I leaned down on the table and played with my empty wine glass, my eyes unblinking. The azure satin brocade robe, the hair is straightened, the handsome sword eyebrows are lowered, and the dusty cuffs are slightly slipped, revealing a wrist that is condensed with frost and snow, which is not as beautiful as a human object. He waved his wrist heavily, and his pen was like a flying cloud. Ye Shuyun, who is as warm as jade, is so quiet and obsessed with a volume of words.

There is sadness in my heart, surging like rivers, lakes and seas, and even the corners of my eyes are sour, and I almost want to cry.

Sensing my gaze, he dropped a little and put down his pen, stretched out a porcelain white finger and tapped my forehead: "Want to drink again?" Lang Zhong told him not to touch it again for half a year, and he forgot it so quickly? ”

The warmth on my forehead quickly dissipated, and I had to shake my head even though I was reluctant to give up.

Glimpsing the sunset outside the window, the remnant sun was like blood, and blurted out a call: "Ye Shuyun ......"

Ye Shuyun, I'm leaving. Ye Shuyun, will you keep me?

"Hmm." He tilted his head slightly, his eyebrows were as calm as a landscape, and when he met his starry eyes, I suddenly lost the courage to tell the truth: "You...... Can you not drive me away tonight? ”

He was stunned and looked at me uncertainly, I was afraid that he would perceive my thoughts, so I quickly lowered my head and muttered: "If you don't agree, I'll ...... This is going back. "I tried my best to suppress the tremor of my voice, and my voice was as thin as a mosquito.

A few days ago, there was an order to collect the clan, and seeing that the return date has been delayed to the limit by me, I have to leave tomorrow.

It's just that...... It's just that I can't bear him. If you say goodbye like this, I am afraid that there will be no reunion in this life.

He took my hand, and there was a bright smile in his eyes: "Yes." ”

"Really?" I jerked my head up, bumped into his gentle, watery gaze, lowered my head again, and said softly, "I want to see you practice swords." “

He paused, then replied, "Okay." “

If it had been before, these two replies would have made me ecstatic. And today, there is only a lingering grief.

He took his sword and stood on the shore of the West Lake. The green mountains are green, the sunset and the lonely birds fly together, and the autumn water is the same color as the sky. The smoke rises and the fog is misty.

I sat on the rock, holding the empty pot and staring at his back. A set of swordsmanship can still tarnish the heavens and the earth.

The breeze is blowing, the long sword is dancing, and how many wild geese are startled. Outside the building, Junfeng Courtyard, the eaves of the painting attracted how many mud returned to the Yan. Picking the Star Palace, on the side of the path, how many teenagers' hearts are quietly spreading.

A haze of smoke and a river and a moon, nine curves of clear streams and eighteen streams.

A pot of warm wine rewards the sky, and who will say goodbye to the flowers and the sword.

When night falls, the world is silent.

A green lamp is like a bean, and that touch of warmth is like the figure of the rising sun.