"Look.... Have you seen enough? ”

"Not yet, you're so good-looking. It's obviously embarrassing to hang upside down, but with your face, it looks elegant and elegant. She said this with a very serious look.

"I'm here today because I have something to say to you."

I was looking forward to her talking to me, even about her daily life. I nodded, but I hung upside down and nodded as if I was shaking my hair, my hair was very long, long enough to wrap an old tree tightly, and whenever no one was around, I would spread my hair and cover the ground, as if my heart was being filled little by little. At this moment, the ground was full of crawling hair, which was extremely oozing, and I bit my lip and frowned a little embarrassedly.

She looked at my expression and suddenly said, "The green silk is as soft as a waterfall, and the young man is as warm as jade." She smiled at me under the old tree.

"The last time I came home, I often thought of you, who are you? Is it an elf? Is it a youkai? Or a ghost? No, I guess it's an immortal. ”

I, I am, what's that? I do not know.

"Today happens to be closed for school, I rushed back and wanted to ask you. What is your name? My name is Yu Xuan, the son of Yu Gui, the Xuan of Xuan paper. ”

I looked at her and paused for a long time, racking my brains to come up with a good name for myself.

"Don't have a name?"

I shook my hair, which was a tacit acquiescence.

"Then you call it a hanging star, a hanging star that hangs like a star, a star that hangs like a star."

I silently recited the name of the hanging star, and I thought it was very good.

"Won't it be uncomfortable for you to hang upside down like this all the time?"

Over the years, there has been no inconvenience, and I can't tell who is good-looking, but I can only see their eyes, some philistine, some greedy, some naïve, and some pious. Most of them have something to ask for, thinking that they can live forever by praying to God and worshiping Buddha.

"No, it won't."

I was a silent mute, she was a scorching light, she said things I didn't know, she said the buildings in the school, she said the shops in the city, the wind blew the hem of her skirt, the light feathers fluttered, the whole body was full of dancing fireworks, and the same prisoner who was guarded at the bottom of the cage and was dying laughed.

I listened silently, wanting to memorize every word she said, to go to the place where she said, to stop at the moment with her, to be unchanged and endless.

The wind puffed up her wide sleeves, and her body was small and cute. But I finally forgot what she said, I only remember that she liked to sit on the futon when she was tired, and because her skirt was not very convenient, she had to sit on her knees, and smiled at me coquettishly, "Is this a great gift for the hanging stars?" She likes to pick up the fine bangs behind her ears, revealing a white little face, which is a face that is always smiling, exuding vitality in the pupils, and penetrating into the heart, which is a face that I dare not forget for a long time.

I later learned that her eyes were special, moist and psychic. Don't touch the mortal dust, only see fairy clothes. Before yesterday, only pray for the coming day.

It was a little late, and she said goodbye, "I'll come to see you next week." ”

Once I have expectations, my heart seems to be unsettled, I want to see her again, but I am afraid to see her again. I want to have a better reunion, I want to see her in detail, I want to see her face to face, and let her, look at me.

I tried for a long time before I changed my position, and sat on the trunk above, her legs still firmly rooted in the branches, and my hair was finely combed, densely wrapped around the branches, making a twisted braid-like swing, I thought, would this be more like an immortal, so that she could swing here, and climb up with her hair, and sit next to me, and talk to me well.

When she came back, she was really pleased, and carried a bulging white cloth bag with small blue-purple hydrangeas embroidered on it, fresh and lovely.

She took off her shoes, climbed neatly, not squeamish, and drew closer, and then sat down next to me, unexpectedly quiet.

"You're here."

"Hmm. Hanging stars! She was a little at a loss and paused for a long time, "I've been studying hard these days, because in this way, there will be fewer things to do on the rest of the day, and I can see you for a while." ”

"I've brought a lot of stuff with me!" She rummaged through the cloth bag, took out a piece of paper that was a little wrinkled, and unfolded it like a treasure, "This is what I painted." ”

The ink painting should have taken a few days, the lines are simple and smooth, the atmosphere is vivid, a young man, the ink hair is high, the eyebrows and eyes are deep, and the aura is fully displayed in contemplation.

"Very well drawn."

"Because the hanging star is good-looking. See you again today, and I feel that my paintings are not as good as your one-thousandth. ”

"Hmm."

"I also brought something to eat, it's a sugar cake made at home!" The small white snack was sprinkled with some petals by her, with the sweetness of the acacia flower, she held it out like a treasure, and watched me take a bite, rippling with joy.

Soft and glutinous and sweet, it was the first time I ate something in the world, and even the impression of the world was much gentler. Later, I made sugar cakes many times, but it was no longer the same as it was back then. I thought, maybe the locust flower is not good, not the locust flower in front of Ah Xuan's house.

[The scene of that moment suddenly appeared in front of my eyes, the boy and the girl sat together on the long branches, the young man in white took the pastry and chewed it in small bites, the hair of the girl in the blue dress and black dress was blown by the wind, only the eyes were firmly tied to the young man, his eyelashes were full, he was quiet and distant, he was so pale, tired of hanging in the air and staring at the ground, tired of roaming among the stars alone, he was impermanent, his eyes were full of sorrow, as if he could not see anything worth gazing at. Lin Cuo's perspective.

At that time, the girl was blinded by the young Junyi, and she couldn't see the waves in his heart, nor could she see the tragedy brought about by this acquaintance.

This redemption begins with the vision of a good marriage and ends with a broken marriage in the long summer.

"Any idea why I can see you?"

I shook my head slightly, the pastry in my hand was still half, revealing a little red mud, and the cinnabar between my forehead was embedded in the middle, a little sweet, I suddenly didn't want to eat it, quietly clinging to my chest, I don't know what I was thinking.

"Because my grandfather said that I was a man of the moon. In fact, this statement is very good, in layman's terms, it is a yin person, grandpa immediately decided to change the time of birth for me, but ah, the destined yin person is the yin person, even if the hour is changed, it can't escape the life of the yin person. ”

"It's different from others, and it doesn't have any impact, you can still study, you can make friends, you can get married, and you can live a stable life."

"If so, I can see many, many things that others can't."