places revolted one after another. The emperor who was high up had to increase his taxes after the natural disaster.

"Fleur, I'm ......"

"I know." Fu Hui pressed her hand against what the painter surnamed Tan was about to say.

Holding Fu Hui's hands, the painter surnamed Tan spoke again. There were things he had to say.

"Fleur, I'm afraid I won't be able to come back. You don't have to wait for me...... If so, if you meet a loved one, then ...... Get married. Or go back to where you should go back. ”

"I'm not married, and I'm not going back. I'll be here all the time. Until you come back. I'll wait no matter how long it takes. ”

"I ......," the artist surnamed Tan wanted to say something more, but in the end he didn't say anything.

"Paint a picture for me, Tan Lang."

This painting was painted by a painter surnamed Tan for three days. Although he had painted the person in the painting countless times, this time he was not satisfied in any way. After carving every detail over and over again, he finally finished drawing.

Looking at this painting, the painter surnamed Tan and Fleur were silent.

Once separated, in this turbulent world, neither of them can guarantee that the other party can survive well.

Finally, Fluffi broke the silence.

"Tan Lang, let's get married when you come back."

Looking at Fleur, the painter surnamed Tan was silent for a long time, as if he was thinking about something. Finally he spoke. "Okay." Although there is only one word, the painter surnamed Tan feels that this word has a lot of weight. For the sake of this agreement, he wants to survive and survive this troubled world.

The painter surnamed Tan left.

I heard that the man he defected to led the army to several victories in succession.

I heard that their army had arrived in Mobei, but Mobei had become a scorched earth.

Heard......

I heard that the war is over, and he will be back soon.

Fleur thought.

But when the people from the same township as the painter surnamed Tan came back one after another, the painter surnamed Tan still did not come back.

Fleur didn't believe what her fellow villagers said that the painter surnamed Tan was dead. She began to sit under the tree and wait for the painter surnamed Tan to come back.

One month.

Two months.

Half.

year.

Just when Fleur thought that the painter surnamed Tan would not come back, Furao saw the figure of the painter surnamed Tan walking slowly from a distance with a cane.

Her Tan Lang didn't lie to her after all, he came back.

The painter surnamed Tan walked to Fu Hui step by step with a cane. His face was tired, and his clothes were in tatters. He was very different from the white-faced painter he had left. He was blown black by the wind and sand on the battlefield, and he carried a kind of slaughter that only those who have been on the battlefield have.

He said, "I'm back, Fleur." ”

For a moment, Fleur covered her face and cried with joy.

However, the change happened at this time, and after the painter surnamed Tan said this, his body turned into a little fluorescence and disappeared in front of Fleur.

It turned out that this was the soul of the painter surnamed Tan, who was still thinking about completing the agreement with Fleur after he died on the battlefield, and even forgot that he had died on the battlefield, until he met Furao, and his wish was fulfilled.

His soul was reincarnated in this way.

After saying this, Xie Zhao turned his head to look at the Fleur Flower Demon beside him with dull eyes.

After hearing the story, Fleur's eyes began to shine. She seemed to realize that the person she was waiting for was no longer there.

"Tan Lang." Fleur murmured softly. She remembered that her Tan Lang had already returned, but she had forgotten it. Forgot about Tan Lang leaving in front of her.

"Why? You're going to wake me up. After a long time, Fleur asked.

Xie Zhao had a helpless smile on her face, and she shrugged her shoulders. "I'm just being entrusted with it."

"Yes...... What the hell ......"

"Well......" Xie Zhao looked up at the sky. Please let the person who came from me say, he is waiting for you in the pavilion and water pavilion thirty miles outside Yancheng. ”

Fleur gathered her mind, the corners of her mouth slightly hooked, as if she had figured out something in an instant. A hibiscus flower appeared on her hand.

"I'll send you."

"Eh," Xie Zhao took the hibiscus flower handed over by Fuyuan, and she was a little at a loss.

"It's a thank you."

"I didn't ...... It's nothing. Subconsciously Xie Zhao said.

Fleur stood up, and she took a deep breath.

"A hundred years have passed, and I have been in a daze for so long. Presumably, this world must have changed. But no matter what, I don't regret this dream for a hundred years. There are so many things in this world, but there is only one love word, which is the most hurtful. People who have not loved, hated, been hurt, or even hurt others will not understand. I can't forget the joys and pains of parting with Tan Lang, and I won't forget them. Because this is the most precious memory. But people have to look forward, even though I am a demon, it is the same. So I decided I was going to cut my love. From now on, concentrate on practice. In the next few hundred years, I may remember how I felt when I once loved Tan Lang, but I can also smile and say that it was the man I once loved deeply. After speaking, Fu Hui turned her head and smiled at Xie Zhao. There was warmth in the smile.

"It's your choice." Xie Zhao looked at Fleur.

"Yes." Fleur seemed to think of something, and she spoke again. "Put the hibiscus flower I gave you at the head of the bed, and it can take you to dream of the past."

"Yes." Xie Zhao dragged a long voice and looked thoughtfully at the hibiscus flower in his hand. Ever......

She couldn't help but think of that sentence again. Jin Ge Iron Horse lives and dies. But now she is the only one, and the man who made the promise to her has long since disappeared into the desolate land of Mobei.

"Are you thinking about your sweetheart?"

Xie Zhao smiled when he heard Fu Yuan's words, and did not admit or deny it.