ps: The third watch is coming.

Su Hetu, who was lying in **, couldn't sleep, and the scene in the afternoon kept hovering in his mind. The pear blossom face with rain became clearer and clearer, and thinking of that look, Su Hetu felt as if something was blocking his heart.

Before I knew it, I fell asleep, and another strange dream appeared.

A pool of icy lake water, Su Hetu only felt that his body had been sinking. The light at the bottom of the lake is getting dimmer and the pressure is increasing. But Su Hetu saw a shining light at the bottom of the lake, and this scene seemed to have appeared at some point, but he couldn't recall it.

A gate quietly opened to Su Hetu, and Su Hetu walked inside curiously. The space inside becomes open, and the aquatic plants float back and forth with the current.

At the very end of this passage, Suhetu saw a golden throne with a green toad sitting on the throne and a crown on its head.

Su Hetu knew about this dream, but he couldn't wake up when he wanted to.

"Who are you? Why did you come here? ”

The toad on the throne spoke, and it sounded particularly unpleasant.

"I don't know, what is this place?"

The toad seemed to be a little disgusted with Su Hetu's mindless way of speaking, and he asked him who he was just now, but he said he didn't know, and he dared to ask shamelessly.

When Su Hetu was confused, a hard thing smashed on his head, and it was very painful. But he couldn't find anything that had smashed him.

"Stinky boy, get out of here, you're not welcome here."

Su Hetu was a little angry, this rotten place was not what he wanted to come in. Su Hetu turned around and walked out, but when he was about to walk to the door, the glimmer of light was gone, and Su Hetu was locked inside.

"It's not that I don't want to go, it's that I can't get out at all. So, you can help me out and let me out. ”

The toad did not speak, but closed his eyes, it was observing Su Hetu's heart, and the blood flowing in Su Hetu's body was clearly visible.

But as it approached its heart, its spirit was bounced back. He opened his eyes sharply and looked at the ignorant teenager in front of him in surprise.

"What does it live in your heart? Why can't I see it? ”

Su Hetu really didn't want to listen to it, because its voice was too ugly. But when Su Hetu wanted to answer his question, he suddenly felt a chill in his body and woke up suddenly.

He shook his head and looked at the familiar room, and then his heart relaxed. The sky had begun to whiten, and he recited the "Hidden Sutra" from the beginning. He felt that no matter when, the "Sutra of the Hidden Scriptures" left by the old monk master could calm his mind.

After breakfast, Su Hetu packed up his books and prepared to go to school. This time he walked very slowly, because he really didn't want to see the man waiting at the top of the stairs.

But no matter how slow he walked, the school was still getting closer and closer to him.

In fact, Wu Mingyue basically didn't sleep last night, and occasionally when she fell asleep, she would be awakened by Su Hetu's face in her dreams. She hated her own incompetence, hated that her heart couldn't calm down.

She had already made up her mind yesterday that she would never come to the entrance of the building again, but after getting up in the morning, she still sent a ghost to this place. Stand upstairs and look down at the railing.

She is still very beautiful, with jet-black hair on her shoulders, a short skirt that is not gorgeous, and a beautiful figure. But at this time, she was frowning, seeing that class was about to start, and the figure still did not appear.

She didn't pay attention to the boys who were deliberately late and wanted to look at her a few more times, and the students thought she was sick. If I had done it, I would have to stand against the wall.

Su Hetu lowered his head and thought about it, so much so that when he arrived in the corridor, he realized that he was about to arrive at the classroom. At this time, the class bell rang, and Su Hetu hurriedly ran upstairs. But after seeing that figure, he stopped, and I don't know why I felt distressed when I saw that somewhat haggard face.

Su Hetu knew that there was no way to talk to her at this time, and walked towards the classroom with his head down.

Wu Mingyue didn't call him back like before, just silently stared at the thin but unusually tall figure, she felt that something important was far away from her.

Biting his lip, he walked towards his office, a difficult step by step.

Many teachers would greet Wu Mingyue on the road, and she just smiled politely, not even a little greeting.

She returned to her office, picked up the kettle on the windowsill, and watered the little flowers she had carefully raised.

When looking at the window, the west wind rises, one hand holds the flower, the other hand holds the piano, the sound of the piano is drunk in the window, and the flower is drunk and red. A cut of acacia, a lingering stroke, you and I are across the bank, but it is the two ends of life. For whom the flowers bloom, who the flowers fall to provoke pity, for whom do you continue to live a lifetime of green silk, who will not cut the long hair for a lifetime, and for whom to play that peerless Sanskrit sound.

It was written in a book on her desk, which was very similar to her mood right now.

She picked up a pen that had not been touched for a long time, and wrote these sad words in her notebook:

The moon moves and the shadow of the flowers, how many words, hidden deeply, looking at each other without words, a thought, where is the love?

Those prosperous, between the eyebrows, are twisted into an ink pink, scorching, faint and elegant.

Those surging emotions gradually fell silent, it was not silence, but a return to the original hometown of the soul, as light as a breeze.

A Yunshui Zen heart, only seeking simplicity, not profundity.

If there is still reincarnation, if you don't pray for flowers and moons, and don't dream of Chanjuan, you will be an ordinary woman and stay for a lifetime.

The fate is there, the end of the world is looking at each other, and it is also joyful, and the fate is scattered, even if you embrace each other, you can't understand it.

Hidden in the deep corners of luxury and tranquility, in the world, calmly walking, still calmly loving.

Those loves, through the deep affection of moths to fire, will eventually break out of the cocoon and become butterflies, and dance in life.

Those lingering melancholy are like shadows.

planted plantains, and complained about plantains, perhaps, it was the loneliness of the years.

Layers of affection, like a mountain smearing clouds.

Sitting in the high city, how many old things in Penglai, when will you see you?

There are always some emotions, as if we have walked through Wushan together, even if there is no joy of fish and water, those laughter are full of laughter, and those affectionate veins are beautiful.

There is always a person, as if, right in front of him, can reach out and touch those warmth.

If you don't sigh whether it's worth it, you will not be able to escape it.

Life is too short, how happy is it? Perhaps, it is worth pouring my heart and soul into it, and I am willing to follow.

There are tears in the pearl of the sea and the moon, the sun is setting, and the Jinghua smoke is wandering, when does the old man come to the familiar place?

I wish my life to gently transform into a crimson peach blossom, and dance in front of your window in the morning and twilight......

Stretching out his hand, touching the bright moon in front of the bed, how much melancholy and sleepless night?

Unharmed for many years, a heart, but has already stepped on thousands of rivers and mountains, what has been pursued may be the warmth of the heart and the heart.

There is a wisp of cooking smoke in the eyes, we are all mortal fireworks, and the depressed heart flows at the fingertips......

Is spring really coming? And where?

lingering in the heart-warming years, many times on the blue boat alone, even if you go to an indefinite future, what does it matter? Still no regrets.

There is always some love, scattered and mottled in the silent night, picked up little by little, and let it go.

Those who have no chance to unfold are still stunning in time, like petals, sprinkled with memories of the small garden path.

Some feelings, dusty and dusty, come and go are feelings of compassion.

Wandering in a city, people, far away, heart, very close, simple advice, completely those tides.

Hearing the language of early spring flowers, I was a little timid, I didn't dare to ask, I saw it or not, whose heart did I struggle with?

The grass and trees in the world have gradually recovered, perhaps, the depth of knowledge, perhaps, the depth of love.

Gently touched the shadow of spring and indulged in the original flavor of Yuanzhi.

Those broken thoughts in the bottom of my heart, spreading like wild grass, looking at your direction, trance, gathering and scattering.

How much time is left in a lifetime? How many times can you hold hands? How many more thousand turns?

Perhaps, some obsession, anchored in a pilgrimage posture, without flashiness, still silent.

The deep affection of the moth to the fire, after several vicissitudes of life, fell into the bland together, and completely destroyed the purity of those first sights.

Who said that the past is like smoke, a wisp of infatuation, and the dark fragrance has been sparse for many years?

Those things in those years are always ethereal in front of me.

The eyes of the night are as colorful as the stars.

In front of the window, a ray of light, there will always be a reunion of the tenderness of the low eyebrows, where is that person?

The swaying raindrops in the window lattice, people about dusk, as if a mirage has all the time.

Go deeper, what is the ice center? In a trance, the moon moves and the shadow of the flowers, a curtain of dreams is faint, and it returns to the dream.

How much melancholy is there in the extreme eyes? How much joy? Looking back quietly, how much moved? How much emotion? How many moments of heart surge?

Who is obsessed with each other at night? Who's staring quietly?

Who decorates whose dreams? Who is attached to whose attachment? Who whispered in whose night? Who has been embracing each other in whose distance?

The night sky, the years, the bottom of my heart, the extreme vision, what is the return date? When is the return date?

Who decorates whose dreams? Who despises eyebrows in a dream?

The sky is clear, the years are unharmed, and the still water flows deeply.

The bright moon of the year is still, gently twisting the smoke and rain of the world.

The faint evening breeze, a little bit of spirit, the spring of the northern country, quietly coming.

Some feelings, gently walked through the mountains and rivers, drinking water and thinking about the source, just silently grateful.

Maybe it's a little out of place, that's not stubbornness, that's perseverance, that's the cleanliness of years of precipitation.

Perhaps dark colors can always cover light colors, and true emotions are always hidden in the depths of the soul and have nothing to do with appearance.

Those spirits are going to go night and night, and those who cherish are always whispering in front of the court,

Even if it is silent, even if there is a sound, it is suddenly like a night of spring breeze, and thousands of small flowers are swaying lightly in time, and the heart is full of the city......

There are thousands of knots in the heart, and the knots are all dancing solo in the maple forest, can you know? Understandable?

If you can meet again, cook wine and talk about green plums.

I don't know in my dream, but I am a guest? Outside the dream, the courtyard is deep, how deep? Those rumors that can't be locked are still in Peng Pai......

Su Hetu, what if I fall in love with you? (To be continued.) )