After dinner, I left Yanghu Pavilion.

The green hill at night is very beautiful, and occasionally a few glowing fireflies hover in front of me, but I just don't see it.

"Jihime, you're here, right? ”

I sat on the bluestone by the stream, shaking my feet and talking casually.

What replied to me was a lonely and silent night.

"I'm sorry. ”

I lowered my head and pursed my lips, staring at my tiptoes in a daze.

"You don't know yet, you're going to teach me spells. ”

I tilted my head and muttered.

On the side of his ear, there was a slight inhalation sound.

I looked sideways, and Jihime was standing under a big tree not far away, holding an umbrella, with an unclear expression.

I pursed my lips and tucked my cane into my sleeve according to the method I had been teaching.

"Zhang Jiao, today's prince. ”

Zhiji's thin lips opened slightly, and her eyes were dull.

I lowered my head and laughed.

It seems that he listened to every word I had with Su Ji today.

"Why have you been there?"

I took the fan and shook it gently.

"Where the fan is, I'm there. ”

Ji Ji walked out of the dark silhouette, the moon was bright and clear on his straight back, his expression was not very clear under the umbrella, and his red lips were very seductive.

I nodded suddenly, he seemed to have said that he had sealed him in this fan, presumably, he couldn't move too far away from the fan.

It was a moment of silence.

The moon overhead was round, the dark blue sky wrapped the clouds and the earth, and only the stream beneath his feet showed vitality, no wind, but not sultry.

In the middle of the fireflies, I stood on the left side of the stream, and Jihime stood on the right, his ink-colored robe and my pure white skirt dark and bright.

Jihime represents the darkness I've never seen before.

And I can only play the same light as I dreamed of.

The light of all righteous beings.

I don't want to be a bad person, and after punishing evil and promoting good for a long time, I will be tired and tired.

"You're a lot like him. ”

Jihime sighed, her lips clear.

"Sleepy?"

I fiddled with the glowing koi in the creek and looked up at Jihime.

"Nope. Jihime moved her eyes into the distance, "Like my apprentice." ”

"Where?"

I stood up and looked at him.

"Strong, clear. ”

Jihime looked at me as if she was looking at another person through me.

He smiled beautifully, with a mixture of bitterness in his good-lookingness.

"Where is he now?"

I asked.

Jihime was stunned, and her hand holding the paper umbrella tightened.

"The capital. ”

Jihime smiled and lowered her head.

"If you have time, you can take him to Qingqiu. ”

I smiled, lifted the hem of my skirt, and walked over to Jihime's side.

His thin back was straight, and he looked a little lonely.

"He's afraid he won't be able to come. ”

Jihime lowered her head and said softly.

"It's not too early, you should go back and rest early. ”

I was about to say something more, but was interrupted by Jihime.

His figure faded away, so quiet that only the sound of the stream could be heard.

I returned to Yunmengze with a deep foot and a shallow foot.

That's the name I gave to the cabin.

After lighting the candles, I remembered what I had said to me in the Yanghu Pavilion, and looked carefully at the bamboo slips with the spells written.

The cool wind blew me and I was tired.

I had a dream.

In my dream, I seemed to be five, seven, or eight years old.

In a peach blossom forest, I walked unsteadily and shouted inarticulately.

And on the other side of the peach forest, a figure dressed in white was hazy.

Say.

Long-awaited.

Come here.