The snow is falling, and the house is full of lonely lights for a long night.

Shen Zhongqing was dressed in white, sitting in front of the light with a worried face, his eyes were like a pool of autumn water in late autumn, cold and lonely, and he was holding the orchid belt that Qing'er would give him in the future.

In winter, the house is damp and damp and cold, and the lights in the house are dim, and the dim light is accompanied by this lonely person. His figure is so thin and lonely.

Shen Zhongqing got up slowly, holding the orchid belt in his hand, and looked at the heavy snow outside the house with lost eyes. Qing'er, where have you been? Why aren't you coming home yet? It's so cold in winter, do you eat well and live in habits? The people I sent out have been looking for you for a few days, why are there still no news? You okay? Do you hear the call of my thoughts? How are you back?

Shen Zhongqing looked down at the belt embroidered with orchids in his hand, the belt was so fresh and elegant, and the delicate orchids were so chic. Shen Zhongqing seemed to see countless nights, Qing'er accompanied by a lonely lamp, embroidered with orchids, those affectionate eyes, and the gentle and tranquil smile. Shen Zhongqing stretched out his hand to caress the quiet face in the moonlight, and as soon as he stretched out his hand, Qing'er disappeared, as if a qiē was in front of him, but it was untouchable.

Shen Zhongqing had never been so frightened as he was today, and his worries were full of worries, until the moment he lost it, he knew that Qing'er had already taken deep roots in his heart like an orchid, and had already bloomed a white orchid, so fresh and gentle. It's just that I've been avoiding and isolating myself.

Qing'er, will you come back to me? Do you know I'm worried about you, worried about you? Until that moment, I knew how important you were in my heart. I can't lose you, I can't! As long as you come back, I am willing to wander the world with you, accompanied by the white prime minister, and never separated. Qing'er, where are you? Did you hear that?

The faint cold moon shone on the bamboo forest, and in the depths of the bamboo forest, the ghostly sound of the pipa echoed, bleak and resentful.

Qingqing Zijin, leisurely my heart;

Even if I don't go, Zining will not make a sound.

Qingqingzi Pei, I think about it;

Even if I don't go, Zining won't come.

Pick and trample, in the city;

Not seen for a day, like March.

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Under the cold moonlight, Xue Yun was dressed in white, holding the pipa in his arms, sitting alone in the depths of the quiet bamboo forest, playing the pipa. The desolate sound of the pipa, like a complaint, echoes in the silent and deep bamboo forest. The clear light of the lonely moon sprinkled all over the bamboo forest, sprinkled on the picturesque shadow.

Suddenly, the sound of the pipa stopped, and a qiē appeared quiet and deep.

Xue Yun's eyes were full of sadness, and he said silently: Qingqing is your clothes, and leisurely is my state of mind. Even if I didn't go to meet you, would you not hear from you? Qingqing is your clothes, and leisurely is my feelings. Even if I didn't go to meet you, can't you take the initiative?

Xue Yun had tears in his eyes, looking at the cold and lonely moon. Even though I am tormented by longing and lovesickness, how have you ever known? Even if I am dedicated to you, leaving behind the reserves of a lady, why do you care? Even if I haven't looked for you, I haven't seen you for many days, why can't you come on your own initiative? Even if I look through the autumn water, my liver and intestines are broken, what does it have to do with you?

Xue Yun's eyes were hazy with tears, and in the depths of the deep bamboo forest, only the cold moonlight and the cold pipa accompanied him. Shen Gongzi, do you know how I broke my liver and intestines when you were flustered for Miss Qing'er that day? I stood there alone, lonely like that. I know that no matter how much I wait, I won't be able to wait for your heart to return. Your heart has long since gone with her, and perished for her. However, I am willing to look at your figure with her like that, and let myself retreat and die. There is only her in your heart, even if it is the love of children, she is the only one. The oath I once made was just a lie, and your mercy and compassion deceived me.

Even if it's wrong, is it just my fault?

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