Qinghua Mountain is not inferior to Qingcheng Mountain, the clouds rise from the peak, accompanied by the golden light road, the white clouds blow the mountain, the slender and straight green bamboo seems to never have half a dead leaf, do not distinguish the autumn and winter, do not know the age.

In the middle of the day, the sun was much dimmed by the mist of smoke.

This is the best place to watch the sunset, Feng Qianxin's spirit is better, she is not asleep, Qingyun hugged her tightly, but she can no longer feel it.

The two of them sat on the top of Qinghua Mountain, Qingyun's eyes were dead, and they kept falling on Feng Qianxin's body, trying to look at her, but her eyes were hollow like two pools of stagnant water.

"You see, on Qinghua Mountain, the fog is rising, and it is easy to reach the sky at this time."

Qingyun became chattering: "The sky must be full of immortals, pour your heart, if you are ...... If you see a fairy, tell him not to be so cruel to people's hearts in the future. ”

The person in her arms moved, and Qingyun's eyes lit up a little with her movements.

Feng Tianxin stretched out his finger and gestured at an unknown place.

"I can smell you. Qingyun. ”

Qingyun hugged her tightly all of a sudden, and her heartache was broken.

Feng Qianxin's hand was still gesturing hard, and Qingyun looked at her fingertips, remembering every word in her heart.

"God treats me well, at least, in the last days, there will be you."

Qingyun tugged at his lips and couldn't say a word.

Feng lowered his hand, leaned weakly in his arms, gasping slightly, and Tie Qing's face turned dead again.

Qingyun pressed against her cheek, believing that she could hear every word he said, and he said to her, "Pour your heart, you see, the sunset is coming soon." ”

Feng leaned quietly in his arms, his eyes fell on one place, and the corners of his mouth were slightly upturned, which was a satisfied smile.

Qingyun lowered her head to remove her hair that was brought up by the wind, stroked her emaciated face, and said, "Shall I tell you about it?" ”

Feng Tingxin was still smiling, and Qingyun scratched the tip of her nose, as if she was disgusted: "If you don't speak, I'll take you by default." ”

The torches burn out, the morning light appears, the sun rises and sets, and the sunset reflects the afterglow.

A pair of men and women who are dependent on each other are covered with a layer of pink by the sunset, and the backs of the two people are shining.

"Pour your heart, do you remember when I first saw you in the Xingjia compound?" Qingyun looked up at the sunset, recalled her appearance at that time, and couldn't help but hook the corners of her lips: "Your acting skills are so bad, your face was full of panic, fear and anger at that time, and pretending to be calm, I thought at the time, if I were close to you, would you show your true colors?" ”

"And that oath in the Twin Towns." Qingyun's eyes deepened, remembering that they knelt together on the bow of the boat, holding ten satin brocades in their hands and swearing to the sky, he smiled and said: "The ten satin brocades are bright red, and the wind blows on your body, at that time I was in a trance, and I was in a trance that you were wearing a big red wedding dress, waiting for me to marry you." ”

The person in her arms moved, and Qingyun was afraid that she would be tired, so she simply held her in her arms and snuggled up to him.

The clouds in the sky burned like fire, burning red for a long time, and the burgundy sun fell little by little to the earth, and every time it fell, it seemed to be a little more dead gloom.

Qingyun's heart also sank.

Feng's eyes became heavier and heavier, as if he was very tired, very tired.

His body began to tremble, and for the first time he felt so powerless, he could only call her name in her ear over and over again: "Pour your heart, pour your heart, pour your heart......"

Feng poured his heart as if he was sinking in a vast ocean, wandering like a fish, unable to hear, not see, and not feel.

Swim, swim, she seems to have no worries, no sorrows, but her heart is empty.

She seemed to have forgotten something.

Her brain was blank, she had no ability to think, and the sea flooded her mouth and nose and washed away her memories.

Then she smelled a faint breath, slightly cool, with a faint floral scent, surrounding her.

She suddenly remembered that this was Qingyun's breath.

Qingyun, I know it's you.

That's enough.

Death is not so terrible for me, I wanted you to live more comfortably in the years to come, so I quietly hid and waited for death alone.

But you and I are destined to be entangled, and we will never die.

Feng poured her heart slightly satisfied, and felt that many days had been wasted in her life, but the happiest moment was every time she met him, whether it was the pain, sorrow, joy, joy, and joy he gave her, all the sweetness in this world was in his eyebrows every time he looked at her, and the paleness of her life was full from then on.

Even if she dies the next moment, she feels that this life is enough.

Feng leaned in Qingyun's arms and hooked the corners of his lips, and his face was like a spring breeze, light and shallow, gentle as water, but like a plum blossom slowly blooming in the breeze and cold moon, immortal.

Qingyun looked at her eyes as if she had a look, raised her head and glanced at him, this glance, into his eyes.

The wind blew the clouds and mist on the mountain here, and wisps of mist rose like light smoke, ethereal, as if placing people in the fairyland of Yaochi, looking up at the phantom in the mirror.

Qingyun saw her smiling at him in a trance, so beautiful, so soft, and then the mist enveloped her smile in a hazy way, he became anxious, and reached out to disperse all the mist on her body.

The fog gradually dissipated, and Qingyun's eyes closed as he looked at Feng.

Seems to be asleep.

There was still a smile on his face, a smile of satisfaction.

The tears in her eyes seemed to be unable to bear it any longer, squeezing out of her eyes drop by drop and falling on her face, so hot and hot.

It's just that Qingyun's face has no expression.

He just hugged her like that, quietly holding her.

It's been silent for a long time.

The sun had set, and the dead darkness had taken over the world.

Since then, there has been no color in his eyes.

The clouds cover the fog, and the stars shine.

The song in the sky seemed to be faint, graceful and soft, like listening to the sounds of heaven, among which there seemed to be a woman's clear laughter, like the wind blowing a silver bell, ringing in his ears, Qingyun looked up with a glimmer of hope.

After all, there was no one.

"Pour in," he finally spoke again, "I won't give up on you again." ”

He said, "In this life, I have let you go so many times. Not again. ”

Feng was lying quietly in his arms, very well-behaved, listening to his promise to her.

He laughed, his eyes were full of sadness, he didn't understand before, how could a person's life have such a complicated look, but now he understands.

He said: "In my life, I have only loved one person with all my heart. ”

"He thinks that this relationship may be so insignificant to him, so he doesn't admit it, and the man named Qingyun doesn't admit it, thinking that the other party can die, but he can't love."

"But, I love it." His eyes like black jade rolled and he looked down at the woman sleeping peacefully in his arms, put his hand on her face, and then tears fell: "I know now that I love you more than I imagined." Until this moment, I didn't know what it was, and it hurt my heart. ”

Qingyun slowly stood up, carried her on his back, and walked down the mountain little by little.

The person on his back was very light, but he felt very heavy, and his five organs were tumbling, and finally, he staggered, leaned over and knelt on the ground, and a sweet mouthful of blood spurted from his throat.

Feng tilted his heart from his body, Qingyun looked at the woman lying beside him, buried his head deeply, and finally couldn't help it, crying like a child......

When people are at their saddest, what else can they do but cry.

is like Qingyun, who can only cry while holding Feng's corpse.

"Pour your heart, pour your heart, what should I do, what should I do, in this life, in the next life, I can't find you......"

His voice was choked with crying:

"Eternal love is not possible, pour my heart, now, I have tasted this taste, this is the cruelest punishment in this world, my heart, so painful, so painful......"

It may have hurt too much, and he trembled and reached out to pull at the corner of her clothes.

"Pour my heart," he said in a hoarse voice, "I want to tell you how much I love you, but in the end, I will never have this opportunity, no ......."

The blue sky is dark, the white clouds are like the sea, and everything in the world seems to be connected with the darkness.

Qingyun's clothes blended with the night, and even if there was no light, his eyes still burned.

"Pour your heart, the yellow spring is blue, but on the bridge, there is no you, thousands of years, I will be reincarnated for thousands of years, and I will not be with you."

When Chen Zixi found him, he sat on the ground all night holding Feng's corpse.

The dew wet the hem of his clothes, and his hair was covered with tears, which were all the same.

Chen Zixi squatted on the ground and looked at him, his eyes were full of sadness: "Son, let's go." ”

Qingyun lowered his eyes, his expression was indifferent, and he didn't hear his words.

Chen Zixi became anxious: "I knew that there would be such a day, Childe, fatalistic return, you can't avoid it." ”

Qingyun hugged Feng Qianxin tightly, but still didn't speak.

"After a while, the sun will rise, Childe, Miss Feng's body can't be exposed to the sun." Chen Zixi revealed his weakness.

Qingyun's eyes moved, looking at the gradually rising sunlight, he took her in his arms, stood up Chen Zixi wanted to help him, but his body was weak and he fell down again.

Qingyun carried Feng Qian on his back, stood up again and walked down the mountain.

Chen Zixi looked at his back, and couldn't help but sigh for the two of them.

"Chen Zixi."

Qingyun suddenly stopped and turned back to Chen Zixi.

"What do you command?"

"Finally, you're doing something for me."

Qingyun tilted his head to look at the wind who was sleeping very deeply, and his eyes unconsciously became gentle.

Chen Zixi leaned over and arched his hand: "Childe, just give orders." ”

Qingyun smiled, leaned over and whispered a few words in his ear, and then left Qinghua Mountain with Feng on his back

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Chen Zixi's body trembled, looking at the two people who were entangled, tears blurred his vision.