In this way, the originally booked date of leaving Fang Hai had to be delayed because of Ning Xiao's sudden promotion. In this regard, Song Dai has no complaints. After all, Ning Xiao's continued promotion will only be a good thing for the entire overall situation of Huaxia, and it will not be a bad thing.

The problem is that Cheng Ziyang has become a little distracted, so he has to take on more work to ensure that the huge system can run freely.

However, he can also quite understand Cheng Ziyang's difficulties. After all, the wife's ability is greater than that of the husband, and it is really admirable that the husband can sit still like this. Of course, Cheng Ziyang can make an exception, who made him the boss, the king of people, and the natural king.

"Lingwu," So, Song Dai found the stupid bird and talked about it in a good place. "You see, the boss has finally managed to reach the twelfth level, which is not much different from Ning Xiao. This time, if Ning Xiao succeeds in promotion, the two of them will be a big step behind. Can't you just think of a way? ”

"Alas," Lingwu also sighed. "What do you call me? The master has so many official duties every day, unlike Ning Xiao, who can meditate at every turn, and run out from time to time to appreciate something, and he can have some understanding. Once you have an insight, it means an upgrade. ”

"If the master doesn't calm down and cultivate, the gap with Ning Xiao will only widen. At that time, there will be more and more headaches. ”

"Don't you have a quick way to push the boss up?" Song Dai couldn't help but mutter.

"Ahh Lingwu suddenly flapped his wings and shouted angrily. "Don't you know that haste is not enough? Can that method be used indiscriminately? ”

Well, these two guys are competitive.

And the person they care about - at the moment, just sit quietly in the bedroom, close their eyes and recuperate, meditating.

Separated by a journey of mountains and rivers, she has become the original hometown that he can't go back to, and sits with him on both sides of the river.

The peach blossoms were in full bloom there, and the sky was full of bleak red glow, she smiled calmly, but he was still watching here, falling like rain, confirming that the Buddha smiled clearly. Love, so prosperous, but also so lonely.

got up, then sat down, knowing that the fate with her was only this tea. The end had already arrived before him, and this rain that hibernated at the beginning of summer, ten minutes, may not be enough for a lifetime of memories, but it is enough to make all years old.

The summer sky was splashed with green glaze, her porcelain blue clothes fluttered in the wind, and under the sunshine, she held it in her hand, put it in his hand, and said: "I love you!" ”

Three words into a prophecy, he was in her words. Since then, the heavy shackles have been burdened in every dream of him, knowing that there is no hope, but he clings to the only remaining persistence, thinking that he can finally wait for her to become the most beautiful scenery.

If Youth could make a bet, he had already pressed all the chips, just waiting for her to open a deck of nine heavens and ten earths of pai gow to show his final win or loss.

Who knows, she actually left halfway, and her sleeves slanted with the long wind, disrupting the gambling game. No one sits in the village, this game of cards is like a peach blossom in March, scattered on the lake in May, and the ashes of the lake are scattered.

So I re-examine fate to see how it writes about this encounter. The twilight is four, and the clouds on the horizon have darkened.

People go, the tea is also cool, there is a bright moon, wading through the water according to her back, ten zhang red dust decorates her with splendor, thousands of hibiscus clothes she wears gorgeous clothes, and she has no review, just like this, easily through the vicissitudes of his life.

"Alas!" Thinking of this, Cheng Ziyang couldn't help but sigh.

However, spreading out the palms of her hands, the sun is not thin, just as she promised. I love her too much, so I hope that she can redeem her tears with promises, and see tenderness with eternity, but she never expected that the years would foreshadow her smile, and when the wind and sand rose and the dust was everywhere, she would fold her halberd and raise her sword, kill a horse pistol, and fall into the danger of never turning over.

I don't have the courage to cry when I sing wildly, but when I fell to the ground, I saw a glimpse of the wind and sand, someone plucked the stirrup with his wrist, and wrote a line of words: forget each other in the rivers and lakes. Cinnabar is like blood, shocking.

How easy is it to forget? At the Yanshui Pavilion, she tied his heart knot with cyan silk, and the water in Jiangnan swept her eyes. She has become the source of water for his life, moistening his dry gaze and softening the scabs of his cold heart.

It is better to forget her than to forget himself.

The night is still falling as scheduled, the harsh winter wind replaces the fireworks of March, and when he looks around, he is the only one in the huge room, facing a cold cup of tea.

I can't forget it.

Let's just learn from her to brush her sleeves away, find a bluestone under the Bodhi tree, wait quietly, and watch the sea turn into mulberry fields.

"It seems that I have to calm down and cultivate!" Cheng Ziyang encouraged himself so much in his heart. However, he was at a loss. "But in the current situation, may I calm down?"

Because she has reached the other side, the water and grass are abundant, the peach blossoms are blooming, it is raining, and there is also a heart of wind and willows. And he could only get up and leave the table, but he still couldn't synchronize with her. In fact, how could he have been synchronized with her? The love of a cup of tea ended his life, and there was only the temperature of this cup of tea, from warm to cool, just for a moment.

She raised her hand and put down the pen, turning and picking out the heavenly book of youth. He was a wild grass that she couldn't identify, and in just one line, she quickly wrote down and turned over. When I mention it again, I am afraid that it will be quietly rewritten by Kuoda's Wei Ti many years later, so that we can see clearly that the original splash of ink is so easy and unbearable.

When you wake up, the sky is still clear, the wind is still distinct, and the two sides of the strait cannot sail with a reed after all. He knew what she wanted.

No more words, she will forget about him in the rivers and lakes, drink with the vicissitudes of life, be full of years, make gorgeous clothes over the years, and turn around quietly after a hundred turns, and then leave.

Therefore, when he meditated in the space, Lingwu, who closed his eyes and recuperated, faced the master who suddenly appeared, he could only peck his golden feathers and threw out the words that he had been thinking about for a long time: "Master, don't panic. You are the king of men. When the time comes, you can surpass her. Once you regain your mana, you will be on the same level as the King of Yin and the King of God. Hundreds of Ning Xiao are no match for you. ”

"But I can't stop moving forward like this right now, can I?" Cheng Ziyang responded in a calm tone.

"Master," Lingwu hesitated before telling him. "The reason why Ning Xiao's ability is cultivated so quickly, in addition to her own hard work and study, there is another main reason, you don't know."

Speaking of this, Lingwu flew to Cheng Ziyang's shoulder, close to his ear, and whispered: "Once Ning Xiao conceives a little master, he will cultivate a lot. I guess she's probably preparing for this, right? ”

"Hmm-" Cheng Ziyang was a little surprised by Lingwu's inexplicable explanation, and couldn't help but cast a visiting look at Lingwu.

As a result, despite the intimidating gaze, Lingwu nodded strongly to assert his opinion.

"Lingwu," it was only then that Cheng Ziyang showed a pleasant smile. He reached out and stroked Lingwu's little head, as if praising it and soothing himself. "It's nice to have a spirit pet like you!"

"Ahh Hearing this, Lingwu suddenly became excited. It was jumping left and right, shouting happily: "Master, Lingwu is sworn to follow you to the death." ”

Has anyone ever seen a real night? Deep, intense, dark night?

When he was a child, Cheng Ziyang used "pitch black" in his composition, and said that it "couldn't see five fingers".

I don't know when the boundary between day and night began to blur, and the night became shallow, without trial and deep meaning, as if ink had been diluted...... Gradually, the word "black" was stripped of the spoken language of human beings, and only "night" remained.

Night and night are two different things.

Night is a time period, which is the running interval of time; The night is not, it is a kind of environment, a kind of habitat and ecological aesthetics. One is the number of games, and the other is the field.

In the primitive configuration of nature, the night sky is black, black for hundreds of millions of years. Even with the torches of man, the night is still dark, and the essence and essence are still black.

"How's the night? The night is not young. The light of the court. This is the opening sentence of the oldest poetry collection in China, which gives people the impression that the night is so deep!

The night was pure.

In Fanghai, when the entanglement between humans and zombies ended, people couldn't sleep over and over. It's not excitement, it's that the night is getting too bright to stand it. I had to cover my face with a thick towel and deceive my eyes.

In fact, the reason is that the lights can be turned on day and night, and there is no longer any need to worry about zombie infestation. However, this makes the concentration of night dark not enough, and it is not a night, just like wine mixed with water, which is not worthy of being called wine.

Accustomed to the darkness of the night, it is like getting used to the strength of wine. Otherwise, it's hard to swallow.

In ancient times in China, people called sleep "dark sweet", and dreaming was "going to black sweet". It means: dark and sweet is a good sleep. A good night's sleep depends on the night. The night is light, and the world is restless. If the light is chaotic, it will be difficult to restrain the mind. Therefore, the ancient health regimen was the main one to go to bed before "Hai Shi". In this way, sleep can also occupy the deep part of the night.

The "black sweetness" of the prosperous people of China had to resort to thick curtains. Artificial enclosure of a corner. In the last days, humanity is living the real night again.

In fact, Cheng Ziyang is not tired of light at all. On the contrary, he also deeply loves the splendor of the stars and the moon, and the brilliance of the candle. Because at night, the shimmer is the most charming and the most heart-warming. What he is tired of is the "White Night City" and "Never Night Project". Because it maliciously tamperes with the logic of nature and the ratio of black and white, turning the pleasing eye into a dazzling eye.

As it is now, when the woman he loves suddenly appears in front of him, and he feels that the light is dazzling, he can only squint his eyes to be sure of her return.

"Brother Cheng, I'm back!"

This sentence, in particular, was enough to make his heart flutter.

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