Immediately after that, I had no contact with Meng Ze for decades. I didn't go to him again, and he didn't come to me. It was a very sad time, but I don't know why I was so sad. The person who was originally by your side every day and said that he liked you and wanted to marry you, and the person who originally carried back a few sacks of red silk every day and asked you, the person who made the wedding dress and the brocade quilt, suddenly left, is this kind of emotion that you are accustomed to and become a part of your daily life finally withdrawn, is it the most hurtful?

I can't tell.

And I, in those decades, although I don't have a good memory of other things, but about love and about him, I just remember it in my heart, and how can I not find a way to forget, and my dream is repeated when the Jiuli fragrant flower tree falls, Meng Ze's sentence "But Benjun doesn't want to marry you". So for decades, when I couldn't sleep every day and couldn't forget, I hid in the canopy of the nine-mile incense tree every day to paint a fan for myself. In this way, I can get a little bit of peace of mind.

I've painted marriage fans for others, but I've never painted them for myself. I have painted many different sons on the fan, some are mighty and tall, some are respectful and gentle, some stand with books, and some draw swords and dance. In the end, I drew tens of millions, each of which was different, and I really felt like I had thousands of husbands, and I tied these fans with gold threads and red rope jade buckles, and tied them to the Jiuli fragrant flower tree one by one. I lay on my back in the canopy, watching the wind blow, blowing away a handful of leaves, blowing away a handful of petals, blowing thousands of vermilion sandalwood fan bones, beating the smoky jade buckles tied by gold threads, and making a loud sound.

The sixth senior brother stood under the flower tree, and his tone was very careful and worried: "Xiao Jiu, why are you torturing yourself like this. ”

There was a place where the fan was not fastened properly, and it fell off when the wind blew it, and it happened to hit my right heart. At that time, the right heart ruptured for the first time, and blood squeezed through the knife wound in the left heart that had been healed for tens of thousands of years, gushing out. His body twitched in pain, and he fell straight from the tree. Senior Brother Sixth hugged me in horror, blood choked in my throat, and as soon as I opened my mouth, I sprayed blood on his face.

At that time, the sixth senior brother was obviously so frightened that he trembled, but he hugged me and never let go for a moment, never delayed for a moment, and ran all the way to the Great Fanyin Palace, and fell dozens of times on the way, I could feel that his heart was so afraid that it was about to jump out. He was probably really worried that as soon as I closed my eyes, I would completely return to the West, and all the way he kept choking his voice and talking to me with a smile on his face, and he kept talking, talking and talking.

"Xiao Jiu, don't sleep, you can look at our master later, see that he is much more handsome......"

"Xiao Jiu, Senior Brother and Ah Yun have reconciled, when do you think they can have a little doll, let's borrow it for a few days?"

"Xiao Jiu, the third senior brother composed a new tune, I heard that the two goddesses and immortals also fought a game in order to listen to the third senior brother play this tune."

"Xiao Jiu, Shen Yu's hooligan hasn't woken up yet, don't be so unproductive like him......"

Tears fell on my face and on my brow. My sixth senior brother was born a little more beautiful than a woman, in addition to being fierce to Shen Yu, he is very gentle and gentle with the fairy next to him, so the whole thing looks like a sissy. But only the immortals who are familiar with him know that the sixth senior brother has a lot of backbone, and he is also very strong. I still only remember that Senior Brother Sixth cried twice, and the other time was when Shen Yu died.

"Xiao Jiu, it's not worth it for you to be a bastard like Meng Ze." He choked.

Finally arrived at the Great Sanskrit Hall. I lay in the arms of the sixth senior brother, and watched the golden body of the Buddha in the main hall against the backdrop, the master's vermilion robe released a warm brilliance, and the world suddenly lost color. I had a mouthful of blood in my mouth, and I swallowed and said, "Master, you are really much more handsome......

In fact, at that time, the master's expression was very surprised and gloomy, and he was not as handsome as he used to be when he was kind and pleasant.