Dive to the bottom of the pond in one breath, the bottom of the pond is full of sand and gravel and aquatic plants, and small fish shuttle leisurely. Zi Tong searched for a moment following the sound, but found nothing, and in a hurry, he reached into the mud and sand and touched it inch by inch. After touching it for a long time, my fingertips touched something hard, and I hurriedly grabbed it and pulled it out to pull it out of the mud and sand, which turned out to be a thumb-thick iron chain.

Swimming forward with the chain, she saw a stone more than a person wide, and the chain extended from the stone. Half of the stone was sunk in the mud, and the other half was covered with aquatic weeds. I tried to swim closer to see clearly, but there was a surge of water around the stone that pushed me out, and the force was very strong.

At this time, the voice sounded again, and came from the stone: "Zitong ......"

Zitong was anxious, returned to the surface of the water to change his breath, swam to the water's edge and hugged a piece of bluestone and dived again. With the weight of the bluestone, I slowly approached the stone covered with aquatic weeds against the force of the current. Stretched out his hand vigorously to pick up the aquatic weeds and saw that there were several iron chains tied horizontally and vertically, and a lock covered with patina was hung in the middle of the chain.

Her breath was at her limit, her head was rattling from lack of oxygen, and her vision was blurry, but even if she dived close to the stone again, her breath would be exhausted. So she gritted her teeth and lifted the bluestone and smashed it hard against the rusty lock.

One, two, three times, the lock was finally smashed open.

As soon as her chest loosened, the bluestone in her hand slipped down, and she was instantly pushed out by the current.

As she swirled, she saw many cracks in the stone, and the cracks were getting bigger and bigger. A slender arm sticks out of the aquatic weeds, then the other. Then, a man pressed the broken stone on his back and slowly straightened up.

The majestic body, showing off the bumpy and toned muscles, waist-length hair rippling in the water, set off the clear and deep facial features like a kraken.

The blue eyes slowly opened, looking around slightly hazy, and finally settled on Zitong.

Zitong cried happily, but she couldn't see her tears clearly in the water. Swinging his arm and trying to swim to his side, he found that he was seriously drowning, his limbs were paralyzed and he didn't obey the call, his whole body was paralyzed and weak, and he could only shout silently: "Mingyue." ”

"Zitong......" His lips moved, and with a kick of his feet, he swam over and grabbed Zitong's hand, dragged her into his arms, and swam quickly towards the water.

The side face pressed against his strong chest, and the body was firmly held in his arms, not an illusion, not an illusion. Mingyue was by her side, and Zitong felt that she was not afraid, she was not afraid of anything......

Propping open her heavy eyelids, Zitong found herself lying in an empty room. There was nothing in the room except the bamboo bed lying down, the rudimentary wooden table by the window and the wardrobe on the wooden table. There was a bed blanket under him, and his body was covered with a thick quilt, and the quilt exuded a faint smell of camphor.

Sitting up, the head is dizzy, the limbs are weak and weak, and the hands and feet are cold, which is the sequelae of drowning.

Zi Tong remembered that in a daze, Mingyue dragged her out of the water, performed artificial respiration on her, and then carried her here.

Thinking of this Zitong is a spirit.

Moon?!

Where's the bright moon?

The heart was squeezed into his throat, and a layer of cold sweat instantly oozed from his back. Hurriedly shouted to the door: "Mingyue ......"

There was silence outside, and no one answered.

She hurriedly wrapped herself in the quilt and got out of bed, and ran out with a void-floating circle.

The house is very small, with only one in and one out of two rooms.

In the small hall outside, there was a table of eight immortals and two chairs. Mottled lime walls covered with green moss. The windows were gone, except for the hollow wooden frames. Obviously, this house was used by hermits to repair in the past, and there are several images of feathering and ascending immortals on the beams, and there are gossip mirrors hanging above the door.

On one side of the small hall was a cramped kitchen with holes in a brick stove and a dusty stone water tank.

Looking out again, the house is clearly abandoned. The roof was covered with moss, and the color of the tiles was not visible at all. The courtyard in front of the gate has long been occupied by a thriving bracken, and the courtyard is surrounded by towering trees. The rain was still falling, and the raindrops were falling, and although the sky was still bright, the light was dim. A large cloud of milky white fog rolled through the trees, so deep that there was no end in sight.

There was no bright moon everywhere, and Zitong ran to the center of the courtyard and looked around blankly, her nose uncontrollably sour.

Suddenly, a figure dragged a green bamboo and walked out of the misty woods. He was like a jade tree, and his white robe was stained with some rain. The black and vertical hair is tied to one side with a strip of white cloth, and the skin on the neck is as delicate as fine porcelain.

The moment the blue eyes looked at Zitong, her cramped breathing suddenly slowed down, and there was an indescribable sense of relief. The violent beating of his heart, the panic and uneasiness, and the sour feeling of his nose when Zitong thought he had left before all dissipated.

She now felt a great sense of reassurance.

"It's raining out there, what's the matter, standing outside?" Mingyue asked.

Zitong hurriedly said, "I'm afraid you're leaving." ”

"I'll go out and find something." With that, he put down the bamboo, unbuttoned his clothes, and began to undress.

Sensing something strange, Zitong subconsciously looked down at herself.

Only then did I realize that I had no clothes on my body, and I was naked. He didn't wear shoes anymore, and he stepped barefoot on the wet moss. suddenly felt extremely embarrassed, and hurriedly covered the **** with his hands.

And he walked over casually, wrapped Zitong in clothes with a warm body temperature, and picked her up horizontally: "Your clothes are wet and not dry." ”

With a warm chest and strong arms, it's really him.

Zitong reached out to wrap her arms around his neck, and she begged, "Don't leave me." ”

Mingyue looked down at her, her blue eyes were deep and clear, like a mysterious blue starry sky: "I'm here to find you, I won't leave." "The voice is clearer than silk bamboo, with a strong warmth.

His chest was filled with a very reassuring feeling, and Zi Tong breathed a long sigh of relief, pressed his face tightly against his chest, and felt his peculiar temperature insolently.

Back in the house, he put Zitong back on the bed and turned to go out.

I don't know why, seeing that he was about to leave his sight, Zi Tong suddenly became nervous in his heart, and grabbed the corner of his clothes: "Don't go?." ”

Mingyue was stunned, and reached out to brush the hair on her face: "Dinner, it's ready, I'll bring it." ”

Zitong hesitated for a moment, and then reluctantly let go of his hand.

Dinner was simple, steaming hot in a clay bowl. Sitting on the bed wrapped in a quilt, Zitong gulped down the food, and her appetite was so good for the first time in half a year.

Because there are no extra clothes, and his own clothes are given to Zitong. Mingyue sat on the edge of the bed with a rice bucket bare, quietly helping Zitong to add food.

"Mingyue," Zitong asked as she chewed her rice, "how did you find me?" ”

He glanced at Zitong, his eyes were clean and quiet: "I'm with you, and I'm drawn into the Time Void." I was in the void, drifting for a long time, wrapped in dust and stone. fell down, at the bottom of the pool, waited for forty years, but fortunately, it arrived. ”

Hearing this, Zitong's hand stiffened.

He said he was swept into the Void of Time with himself? After drifting for a long time, it turned into stone, and then it was pressed by a charm and trapped at the bottom of the Great Dragon Pond for forty years?!

Yes, Zitong remembers that in the tornado, he did try to save himself.

Her voice trembled involuntarily: "What is the place of the Time Void?" ”

"Demons, ghosts, gods, powerless places, it's dark."

Is it the soundless, unconscious, abyssal darkness that the purple tornado saw after it swept in?

How stupid do you have to be to rush into the Time Void to save people?

How long does it take to drift in the dark before being stoned in dust?

How stupid do you have to be to calmly help someone else cook dinner after being trapped for a long time?

Irrepressibly, Zitong's tears rolled down and dripped onto the hot rice.

Mingyue put the rice bucket aside and held Zitong's face with both hands: "Why are you crying?" Biting your tongue? Mouth. ”

Zitong cried and scolded: "You are an idiot." ”

He was slightly stunned: "What? ”

Zitong scolded again: "Idiot." Then he put down the bowl and got into his arms, "Mingyue, I like you." ”

is different from the hatred, fear and love for the sea, Zitong's love for Mingyue is bursting out of the embankment, surging and unstoppable.

After a while, he patted Zitong's back, but didn't say anything.

After eating, Mingyue packed up the dishes and chopsticks and went out, and told Zitong: "You are drowning, you need to rest, go to sleep, I will clean up the house." ”

Then he went out, leaving Zitong alone in the earthy bedroom. Listening to him crackling and breaking wood next door, Zitong fell asleep happily.

Zitong didn't know how long she had been asleep, she woke up with a cold shiver, the outhouse was deadly silent, and she was so frightened that she lifted the quilt and rushed to the outhouse: "Mingyue!" ”

Outside the window, it was dark, the room was empty, there was an oil lamp the size of a bean burning on the table, and the bright moon was not there.

An indescribable panic immediately welled up in Zitong's chest, and she ran to the door and opened the door.

Mingyue was carrying a clay jug through the courtyard and returning to the house, still naked, and she was stunned.

"Where have you been?" Zitong asked.

He raised his eyes to look at Zitong: "Fetch water." ”

"Why don't you tell me to go out again?"

"I'm only leaving, for a moment."

After being speechless for a while, Zi Tong didn't expect that he was so timid, and he was so scared that he didn't want to leave him for even a moment.

"Go back to sleep, it's cold." As he spoke, he went into the room and put the jug away and untied the strip of cloth that tied his hair. His long hair was already drenched in the rain, and strands stuck to his body, undulating with the strong lines of his upper body.

If you lean on that broad back......

Zitong thought about this, her heart fluttered, and her chest was like a kitten gently scratching, tickling.

"Why don't you go?" Seeing her standing still, Mingyue asked her.

came back to his senses and started a topic: "We should find more clothes, otherwise you won't wear them." ”

"I'll look for it tomorrow and go back to bed."

"I want you to put me to sleep." As soon as the coquettish words came out, her face was slightly hot, but Zitong just wanted him to accompany her.

"Okay."

Following her into the back room, Mingyue arranged the quilt for Zitong, and then sat at the head of the bed with her back against the wall.

Zitong had to inch in: "Lie next to me and coax me." ”

He didn't hesitate, and lay on his side next to Zitong facing her.

Zi Tong smiled and pulled the quilt to cover him: "I'm not allowed to run until I fall asleep." ”

He to: "Don't run. ”

So Zitong closed her eyes with relief.

Outside, the rain and wind shook the canopy of the trees, and the sound of small fragments seemed to isolate the whole house from the world, and it was very quiet. And his breath hit Zitong's face one by one, as warm as jade as his body temperature, very moist. It's like an ancient sacrificial spell that gradually bewitches her sanity.

"Bright Moon...... I like you......" Uncontrollably, Zi Tong whispered, "I really like ......"

In a daze, after about a long time, and only a moment, he replied softly, "Yes." ”

Then two soft lips blocked Zitong's lips.

The brain is still confused, Zitong doesn't know if this heartfelt joy is real, she didn't even open her eyes, but she just likes it, she likes it......

I want to be closer to him, closer......

So Zitong sank again, entangled with him in the silent and dark space......

The flute sound is melodious, crisp and soft. Like a heavenly sound, through the dream to wake up the sleeping Zitong.

She opened her eyes and stretched comfortably, and her sleep was refreshing.

For a while, Zitong has been lying in the gentle township of Mingyue, stretching out her hand to eat and opening her mouth, and her life is so happy that even her snot bubbles are beautiful.

Mingyue circled around her.

Every day, she tries her best to meet all the needs of Zitong, and is considerate like a never-tired machine;

Who is the best man in the world to be a husband?

Zitong replied silently in her heart: "It's the bright moon, it's the bright moon." ”

Zitong got dressed and went out, and saw that Mingyue had just removed the fern moss in the courtyard, and was sitting on the fern moss pile, holding a green bamboo flute in her hand and blowing lightly. The long eyelashes trembled slightly, and the slender fingers rose and fell gracefully. The beige gown, set against the green and hazy mountains of Saga, is like an ink painting splashing ink and light color, indescribably freehand and tranquil.

This person should only be in the sky, how many times can I see him in the world, and Zitong was stupid for a while.

"Hungry?" Putting down the flute, he asked.

Coming back to her senses, Zitong ran over with a smile and climbed onto the soft fern moss. Wrapped his arms around his neck and rested his head on his shoulder: "Mingyue, you blow so well." ”

"I'm better at it, Jean."

"Can you read the score?"

He shook his head.

"Can you read the old music?"

He nodded.

Friends are easy to get, bosom friends are hard to find, and a feeling of seeing each other and hating each other arises spontaneously.

They talked about tunes and musical instruments......

We talked until noon, when he asked, "I'm going to cook." ”

Still unsatisfied, Zi Tong shook his head: "You blow the tune we made up first." ”

"I'll listen to it after dinner."

"No, I'm going to listen now."

He raised the corners of his mouth helplessly: "Okay." ”

Zitong was triumphant and lay down, his head resting on his legs.

The melodious flute sounded, euphemistic and clear. Romantic music is transformed into an ethereal melody that reverberates in a secluded valley with the beauty of jasmine.

A faint floating cloud floated softly overhead, and Zitong was almost drunk, and her consciousness fluctuated with the melody.

It would be nice if time stayed at this moment forever, from childhood to adulthood, this is Zitong's happiest day. In this way, relying on people who can be trusted, you don't have to think about anything, you don't have to think about anything. It's simple, it's as simple as clear water.

If she is a normal woman who can marry, Zitong feels that she must marry Mingyue and not be a second choice, so she doesn't care if Mingyue is a demon or a corpse.

Even though she can't marry him now, she also wants to be with Mingyue, because she wants to be with Mingyue at the moment.

What if the price is death?

At the end of the song, Zitong breathed a sigh of relief: "Mingyue, I still have to listen." ”

He touched Zitong's hair: "Take care of your body, and play after eating." ”

"Don't worry, it's not my body." Zitong said.

"It's your body, she's your past life." Mingyue said seriously, "In the previous life, your soul was trapped, so you had to be angry and reincarnated. Therefore, Liu Yue is a fool, there is no soul in her body. You can successfully attach to her. ”

"Huh?" Zitong was stunned, as if she understood or not.

After thinking about it for a while, Zitong finally understood that Liu Yue was her previous life, and she became stupid for some reason, so she didn't have any abnormalities attached to Liu Yue, just like customizing her body.

"No wonder she looks exactly like me," it felt fresh and peculiar, Zitong sat up and jumped off the fern moss pile and took a few catwalks, "Then I have to take good care of my body, and I will be a few years younger at once." ”

She turned her head and was surprised to find a woman sitting next to Mingyue on the fern moss.

His expression was glazed, and his eyes were blankly fixed on her.

This woman is herself.

She sat next to Mingyue, who was she with her waist crossed and dumbfounded......

In a panic, she suddenly heard Mingyue shouting at her: "Come back quickly!" ”

She immediately understood that it was Liu Yue's body that was sitting, and her soul was out of her body. With a scream, Zi Tong hurriedly ran over and crashed back into Liu Yue, just like putting the clothes off back on.

It was dark for a moment, and then it lit up again, almost like a flash of lightning.

raised her hands and looked at it, fortunately, her ten fingers moved freely, and she returned to Liu Yue's body.

Mingyue lowered her voice, as if she was talking to Zitong, and seemed to be talking to herself: "Although there are no three spirits, if you are attached to the original body, you will not go out of your body." ”

"What?" Zitong didn't understand.

Saying that it was too late, he grabbed Zitong's right hand and pinched her wrist.

"What's wrong?" Zitong asked again.

He looked up at Zitong in a daze, and without replying, his already pale face turned dead white, dead white.

Zitong was puzzled and a little worried: "It's not a big deal, right?" ”

He still didn't reply, but his hand was getting stronger and stronger, and his fingertips seemed to pierce Zi Tong's wrist, and finally Zi Tong couldn't help but scream in pain: "Hey......"

He let go of his hand as if he had been stung by a bee, jumped off the fern pile, and took several steps back, his eyes still staring at Zitong in a daze.

Confused, Zi Tong stretched out his finger and shook it in front of his eyes: "Mingyue ......"

The green bamboo flute in his hand fell to the ground, and his figure flickered, like a white lightning bolt piercing into the misty woods.

Zitong picked up the bamboo flute on the ground, his head was full of question marks, what happened to him? (To be continued.) )