ps: The legendary He's Bi plus more, there are 3000 words at night, people finally get the legendary He's Bi, thank you little brother K! Regardless of this, don't people just write an essay, hehe.

The great god said, this product has really never seen the world, isn't it 50 yuan, as for being happy like this? That's right, 50 yuan is nothing, it's just the money for a meal with my man~~~ But the meaning is different, sincerely, this means different to me.

I like to write essays very much, not for money, and it's not my turn to support my family~~~~ Puff hahaha.

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Misunderstanding? What is the misunderstanding of the hurtful facts that are obviously so far?

For some reason, in Jiang An's heart, the weight of the word "misunderstanding" actually accounts for most of it. It's really strange that no one told him the cause and effect of this matter, why did he believe that it was a misunderstanding? Jiang An shook his head and smiled, feeling a little helpless about his nonsense at this time.

The sake in his hand shook slightly, Jiang An stood on the bow of the boat, his eyes followed the smoke waves, and he didn't know where his thoughts should drift to.

I...... Where do we go from here? Looking back at the vastness of the world and the boundless emptiness, Jiang Anxin looked at the head, and he didn't feel that such a question arose.

To be honest, staying at the Phantom King's place to practice magic this time was nothing more than an exchange of interests and a tedious transaction. At the end of the year, he set out to find her, what the gods, what the creation and destruction of the world, he has no intention of taking care of it, and let everything go with it.

Not in his position, not seeking his own politics, this is Jiang An's consistent position. It's just that, on the contrary, it is in his position and seeking his own government, so in the days of Donglai, he can be regarded as conscientious, like a righteous man with the world in mind. It cannot be said that it lacks a sense of social responsibility and so on. Today, when all the responsibilities of the mind are faded with the wind, what remains is just an idle cloud and wild crane, if ...... There is no blood feud of the Jiang family, and there is no boundless guilt for her......

Blood feud? Is it light? It's just helplessness, powerlessness, and even despair of the invincible power of the unattainable. There is no light, everything is not light.

She...... Jiang An's eyebrows. A bit of a faint pain passed by in a trance. still remembers the day three years ago, when Ah Wei died, those black and white eyes. If you can speak, "You betrayed us......." resentment, desolate...... That was the last message Jiang An could read in her gaze. Years later, he had been thinking about it. At the moment before she died, what kind of despair was in Ah Wei's heart?

If the tracking trick hadn't appeared at the right time, would she have killed herself by drinking the sword? So, Awei ...... You're the second time. Have I killed you?

The breeze was not cold, but the figure standing on the bow of the ship was solid. I shuddered.

He wanted to explain, saying something weak like "not me", but she didn't give him any chance to say it.

If you could do it all over again, would you calm down and listen carefully to my explanation? Awei! Jiang An raised his head. Drink the rest of the wine in one gulp. "I ...... Waiting for your reply, or even your forgiveness. ”

Qin Shuyao. He suddenly remembered the little girl in the name. Do you hate her? If it weren't for the gift she gave her, how could Qin Lan find her whereabouts so easily? That...... forced Ah Wei to commit suicide. Jiang An smiled bitterly, if it is hate, it can't be talked about, so how could a woman who has lived in the boudoir for a long time expect all the variables? She didn't want such an ending.

Where did the woman go, but what danger did she encounter? Thinking of this, Jiang Anxin was even a little worried.

Jiang An shook his head and sorted out his thoughts. Jiusi was helpless, Jiuli was fine, not to mention that the sake in the cup was exhausted, so he turned around and lifted the curtain and lay down in the cabin again.

On the blue waves, people swim in the painting.

Jiang An suddenly remembered that when he was a prince in Donglai, one day, he went to the Flower Shadow Moon to have fun, and happened to meet a woman with a similar face to Ah Wei. But it was not good that day, and it seemed to be raining lightly? Ha, it's been a long time, and he can't seem to remember it.

In the past, I went back, and the willows followed.

Now I think about it, the rain and snow are falling.

The girl who accompanied her that day seemed to be called "Shiso"? At that moment, Jiang An suddenly felt a little nostalgic. Her appearance is really similar to Aweike......

The rhyme of poetry, the picturesque scene, if the woman of that day is really Ah Wei, at this time there must be more tenderness. Anyway, no one is there, Jiang Anke can use his imagination to put all this incompleteness together.

The scenery is old, the people are unique, and today's mood is not as usual.

The cold boat shattered the pattern and swayed slightly. The sound of pipa suddenly came from the water, and it was held by the breeze, and it was slowly sent to Jiang An's ears. It is melodious and tactful, revealing a bit of desolation and desolation in the dark, looming, as if E'e is crying in the Guanghan Palace.

"Ha," Jiang An smiled bitterly, "This song is a little bit in line with the autumn colors, it's all bleak!" ”

The sound of the pipa is loud, desolate and tactful, like crying and complaining, bit by bit in the autumn sound, after listening to it for a long time, Jiang An's heart slowly sank. Is the person who plays the pipa talking about something? Jiang An narrowed his eyes and groaned, but he couldn't hear anything.

This is not resentment, not sadness...... After listening for a long time, Jiang An suddenly raised his head, this is absolute! Mourning is greater than the death of the heart! His brows furrowed slightly, what kind of huge blow or accident did the master of the piano suffer, and how could such emotions flow out of his pipa sound?

Under suspicion, Jiang An lifted the curtain of the cabin and went straight to the music.

On the bank of the Qingshui River, there are many grasses, and a woman is dressed in blue, sitting in a field of weeds, holding a pipa in her sleeve.

When he could see the figure clearly, Jiang An exclaimed unconsciously, "That'...... Isn't that Senior Sister Lou? "O old man...... Jiang An narrowed his eyes and wanted to step forward, but after thinking about it, he felt that it was inconvenient for him to disturb at this time, so he stopped in the middle of the river and looked at it from afar. He looked sideways, Senior Sister Lou...... Does she know how to play the lute, too?

She doesn't just play, she plays so much...... So poignant. is even more painful than the peerless Cui Jinniang, whose tone hurts three points.

The flowing water is light, and the clear stream under the moon is silvery. Lou Xiaoxiao hugged the pipa, looked at the Mid-Autumn Moon on the lake, and gently plucked the meridian string with her bare hands. The poignant music flowed from her hands, gradually meandering into despair.

Despair, how can you not despair? White-haired people send black-haired people! Lou Xiaoxiao's eyes moved a few times, and there was no emotion on her calm face.

In this seemingly calm river, her own son, the child who died in a hurry at the age of six, slumbered.

Four years ago today, he died tragically, and he died here.

The woman was pale, calmly playing the lute, and her voice was sad, but there was no expression on her face. Her ten fingers slowly shed a trace of blood, dyeing the meridian strings that were being picked up into a patch of red.

"It's me...... Don't you have anything to do with him? With a mournful call in her heart, Lou Xiaoxiao coughed, and the pipa tone stopped abruptly.

It's just that today, things are people and everything is restless. It's really a bit boring to talk about fate or not.