"Love."

Feng was stunned, it was Qingyun's voice, his voice was low and almost inaudible, and little by little he narrated the grief of a different world.

Feng Qianxin slowly looked back, met Qingyun's eyebrows, struggled to stand up, Qingyun reached out to help her, but was avoided by Feng Qianxin.

His arm froze there, he lowered his head and slowly withdrew his hand, sighing faintly, and there was a bitterness in his tone: "Pour your heart." ”

Raised his eyes to look at him, his face was full of natural expression, and he also had a shallow smile.

"Qingyun, let's go too."

"Okay."

In the same way, from Hua Yan and Ling Feng's mouth, it is so affectionate and sweet, but from their mouths, there is always a trace of death.

The two of them were speechless all the way, the mist in the mountains and forests rose, the sound of the waterfall murmuring came back and floated, and the slightest mist swirled around the depths of the mountains and forests around the two of them, like a dream-like illusion of Wang Muzhi's painting.

Feng Qianxin walked in front, he stared at her back, and there was gradually a thick water vapor in his eyes.

Qingyun stretched out his palm, Qingsi brushed his palm, he suddenly paused, grabbed her sleeve, and said, "We...... Stay here for a while. ”

Feng was stunned, and slowly turned around under his pull, and saw that his eyes contained a hazy mist, but his lips were red and his teeth were white, which was really ...... It's beautiful.

"Okay."

Feng Tianxin could never refuse him.

He found a tall tree, picked up some hay, threw off the tail of his robe and sat on the ground, beckoned to her with slightly bent eyebrows and eyes, and said, "Pour your heart, come and sit." ”

Feng poured into the smoke above his head, as if he had come to life, floating up and scattering.

Feng leaned into the heart wall to endure the pain in her heart, walked to him and sat down, her eyes were hazy, her eyes were already crystalline, her throat was blocked and suffocated, she swallowed hard, still uncomfortable.

Qingyun held her in his arms, kissed her hair lightly, the wind came slowly, brushing the hair on her sideburns, he raised his hand to sweep the black green silk behind his ears, and his slender fingers covered her cheeks.

"Pour in, I lost."

Feng was stunned, didn't raise his eyes, pursed his lips, chuckled and changed the conversation, and said, "Qingyun, it's quiet here, you see that the sky is about to get dark." ”

Feng leaned his face and looked at the sky above his head, the sunset was gradually dimmed, and the pink began to darken, but it was still crystal clear, and it looked so low, as if he could touch it with his hand.

"Qingyun, some people say that when someone dies, blood will turn into sunset, and the last splendor of life will be shown to the person you love the most."

The sunset gradually sank, the afterglow of blood sprinkled all over the mountains and forests, and even the mist became ruddy, Qingyun looked down at her side face, affectionate, the wind blew the corners of her and his clothes, and slowly melted into the end of the pink sunset.

"The sunset is very beautiful, more beautiful than blood, I love it, will we watch the sunset together next time?"

After a long time, Feng Qianxin didn't speak, she lowered her eyes, quiet as a dead thing, for a moment, Qingyun thought she was asleep, and it took a long time before she slowly spoke: "Qingyun, let's separate." ”

The sky seemed to have darkened all of a sudden, the glow was gone, the light was gone, it was terrible, the night was as black as ink, and even the moon was gone.

Qingyun's body trembled, and he said, "I'm willing to accompany you......"

"But I don't want to ......"

Feng poured his eyes lightly, his expression was light, and he said: "Qingyun, I'm tired, I want to find a place to live for myself for two years, I'm a woman after all, I will always be a man, maybe I will come to you in two years." ”

"In two years......" Qingyun closed his eyes, and there was no joy or sorrow on his extremely pale face, and no one knew what he was feeling in his heart at this time.

For a long time, he tightly pursed the corners of his mouth into a thin line of the day, and he said, "Okay." ”

Feng leaned and smiled, arched in his arms, and pressed against his chest to feel very warm, and unconsciously, she gradually closed her eyes.

Qingyun's eyes kept falling on her, and she didn't know whether it was pain or pain stuck to the bottom of her eyes.

In his life, he has always been so arrogant, and what he wants must be taken, even if he will do whatever he can, but in the end he bent his waist at her.

Do you regret it?

Qingyun kept asking himself at this time, now, when he came to such a situation, did he regret it?

Yes, he regretted it.

The black clouds in the sky gradually dispersed, and a touch of white slowly rose from the sky, and the green clouds did not sleep all night.

When Feng Qianxin opened his eyes, he could hardly believe that the haggard man in front of him could be Qingyun who had been indifferent like mist.

Qingyun smiled at her, pulled her cheeks through her hair, and sighed softly: "It seems that the dawn is very early today, but there may be sunset tonight." ”

Feng poured out his heart throbbed, lowered his eyes, and did not answer.

The way down the hill seems to be particularly easy to walk.

Walking to the end of the mountain forest, the two of them came out of the fog, and even their eyebrows and eyes became more and more distinct.

Qingyun walked to Feng Qianxin and lowered his back slightly with his back to her, his eyes were black and full of pain, of course, Feng Qianxin couldn't see it, he said softly: "The beginning of the road is that you carry me, and the end of the road, it's up to me to carry you." ”

Feng leaned and looked at his stable wide back, his eyebrows and eyes drooped low, Qingyun saw her hesitate, and smiled very lowly: "Just let me feel at ease." ”

His words made Feng pour her lips, and slowly she lay on his back, Qingyun hooked her legs, straightened up and put her on her back.

Feng's tears slipped down like that, and the warmth that came to her face made her want to hate with nostalgia.

He stood on the cliff, the wind blowing his green clothes hunting, and Feng leaned to hide behind him, not feeling a trace of cold.

Looking at the bottomless cliff, he sighed lowly, bent his legs and jumped towards the Baizhang cliff.

Feng Tingxin felt the wind in his ears on his face, and on his hair, he simply closed his eyes, feeling that Qingyun's toes were constantly stepping on the stone wall, using his strength to disperse the impact of the fall.

After a while, Feng Tingxin felt him step on a branch, his body kept spinning, and finally fell to the ground lightly.

Feng Qianxin didn't open his eyes and smelled the scorching smell of the wolf corpse.

It's only been a few days, and it's like a world away.

"Let me go." Feng Tianxin struggled for a while, Qingyun didn't let go, he tilted his head and said, "I haven't gone down the mountain yet." ”

Feng Tianxin stopped struggling, and let him carry her on his back and walk down the Thorn Mountain.

Feng Tingxin also laughed at herself, and hugged him even tighter, if the hug between them was only separated by a layer of barbed thorns, then she was not afraid of pain, and would hold him tightly and hard forever, even if the thorns full of barbs pierced her flesh and cut her skin, she was not afraid.

But now there is a gap between life and death, which can never be crossed.

The tall trees in the mountains were dense, obscuring the sun in the sky, and the light of the sky not far away was getting closer and closer to them.

Qingyun walked very slowly, one step, one step at a time, Feng Qian knew what that light meant to her.

That's goodbye.

A person suddenly appeared beside him, Qingyun raised his eyes to look at him, but saw the man put away his arrows and scratched his head at them and smirked, "You have come back from the immortals." ”

The tone is firm, as if there is really a bodhisattva who saves suffering.

Qingyun lightly bowed his head in response.

"I just said, there are gods on the mountain." The hunter laughed loudly, suddenly narrowed his pupils and looked at the two, and asked curiously, "But what you want has come true?" ”

"All wishes come true?" Qingyun frowned and muttered this sentence, as if he didn't understand the meaning of these four words.

"All wishes have come true." Feng Qianxin jumped off Qingyun's back, bowed goodbye to the hunter, and said, "Farewell." ”

After that, he took the lead in raising his legs and leaving, Qingyun suddenly sobered up, and also raised his legs to chase after him.

The hunter looked at the two cyan figures, scratched his head in puzzlement, and said to himself suspiciously: "Why are you so sad." ”

The sunlight above her head was warmly mottled on the two of them, and Feng Qianxin couldn't help but squint her eyes and stretched out her hand to cover the scorching sun.

There is a horse at the foot of Mount Thorns.

Feng Qian recognized that this was left by the coachman's brother.

He must have thought they would go together.

It's a pity that creation makes people, but they go in different ways.

"The horse is left to you."

"The horse is left to you."

The two of them spoke at the same time, and they were stunned at the same time.

An indescribable sadness surged beside her, but Feng Tianxin was the first to come back to her senses, she said: "You have just recovered from a serious illness, and this horse should be left to you." ”

Qingyun raised his eyes to look at her, the corners of his lips trembled slightly, and it took a long time before he said: "I'm a man, I don't pay so much attention, you get on the horse, I'll watch you go." ”

Feng tilted her heart and body trembled, her lips pursed tightly, she shook her head and said, "I can keep the horse, but you go first." ”

The hands in Qingyun's sleeves were clenched, even his knuckles were white, and he didn't speak, and the surroundings suddenly fell silent.

Feng Qianxin glanced up at him, but saw that he was staring at him, with a heartbroken look flashing in his eyes, and a sad and slightly desperate gaze, which made Feng Tianxin feel slightly startled.

"Let's go."

He made concessions.

"Okay."

Feng leaned into his lips and smiled lightly, and Qingyun stared deeply at her smile.

Her eyes were watery, her eyes were full of affection, and her eyes were moist, just like back then, but she didn't want him to see the slightest sadness of parting in her eyes.

Turning around, Feng leaned and pulled the rope tied to the tree, the horse broke off the restraints and kept raising its hooves, she turned over and looked down at Qingyun, who was also looking at her.

"Let's go."

Qingyun's footsteps moved in the other direction, his eyes fell on her face, and he said softly, "Let's go together." ”

The two looked at each other for a long time, and then closed their eyes together, Feng poured his heart and raised his horsewhip and shouted: "Drive!" ”

The wind hit her face, it hurt a little, Feng Qian only felt that her eyes were blurry, her cheeks were cold, the horses walked ruthlessly, and she ran happily, as if every step was on the tip of her heart, and it hurt more than gouging it out.

"Phew!" Feng Tianxin suddenly tightened the reins, and couldn't help but look back, but saw Qingyun, who had walked not far away, was also looking back at her at this time.