Dream Clan, Star Palace.

The cyan porcelain cup is printed with ink-colored bamboo patterns, which seems to be finely drawn with ink on the tip of the pen. The hand under the robe waved his sleeve, the light white petals were swept by the wind, the fingertips were in the air, and the golden flames ignited in the air.

Xingxiao, who had just woken up, walked down the wooden ladder, looked around for a moment, and asked, "Brother, didn't the seniors come?" ”

"The ancestors of the sacrifice have gone to the border land, and by the way, I will pick a few herbs." The cool breeze outside the window blows the long ink-colored hair of the polar feathers, and the stretched eyebrows and eyes paint a touch of soft warmth. Pick up the teapot and pour the water of the spring with just the right temperature into the cup, raise your hand to pick up a bamboo leaf, gently hold the palm, the spiritual power flows, and the fingertips fall like a dark green glow like a deep forest fire, which is smeared with a light elegance in the water.

The pupils of the stars slowly deepened, "Boundary, the ...... of the snow polar region"

Suddenly realizing something, Xiao Yu put down the teapot and called softly, "Xiao Xiao, do me a favor." ”

Xingxiao raised his eyes, "Is there any change in the stars?" ”

"No, the trajectory of the stars is normal." Turning his head sideways, outside the hollow wooden window with delicate carvings, the misty sky is like an ink scene that has not yet been rendered, and a light thousand-feathered bird is swept by.

"Xiao Xiao, help me bring this cup of tea to Bai Chen, he has long forgotten about this dark bamboo dyeing. The old years of the tea piano, counting carefully, have been separated for a long time. ”

It seems that who summoned a breeze, blowing away the fragrance of the window, blowing away the light powder of the old years, blowing the ancient pavilions and buildings into a fog, but in exchange for the dusty years, in the wind and frost of the past through the ages, a song of Xun sound was ethereal.

Like a year of flowing water, the floating life does not stop.

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The smoke and rain of the Dream Clan are like the wind, but it brings an inexplicable sadness.

The ten-mile promenade, the dark brown sandalwood stretches in twists and turns, and it is submerged into a large area of dense forest scenery that sways gently in the wind. A drizzle of smoke drifted from the dark sky, lingering for ten miles, and a few drops of dark green fell on the ground, dyeing a shade of ancient times. Transparent wind chimes are hung under the eaves of the corridor, and the old memories in the old dreams are softly sounded. The mist outside the pavilion is like thin smoke, and the raindrops are like silk threads entangled, cut continuously, and they can't be sorted out.

A birdsong pierced the silence, but there was no longer a long sound of the past. A thousand birds gathered their wings and landed on the wooden railing of the promenade, the pure white wings that were not stained with mortal dust, a few points of black between the tail seemed to be stained with thick ink, and the elegance of the ethereal emanation was like a fairy.

Bai Chen, who was sitting against the wooden fence in front of him, his white robe fell extremely, his neat broken hair on his forehead covered his soft eyebrows, his face was not very handsome, but his shallow smile was as warm as the light sun breeze. He closed the yellowed book in his hand, looked at the dexterous Thousand Feather Bird, and slowly spoke: "Thousand Feathers, what have you been waiting for?" That Xun, I have given it to him on the eve of the deep mortal world, this ten-mile Xun sound will not sound in the dream clan. ”

In the mist of smoke and rain, a petite figure holding an umbrella walked into a green shade, and a slightly childish timbre mixed with the sound of rain sounded: "Brother Baichen." ”

Bai Chen laughed in response, although it was a slight chill in early winter, the curvature of the corners of his lips was as soft as the warm sun in early spring, "Xiaoxiao, I haven't seen you for a long time, you have grown a lot taller." ”

The six-pointed star pattern under the collarbone emits a slight glow, and when the star raises his hand, the umbrella turns into a fire-like blue light point that converges into the palm of his hand, turning into a string of starry sky pendants. The fingertips drew a circle in the air, and on the wooden fence next to Bai Chen, a few bamboo leaves crossed it, and when a piece of dark green dispersed, a cyan porcelain cup appeared on the wooden fence, and the elegant fragrance came to the face.

"Brother asked me to bring it to you." Xingxiao sat on the wooden fence with his hands propped up, his feet swaying back and forth, "The tea made by my brother is incomparable to even the people who specialize in making tea in the Dream Clan." ”

Bai Chen looked at the porcelain cup with ink bamboo imprints in front of him, the old past passed in his mind, so he picked up the teacup, took a sip, the indifferent fragrance of the falling flowers was oozing with shallow bitterness, and the water of the clear spring was integrated into the fine leaves of the bamboo, adding a faint fragrance of falling flowers, which was like a butterfly of old memories that inhabited the bottom of his heart in the year of flowing water.

"This dark bamboo dye, only the king can mix it." Bai Chen smiled, "Actually, Xiao Yu, he is not suitable to be the king of the Dream Clan who overrides the starry sky to see the separation of the mortal world, he should be like me, listening to the wind and drizzle in the ten-mile corridor, calling a thousand birds, drinking tea and playing the piano to weave slow time, instead of compiling one dream after another." ”

Xingxiao was silent, stroking the quiet thousand-feathered bird beside him. After a while, she turned her head to look at Bai Chen, a pair of eyes that seemed to be reflected in the quiet stars in the sky flashed like lights and shadows at night, "Brother Bai Chen, Sister Qianluo is going to the mortal world, you ...... You know what? ”

The hand holding the teacup stayed in the air for a moment, Bai Chen nodded, but the smile on his lips faded little by little, like the shallow sun sprinkled in the forest slowly converged into a bright golden halo, and the layers of warmth in the air dissipated, leaving traces of frost not coming when entering the winter.

Xingxiao realized the subtle changes in the air, and immediately jumped down from the wooden fence and threw himself into Bai Chen's arms, pretending to complain and shouting: "Brother Bai Chen, you laugh quickly, I want to see the smile that many people of the Dream Clan are obsessed with, can I laugh a little......

With a slight hook of his fingertips, the ornament on Bai Chen's waist fell inadvertently, and Xingxiao picked it up curiously, and stopped playing.

This ornament is a piece of the tail feathers of a thousand feathers, clean and flawless white, the tail is stained with thick ink such as the tip of a pen, exuding the unique tranquility and elegance of a thousand feather birds, and it is like the letterhead of the old books written in the passing years. Under the tail feathers, glass-like delicate flowers are dotted with several spirit stones that are as clear as water, and light blue tassels are elegantly falling. Although it is a woman's ornament, it hangs the whole memory on Bai Chen's waist.

Xingxiao raised her head, Bai Chen rubbed her and her brother's same thick ink-like hair, the softness of the corners of her eyes fell on the lips of the doting smile, took the ornament in Xingxiao's hand, and said softly: "Xiaoxiao, don't make trouble." ”

Xingxiao stared at him for a long time, and his eyes were as deep and silent as a galaxy but bright as starlight lowered slightly, "Brother Bai Chen, can you accept Sister Qianluo, or is it because of ...... Lan Xi? ”

Bai Chen looked at the ornament in his hand, and the shallow warmth in his pupils, like the warm sun in the forest, seemed to be shattered, melting into a quiet and soft color like a dusk and sunset, like a butterfly of old memories flashing its wings in the depths of his heart, rolling up a gust of wind and frost that had passed through the years, blurring his eyes.

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Lan Xi, this girl who is as light as a butterfly, I have always felt that she is not like a person of the Dream Clan, and the disturbances and deaths of the Dream Clan have nothing to do with her, she is like a mortal girl, bright and happy.

She was just a very ordinary girl from the Dream Clan, but she had wove me a dream full of flowers and rain, so that I could never wake up after entering.

Since I was a child, I had a contract with a girl named Qianluo, and after a long time, the two got married. And Lan Xi's name has already been engraved on my heart, and I have also had a dispute with my family, but I can't break the contract.

I know that in my heart, there is already a person's name, engraved for it, and sunk for it.

However, the covenant is like a tangled brocade thread, connecting me with the trajectory of the stars, and like the smoke and rain of the dream clan, it cannot cut the grievances and grievances, and it is impossible to sort out the troubles.

We are all on the same track, but we have given someone else the place that should belong to each other.

This is an ornament made by removing the tail feathers of a thousand birds, and I would like to pour all my love into it, even if it is just a dream of light pink in the sky, and I do not want to wake up.

But, Lan Xi, she wouldn't know.

Because she's gone.

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Time will really dilute everything.

With the poignant face of the ancient times, in the change of years, it is like a fine painting with a brush, and it is as beautiful as a person in a painting.

And she is similar to Lan Xi, except that when she smiles lightly, she looks as light as a butterfly and wears a long flowing dress.

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