"That night, the man in Tsing Yi wanted to offend her, probably she knew it, so the knife was next to the pillow, but the two probably struggled, and in the struggle, although she killed the other party, her body twisted until death, one hand pressed her heart, and the other hand poked out far away, not knowing what she wanted to touch......"

Feng Feifei bit her lip. Died like that, a bleak death...... The lights of the small town inn are all turned off, one is making the last struggle for life on the bamboo bed in the dark, and the other is angry because of a misunderstanding next door, and finally does not take that crucial step. When she died, he was next door without knowing that he was silently calling, and when she died, he didn't know that she had never failed him. Ji Huan's hand that reached out at the last moment of her life was trying to touch the hard and thin wall in the illusion of near death, imagining that it was her lover's chest? But she never knew that behind the wall, it was his true temperature.

Nearby, the end of the world. The afterimage no longer speaks. Feng Feifei had already understood all his explanations. The reason for that "eagerness" is just that from that unsolvable knot. Back then, if he had helped Ji Huan improve her martial arts, she would not have been in a hurry to go to the doctor and practice her true qi indiscriminately, so that she would later go mad and die violently in the inn. When they met at the inn, if he had healed Ji Huan as soon as he saw that her complexion was wrong, there would have been no later incidents.

These two mistakes that ruined the joy of his life caused his eagerness in the future, he used to work so hard to help Feng Feifei use drugs to improve his martial arts, because he was afraid that when Feng Feifei encountered danger, he would also be like Ji Huan, because of his lack of skill to protect himself, and finally hurt himself.

Those sunken in the depths of nightmares, the past that cannot be remembered! Feng Feifei sighed, scattered in the wind, but the afterimage gently took the Xun in her palm, caressed it lovingly, and approached his lips, a piece of flowing water-like tactful, mountain-like heavy music flowed out from his lips, with ancient sadness. There are also some memories that can be traced and irretrievable, which is the autumn sunset under the flower corridor, the woman danced lightly, and never stepped on the red maple. However. No matter how gentle you retain, time and years have passed away, and the fallen leaves can no longer return to their original branches. People are always hurting to part, and then refusing to get together. He walked slowly, above the gazebo. In the night wind, under the bright moon, blowing his ancient Xun.

That year, the little man in brocade clothes, with bright eyes like ice and snow, crossed his waist and scolded him - you skinny chicken scholar, full of waste, you can't protect me in the future! The little boy scoffed at it, and then many years later suddenly looked back and found that it became a prophecy.

And that year, on the Qiongling Mountain, the girl who swept over the willow branches. Startled by the green leaves of a village, he looked up in the green dust and saw her eyes that were as bright as ice and snow, like a snowflake flying into his eyes. And then on the clear water, with the help of a flying sleeve, her long hair fell on the water, and her posture was so graceful that she was not bent, and when she raised her head and looked at Shengxue, she was so shocked to see his heart, and she remembered the girl who was not a friend with him many years ago. The memory suddenly flooded back to him, and he walked away quickly.

The afterimage looked at Feng Feifei, and for a moment, it was as if he saw Ji Huan again. But he knew that she was not her, she was wiser and more protective of herself!

Such a fierce and kind, cunning and frank woman.

Such a casual and self-loving woman. He finally realized that she was her, and she was not Ji Huan. Even if those eyes are also surprisingly bright, even if the character is also strong on the outside, but in the heart, they are so different. Ji Huan refused to be soft with rigidity, and she wrapped softness with rigidity.

Gongsun Xuanyu's "death news" came with false rumors, she was knocked down but still standing, steely and cold, she didn't cry, she wanted to make the enemy cry.

He watched her doing those things quietly, numbly and quietly, thinking of Ji Huan, who swore to kill her biological father to avenge him, she carried the heavy merit monument on the back of the thin daughter, and moved three miles one step at a time, and when she knocked down the stele, she was crushed to vomit blood, and then wiped the blood, and then carried the stele around the downtown three times. He still doesn't understand, how did Ji Huan, who had not practiced martial arts at that time, be able to carry it? Some such women. They walked through the astonished eyes of the world, and they did not change their stubbornness through the weather, frost and snow.

They are unique in their charm because of their persistence, and they are overbearing in the soft red.

He thought that he just admired such a woman, and hoped that the woman who had Ji Huan's fierceness but was warmer and more open-minded than Ji Huan would be protected to move forward along the way, and not be like Ji Huan, desolate and end. But is that really the case?

A few days ago, Gongsun Xuan's gentle inquiry, like thunder breaking through the obstacles in his heart, he saw himself in such a sudden light, those indifferent but indifferent hearts. Ji Huan is his fiancée who has never been in love, and they have met and gotten along only a handful of times in their lives, so that now he remembers the pain of such a loss, but he has filtered her face in his memory. Feng Feifei is accompanied all the way, and the scenery that is getting brighter and clearer is not attracting people to chase. And why is he? How so? Why do you know that she is not Ji Huan, and you are still so afraid that she will suffer Ji Huan's fate?

Because I care, I am afraid of losing. Those feelings written in the deepest part of my heart were frosted and cold early, but finally slowly surging waves. It's just that the waves are finally surging, but I am afraid that I will no longer be able to spread the lovesick embankment, and the thousand-mile embankment that belongs to her may have already shone on another round of moonlight. The afterimage laughed shallowly, raised and blew, the light hair swept over the faint lips, and shallow crimson like cherry blossoms under the moon, which represented the color of the weakness of life, like the permanent pale under the seemingly full surface of his life.

She was at her side, and I was hurt. A song of Xunyin, sighing silently.

The afterimage was always blowing faintly, and the moonlight between the eyebrows was deep.

Feng Feifei sat beside him with her knees crossed, her long hair scattered in the wind, quietly looking at his soft side, thinking of the woman who chased her life and hit the wall, and remembered the cold fate that belonged to her and them. Thinking of the proud sons of the sky who are on his side of these Yutang Golden Horses, Gongsun Xuan, Yiyan, Afterimage, Yuheng, Yongche......

Are all people who stand on high places destined to suffer more from the red dust than ordinary people? When they have status, wealth, status, and knowledge, God will take back some ordinary happiness that belongs to the world, and coat that happiness with the marks of fate. Love is deep and long-lived, and strong is humiliating. She stood up gently, this moment belonged to the afterimage and his fiancée, this day of mourning, no one should break lightly. (To be continued.) )