"Qingsi, I'm sorry, I'm going to get married!Qingsi, I'm sorry, I'm going to get married!Qingsi, I'm sorry, I'm going to get married......"

Chu Mochen's gentle and sad voice of the evening breeze kept ringing in Qingsi's ears. She saw tears in the corners of his eyes, and in the moonlight, his thin face looked so desperate, she saw that his robe was blowing in the wind, but he was still so thin, and he looked so lonely in the evening breeze, and she could clearly feel that the moment she turned around, the gaze in his red eyes was so hot and burning her heart over and over again. She had always wondered if she loved him and was so sad because she hated him, knowing that he was about to lead to another door to happiness. But, in the end, at the moment when his words came out, when he didn't catch up, took her hand again, and touched her with the warmth of his palm, she finally understood that no matter whether she loved or hated, she had lost him, and the love that was kept deep in her heart and not allowed to be noticed by others was over. If there is still a regret, it is that she can't really bless her. Her sentence "Congratulations!" is against her heart, she can't let go, she can't forget, and she can't erase it.

"Congratulations!"

In the deep night, in the hot evening breeze of summer, a person guarding a pile of wine, crying like a child, the grass rolled up by the wind at her feet did not reach her ankles, three thousand green silk fluttered with the evening breeze, covering her face flooded with tears, crisscrossing the appearance like layers of dense fine lines cracked in the atrium. She raised the flask and poured it down, smiling self-deprecatingly: "You're going to get married, the bride is not me, I can finally be free, Chu Mochen! I can finally be free!" she smiled, obviously with an unwilling smile.

She wiped the broken hair from her face haphazardly, her hands were full of tears, and the wine, sticky feeling, she looked at her hands and shook her head. "Chu Mochen, you are going to be happy, and you have to lie to me so many tears!" She suddenly staggered to her feet, pointing to the bright moon in the sky, her eyes were blurred, and she couldn't stand steadily, she looked at the bright moon, and the bright moon slowly appeared in her eyes Chu Mochen's smiling face, and her gentle appearance was as beautiful as the first time.

She shouted loudly: "Chu Mochen, you villain! You big fool! Chu Mochen, don't you want to love me for the rest of your life? You said that you will love me forever!" As she spoke, her tears kept falling again, and bloody tears began to flow from her red eyes, intertwining on her face.

"Chu Mochen, you obviously love me so much, why do you want to get married?" she kept asking, slowly squatting down, hugging herself tightly and sobbing in a low voice. She began to recall the good old days, the man who used his body to block the sword for her, the man who always smiled and looked at her, the man who held her hands warmly in winter, the man who clumsily promised her master that she would take care of her for the rest of her life, and was about to leave her.

"Chu Mochen, why did we become like this?" she cried, she was helpless, the night wind gradually became cold, she could only curl up and hold herself, like a baby who was weak and unable to help the wind in swaddling clothes. "Chu Mochen, why doesn't talking count? I can't forget you, I can't let it go!"

She kept sobbing, the figure lingering in her mind, the sadness in front of her. She turned over, opened a jar of wine again, and poured it down in large gulps, the effect of alcohol burned her throat, burned her heart, and her consciousness gradually became more and more blurred. In front of her eyes, the figure that appeared slowly became no longer gentle, full of anger, he slashed a sword at the sky, the white light pierced the dark sky, a piece of blood red appeared in front of her, the long sword pierced straight into her heart, the pain really hit again.

Qingsi's eyes turned red in an instant, the black hair turned into a fiery red in the wind, and the whole person was filled with anger, she pulled out the wind and snow sword rudely, and kept waving it, the whole person swayed, and stepped on the grass indiscriminately. The cold light of the sword swinging in the wind and snow turned the grass around her body into flying ashes, and it was constantly raised by the wind in the dark night like falling stars, and in such an incongruous space, there was endless sadness. Qingsi slashed like crazy, and roared loudly: "Chu Mochen, why did you kill me? Why did you hurt me? Do you think you are decent, you are going to kill me? Do you really love me?" she roared, blood and tears flowed, she kept roaring, and the Wind and Snow Sky Sword in her hand kept waving, until she was finally exhausted, knowing that she no longer had the strength to hold the Wind and Snow Sky Sword. With the "bang" of the sword, when she fell on the grass, she also fell limply on the grass.

The endless night gradually faded, and the white sky light of the fish belly slowly emerged, and she looked at the early sun slowly rising in the morning mist. She whispered, "Chu Mochen, look, it's dawn." I don't hate you anymore, I'm going to let you go. She stretched out her hand to touch the figure that was gradually disappearing in the rising sun, but the back disappeared so quickly that her hand could only stay in the air, unable to let go for a long time.

Another man began to appear in her eyes, and the man rushed towards her, his handsome face with a look of unease and anxiety. He didn't say anything, just gently wiped away the broken hair on her face with blood and tears little by little with her wide palm, she looked at the man's eyes red, revealing a sad look, her hands stopped in the air, wanted to touch the man's eyes, but the whole person was tightly held in the man's arms, with his warm chest against her cold body. The man whispered softly in her ear, "Why are you still so stupid?" She let him hold her, her eyes still looking at the orange sun slowly rising in the sky, and muttered to herself: "The sun has risen, he is gone!"

"Qingsi, I'm here. The man said softly, and the moment he gently touched her face, tears flowed from the corners of his eyes. He gently lifted her on his back. "Let's go. ”

Qingsi obediently leaned against his back, did not shed any more tears, and said slowly in his ear: "Huo Yinan, he is going to get married, I finally let go." ”