"Clear Sky." Yuehua smiled bitterly and interrupted Che Kong's words.

"If I can let it go, why torture myself to this step?" Yes, people are selfish, if they don't know that there is no way back, who would want to toss themselves?

Chekong was silent for a moment, and after half a sound, he frowned and said, "If you continue to toss like this, your body will not be able to bear it." And, as it stands, although dreaming of wine can delay your forgetting, it will not be an eternal solution. ”

"Someday you'll forget him completely, Yuehua. I can't think about it anymore, and when that time comes, what will you do? ”

This time it was Yuehua's turn to be silent. Chekong thought that his own persuasion had worked, and then said, "Yuehua, take advantage of the present, learn to let go of him, let go of your obsession, you won't be so tired." ”

Unexpectedly, Yuehua raised her eyes, but said, "If it really comes to that time, please let me sleep in my dreams all the time." ”

Surprised, his gentle eyes filled with disbelief. But Yuehua's face was full of determination. "Without him, I'd rather sleep in my dreams than wake up."

Chekong stared at Yuehua tightly, not saying a word.

Yuehua didn't speak, just lowered her eyes slightly and looked at the brocade quilt on her body, until the person sitting on the edge of the bed sighed faintly, she raised her eyes and looked at the clear sky.

Che Kong's eyes were full of helplessness, "I understand, I won't persuade you anymore." He reached out and took the freshly boiled porridge and handed it to Yuehua, "You haven't woken up for a long time, eat something first and rest." I went out first. ”

Yuehua took the still steaming porridge bowl and kept looking at Che Kong's back until he gently closed the door of the room.

In fact, she can understand Chekong's mood, but for herself, there may be no way back. She stood up and walked to the window, opened it, and realized that it was night, and the moonlight was shining overhead.

Yuehua looked up at the night sky, which was the direction of the Heavenly Palace.

It's not that she hasn't thought about it, and her steps rely on dreams to return to wine, but in normal times, it is difficult for her to dream of a dream. Despite the disaster, Shulou never looked for her in her dreams once.

Yuehua often thinks that even if it's just a memory, she wants to dream of the dream building once, but every time it is a chaotic change of light and shadow overnight, until another morning.

Dreaming of juvenile things in the middle of the night, only dreaming of idlers does not dream of kings.

Yuehua looked at the moonlight outside the window in the house, and she couldn't fall asleep. He sat alone under the waterfall, playing the bamboo flute with his eyes closed. Yuehua is like this, Chekong doesn't know what else he can do.

The war is over, and peace between heaven and earth is restored. But the two people who ended this war were separated from each other and could no longer enjoy this peace. Chekong was helpless, Yuehua's thoughts, he actually knew best.

But it is precisely because I know too much that I want to persuade her desperately. He knew that if he didn't persuade her, she would definitely not figure it out. Even now, she may not be able to listen to anyone.

The sound of the flute in the sky stopped abruptly, and his hand was still on his lips, maintaining the movement of Fang Cai, but he said, "Who is it?" Now that you are here, let me come out. ”

After saying that, Chekong opened his eyes and looked in the direction of the depths of the dense forest.

A moment later, a figure gradually stepped out of the depths. Cheku put away his flute and stood up straight, his eyes looking at the man.

It turned out to be Meng Po, who I hadn't seen for a long time. Chekong was a little surprised, the war was over, he didn't expect to see Meng Po again in the Late Green Valley, Chekong looked at her, "Meng Po, what's the matter with your visit?" ”

"You mean, if it's okay, the old woman can't come?" Meng Po was unusual, dressed in white, and walked slowly towards the clear sky on crutches.

"I didn't say that." Che stood empty-handed, and his words were not respectful. In fact, he was complaining to Meng Po in his heart, if she hadn't told her in advance that she would have forgotten Yuehua before she could open the seal, Yuehua would not have ended up like this.

"You didn't say that, but you didn't deny it either. So that's what you think in your heart. Meng Po stood still in front of Chekong's body, and Chekong strangely found that something seemed to have changed in Meng Po's body.

Where did Chekong feel in the mood to chat at this time, so he said bluntly, "What is Meng Po here for?" If it's okay, please go back, it's getting late, I'm going to rest. ”

Seeing him say this, Meng Po was silent for a moment, and then looked into his eyes, "The old body is here for the matter of Yuehua." ”

After saying this, Meng Po was satisfied to see the hesitation in Chekong's eyes, and she took the opportunity to continue, "How is it?" For that reason, can I stay and have a glass of wine with you? ”

Chekong paused for a moment, but finally turned sideways and said, "This way, please." ”

In the dark night, everything has taken advantage of the silence to sleep, and only the call of summer cicadas can be vaguely heard in the mountain streams.

Chekong and Meng Po sat at the stone table in front of the waterfall, and on the table was the floating life that Chekong had just taken. He reached out and took the wine glass, poured a glass for Meng Po and handed it to her, "This is the favorite wine of Yue and Xianweng, and Meng Po also tastes it." ”

Floating flavors, their own joy.

This sake is probably the most earthly smell of all the sake made in the sky, and the moment the wine is put into the glass, there is a cold aroma overflowing and slowly blending into the night.

Meng Po was stunned for a moment, then took the wine glass in front of her and took a sip.

She closed her eyes and opened them after a long time, as if she was reminiscing about the taste of that glass of wine, and let out a long breath, Meng Po said, "It is really worthy of the name Fusheng." No wonder the old man liked it. ”

Chekong asked her, "Has Meng Po ever tasted it?" ”

"The name is an experience, and everyone must have their own taste when they drink it. It moves without wind, and it is clear without water. The vastness of heaven and earth can really be regarded as a place of residence, but it is just the place where the heart returns. ”

Chekong nodded, the expression between his eyebrows was indifferent, "Fireworks in the world, floating flavors." It is true that everyone has their own opinions, so the experience is different, and the taste of this floating life is completely different. ”

"It's just an experience." Chekong drank all the wine in his cup, and then looked at Meng Po opposite, "So, what is what Meng Po said?" ”

Meng Po also put down the wine glass in her hand and raised her eyes to look at him, "After the old man went back that day, I thought carefully about Yuehua's words, and it seems that I made a mistake in that step." ”

"I have also heard a little about the current affairs of Yuehua and Emperor Shulou, and I heard that she brewed a dream wine? Can you get your lost memories back? ”

His eyes were lowered, his voice indifferent, with a plausible sigh, "I would rather not have taught her." It's better than her being **** drunk in a dream now. ”

Meng Po shook her head, "Maybe." But perhaps, this is not necessarily their turning point. ”

Chekong reached for the hand that reached for the wine glass again, and paused, "You said a turnaround?" What do you mean? ”

Meng Po laughed, "Naturally, it is a turning point that reminds Shulou of the past." (To be continued.) )