Autumn is strong, who is bleak?

The night is hazy, standing on the high place of the terrace and looking into the distance, but the eyes can't look at the darkness, which can only make the invisible autumn breeze hidden in the night cool and indifferent.

Finally, there was a small sigh, and Luo Zhiqiu, who was alone on the terrace, slowly walked off the high platform with a heart full of worries.

What kind of outcome will it be to win or lose tonight's Futu appointment against Bai Zhenxue? Morally, he hoped that Bai Zhenxue would win this battle of life and death, but between sentiment and righteousness, there was always an uneasiness secretly stirring up in his heart.

I can't help but ask: Futu, if you lose, what will be the end?! The absurd question has become a long-standing mystery in Luo Zhiqiu's heart.

The swirling autumn wind blows through the paulownia trees in the center of the terrace below, and the withered yellow leaves rustle and fall like rain. Suddenly remembered that when the tung blossoms bloomed every year, the indifferent young man would come here to meet him, he prepared a pot of rare good wine, and Luo Zhiqiu prepared a string piano or a flute; Between the wines, a soft chant, a clear sound, they don't need too many words to communicate, and the friendship of the past ten years is tasted in the season of blooming flowers.

Perhaps, friendship is a jar of wine hidden in the heart, a qiē care is all in the words, waiting for time to brew it more mellow.

Luo Zhiqiu froze his footsteps, stood between the stone stairs and stared for a moment, and suddenly walked towards the paulownia tree in the center of the terrace.

Knowing that no one would appear here at this time, Luo Zhiqiu still wanted to stay in the old place where he had gathered year after year, in order to calm the inexplicable turmoil in his heart. Just at a glance, Luo Zhiqiu did not exchange for the expected peace. On the contrary, my heart shook violently!

Between the arm-thick side branches of the paulownia tree, in the old position, a man in a dark robe pulled the mask in his hand. He turned his head away from Luo Zhiqiu, and quietly leaned against the trunk of the paulownia tree, as if he was asleep.

The quiet man in front of him, exuding jade-like warmth all over his body, without the slightest murderous aura, who would have thought that he was a terrifying villain on the rivers and lakes?

It was probably at this time that he saw Futu appear here, and Luo Zhiqiu thought that he was hallucinating. In disbelief, he whispered to the man who was lying quietly among the side branches.

"Fufutu, is that you?"

Tonight's night was extraordinarily quiet and exceptionally cold. After snorting nervously, Luo Zhiqiu suddenly felt an inexplicable coldness all over his body. Futu appeared here at this time, and the terrifying thought of the victory or defeat of the battle of Phoenix Terrace was in his heart, like an evil dragon turning clouds and rain in his thoughts. Set off a lot of waves.

The wait is not long. But the other party was still lying motionless among the side branches, Luo Zhiqiu's heart became more and more flustered, and his steps unconsciously approached again.

"Stay where you are, Luo Zhiqiu."

The faint words suddenly overflowed from the quiet man's mouth, and an inexplicable surprise rippled in the night. Futu has always had a cold temperament, and he doesn't like people to be too close, Luo Zhiqiu also stopped his approach in a measured manner, and looked up at Futu through a layer of haze.

"You're not supposed to be in Phoenix"

"Can you play me a song? Tonight, I suddenly wanted to listen to the song "Hate Lovesickness" that you played in Yutan Mountain before. ”

This record hangs on Luo Zhiqiu, who won the defeat of Phoenix Terrace. I don't know if it's because the coolness of this autumn night is too refreshing, or his slightly sad and mournful words make people can't bear to live up. The anxiety in my heart suddenly vanished. Pursing his lips, Luo Zhiqiu lowered his head and glanced at the empty waist, and responded with a little regret.

"But when I went out, I didn't have a flute with me."

"Oh, that's a shame. Ahem"

During the conversation, a small cough sounded, like a small thorn piercing into the soft heart, which immediately made Luo Zhiqiu's brainstrings tense.

"You're hurt?!"

Straightforward inquiry, but in exchange for the other party's speechlessness. Hidden in the hazy light and shadow, the floating slaughter moved, as if he didn't like to be disturbed and continued this silence, adding to the chill in the atmosphere.

Haoya bit his lip, Luo Zhiqiu's slightly lowered eyes flickered for a moment, and his gaze suddenly fixed on a pearl dew grass not far away, and his expression was completely new.

Walking forward, twisting a bead dew grass under his feet, Luo Zhiqiu also sat on the white marble railing, gently wiped the dust off the blades of grass, and said with a clean smile.

"It's rare you're so interested. It's just that the timbre of this pearl grass is not accurate, if there is anything unsatisfactory, you should bear more. ”

"Okay."

replied frankly, it seems that he doesn't care about whether Luo Zhiqiu has a flute or no flute with him, and just wants someone to play a song quietly for him; The rhythm that can come from the heart of others is the most moving.

Luo Zhiqiu, who was churning a little and chuckling, put the pearl dew grass to his lips, evened out his somewhat nervous breath slightly, and then blew a lip song faintly.

The "Hate Acacia" played by Zhu Lucao, although it is not as melodious and long as the piano flute, the timbre is accurate, but there is an indescribable pleasant heart between the tunes, such as the childish children's songs sung by children who are not articulate, ignorant and interesting, such as the light laughter of young girls, pure and tempting, like a remote call thousands of miles away, ups and downs.

Qingyin is silent, and the center of gravity is stupid and stupid.

An ingenious song "Hate Acacia" alarmed the floating slaughter lying quietly among the paulownia trees. A few monotonous tones, soft and soft undulating in the ears, tugging at the heartstrings; The light in the quiet and traceless eyes was shocking, and the vicissitudes suddenly appeared.

There are no words in the song, and there is no beautiful sound in the song, just waiting for someone to listen to the heart. Futu's eyes were intoxicated and couldn't extricate himself; Looking up at the bleak tree above his head, spring goes to autumn, withering and glory alternately, and Futu waits for what kind of fruit the heart flower will bloom.

Indulge in happiness and fate, and finally worry about nothing. Origin and extinction, in the end it is just a big dream of life, what if you wake up, what if you get drunk? It's just sinking into one dream after another over and over again.

He's tired to be able to get here.

As if his strength had been blown away by the cold night wind, the blue-faced fanged mask in his hand suddenly broke away from control and fell to the ground and broke in half. And the smiling Futu, the bright red between the corners of his grinning mouth overflowed, and finally he couldn't resist the tiredness that made people fall asleep, and turned into a withered dead leaf and fell from the side branches.

The sound of the heavy fall, as abrupt as the accident in front of him, suddenly pierced the tranquility of the terrace; It's just a moment when I open my eyes, and I suddenly fall into endless cold silence.

And Luo Zhiqiu, who witnessed the shocking scene just now, suddenly understood what was happening, and a clear sound suddenly disappeared between his lips, and he threw off the pearl dew grass in his hand and staggered towards the place where Futu fell to the ground. (To be continued......)