"Go now, you can still live."

Li Xi laughed mockingly: "Live? How long to live? Or is it a person guarding the barren and cold yard for the rest of his life?"

Fang Sheng didn't speak. The small building was quiet, except for the occasional chirp from an unknown worm. Night, cool.

"No, it's good now. When I die, I will be in his arms. He won't forget me again. I will always be like this, living in his heart. Li Xi smiled happily, and the starlight in his eyes was dazzling.

After lunch, Guo Zicheng took a nap, woke up and hugged Li Xi, and prepared to go to the scholar to ask questions. Li Xi grabbed him, still smiling: "Come back early in the evening, I'll wait for you, there's something."

"Okay."

In the afternoon, Li Xi put on the gouache robe she had when she first met that day, put on her makeup carefully, and changed into the same outfit as that day. Looking at his appearance in the bronze mirror, Li Xi thought about it, and added two small flowers to his sideburns. The fairy is bright and bright, and the look forward to the brilliance.

As soon as the sky was dark, Li Xi set up a few bright lanterns in the small courtyard, warmed the wine in the low pavilion, and waited for Guo Zicheng to come back. Fortunately, Guo Zicheng did not forget the agreement and returned early, Li Xi breathed lightly and smiled even more.

"Come on, come on, come by yourself. I've warmed the wine. Tonight, watch me dance for you. "If the orchid is green, the Jiao is like a swimming dragon; Dance back to the red sleeves, light cloud lotus steps; Looking back, the flowers are smiling; The moonlight is wonderful, and it is like a mortal immortal.

After the dance, Li Xi's face was damp, sweating, and he stood still in place without saying a word, looking at Guo Zicheng with a smile. Guo Zicheng was stunned by this shocking dance, came back to his senses for a while, and walked quickly in front of Li Xi, amazed and admired.

Li Xi couldn't hold it anymore after all, and when she smiled and softened, her body was about to fall. Guo Zicheng hurriedly hugged Li Xi, at a loss.

"Self-contained." Li Xi leaned on Guo Zicheng's arms, touched his face with his right hand, muttered the name that had been read thousands of times for half his life, and his eyes carefully described the handsome face that had long been engraved in his heart, "I fell into your arms." That's it, good. ”

The beautiful eyes reflecting the face of Guo Zicheng, who was extremely sad and panicked, closed, and the slender hand that caressed his face fell weakly, and Li Xi finally lost his breath in Guo Zicheng's arms......

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Fang Sheng, who was still in front of the old wooden bed, looked at Guo Zicheng in the Yunshui mirror and hugged Li Xi silently, and the pear blossoms fell on the two of them, white and mournful. Fang Sheng put away the cloud water mirror, looked at Li Xi who was also breathing on the wooden bed, sighed lightly, slowly put away the tools, closed the carved wooden box, and walked out of the house. After closing the door, Fang Sheng glanced at Li Xi, who was lying down, and his mind was the original Li Xi's grief and haggard face that had been scalded by boiling water......