When the river arrives at the age of the year, it has stretched out the heart from a ball of buds, the dark clouds are stacked on the sideburns, the apricot face is peachy, it is really like a begonia drunk sun, a shallow spring mountain. She could feel the thorns of lust when those guest officers competed for her every day, she had found hidden silver needles in her dancing soft shoes more than once, and even drank tea that made her almost angry, fortunately, Aunt Cheng Bi gave her a needle in time to force back the poison, and the owner of the island sent her the best snow jade lotus, so she didn't have any problems, and she didn't tell her mother.

She felt that it didn't matter, they believed that they were the obstacle to their becoming an Oiran, and Akikawa had decided not to compete for the position of Oiran, so on the eve of the night of taking the flowers, on the eve of falling asleep, she did not take the jade flower ointment to protect her throat as usual, Xu was exactly like this, she should not die, and was awakened by smoke in the second half of the night.

When she woke up, the fire had not yet spread, and she could easily escape from the door, but she suddenly paused when she stood barefoot on the cold ground.

The swept red waves are like her favorite and most disgusted to stick to her clothes, the island owner loves her to wear a red graceful and luxurious neon dress and feather coat to spin and dance, praising her as "graceful and whirling like flying, Lihua warping jade bending to the end, low back lotus stepping on the waves, dancing back to the snow and wind, falling stars and looking forward to the eyes, flying and blowing red lotus to open the fog." He described her beauty as a blooming red lotus, but she selfishly felt that the red color was more like a flame.

She danced, more like a struggle in the fire, the red color made her feel hot, painful, almost suffocated, but also obsessed with the power that could destroy everything. She always felt like she would be consumed in flames and turned to ashes when she stopped, and she could only dance and spin desperately, begging to catch her breath, but she always knew what awaited her end.

The flames burned brightly, and she laughed loudly in the raging waves.

And then what happened to her?

Lang Zhong clearly showed her that she fell into a long and unrejuvenated coma, and how her mother rescued her from the fire by dragging her sick body and legs alone, and then collapsed in the flames. She was always immersed in dreams and lost herself, until a man appeared who claimed to be her cure.

"Wake up."

Lang Zhong's deep voice rang in her ears.

When she opened her eyes, she found herself floating in the darkness, while Lang Zhong was floating in the dark with her face to face. There was a bronze wooden box beside him, and Lang Zhong bent his finger at it, and the box inside automatically popped open, and a scroll flew out of it.

Lang Zhong bit a big wolf brush in his mouth, he held the scroll with both hands very reverently, the brush unfolded, he took the brush, clicked Zhu Dan, looked at the huge scroll, wrote in a dashing manner, and the gilded butterfly under the blue costume flew around as if he had spirituality under his movements, and finally slowly stopped.

"Your illness is this." Lang Zhong threw down the brush and unfolded the scroll at her.

On the white silk is a red shocking official script, and the pen is vigorous and powerful, like a sharp cold light that instantly splits her scattered consciousness.

Lost

Two red, huge words fell into her eyes.

"This is my disease? Am I really sick? Qi Chuan asked blankly.

"A person who is really sick is not only embodied in her flesh, but your illness is in the heart, and it is the sin deposited by the knots in your heart." Lang Zhong closed the scroll and rolled it carefully: "In the world, people will naturally be contaminated with different causes and effects, and cause and effect constitute consequences. ”

Qi Chuan saw a golden light bloom, and the dazzling golden light made her unable to open her eyes, and at the moment when her eyes were out of focus. The golden light swooped down towards her with lightning speed, and she felt her heart contract as if she were suffocating, and a sharp pain ran down her heart until it reached her paralyzed limbs.

The dazzling golden light gradually disappeared, Qi Chuan stared at the position of the heart with wide eyes and panting, Lang Zhong calmly pressed the scroll against her heart, and gradually swallowed the scroll inch by inch into her heart as if it was submerged in the quagmire, but no blood flowed out. His body twitched from pain. And Lang Zhong's eyes narrowed, and there was a warm smile on his arrogant face: "If you want to cure your disease, you will naturally have to suffer a little." ”

Qi Chuan grabbed his clothes with his hands like climbing driftwood, endured the pain of his own body, and waited until the scroll was completely engulfed, Qi Chuan felt that his heart was swallowed up by a warm feeling, and his trembling palms were sweating, and his mother's face appeared in front of him, she had never looked at her carefully, her mother was graceful in her early years, and Yan was jealous of the warbler, and she couldn't tell her dust posture for a while, but because of the pain and depression in her heart, she grew old rapidly, and before she was half a hundred, she was already gone in autumn and frosty.

She trembled and caressed the vision in front of her, tears of remorse falling sharply. Feeling something coming out of his throat, he opened his mouth, and suddenly golden butterflies flew out of his mouth, and one by one they quickly filled the entire dark space.

"Cocoon into a butterfly? It's really the container I want......" Lang Zhong held Qichuan with one hand, watching the butterflies flying freely in the sky, his brows stretched, revealing a rare slightly stunned expression.

She felt as if her body had become extraordinarily relaxed, and the weight that had been pressing on her heart seemed to disappear, she covered her eyes, knelt on the ground, and cried.

The golden butterfly flew farther and farther away, slowly disappearing into the darkness. Lang Zhong said to Qi Chuan: "I have cured your illness, and you should also wake up from your dream." ”

"The soul that has lost itself should now return to the shell on which you depend."

She watched her body slowly turn transparent, she knew that she could no longer maintain her self-prolonged dreams, she smiled hard at Lang Zhong and said, "Thank you." ”

Lang Zhong stood in place, the dark space gradually crumbling, turning into pieces of splinters peeling off like a curled wall. His delicate face also cracked, accompanied by a crackling sound, and his slender figure was also scattered into pieces as if swallowed by the space, and the gorgeous clothes reflected a faint light, like a god bathed in soft light.

His complexion was still as quiet and indifferent, but the lines around his eyes were stretched out gracefully, and Lang Zhong lowered his long eyelashes, covering his extremely mysterious dark eyes.

Then, the face of the work of art shattered in an instant, and disappeared into the void in an instant.