Chapter Eighty-Three: The Fish of Tears

His heart was torn with indescribable pain, just like last night, the cold wind and the cold moon, and his heart was like a withered heart. Who would notice the myriad thoughts in his heart at the moment, gloomy and sad?

"Kaede, where have you been, it's going to start soon?" It was Momiji's phone, with anxiety and worry in his voice. Lu Feng thought of her concerned expression, his heart warmed, and said, "Don't worry, I'm fine, I'm wandering alone in the bamboo forest next to your house!" ”

When everything is silent, nature will be your best embrace. The life and death of the world, the ups and downs of love, have long been contained in this prosperity and decline.

Flowing water and falling flowers, people must exhaust the spirit of a lifetime to fully understand, and for a red leaf, spring sprouts and autumn wilts, that is, a lifetime. Perhaps every spring breeze, the most transparent life!

Suddenly, a girl in a white gauze skirt, lined with the green waves of the bamboo forest, appeared in front of him like a light dream. Lu Feng turned his eyes and saw that the black autumn water of the red leaves was staring at him.

With such gaze and such a smile, it was like before, just like that autumn day, his red leaves stood on the street with falling leaves, looking at his return figure obsessively.

There is no need for long and pale words, some things, some moods, each other has long been read in silence. They just faced each other quietly, and in the silence, their thoughts flew with the clear autumn wind.

The mountains of green bamboos, swaying in the wind, make a beautiful sound, like someone blowing a huge bamboo flute, playing a deep music.

"Brother, we ......" Hongye looked at him in a daze, thinking of the boredom in this young man's heart at the moment, the torment he was suffering, her heart suddenly ached.

Once I was a fish and lived in the water, that was your heart, because you said it to me. So I'm very happy to swim in your heart, and I think that's where I want to stay for the rest of my life.

When I love, love deeply, but love at the wrong time, except to cherish the last tear in my heart, choose to let you go away in that way, what choice can I have!

If there is an afterlife, I will wait for you. Momiji couldn't help but tears welled up in his eyes. Hurriedly turned around and let the whistling wind dry the wet tears. I didn't dare to say anything, for fear that the choked voice would lose control in an instant, and I couldn't cry to reveal the weakness in my heart.

"Sister!" He screamed lowly, as if he had exhausted all his strength. In the sound of the breeze, the backs of the two merged in the cold and bleak twilight, and on the bank of the Qingqing River where the reeds were flying, the tears of the lover flowed quietly.

They just stared so quietly, the sweetness of the past, the pain of the past, and the parting of the present, all seemed to dissolve into their faint smiles.

Just between this half-dream and half-awakening, and then recognize the thousands of smiling eyes, let us be like snow in the clouds, kiss people's faces gently with Bingqing, and bring out a remnant flute. How much love does it have in the world, and it welcomes a thousand changes......

By the river, the reeds are fluttering, white, soft, like clusters of light feathers, swaying in the wind. The freshly blooming reeds in the shallow water by the river swayed, lingering with the autumn wind, like a hazy love poem.

In this half-cold and half-warm autumn, close to you, watch the streamers flying, and make your heart linger.

"Let's go back!" Momiji raised her head, stared at him one last time, and sighed leisurely. Then you think I forgot! Maybe it's better this way, you go through the vicissitudes of pursuit, I turn around without a word, and we still return to our respective worlds after all.

The wind swayed a crying whimper, and Lu Feng resolutely turned around, unable to bear to look at her again, because he knew that if he stayed for a few more moments, he might not be able to let himself leave again.

If some people and some things in life can go back to the earliest time, then how good it would be, because the beauty of the earliest time is the memory that can no longer be found after the washing of the years.

Back at the banquet, the guests were basically seated, Aunt Hua had already prepared an empty seat for him, Lu Feng sat down slowly, picked up the chopsticks, and didn't know where to start, thinking that although this table full of wine and food was rich and delicious, how could it be as delicious as the poached eggs that the girl fried for him herself!

Momiji: I've brought you my favorite yellow poached egg for dinner today, so let's go to the cafeteria to eat it together!

Lu Feng: Well, many times when I have dinner with you, I find it a little interesting. Just like yesterday in the cafeteria, I sat across from you, and when I habitually put my hand in my pocket, I found that you were just like me, so I quietly reached out again. It's a good thing you didn't notice it, or you would have laughed too!

Seeing his stunned expression, Aunt Hua quipped: "Lu Feng, it's not your groom today, so don't be so polite." The speaker was unintentional, but the listener was intentional, and his words pierced into his heart like a nail, and he was speechless in embarrassment.

"Here's the best red wine, I'll pour it for you." Suddenly, a wisp of pure and fragrant wine fragrance spreads, and the dark red wine glass sways in the light, which is poignantly beautiful.

Lu Feng raised the wine glass without a sound, the wine slid into his mouth coldly, but there was a warm feeling rising in his body, and a slight feeling of dizziness permeated his whole body, wine is really a good thing, sometimes, it can relax your nerves that are too tight.

It's no wonder that Momiji wanted to get drunk with him more than once, but in the end he still failed to fulfill her wish. Thinking of this, Lu Feng's mood dimmed again, and he sighed deeply, who will accompany me, drunk and dancing.

"After a while, the bride and groom will come to toast, and everyone should think about what questions to stump them, so that everyone here can get more small prizes."

Sister Zhao chuckled happily: "Why don't we test the groom and let him tell the bride's birthday." Aunt Hua, do you know Momiji's birthday? ”

Aunt Hua's gaze rolled back and forth over him, and after a while, she said meaningfully: "This Lu Feng knows, you can ask him!" Lu Feng's body trembled, and there was a moment of distraction in a trance, and he smiled bitterly.

Momiji: I won't forget your birthday: May 16, but please don't sell me.

Lu Feng: But I forgot your birthday?

Momiji: It's okay, forget it!

Lu Feng: Yes, you will be heartbroken, and I will be heartbroken too.

Momiji: What's the point of heartache!

Thinking of this, Lu Feng's heart was sour, in fact, why did I forget your birthday, the seventeenth day of the twelfth month of the lunar calendar.

At this time, another guest took a red date and put it on the table, clasped it tightly with the bowl with both hands, and said, "Why don't you let them guess what is in this bowl?" ”

"That's a clichΓ©." Some guests came out and objected: "Although there are auspicious greetings for the early birth of a noble son, the topic is too simple, and the newcomer basically guesses it, so he has to think of a difficult idea." ”

For a while, everyone came up with ideas, and they all expressed their opinions, Lu Feng looked at it indifferently, speechless for a long time. What is loneliness? Loneliness is when a large group of people are together, eating, drinking, laughing, and getting drunk together, but the language in their hearts can only be poured out to themselves.

Loneliness is the vast sea of people, you have experienced countless experiences, constantly searching, and even the latecomers have landed on the other side, but you have lost your way and are at a loss.

More than half of the wedding banquet has passed, and a couple has finally arrived. Lu Feng couldn't bear to look back, until Hongye stood beside him, and Ying Ying poured him a glass of wine with a smile.

Lu Feng showed a smile, stood up, raised his wine glass and said, "I wish you a happy wedding and happiness!" After speaking, he drank the wine in the glass in one gulp, hiding his complicated feelings.

On that moonlit night, on that noisy night, but he could still smell his own rapid breathing, he suddenly understood. It turns out that people don't grow old day by day, year by year. It was in the moment of lightning, when I was caught off guard, and I suddenly grew old.