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"Hibiscus as an account, the brocade is heavy and the wings are more than the wings, and the jade dew is humane, Yaochi is like the sea and the moon is bright, flying a pair of Hong", the days are sweet and sweet, the two of them stayed together in the past, and the lotus fire actually forgot that there was another person who had waited for her

Now that Chen Xiao had returned from that quiet place, he had heard about the matter of Lotus Fire and Lin Hong, and his hands were clenched into fists, but when he returned in a few months, he had become what he is now

In his hand was a poem he had written for months

"Flowers bloom and fall for a long time, and they fall red and return to loneliness"

His mood is difficult to calm down, why does God play such a trick on him, he knows each other, does not stay together, loves each other, and does not go on a blind date

Now that she is a wife, what else can he do, and now he is wrong, even though it is a thousand feelings, and things are human, and there is nothing to be done

He threw the silk with the poem in his hand at the door of her house, and left gloomily

"Trace Lotus Fire, I have no chance with you after all, we will be strangers to the end of the world from now on," Chen Xiao closed his eyes, but tears slipped from the corners of his eyes

He remembered the hundreds of years of this hurry, when she first met her in Viyan, she was still a flower, and she was forever separated from him because of the war

Now that he has learned martial arts, he just wants to protect her, he doesn't want her to be hurt again, he just doesn't want her, he only remembers that she loved someone in her previous life, and that person was a scholar who could write poetry

"Then Lin Hong may be good to you," Chen Xiao thought about it, he looked at the piece of Qionglin in front of him, and smiled bitterly, "Why didn't I bring you here directly in the first place?"

This piece of Qionglin is the vast expanse that he discovered a few years ago

He slept under the Qionghua with his arms on his pillow, often fantasizing that there would be a woman who was as clean as the Qionghua, and softly sang in his ear, "Jun Ji is not in March, after the Weiyang flowers bloom, lean on the flowers and sniff them"

He used to play the harp in this forest, but none of them reappeared and danced for him

After returning to that day, the Marquis of Min, Chen Xiao, left, and the old woman picked up this piece of silk at the door, and when she saw that there was no signature on it, she handed it directly to Lotus Fire

"The flowers don't bloom and fall for long, and the red ground is full of silence," Lianhuo read and turned around and asked Lin Hong, "Lin Lang, do you know who wrote this?"

Lin Hong took it and saw that the handwriting was not as strong as any of his friends

"I don't know who it is, but I can see how many vicissitudes of life can be seen in this, it must be an old man's poem," Lin Hong speculated

"It's Chen Xiao," Lianhuo guessed, "Chen Xiao, you're here, why don't you come to see me."

"Who is Chen Xiao," Lin Hong asked puzzled, he had never heard of this person

"Chen Xiao is my old friend, I left Minhou a few days ago, and now I think I have come back," Lianhuo looked at the silk silk in Lin Hong's hand, and felt a lot of emotion in his heart

Since he's gone, let him go, go and live his own life, forget about her, and start over

She can also live with Lin Hong with peace of mind and live the kind of stable life she likes

Since then, Chen Xiao has sealed the pen, and no one can let him put pen to pen and ink

Leaning on the Qionghua forest all day long, drinking wine and drums, looking at the moon and looking far away

Looking at it in sorrow, the good day and night fight to know, and the sad only shadow and now it is worthy of the bright moon of the old times

only ended up filling with all kinds of feelings and always confused, not about parting

He can only remember the days that he can't go back to