Lu Aya chose the house, Lu Aya lived in it, as Xi Feng said, even if it is a place to rest after watching the scenery, it is also fully prepared.

Lu Aya likes this small house very much, but there is a pity that she can't cook, but there is a kitchen downstairs, which will make her think of some uncomfortable places, and she is not in the mood to learn cooking skills as before, but Lu Aya did not order Xifeng to unload this kitchen, but asked for a bunch of kitchen utensils to be placed there.

Almost all the styles of kitchen utensils in the world can be found in this room.

She loved the little room very much.

In this way, she has no regrets.

After it got dark, Xi Feng came to ask Lu Aya to have a dinner meal, and the clouds broke through the sky, shrouding the sky, and the water splashes fell quietly.

It rained, and a little ripple swept across the lake, and the rain fell on the willow tree, melting the snow and ice, and the ice and snow fell into the river, and fell into the belly of the red-tailed fish.

Lu Aya handed the plaque to Xifeng, who had just arrived, and motioned for her to hang it upstairs.

The ink on the horizontal card is like red silk, a hundred turns and a thousand times, and there is tenacity hidden in it, like a strong pine on the mountain, standing there forever.

Xi Feng looked at the plaque in a daze and thought.

"Aya's calligraphy has improved again."

As for the three words of the Willow Pavilion, she didn't say anything, just hung up the plaque.

Since then, the observation tower by the river has the name of the Willow Pavilion, and it cannot be said to be the observation tower, which is Lu Aya's home.

In front of me is a willow tree, by the river is a willow tree, and the willow pavilion is lived.

Lu Aya was still thinking about whether to change her outfit to green, but after thinking about it, she still likes this red, and the most important thing is that she doesn't just like it.

After dinner, Lu Aya returned to her residence, and Xuechen was left by her to Zhao Yingge.

She was a little tired today, so she wanted to go to bed early, but she went to bed, opened the window, and watched the rain fall into the river, and couldn't sleep again.

The sound of rain and thunder is in the ears, and the torrential rain washes the willow branches along the coast, brushing them gorgeously, and the delicate drops are like beauties under the bright moon.

Lu Aya didn't like it.

She blew softly, and the snowflakes fell down, dyeing the willows white in a blink of an eye, and clapped her hands and laughed silently at the beautiful scenery.

At this moment, she is the real beauty under the moon.

But the laughter didn't last long, and the rain was so rapid that the snow on the willow branches turned into rain.

Lu Aya's eyes sank, she didn't want to use her spiritual power, after she used her true aura, the rain couldn't wipe off her mark no matter how strong it was, thinking about it, Lu Aya raised her hand, threw out a ball of cold air, closed the window, and went to bed.

Window.

The torrential rain began to wreak havoc outside the pavilion, the rain and the wind fell, unstoppable, and the power was endless, and the plants were struggling, desperately grasping the earth, making the last effort; Fireflies scurry through the rain, fleeing the heavy rain.

The evening rain seemed to be a big, thick curtain of rain, and the rain became heavier and heavier, and when you looked into the distance, it seemed as if a gray curtain had obscured your vision, and you couldn't see anything from the trees, the houses, and so on.

The torrential rain enveloped the little girl and her house, trying to isolate her from the rest of the world.

There was a fine cold air patrolling outside the door, dyeing the willow tree white all the time, and when the rain fell on the willow tree, it could not be washed away, so it was gradually assimilated, and formed a layer of ice blue and remained on the willow tree.

The plaque with the word Whisk Willow written on it is so beautiful under the thunder.

Lu Aya had a dream.

In the dream, the mountains and rivers were very quiet, and in the dream, the man waited quietly in the hot springs, smiled at her, beckoned to her, held her hand, walked through the jungle, through the hardships, through the sky, through the clouds, into the bright galaxy.

In the end, the person who traveled with him disappeared, but Lu Aya stayed alone in the bright galaxy.

Lu Aya wanted to ask her.

"Without you, what use do I want this bright galaxy."

So, she had another dream, in the dream, before the person left, Lu Aya grabbed her hand and forcibly wanted to keep her, but the result was that she used all her strength to tear off one of her arms, and the other party left with a smile.

The bright red in that arm stained Lu Aya's eyes red.

Lu Aya didn't understand.

She hurt the other person, but she still couldn't keep her.

She woke up from her dream, and she waved her hand to touch her face for the first time, and the action was as cute and tight as a cat's face.

Without touching the scarlet, Lu Aya breathed a sigh of relief, and she thought of what the man in the dream said when her arm was ripped off by herself.

"Let it go."

Lu Aya shook her head, it's impossible to let go, if you don't let go, there is still a chance, and there is really no chance to let go.

She still has to go to the bright galaxy.

Getting up from the bed, a ray of sunlight reflected on Lu Aya's face through the window paper, she squinted her eyes, opened the window with a little expectation, and looked over.

The breeze is blowing.

A piece of silver.

Suddenly, the expectation and smile froze on her face, and Lu Aya clasped the windowsill and stared out of the window.

The knuckles were pinched white, and the white in front of her eyes was like a dazzling sword piercing her heart, and the gentle sunlight seemed to be the revenge of the great sun that she had annihilated, and she put the girl on the fire and roasted it, and never died.

The sweat soaked the girl's body, and the pain spread to the girl's body, and the girl ...... The girl's consciousness spread.

The world swirled around her, and Lu Aya finally lost her strength and passed out.

What I thought before I passed out.

"Am I wrong, it shouldn't have been like this."

……

Lu Aya is sick.

This is something that no one has thought of.

It was Xi Feng who first found out, what she saw in the morning was a river of ice, and she felt that something was wrong, and sure enough, Lu Aya fainted on the ground with a hot body.

Xi Feng didn't pay attention to the snow scene, she thought it was Lu Aya's illness that caused her to lose control.

Lu Aya doesn't seem to have been sick much, and she shouldn't be sick, the cold blood is close to her body, and water and fire are not invaded, but even if she is sick, it is nothing, this is Lingshan.

But this time, Lingshan was useless.

Li Zhuzi teleported to Lu Aya's room, the room was dim, and the girl was afraid of light, so the door was kept closed.

Li Zhuzi tried his best, but Lu Aya's illness never got better, and he didn't even mean to be sober, of course, the results of the examination were not life-threatening, and even Lu Aya's physical condition was very good, which made many people breathe a sigh of relief.

Especially Shen Gui, she thought that she had broken the little girl.

Lu Aya's husband naturally cares about her, but he also cares about others, such as Lu You has gone up the mountain at the moment, but Lu Aya is sick, which may be a worse thing for Lingshan.

Because of Dongfang's mercy, Lingshan may no longer be able to lose the help of the Shifting Flower Palace.

Healing Lu Aya is a top priority.

……

Chu Pooshui came to visit Lu Aya, she walked across the lakeside, looked at the lifeless lakeshore, and stopped.

Desperate.

There are willow trees that are lazy and broken at the waist, half of their bodies hanging down in the river, and there are still standing there, seemingly unusual, but there is no life, perhaps they are frozen to death, and most of the willow trees are broken willow branches, with a thick layer of ice on them, and it can be seen that they are crushed by the frozen rain.

A rain should have brought vitality, but because of the snow, it lost ten miles of vitality.

Chu Weishui looked at the plaque that said Fuliu Pavilion, as if he saw Lu Aya's thoughts, as well as the dim light.