Thoughts paint the most beautiful picture in the world

Wait for a thousand years and wait for a sentence to say do you love me

Don't say we missed the most beautiful years

The sound of the piano drifted down again

Envy a pair of childhood sweethearts......

The flute sound is quiet, and although the singing voice is slightly hoarse, it has its own charm.

After singing the song, Long Siye's eyes lit up slightly, and he raised his hand to hold her hand: "Xijiu, what I have been looking for is you, not a lie, we will not miss the most beautiful Shaohua ......"

Gu Xijiu smiled lightly, and finally took the initiative to lean his head on his shoulder: "Fool! ”

Although her love with him is not a childhood sweetheart, it is also a trickle.

Even if she can't hold a wedding, she just needs to stay with him, so why care about that false ceremony?

She closed her eyes, and a voice seemed to sound in her ears: "Xiao Xijiu, you are in love with me......"

My heart is like being pricked by something!

At that time, she was very calm, but her heart still beat wildly.

Of course, it was only a few clicks, because she knew he wasn't serious.

Even if he was serious? She didn't want to be his cinnabar mole or his white moonshine......

There are three thousand weak waters, and she only takes one scoop to drink.

She'd found her scoop now, and the rest, just throw it away......

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On a big tree not far from here, Emperor Fuyi sat on a red maple tree, looking down at the pair of people who were leaning on each other not far away, listening to her singing.

Her singing voice is good, but there is still a little flaw in the eyes of the emperor who pursues perfection.

I remember that when she sang to him, he found a lot of fault with her and poured her a lot of medicine......

Now that she is injured after all, her voice is even worse, a little hoarse, a little out of breath, and some words are not clear......

He could find more fault with her, but she didn't sing to him, she sang to Ryujiye.

She has always liked Ryujiye, she liked it in her previous life, and she can't forget it in this life, and now she finally got what she wanted? Is it? Is it?

Emperor Fuyi didn't know where to take out a small wine jug, holding a cup in his left hand and a jug in his right hand, and drank cup after cup.

The wind lifted the corners of his robe, and his black hair, which covered his eyes, and he lifted it away.

He knew he should go down and separate them, and he should question Ryujiya for his untrustworthiness......

But he didn't want to go down, he didn't want her to hate him anymore......

Everything he's done lately seems to be hated by her......

He has done a lot of hateful things in his life, and he doesn't know how many people hate him behind his back and grit their teeth, and there are countless villains who pierce him, and he doesn't take it to heart.

What if the world is blasphemed?

His identity is there, his responsibility is there, as long as the ultimate goal is right, he is not afraid to use any means, and he is not afraid of becoming the finger of a thousand people-

So he never looks at people's faces when he does things, as long as it is what should be done, he will do it immediately, and he will never hesitate.

But now he knew what to do, but he hesitated and couldn't bear it......

The two men finally got up and left, walking away together.

The back is beautiful but dazzling, and gradually disappears into the distance.

Emperor Fuyi didn't get up, but just poured himself another sip of wine, but he choked on the wine and coughed.

After a while, the cough stopped, and I felt that there was some blood in my mouth, and I wiped it casually, and there was a bright red scarlet on the snow-white handkerchief.

He frowned slightly, wanting to melt the veil away, but as soon as he exercised, he felt that the veins in his whole body were about to break......