|||--Chang Yi seemed to comfort Chang Wen in the distance, and like comforting himself, and said the same words twice: "In this world, except for 'Mrs. Jun', except for the eldest princess, except for Ah He, who will be more beautiful than the little princess?" While speaking, I only felt that something was wrong, and I couldn't help but glance at Ben Aaron.

After reading it, he was stunned. The sky and the earth cracked, the sun destroyed and the moon fell, the volcanic eruption, and the tsunami mountain devastated would not make Chang Yi so shocked.

Chang Yi only felt that he had experienced countless hardships since he was a child, but he had never seen such a sad face.

After only experiencing this moment, Chang Yi suddenly realized: "No wonder people say that no book is written without coincidence, and Little Lady Long turned out to be a little princess!" ”

Before Chang Yi could express his surprise, Ah Long had already flown up and floated down.

Besides, Qinghe was dizzy, blushing, slowing down for a long time, and finally sorted out his head, and the first thing he said when he reunited with his best friend Tiger after a long absence: "Brother Tai, I see my Aaron!" ”

Tiger has only fragrance in his eyes, joy has no limits, happiness has no edges, he doesn't smell anything, he sees nothing, only sad bliss, blissful sadness.

Yes, she is still the same as ever, so clear, so pure, so beautiful, so vibrant. She is the same as before, the slightest change, light as a spring breeze, pure as autumn water, beautiful as morning dew, bright as the morning light.

After a long time, Tiger finally came to his senses, and then he thought of speaking: "Xiangyue, what did you say?" ”

Qinghe was impatient: "My Ah Long, I saw Ah Long!" Brother Tai, I saw Aaron! Help me find him! He's nearby! She was so anxious that she turned around and searched for it.

Tiger was heartbroken, and asked eagerly, "Aaron?" Xiangyue, are you talking about the dragon phase of Xishu? ”

Qinghe's breathing was restricted, and he urgently asked: "Brother Tai, it's him!" Why, you know him too? ”

Tiger thundered his head and burst into tears: "Xiangyue! He's looking for you! Nine months of searching! ”

But his words, Qinghe can no longer hear. At this time, Qinghe had already turned around, and finally saw his beloved, and he was instantly stunned.

Looking for a thousand states, dreaming. Suddenly looking back, it was right behind him.

The black face is still there, and the white hair is on the head. Love me Wuji, hurt me know?

People are in cardamom, acacia into hills. The river of pain floods the heart, and the sorrow is not a lonely boat.

There are tears in the sky, and blood stains the starry eyes. The sea of suffering is endless, but the desire for love is long.

The past is like smoke, and love becomes sorrow. The rain is sparse and the wind is sudden, and the autumn is not gone.

Suddenly like a dream, smile back to the corner tower. finally saw each other, and did not say a word.

This time, it is engraved in my heart, familiar to the dream, missed to the bone, and sad to the extreme. It is clearly the dragon face of the previous life, and it is clearly a reenactment of the previous life, if he were not Ah Long, the world would have collapsed long ago.

Ah Long snatched Qinghe into his arms, and both of them couldn't cry.

Pity the two who have gone through so much!

One has traveled the bitterness of the world, and the other has patrolled the tribulations of the world! One has searched all over the dissolved lava rocks, and the other has stepped through the sea tides and mountains! An endless lovesick tear, an endless infatuation! One is sad and sad to sleepless, and the other is sad and sad and sad!

Qinghe touched Ah Long's spotted temples, vicissitudes of life, and thin shoulders, and even more tears: "...... Ah Long, your hair is ......, and your appearance is ......!" ”

Ah Long hugged her tightly: "Qinghe......!" I'm fine......! As long as you live ......! What am I...... It's all ......! ”

Qinghe thought of Xiao Yu'er and couldn't cry: "Ah Long, our baby ......"

Ah Long Daigo was empowered, and his eyes were even more teary: "Qinghe, where is our baby?" ”

Qinghe choked for a long time, and finally shook his head: "Ah Long......, it's me who is not ......, I am not obedient ......!" ”

Ah Long held her tightly to his heart, choked up and said: "No, it's not ......, it's me who is not ......, I didn't protect your ......, every time you are in distress ......, I am not by my side......!" ”

Qinghe was infinitely sad, and tears withered: "I must be obedient!" Give you another good baby! ”

Aaron was so sad that he was suffocated: "There is no doubt that the child has died. I am a murderer, unworthy to be his father, and he does not want to be born to meet me. ”

Qinghe tried his best, and asked again: "Ah Long, do you like it?" ”

Ah Long put big tears into his mouth: "I like it!" Of course! ”

As long as you return to me, I will die without regrets, and I will no longer dare to be greedy.

Ah Long hugged his beloved, happy and sad, I don't know when I was born, I don't know where I am. I don't know the changes, I don't know the impermanence of the world. I don't know joy, anger, sorrow, happiness, sorrow.

Do you know Qinghe? How many sunrises did I expect for such a reunion? How many sunsets did I expect such a hug? How many mornings have I been looking forward to such tears? How many nights have I imagined such joy?

The fairy music is fluttering, faintly, ringing in the ears:

Ask if it is suitable; Kapok open, tulip daphic. Ask me to be a beautiful woman, and I will send my farewell; The Yiren were there, and they knew me.

The top of the mountain, the torrent and the waterfall; Silent and unconscious, empty and long. Tell me to be a beautiful woman, remember me for a long time; Where are the Yiren, comfort me lovesickness.

The sea is full of waves; In the past, I used to wipes my long sword, and I wiped it every day. Tell me to be a beautiful woman, and take care of my green silk; The people of Iraq should be there, let me look at each other.

Foolishness and unrealization, tears gradually stained; Collect it, don't throw it away, don't lose it. Tell me to be a beauty, accept me for a long time; The Iraqi people are still there, and I swear by me.

Qinghe raised her teary eyes, tears blurred her vision, and tears confused her sadness

, but the past has to be recreated.

The past is like smoke, the world is changeable, you can't think about it, you can't say it clearly.

Jumping on the ethereal cliff, he was in mid-air, the wind was in his ears, and he suddenly saw a turquoise floating in front of him. It was only Ah Long's jade flute, and he hurriedly grabbed it in his hand.

Skimming through the clouds, through the dense fog, using all the strength of his life, controlling the body, straight into the water, falling into the surging and rolling waves of the Guijiang River. In an instant, Qinghe was beaten by the stormy waves and rolled forward and backwards, like a flat boat in a hurricane, isolated and helpless.

Green lotus diving is a must. How many times, I have been on the shore of Mengli Bay and plunged into the sea. Jump, take off, bend, reflex, somersault, stretch, enter the water, flawlessly, all in one go.

But today it didn't work: her ankle was injured, her skin was open, and blood was pouring out. What's even worse is that the arms are pointed, although the acupoints have been cleared, the hands and feet are still sore.

She wanted to row quickly, swim to the shore, and get out of danger quickly, but she didn't expect that the moment she fell into the water, she couldn't raise her arms freely, and she couldn't swing her feet as she wanted. Unexpectedly, he was hit by the torrent to the next high waterfall and fell into the catastrophe again.

She struggled in the rushing waves, bent on docking, but the current was so turbulent, the impact was so rapid, she couldn't breathe, she had nowhere to cling, she couldn't hold on. However, the arms cannot be stretched freely, and the legs cannot move freely.

She is like a wounded bird that can't fly, she is like a small fish with broken fins that can't swim, and is swept by the waves in the flood and waves, only rolling down and flipping, only ups and downs.

She was completely suffocated, helpless from head to toe, and fell down two high waterfalls in succession, and finally was carried by the impact of the torrent and fell into a huge deep pool.

Qinghe, who has no top again, has no fright, no fear, no anxiety, and even no pain, only a strong desire to survive.

Holding his breath, his teeth trembling, exhausting the last shred of consciousness, exerting the last bit of strength, he struggled to open his feet and swim out of the water.

Climbing onto the water's edge, exhausted, unable to support the fainting of the past any longer.

I don't know how long it took for Qinghe to wake up quietly, only to feel that his body was falling apart. When I opened my hazy eyes, the red sun was already hanging high. Looking at the sunshine, I know that I will not die, which is really fortunate.

Look around, the trees are shady and the jungle is thick. Looking up, I saw cliffs and rocks. couldn't help but gasp: "I can't dream of escaping from the labyrinth, and then entering the death hole, and I am in a desperate situation, but I have fallen into a sinkhole." ”

Qinghe surveyed countless circles around the sinkhole, but it was all in vain. Thousands of times searched, anxious: "Such a Jedi, surrounded by cliffs, my world has been closed, there is no exit at all, there is no end at all." ”

Looking at the sinkhole, it is thousands of feet deep, thousands of feet in circumference, the cliff has no trees, the cliff has nothing to attach, there is no way to go to the sky, there is no door to enter the ground, and there is only ten thousand catastrophes left.

Qinghe racked his brains, searched his intestines and scraped his stomach, but he was still at a loss. He was so angry that he felt remorseful: "If you really do your own sin, you will not live!" Beloved Aaron, happy and good times, you can't hope for it! ”

Suddenly, I felt the pain in my hand, spread out my palm, and looked carefully, and the jade flute glowed with green fluorescence.

After Qinghe saw it, he felt a sharp pain in his heart like a scorpion sting, and suddenly remembered something, and hurriedly touched it in his arms, and found the jade flute in Ah Long's cupboard, which was also held in his hand.

Two jade flutes, exactly the same, in pairs!

This is not the other! This is not the bottom of the valley!

Qinghe was frightened inexplicably, turned over and over, looked at it for a long time, and then found the difference: the previous jade flute was engraved with "Nan", and the latter jade flute was engraved with "Shao".

She was enlightened, and her mouth suddenly opened: "Two jade flutes, one once belonged to my mother's Nandi, and the other once belonged to my aunt's Shaodi." ”

It is even more incredible: "The 'Shao' flute comes from the Aaron cabinet, and the 'Nan' flute falls from Boying's arms!" In this way, the one who snatched my jade flute was not Ah Long, but Bo Win. Just when will Bo Ying make a move? How? ”

After digging into the roots, he suddenly realized: "By the way, he fought Zhuo Xing several times before he occasionally got the jade flute." How can I not understand such a simple truth? ”

is even more ridiculous: "It is rumored that 'if you have the art of war of the three tombs, you can dominate the world', how many heroes and heroes, for the jade flute, fought bravely, and died in Jiuquan." I have no desires and no desires, but I am by mistake, and I can get the world's most precious treasure without much effort, which is really ridiculous. What's even more ridiculous is that the treasure fell into the sinkhole with me, and the pearl fell into darkness. Pitiful, pitiful, pitiful. ”

The more I think about it, the more I feel that my life is bitter: "The rumors of the ancients are true, blessing can produce disaster, and treasure can give birth to demons." I have been unlucky, and now I have a treasure, and I will not escape. ”

Qinghe is infinitely sad and unable to solve his worries: "Blessing and misfortune, what does it have to do with the jade flute?" It's clear that I'm not greedy enough. Aaron treats me well, but I ask too much. Since he was dissatisfied with heaven, he had to be punished and fell into the sinkhole. ”

Thinking about it reasonably, and so on: "If you are dissatisfied with the sinkhole, you will be punished to hell." ”

Thanks to the sinkhole, the green trees are shady, the water and grass are abundant, the fruits are abundant, and the pool is full of fish, but there is no worry about eating and drinking. There are also golden snub-nosed monkeys in groups, frolicking in the forest, seeing them galloping and jumping, carefree, Qinghe envy, can't help but feel sad.

In the evening, when he was worried about how to sleep in the open, he suddenly saw the naughty golden monkey, and Qinghe had an idea: "The little monkeys hide in the tall trees and rest separately." Why don't I learn from them and sleep on high places? ”

So, she remembered a cave on the cliff, more than two feet above the ground, which could not only hide from poisonous insects, but also shelter from the wind and rain.

When he had made up his mind, he settled down and gathered leaves and branches to make a bed.

Properly placed, again

It is sad, sad, tired, and sad, and falls asleep in extreme anxiety.

Poor Qinghe was born with bad luck, Di Cai sacrificed his life to go to the sinkhole, and searched for all the corners, but it was in vain, just because she was haunted by cold and poison, hiding in the cave, sleeping in the dark, unconscious.

The next morning, Qinghe woke up from a nightmare. The sun is shining and the water is thundering. People in the hole, turn over and sit up, look at the high waterfall on the northwest cliff of the sinkhole, like Bai Lian turning the sky, the Milky Way hangs upside down, so flying down, like a water curtain that flies down out of thin air, and the morning sun complement each other, illusion into seven color ribbons, magnificent and dazzling, come from the sky.

The waterfall flows into the deep pool at the bottom of the valley, like a piece of jasper. The torrent continues to be injected, but the pool water is not overflowing. Where it is injected, it is surging and surging, the water splashes in all directions, dozens of zhang away, a wave does not spread, a wave does not turn, just like a silver shining jade mirror.

Suddenly, Qinghe Daigo was empowered: "Water is the spirit of all things, a flowing body, which comes and goes, enters and exits. Yes, with such abundant rapids, so stationed in deep pools, there must be a way out. It is really 'flying down 3,000 feet, and it has to run out of the deep mountains.' In that case, the exit is either under the water of a deep pool or at the edge of the side of the pool. ”

What's more, Yingluo once said: "My hometown is located on the bank of the Yuejiang River, in the Youlan Valley. The rolling Guijiang River rapids fell down the triple high waterfall and fell into the sinkhole. This torrent crosses the underground cave and the dark river, rushes out from the middle of the mountain, and forms a waterfall again, which pours for thousands of miles and flows into the Yuejiang River. ”

In this way, if you find the cave and dark river under the deep pool, you can stand out.

Thinking of this, Qinghe's heart was overjoyed and his spirits were lifted.

However, her beautiful eyes freeze on the deep pool, and they are eclipsed in an instant: "How easy is it to find the dark river of the cave?" This deep pool is thousands of feet in circumference, and it takes months to find it inch by inch? Besides, the cave dark river, I don't know how long? I don't know how wide? How risky is it? If I want to swim out, if I can't do it with manpower, won't I suffocate under the water? ”

However, after all, there is a glimmer of hope, and it is really worth the effort.

Since then, Qinghe dives under the water of the deep pool every day, inch by inch, minute by minute, carefully searching, only when he is extremely tired, he goes ashore to rest.

Luck didn't have a chance with her, and the adventure must continue. Occasionally, small streams of groundwater seep into deep reservoirs, but these channels are so narrow that they can only flow water and cannot pass through people.

The hardships of Qinghe are beyond human imagination. Thinking of Ah Long, she was not discouraged, she was still able to persevere, every day along the side wall of the deep pool, constantly searching, constantly failing, constantly rising, constantly exploring, repeatedly, never give up.

Time flies, the white horse flies, and months pass.

Qinghe's nature is like water, wandering the softest of the world, galloping the hardest of the world, and now it has the softest and hardest tempering of the world, and can deeply understand "living in a good place, a good heart, a good heart, and benevolence, good words, good governance, good things, and good time".

The long-term tempering and infinite hardships made her especially nostalgic for the past and miss Aaron very much. Every time I breathe, I remember him again; Every time he explores, he is more deified; Every day passes, there is an extra layer of obsession with him. She almost relied on memories, deification, and obsession to encourage herself, persevere, and explore and move forward.

Every time she looks at the mirrored deep pool, she will think about it: "That clearly reflects his dark face, dark eyes, his jade tree in the wind, the sky is high and the clouds are light." ”

Every time she looked at Boulder Rock, she would reverie: "That clearly depicts his strong arms and strong chest, he is flying hope." ”

When she sees the stars in the bright night sky, she will look forward to it: "I miss his bright and warm smiling face, and I look forward to kissing him with his imagination, driving the fog and clouds." ”

When she sees the lush green trees, she will give birth to lingering: "I miss his colorful house, and I look forward to sitting at the same table with him, talking about the past and the present, and smiling and laughing." ”

When she sees the verdant flowers and weeds, she will give birth to affection: "I miss listening to the green leaves of Fengshan Mountain, and I longing to sleep with him, love and embrace each other, and be obsessed with it." ”

When she heard the rumbling waterfall rapids, she would have extravagant hopes: "I miss the lakes and mountains of Guinan Mountain, and I am eager to play with him. ”

As the saying goes, it's not that you don't report it, but the time has not come. Now, she misses Ah Long, her love is deep, and it is getting more and more intense, but she is afraid that she will be a lot more than Ah Long. I can't think about it, I can't see it, I toss and turn, and I can't sleep at night.

In the middle of the night, I miss too much. She missed the warm embrace, the amorous eyes, the bright smile, the passionate kiss.

When I thought about it to the extreme, I remembered the naivety of the past: "Where does the lovesickness come from, and I still think of the night?" Can't get along with yourself? ”

Every night before going to bed, she holds the peach comb in her arms. Staring at the mahogany comb is like revisiting his sparkling eyes; Stroking the mahogany comb is like holding his warm hand again.

She said softly, "Aaron, don't worry. I will do my best to escape from the sinkhole, return to Xishu as soon as possible, and stay with you for the rest of my life. ”

Excessive thoughts, obsession and helplessness, unable to think, can only whisper:

The world is far away, and there are few hearts. Dreaming of Longxiang, Hu Wei doesn't know? The water of the soup does not flow the grass. His son is not proud of me. The red flies by, who floats with each other?

The stars and the moon are shining, and the lotus is curling. Thinking of Long Xiang, Hu Wei is not smiling? The water of the ocean does not flow and does not flow the pods. His son is not proud of me. Tearful eyes ask flowers, who smiles with each other?

The wind and rain are dashing, and the thoughts are small. Thinking about Longxiang, Hu Wei is not ashamed? The surging water does not flow the rice. His son is not proud of me. Lovesick to the bones, who will tell you?