The sound of silk and bamboo rose up, slowly approaching, and the desolation fell all over her ears, she wanted to go, wanted to leave this inexplicable place, but somehow, she couldn't move her footsteps.

There is a song that spreads, too far away, ethereal, lingering in the hollow valley bamboo forest, the sound loops, it is impossible to distinguish between men and women, the bamboo sea is swept away by the wind, layer upon layer, like sad waves. Lian Zhou was a little distracted, she was not a soft and amorous woman, but somehow, as soon as she heard this intermittent music, her heart pounded fiercely.

The song grew louder and louder, circling the bamboo forest, the tender yellow birds leaping in the shallow water, and the rocks seemed to be asleep. Heaven and earth are quiet.

“…… Qingmei is on the road, jade words, when will it be the same...... The long is to wait for the east of the water, the love is unique, and you go to the first peak......"

“…… Huacheng people go, the night is like home, listen to the bright moon on half the wall, blowing through the lotus...... Rolled to the end of the world, the dust is broken, why bother to remember the past......"

The voice is slowly curling, like a woman's eyebrows, slender and long, but there are oblique veins, looking at the resentment of the sea of broken boats. Lian Zhou frowned, and suddenly felt the urge to cry.

There was a sound behind him, the sound of feet stepping on leaves, and Lianzhou turned around, and his eyes were dark. It is a man's inky robe.

She didn't know why, her heart throbbed tightly, her eyes stared straight at him, her lips bitten by her teeth, and her shoulders trembled slightly. There was something in her throat that was clogged, a weight like a mountain, and she wanted to speak, to ask who he was, to ask where this was, to ask why she was here. I want to ask myself why I am so abnormal.

But she couldn't ask anything, just stood there, bitter in her heart, as if she had survived centuries.

The man walked over, it was a strange face, the eyes were amber, clear and clear, there was no backlight, she saw him very clearly, dark clothes and black hair, a majestic posture, surprisingly white skin, a smile on his face, his eyes were large, slightly upturned, slightly evil, there were two deep dimples on the cheeks, in the quiet bamboo forest, he walked with a smile, revealing a temperament that was both good and evil, giving people an indescribable charm.

He lowered his head and touched the hair on Lianzhou's forehead, she was stunned, and when she looked up, she saw his bright eyes like stars, he smiled, and his voice was warm and good: "Xiao Song, what's wrong?" Why are you looking at me so stupidly? ”

The music continued, still ethereal, trapped in a veil of smoke.

"Water is like eyebrows, only drunk, who is tasteless in the world...... Holding back tears, just like the wind flowers shaking ......"

Lian Zhou wanted to push him away, wanted to tell him that they didn't know each other at all, wanted to tell him that she didn't like his intimate posture, and wanted to get rid of this inexplicable situation, but as soon as his hand stretched out, his heart was desolate for no reason, and he suddenly became weak.

The man rubbed the hair on her forehead, with a doting smile on his face, he showed his white teeth, smiled, and gently hugged her into his arms, and a warm voice sounded above her head: "Xiao Song, take good care of yourself, don't let others bully you, and live well." There was a pause as he said the next sentence, and his voice deepened, "Always, remember me." ”

After speaking, the strength of his hand tightened, hugged her hard, and then turned around and walked into the depths of the bamboo forest, the white mist suddenly spread, swirling everywhere, and quickly annihilated his figure.

The song began: "...... It is still there today, it is still there today, who will take the bend of the eyebrows and guide the lotus flower to bloom...... How can I help the reverse journey, how can I do it, how long will I stay for ......?"

The surrounding fog was shrouded, white and expansive, Lian Zhou suddenly had a feeling of panic in her heart, she looked at the man's distant back, and suddenly felt that he was very familiar, but she couldn't call his name, but her heart tightened little by little, and the feeling of being abandoned hit her heart again, she ran forward like crazy, she opened her mouth, and the voice finally came out, she shouted: "Don't go, don't go!" ”

She felt like she was hugging him from behind, the touch was real, she pillowed on his broad back, and her heart slowly calmed down, like a tired traveler who had found home.

Between breaths, there is the fragrance of lotus flowers, dipped in dew, and the breeze is fragrant.

She finally realized that something was wrong and opened her eyes suddenly.

On the edge of the bed sat a young man, his waist tightly bound to hers, her head resting on her chest, in an ambiguous position.

Meng Hui saw Lian Zhou suddenly sit up, hugged him tightly, and couldn't help but feel soft in his heart, his hand was wrapped around her thin back, his eyes were starry, and his tone was unprecedentedly soft: "I didn't go." ”

Lian Zhou felt that the change was too fast, which overwhelmed her, and she pushed him away almost reflexively, and raised her eyebrows: "Why are you?" ”

Meng Hui's arms were empty, he frowned slightly, and his voice was cold: "Why is it not me?" Could it be that you are still expecting others? As soon as the words came out, Meng Hui felt that what he said was ambiguous, as if his husband was questioning his cheating wife, his good-looking eyebrows frowned slightly, and his heart was a little confused.

Who made her so miserable in her sleep? Is it the person she is reading? Is it the boy named Xiaoqi who grew up with her since childhood? In any case, she never forgot him? Even in the dream, it's him?

Lian Zhou's pupils shrank, and she hurriedly lowered her head, she didn't pay any attention to Meng Hui's abnormality, she just thought in her heart, oh no, she just glared at him, is she looking for death, so long in disguise, if it is because of such a small detail, it will not work! You can't succeed, you have to think of a way!

Can't treat him with a smile, become so fast, look at it and pretend, in this case, her head thinks back and forth, and between the lightning and flint, her eyes light up, or else, and now it ends up with him, and then escapes? Now that he is so close to him, there is a knife hidden in the quilt, which can kill him by surprise, but just when she had this thought, she decisively stopped, now in broad daylight, there are many guards outside, there is no night cover, even if she succeeds in killing him, it will be difficult for her to escape safely, so she should wait for the best time with peace of mind.

It took less than a second for these thoughts to take her head up, pursed her small mouth, pointed at Meng Hui, and asked viciously, "Why are you?" What about Xiaoqi? He's just been talking to me here, where did you get him? "Thinking that you are pretending to be crazy anyway, capricious, and deranged is the most normal thing for a madman.

Meng Hui frowned, but saw the girl hugging her head in an instant, and cried out in pain: "Xiaoqi, Ya'er, where are you?" Why don't you come and see me? She brewed her emotions, her shoulders trembled profusely, and she burst into tears.

Hearing her cry, he couldn't stop feeling depressed in his heart, Song Lianzhou, does his death really make you so painful that you can't help yourself? Haven't you always been strong, how did you become like this for him?

There was a layer of anger in his indifferent expression, and he frowned and said, "Don't cry." ”

Sample, if you want me not to cry, I won't cry?

The crying was louder. So worrisome.

Meng Hui's eyes paused, what would she do if she knew that he was not dead and knew that he was still alive? Will she throw herself into his arms without hesitation? Hold that person tightly as if you had just hugged him? He looked at the girl's thin body, and his heart, somehow, was very blocked.

Lian Zhou cried so much that his voice was almost hoarse, but seeing that he had no intention of moving, he was speechless to death, is this Meng Hui intent on her?

Seeing that she couldn't help it, Meng Hui sighed lowly, or stretched out her hand, pinched her small chin, lifted her little face, Lian Zhou looked at him, her eyes were like autumn water, her eyes were as black as paint, washed more and more clear by tears, her black hair was slightly messy, sticking to her soft cheeks, the flowers were as beautiful as beauty, she bit her lip, her teeth were slightly exposed, white as a crescent moon, her lips were like roses, shining with a seductive luster, Meng Hui felt that her hands trembled, and the hand that pinched her chin seemed to be burned with iron, scorching hot.

He forced himself to suppress the strange feelings in his heart, his lips were pursed, but his eyes were flashing in depth and shallowness, he calmed down, took out a handkerchief with his other hand, and wiped the tears on her face. The girl's skin was incredibly soft, and his movements of wiping tears were extremely gentle, as if he was caring for a treasure.