The thick flowers that fell to the ground The eighth sister couldn't bear to step on it, the purple red flowers each one was like a flower blooming on the tip of her heart, constantly falling but constantly blooming more flowers, just like trying not to think about the master, saying over and over again that the heart would not hurt if she didn't want to, but the heart was constantly emerging with the image and breath of a familiar figure, like a flower, constantly falling and constantly blooming more beautiful and enchanting flowers.

The meridians on the flower were all flowing with her blood, bright red and dazzling.

I still remember the mood of looking forward to the flowers and branches when I watered a month ago, and I still remember the poem that I wrote casually: "The fox eight sisters' house is full of flowers, and thousands of flowers are low on the branches." The butterflies dance from time to time, attracting phoenixes to perch on the trees. ”

The flowers are blooming luxuriantly and thickly, and there is no waste of the eighth sister's bowl of hard work, but this flower blooms but does not wait for the person who wants to wait, and a burst of loneliness wells up in my heart. can't attract the phoenix who misunderstands her.

Pinch and fly to sit under the plane tree, reach out to catch the falling purple trumpet-shaped flowers, and look at it quietly, with a kind of master's breath, so familiar, so safe.

That kind of faint and cold breath that rejects people for thousands of miles, but it is so doting on the eighth sister, and that warm smile, whether you will smile so warmly at others.

That smile can warm the heart of the eighth sister, just like five hundred years ago, on the bank of the Lechuan River, by the bridge, a touch of warm sun in the cold and piercing bones, directly engraved into the heart of the eighth sister, forgetting the appearance, forgetting the figure, but not forgetting the warm smile.

Master! Five hundred years ago, on the bank of the Lechuan River, by the bridge, the eighth sister had never seen you.

This sentence came out of her mind, as if Feng Ruohan also had the same warm smile, and she also asked herself if she had ever seen Feng Ruohan, how many people had seen with that smile.

I am an ominous person, and I can meet a few people, but it is just my wishful thinking.

Tonight, the red candles are swaying, the big red happy lanterns are hung high, and the colorful auspicious rui is shrouded in the sky above the entire Phantom Sword Pavilion, auspicious, and the eight wildernesses and the four seas gather here to rejoice, maybe she is alone, lonely, lonely, I want to see the person who has been missing day and night for more than a month, but I dare not see each other, tonight is his wedding night, how happy it should be, suddenly thinking of the master's bare eight-pack abs, and my cheeks are inexplicably hot.

The scene by the pond was as clear as yesterday, and the bright moon hid among the soft and silky clouds, looking shyly at the quiet world, and sprinkling the pure brilliance.

The waterfall of the soaring rapids poured down like a pour, sparkling and shining, crystal clear, and the crests of thousands of waves shook like silver leaf, and touched like golden bells. The flute rhyme and sheng sound, flying and shrouding in the waterfall. Every eye wave is bright, every syllable is natural, and every laugh line is soft.

The clear pool of water under the waterfall, the surface of the pool is as horizontal as a mirror, reflecting the stars on the pitch-black screen, Jun Qisang is draped with long black hair like satin, revealing half of his body, his face is handsome, his facial features are distinct like a carving, and his angular face is handsome and abnormal. The cold light in his eyes made people dare not look directly. A pair of black and dense hair is casually draped, but under a pair of sword eyebrows is a pair of firm eyes, full of affection, which makes people fall into it if they are not careful. The tall nose and the moderately thick red lips have a dizzying smile at this time. I saw that he had a majestic figure, a bronze complexion, clear and deep facial features, like an artificial sculpture, and dark and deep ice eyes, which looked wild and uninhibited, and had a sense of evil charm (xing). His three-dimensional facial features are as handsome as a knife, and the whole person exudes a kind of domineering aura that shocks the world. It makes people feel like they are walking into a picture scroll.

"Alas!" The eighth sister sighed heavily, stroked the thick trunk of the plane tree, and looked up at the top of the tree, which had long been out of sight, and the flowers were heavy.

"Master! When will the small tree grow taller? ”

"Soon! It grows faster than you, and the eighth sister grows taller before it grows taller. ”

"Master! When will the little tree be able to bloom with flowers, thicker than the peach blossoms in the Nine Heavens Immortal Harem! ”

"When it grows taller, it will!" Jun Qisang flipped through the book in his hand, and chatted with the eighth sister without raising his head.

I still remember the sentence: The master will take care of you like a little sapling.

But how can you not believe the eighth sister! Master, the eighth sister really didn't push the Snow Feather Immortal, obviously she fell down by herself, so far the eighth sister still hasn't understood why the Snow Feather Immortal wants to do this, in the Phantom Sword Pavilion for five years, although she comes to the master all day long, but it can be regarded as a day and night, and she is also affectionate to the eighth sister on weekdays, shh What a sudden change! Why do you want to frame the eighth sister like this! The eighth sister couldn't figure out what she was threatening her?

Tonight, they spend candles in the cave room, the red candle deficit burns until dawn, the mandarin duck spreads the golden tent at night and the moon, and the peacock spring breeze nephrite screen. Luan and phoenix amphibious peach blossom bank, warbler swallow dance on the sunny day.

But this sycamore courtyard is scattered with petals, is this a petal? The eighth sister bent down to pick up the sycamore flowers and muttered, "No! This is the heart of the drifter. ”

The lively and laughing Wutong courtyard is now so deserted, the red candles are shining high, the night is like ice, the room is full of red silk and warmth, and the night is as cold as a knife cutting the heart.

What is written in the book is not true: the sycamore treats each other old, and the mandarin duck will die. The falling flowers are independent, and the micro swifts are flying. What a beautiful poem, but it is not written by me, but by others.

"Hehehe!" The eighth sister laughed at herself softly, and said to the towering plane tree: "Now they are full of red silk curtains, and the red candles are shining. I was silent, sad and heartbroken.

The sycamore tree rustled with the cold wind in the night, like the heartbreak of the eighth sister.

"Are you even sighing? It's really a low cry of sycamore, and countless flowers are scattered overnight. ”

The heart-piercing wound was like a maggot attached to the bone, and the eighth sister who was in pain for a while was pale, and cold sweat broke out on her forehead, wetting the clothes on her entire back, and the silk brocade emitted a unique smell that day. Faint like mixed floral notes.

Feng Ruohan squinted at the slender peach blossom eyes with a wine glass, the scene in front of him was very lively, but he was thinking about a petite figure in his heart.

A unique scent with a faint blend of flowers made him stop drinking, was it her? Did she come after all?