Lu Aya waved her hand, the dragon and snake danced, the pen and ink dotted into flowers, and the meridians on the rice paper were like human tendons, and they were also like Lu Aya's mood.

She is very hard, her calligraphy is vivid and imposing, and her penmanship is strong and calm.

I've really been practicing for a long time.

This is the only thing Liu Fufeng can see.

She has expectations for Lu Aya's poems, she said that liking is not a lie, and the sentence of candle fragrance is also a personal real feeling.

At the end of the sentence, Lu Aya put away the pen, Liu Fufeng looked over, and muttered: "Mandarin Duck Wa Cold ......"

"Mandarin Duck Wa Cold...... Frost Bloom Heavy ......"

Liu Fufeng's face changed instantly.

Outside, the snowflakes were getting deeper and deeper, covering the bird's nest that should have been warm, and there was no longer any life.

Lu Aya opened her mouth, and her hoarse voice added the next sentence: "Who is with Jade Shuhan, this Shangyun, junior sister, do you like it." ”

"I like it." Liu Fufeng almost blurted out.

Her voice trembled.

She lost her temper.

The mandarin duck tile is cold and frosty, and the jade is cold.

What Lu Aya is talking about, as long as you are not a fool, you can understand.

Liu Fufeng thought that he was stupid to leave this girl.

Lu Aya looked at Liu Fufeng, tightened her clothes, the ice bracelet on her hand slipped off, and said, "Senior sister, if you like it, then you should be looking forward to it." ”

Lu Aya said very naively, and the mood of wanting to ask for praise was overflowing - probably so.

Liu Fufeng said: "I want to know." ”

Outside, the bird's nest could not help but fall under heavy snow, and the intricate nest turned and buckled, trying to cover up the corpses.

Prosperity and warmth are only a moment, after all, they can't withstand the blowing of ice and snow.

Lu Aya lifted the pen.

With a turn of the pen, it changed from capable to lengthy, and each comparison seemed to have crossed the end of the world, and also drawn on the hearts of those who were far away from the end of the world, leaving traces of blood.

Lu Aya moved the pen, she never looked at the tip of her pen, but kept staring at Liu Fufeng's eyes, which will make the font out of shape to a certain extent.

But Lu Aya didn't care.

Because as long as he could still recognize some glyphs, Liu Fufeng couldn't escape being strangled by a rope.

Looking at that word, Liu Fufeng had already lost his voice.

Tears fell like beads with broken threads, and the nails had penetrated deep into the palms, and the crimson dripped down the knuckles.

But Lu Aya didn't mean to let her go.

Lu Aya looked at Liu Fufeng with a puzzled expression.

Xu is happy, and my sister likes her poems.

The junior sister is emotional, and Lu Aya knows it, so it shouldn't be strange.

This junior sister doesn't know what she wants to say, right?

Lu Aya looked at Liu Fufeng for a while, took her eyes off her junior sister's face, put it on the paper, and read it gently.

"Life and death...... Don't go through the years. ”

"The soul never dreams."

The word in Lu Aya's mouth was more terrifying than the sharpest knife, and it stabbed deeply into Liu Fufeng's heart, and twisted a sharp spin in the atrium, the blood flowed dry, and Liu Fufeng's face was bloodless.

After years of life and death, the soul has never come to dream.

What did I do.

Liu Fufeng couldn't cry.

She understood.

Love is her, and zhi is also her.

It's the same thing.

She should have thought of it.

Choke with sobs.

She wanted to tell Lu Aya that she had entered her dream and that she had come...... She really came.

Can't speak.

Lu Aya was very surprised by Liu Fufeng's gaffe, and even looked a little panicked, and said, "Senior sister, what's wrong?" Don't you like it? ”

"I like it, I like it......" Liu Fufeng choked up and said, "I just like it so much, this must be a very beautiful story." ”

"Beauty...... Maybe. Lu Aya didn't speak, just looked at her junior sister.

The soul never comes to dream.

But she has a junior sister in her dream, which is Lu Aya's choice, as if she is not ready to wait for her junior sister to come to her but wants to take the initiative.

If you don't come to my dreams, I'll go to you.

Lu Aya stretched out her hand and wiped away Liu Fufeng's tears, she didn't expect Liu Fufeng to be so excited, and she was a little puzzled.

The whole poem was very long, and she chose a one.

Liu Fufeng wiped his tears, cried, and said with a smile: "Such sadness, how can this be a poem of the Shangyuan Festival...... Senior sister, you're lying to me. ”

The voice turned out to be hoarse.

Lu Aya was silent, and then whispered: "Naturally, this poem was not prepared for the Shangyuan Festival before. ”

The candle flame is flickering, and the figures on the firelight are intertwined, like the hollow colored flowers on the white skirt of Liu Fufeng.

What Lu Aya had prepared before was a word, a song that she didn't deserve.

It's a pity that Liu Fufeng said that he wanted to listen to poetry.

And Liu Fufeng didn't know that there was another sentence at the back of this poem, but Lu Aya was not going to say it, but wanted to hide it in his heart.

[In heaven I wish to be a winged bird, and on the earth I wish to be a branch.] 】

[The days are long and the days are endless, and this hatred lasts forever. 】

There should be nothing to say.

Can......

Lu Aya should not have thought that Liu Fufeng would ask.

I only heard Liu Fufeng suddenly speak: "Senior sister, what is the name of this poem." ”

Lu Aya: "......"

Outside, the wind and snow stopped, burying all life, and inside the house was peaceful, and the frequency of the candle shadow shaking accelerated, because Liu Fufeng was breathing rapidly.

She waited for Aya's answer.

Lu Aya said. "Long Hate Song."

There is silence, the space is instantaneous, and the shadow of the candle flame flickering stops in place, for a moment like eternity, but the long river of time always flows.

Lu Aya's spatial talent cultivation was not in place, so he didn't find it.

Long hate.

Liu Fufeng's face was pale, and he was a little terrifying under the candlelight, but under the disguise was weakness, rich weakness, and as clearly visible as the bright moon.

Long hate.

Hate whom?

Who will Lu Aya hate?

Who would Snow Girl hate?

Ask while knowing the answer.

Liu Fufeng panicked, scared, scared, and sad.

I can't help it.

I did, and you're going to hate me.

If I don't do it, they'll hate me.

Those who watched her by the millions would be disappointed, miserable, would die, would ...... There is no ** back, and then degenerate into a demon, murderous, and angry without intelligence.

Those...... It's all children.

All have families.

At that time, she herself would hate herself.

It should be the king's right to choose to sacrifice himself to fulfill the pressure on his shoulders.

Rights, not obligations.

Everything is clear.

Then why did she feel sad, the pain of deboning.

Liu Fufeng didn't understand.

Liu Fufeng wanted to understand.

But I still don't understand.

Liu Fufeng's back was cold, a cold air rushed straight to the heavenly spirit, his eyes were in a trance, even Lu Aya couldn't see clearly, only a red shadow was reflected in his eyes.

She stood up, far-fetched, sad, and said, "Long hatred song...... I love it. ”

"Senior sister, if you like it, it's fine."

Lu Aya is still saying this.

She didn't know why she had such a big impact on her junior sister, and she couldn't figure it out.

I only know that she rejoices when she likes herself.

That's how it should be.

She looked at Liu Fufeng softly and said, "Senior sister, why are you so emotional, today you also said let me stop crying, you have never been weak in front of me......"

"Okay, I'll turn around, junior sister, you can adjust it."

After Lu Aya finished speaking, she turned around and left the world to Liu Fufeng alone.

This person may not be a moment, but forever.

The firelight outside the window, the shadow changed from relative to opposite, as if Liu Fufeng was chasing Lu Aya.

Yes.

Pursuing Lu Aya is something she has been doing.

There was no Lu Aya chasing her, it was the opposite from the beginning.

Lifelong resentment.

Such as Lu Aya's three thousand green silk.

She should hate me.

Liu Fufeng thought so.