Listen, it's the sound of a flower blooming. In the silence of the night. It blooms quietly. A shadow is slowly moving, and the footsteps of time have passed countless days and nights, like the clarity of water, but it is too thick to dissolve the nostalgia and nostalgia.

Ning Xiao, who stayed quietly in the dark night, couldn't help but wonder: thinking about how boring she was, she could even hear the sound of flowers blooming.

Soon, she thought of something, and couldn't help caressing the fetus in her womb, and secretly laughing: Child, are you so eager for energy? Don't you even let the flowers bloom?

The fetus in the womb seemed to hear her murmuring, and it slowly calmed down and was no longer impetuous.

So, the flowers bloomed softly in this quiet moonlit night, quietly, as if nothing had happened.

A bird is submerged in the far sky, like a stone throwing into the water, rippling layer by layer, and the slightest mood, like the gentle ripple of water waves, quietly brewing in the heart. It reflects its beauty in light and shadow, and retains its fragrance in time.

This is the idea before the painting, before the pen is written, countless colors, complex patterns have been handed over on the white canvas, with a pure heart like hibiscus flowers, in the dark night, quietly composing a moving ancient music.

The dark fragrance floats, the rhyme is diffuse, such as a flash in the pan, like a glimpse, hooking the soul and making people linger in it.

It seems to make people hear the crisp arpeggio, the ethereal zheng, the lingering flute, the mournful piano sound, a faint fragrance, the pale yellow golden cinnamon, the white cold orchid, and the afterglow of ancient poems.

The white clouds floated over it, the autumn moon beautified the feelings, and the flowers beautifed the heart.

"Baby, I wonder how your father is doing in the Lingxuan Realm?" Ning Xiao whispered to the fetus in her womb. "It's true that I haven't even sent a message!"

"Ning Xiao," Lingwu on the side once again clichéd. "You don't have to worry. The realm of the spirit is a treasure land for human kings and human generals. It's safer for them to stay there than in a turtle shell!"

"Huh!" Ning Xiao couldn't help laughing. Then, she said angrily: "Is there such a metaphor as yours? What shell is not good, I want to say turtle shell? ”

"Ning Xiao, you don't know this!" Lingwu argued forcefully. "There are so many shells in the world, I have a way to peck out a hole. Only the tortoise shell is so hard that it can dull my beak!"

"Poof!" Ning Xiao had to laugh out loud again.

In the concerto of moonlight, Ning Xiao is slowly moving forward. So, she saw that beautiful flower, although it was not precious, just a wild flower that could be seen randomly on the roadside, but what it brought to her was not only the enjoyment of beauty, but also the surprise of the first birth of life, and the perception of life.

Just like the rising sun, the flowers that have just bloomed are showing that youth is fleeting, and the years are no more. If people can't release their most beautiful beauty in a short life, like a flower, it is impossible to achieve the maximum benefit of life.

How many years of vicissitudes, the ruins are diffused, and the vivid is the connotation. Small flowers and grass can do it, how can people give up easily?

Yes, many years later, youth is the painting that was never finished, the flowers and leaves that I wanted to cherish but missed, the regret of the missing plot of the book, the scenery that passed by on the road, the illusory dream, and the most beautiful morning light in life.

Everyone's youth is a brilliant but short-lived meteor, if everyone can find a flower blooming in the dark night, then, will not bury their youth and fragrance early, will not be early to cut off their future and future.

So, if you want to hear the sound of the flowers blooming, you have to be quiet, as if no one is paying attention, as if nothing has happened.

"Baby, do you understand?" Ning Xiao whispered to the fetus in his womb. "If you can do anything quietly, then you can dominate the universe."

However, the fetus in the womb did not react, and it is not known whether he did not listen, or listened?

Ning Xiao continued to walk in the night. Her heart is as clear as water. Of course, she is not unconscious, but rather quiet and indifferent. And so it went, and walked, and the day dawned.

In fact, since Cheng Ziyang went to the Lingxuan Realm, Ning Xiao has walked like this and experienced it more than once. can't be said to be accustomed to it, at least during this period of time, she has almost known her destiny, and the cycle has gone on and on, and she has experienced it many times.

In a memory, after being carved unintentionally or intentionally, it can no longer be erased, and it has always been hidden, or deeply remembered. In the years that followed, her mind, or heart, when it was unusually quiet, suddenly stepped on a light footstep, and her soul, or heartbeat, sounded with the rhythm of the footsteps, from far to near, from near to far, back and forth.

The thin figure of the mother, gradually growing taller, stood like a moving monument in the misty night, blocking all view. In her eyes, there is only her mother, holding the image of her walking slowly, along the flower pond in the lower courtyard, the flowers in the flower pond are higher than the top of her mother's head, as if the breeze is rotating with her mother's footsteps, walking in a circle, walking, walking like this, walking and walking The sky is bright.

In the memory of the original owner of this body, it seems that almost every night has been spent like this since he was a baby.

The original innocent years, clouded with a pale blue lingering night, deeply engraved into her overweight mind, this was not the time to remember, but let me remember, the torture of illness increased her mental age, precocious.

Fortunately, with her mother's singing voice, her sky is a little brighter, and the fragrance of flowers lingering around her is a lot more warm. Mother's singing was light, like a dragonfly fluttering wings, probably only me and the night could hear, and the pool of quiet flowers, the melody was quite bright, without a trace of sadness.

At dawn, her footsteps stopped abruptly, and she saw the silver threads newly spit out from her mother's sideburns, and the tears in the corners of her eyes, crystal and flickering.

The long infancy made her feel as if she had been walking through a long, narrow alley, surrounded by solidified darkness, flowing like water, pushing away and closing it, and she and her mother seemed to have been immersed in amber translucent crystals, impenetrable.

I don't know how long she was reborn, away from illness and suffering, but her mother suffered from anemia, and her pale cheeks were never rosy again. But the smile was frozen at that moment, it was so bright and bright.

Later, she learned and loved to walk, never riding in a car when she could, especially at night. Whether sad or happy, in the years that followed, when she couldn't sleep, she chose to walk alone, in the shadows, it can't be said that there is no trace of fear, but the feeling is smooth, bright, like the river that is passing away, walking and the sky is bright.

When she was pregnant at the beginning, the father of the baby in her womb went to the realm of Lingxuan again, and suddenly she carried all the heaviness, helplessness, powerlessness, silently, and a little overwhelmed, but this was her own choice, and she had no regrets.

Just sleepless almost every night. So she got up and quietly walked out into the open street, where the night birds roosted and the insects were tired and asleep, the earth was silent, the moon above her silently followed her, and the Lingwu, who had finally closed its mouth, stood on her shoulders and moved slowly.

Along the streets, walking alone, the chaotic thoughts drifted away, and the mind was empty, blank, like a blue-gray sky, without clouds. She walked aimlessly, and as she walked, the sky dawned, first the hundred spirits contended, then the voices were buzzing, and a new day began again.

In this way, the long night that lasted lasted finally came out. The day is dawning, like pulling out the clouds and seeing the sunshine, the mood is suddenly bright, behind is a narrow line of sky and narrow valley, but has walked out, in front of the open land, sprinkled with bright sunshine, wave by wave brighter, finally frozen, bright into daytime.

So, she was able to go home and sleep peacefully, wake up naturally, and open her eyes to dawn. Time flies, comes and goes, and there is no need to reminisce.

However, waiting for a person's return is the most painful, far more anxious than waiting for the car, there is no time boundary, the heart is fluttering, the person is at a loss again, sitting still, sleepless night after night, drowsy during the day, nightmarish, cold sweat.

In this way, lying in bed, tossing and turning, experiencing the torment of insomnia, time seems to freeze. It's better to get up and walk through the long dark night. Besides, as he walked, he left his worries behind, and the flowers, trees, and buildings kept passing by, and when he reached the outside of the city, he opened up. In the endless fields, green life grows in silence, full of vitality, flower buds unconsciously stretch, insects and birds wake up in a deep dream.

All this revived her self-consciousness again, making her steps lighter and lighter, and her heart brighter and brighter, like the gray sky overhead, walking, walking, it was bright, high and far, like an ocean. That day, all the way to the east, walking, walking, from the fresh and soft skylight, a round of red sun, standing on the horizon, round and large, like a red and yellow giant hydrogen balloon, rolling closer and closer, closer and bigger, the whole occupied the wide road ahead, rolling towards her.

Her eyes and heart were full of the soft morning sun, and the rolling and growing light wheel flooded herself. Suddenly, she became bright and transparent, and became a part of the sun.

In this way, Ning Xiao and the child in her womb spent this difficult time sleeping, eating, and walking.