The moonlight is thousands of miles, the blue waves are rippling, the clothes are fragrant and the sideburns are flowing, and hundreds of water lanterns are fluttering slowly.

I remember when I was a child, every solar term, my parents would prepare Krathong with blessings written on it, and sincerely pray for peace and happiness.

Ping Yan looked at a lake of lotus lanterns, and seemed to have returned to her childhood, her parents were alive, and the years were still safe. She crouched down, her fingers fiddling with the water, and a lantern swung with her. She picked it up and looked at it in her hand as if it were a treasure.

"I didn't see last year's people, and my tears wet the sleeves of my shirt." She murmured, looking at the line of small words on the lotus petal, and couldn't help but feel sad from her heart and pain from her bone marrow.

Dong Changlin quietly looked at Ping Yan's side face, she lowered her head slightly, her arc was soft, and the red candle flame in the wick danced on her face, like flying butterfly wings. And the moonlight is like water, just like it was back then.

"This poem makes people sad to watch." Ping Yan said.

Dong Changlin fished out another water lantern by the lake and pointed it to Ping Yan, "This is a thousand miles of Gongchanjuan." No matter if it is thousands of miles away or thousands of miles, as long as you keep it in your heart, it is complete, and there is nothing to be sad about. ”

But you forget, the previous sentence is to wish people a long time. In such troubled times, there can be a few years of peace and hope, and how many people can last a long time. Ping Yan smiled softly, her eyes seemed to be soaked in frost, carrying a long cold loneliness.

"I will be to you for a long time, the mountains will not wither, and the stones will not rot." Out of an instinct, he longs for Pingyan, like a longing for medicine, a medicine that can make people fascinated and forget about the world.

He was afraid that she would say goodbye without saying goodbye, and he was even more afraid that she would remember everything back then, Xu Fu was destroyed, and his parents died tragically, and all of this was blamed on him.

From the moment he met her, he was at both ends of hell and heaven, living worse than death in the torment of the past, and stealing his life in the luck of reunion.

Ping Yan smiled, she couldn't see any emotion, she didn't seem to hear his confession, or didn't care at all, she just squatted down, carefully put the water lantern in her hand into the lake, closed her eyes, folded her hands, like a solemn and pious believer in the temple, and silently made a wish.

Before she could straighten up, she felt a hand behind her back push violently, and before she could react, her body was planted to the side, and with the sound of a splash, she fell directly into the water.

The movement attracted the attention of the surrounding area, and countless faces with different expressions looked here. Dong Changlin glanced at Lin Lixue, the culprit with a smile on his face, and couldn't help but be angry. He clenched his fists and scrambled to jump into the lake. The inkstone dragged him to the side and didn't let go, and repeatedly admonished and cried.

At this moment, there was another loud sound of falling water, and everyone looked at each other, but before they could react, the person's body was already like a swimming fish, and he was agile and vigorous and plunged into the water.

Ping Yan is not accustomed to water, in the depths of the water where she can't see her fingers, like a stone, calm, calm...... It's like an endless abyss. At first, she struggled a few times, but the senseless struggle undoubtedly made her choke a few more mouthfuls of water, she stood alone in this world, humiliated, persecuted, abandoned, born or dead, probably no one felt sorry for her. She remembered the poem on the Krathong, and when she didn't see last year, her tears wet the sleeves of her shirt. It is calculated that her parents and younger brother have been dead for a long time, and this old hatred has been turned into a new hatred every year, accumulating constantly, so that she remembers it all the time. But now, she is going to die, and she will turn into a ghost, and the ferry boat of Huangquan can't carry the hatred that she melts into her flesh and soul.

Dead, dead......

She closed her eyes heavily, waiting for the last moment of calm and unwillingness before death, the undercurrent surged, and her waist seemed to be tightly gripped, like a duckweed with broken roots, being wrapped and floating upstream.

Is this the hand of the Grim Reaper?

She tried her best to open her eyes, to see the appearance of death, but she didn't know if she had opened them, and it was still dark in front of her, but she vaguely felt that something soft and warm seemed to be attached to her cold lips, and there was a March wind with a hundred flowers pouring into her mouth. This feeling is like a thick and continuous cloud falling from the nine heavens, supporting himself who is about to become an immortal, swimming in the quiet and boundless seabed, and there is no mortal dust everywhere.