Your tears, weak and wounded, the miserable white moon bends, hooking the past. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The night was too long, it condensed into frost, who was staring coldly in the attic. ”

The night has not yet come, and the moon has not yet climbed up, but, listening to these bland lyrics, Princess Wushuang feels that the one who is crying is herself, gazing through the window, and the cold wind is noisy in the attic.

The Wu Xian in his eyes began to blur, and with a blink of an eye, Princess Wushuang was sure that she was not mistaken, Wu Xian was full of sadness, however, her vision was blurred again in the blink of an eye.

"The rain flicked gently, the vermilion window, my life on paper, the north wind blew up.

Dreams are in the distance, turning into a wisp of incense, and drifting away your appearance with the wind. ”

Suddenly, a drop of water fell on her slightly raised hand, and Princess Wushuang was startled, is it really raining?

However, looking up at the sky, the sun is shining, and there are no clouds, where is it half raining? When I looked at it again, it seemed that my vision had been obscured by the rain, and everything I could see became more and more blurred.

stretched out his little hand to wipe it, but found that it turned out that where was the rain, it was clearly tears, a glass heart that was disguised to be carefree all day long, but was sad all the time, and could not withstand the surging smoke of the turbid world.

In front of the vermilion window, three or two strokes of ink, outlining, is their own duckweed-like sound, what a beautiful imagination, can only be in the distance that can never be reached.

I can only watch as what I want turns into a wisp of smoke with a faint fragrance, drifting away with the wind, and after a few flickerings, it just outlines a familiar figure.

The figure, standing above the public court, was talking; That figure, facing the crowd, turned the tide; That figure, not afraid of today, fights with reason; That figure, for the people of Jiangnan, did not hesitate to return to cash, and he was awe-inspiring.

It's a pity that it's just a back, and it's very likely to belong to someone else's back, leaving it to yourself, except for memories, what else?

"The chrysanthemums are broken, the ground is full of wounds, your smile has turned yellow, the flowers are broken, and my heart is quiet.

The north wind is chaotic, the night is not young, your shadow is constantly cut, leaving me alone on the lake in pairs. ”

Looking back, it is the remains of chrysanthemums all over the ground, reflecting the bright yellow faces of Wu Xiandu, as if they were entangled in themselves by the soul of a dead flower, and they will never leave.

And his own thoughts flowed quietly in his heart, the north wind roared, and the shadow left in Princess Wushuang's mind seemed to be cut forever, leaving only Wushuang himself, guarding the chassis empty, and lamenting speechlessly.

All things are everyone, and they can enter and exit the pair, why does Wu Xian have no reaction to all his efforts?

The lake is like a mirror, the wooden boat is rippling, and the only thing that can be paired with oneself may only be a shadow.

"The flowers have fallen late, falling brilliantly, and the fate of the withering world is unbearable.

I am worried about crossing the river, and I am afraid that you will not be able to go ashore and shake for the rest of your life.

Whose country, the sound of horses' hooves is crazy, and my uniform is whistling vicissitudes.

The sky is slightly bright, and you sigh softly, so euphemistic that a night of melancholy is so tactful. ”

Now the chrysanthemums are late, falling silently, the splendor is no more, the bitterness is withering, the world is ruthless, and the fate is unbearable.

Princess Wushuang, as if standing on the bank of the river that could not be seen at a glance, looked at her heart, and floated to Wuxian on the other bank, staggering, with nothing to rely on.

Dazheng Jiangshan, the war horses are whistling, the sound of horses' hooves is messy, Wu Xian has put on a military uniform, and has spent an unknown number of years whistling, and finally looks forward to the dawn.

It's a pity that everything is just imagination, a night of melancholy and sleeplessness, Princess Wushuang turned out to be like a first love, and wanted to be alone in the empty boudoir, all things are just a dream, and in the end there is only a lament, euphemistic and melodious.

It is another scene of falling flowers, the imaginary world, I don't know how many years have passed, the chrysanthemums have bloomed a few thanks, there are always a thousand thoughts, there is nothing to calculate, no matter how much you want to stop the flowers from withering, and you can't stop people from parting.

It's like no matter how much bitter shouts there are, they can't get back the Wuxian who is gradually moving away, the north wind is cold, the night is long, and the moon is only three or two, and she can only grow old in endless nostalgia, leaving no trace.

"The chrysanthemums are broken, the ground is full of wounds, your smile has turned yellow, the flowers are broken, and my heart is quiet.

The north wind is chaotic, the night is not young, your shadow is constantly cut, leaving me alone on the lake in pairs. ”

Princess Wushuang seemed to have no teacher, and even began to hum this song "Chrysanthemum Terrace" without any difference, I don't know how long it will take for him and Princess Wushuang to live carefree.

"Woo woo ......" The choked sound suddenly came, and Wu Xian's singing could not go on any longer.

"Oh, don't cry, I wouldn't have sung it to you if I knew I wouldn't have sung it."

"Who wants you to sing? I hate it, I hate it, I sing such a sad little song. ”

“……”

Wu Xian was speechless, just now he didn't know who was begging for nothing, and he looked like he was going to if you didn't sing me.

"Okay, I'm going to sing it to you, right? It's really ......" Wu Xian pouted and rolled his eyes, but suddenly couldn't say any more.

Because Princess Wushuang suddenly pounced on him, her hands tightly circled his neck, choking turned into crying, complaining turned into confusion, Princess Wushuang's character ......

It's so divisive!

"Uh, are you hugging too tightly?" Wu Xian struggled to squeeze a few words out of his mouth.

"Ah...... Wow...... Whining...... I want to, I just think, I like it...... Woo woo...... "Princess Wushuang is actually coquettish like a child, Wu Xianmeng."

Today, he originally wanted to use the beauty trick to disintegrate the stubbornness of the unequaled princess, and by the way, he took back the mobile phone, but he didn't think about it, but this beautiful man's plan was quite successful.

In just one round, let Princess Wushuang disarm and surrender, this crying into tears, Wu Xian really can't stand it, what can't you say? Could it be that crying twice can calm everything down?

That's impossible, Wu Xian's sinful little hand actually hugged Princess Wushuang's back in turn, patted comfortingly, and secretly groped, in order to be able to find the phone.

Who knew that the unequaled little princess was writhing so badly, and Wu Xian couldn't find the southeast and northwest, so he could only follow the stunner in his arms, shaking and shaking.

"People are looking at that, but since this is not a palace, can you be more reserved?"

Wu Xian complained, but Princess Wushuang seemed to be addicted, and she refused to let go, which made Wu Xian very discouraged.

"Alas, you're not a child anymore, and although I don't have the slightest bit of a sadistic heart, at least you have to take care of your identity, right?

"Don't care, don't care, don't care!"

Princess Wushuang is still willful, Wu Xian feels that it is time to make a big move, otherwise she doesn't know when she will cry! (To be continued.) )