"Okay."

He raised his lips, forcibly endured the complicated emotions in his heart, and said with a smile: "When the senior brother comes back, the senior brother will take you to see it at that time." ”

The afterglow of the setting sun fell obliquely, falling into the warm eyes of the end, stirring up deep waves, and he tried his best to hide it, the smile on the corner of his mouth was bitter and complicated.

Before dawn, he came to the side of the bed, stretched out his hand and gently picked up the plain curtain, and gently touched the delicate face that was sleeping.

His eyebrows trembled, his breathing was slow, and the tear moles under his eyelids were lightly embellished, as if they were inadvertently ink, dyed with the taste of the world, and elegant and noble, showing the unparalleled style and bones.

The eyes of the end are always fixed on the face of the end of the water, the eyes are shining with fine crystals, with a little bit of water, like the waves slowly brewing in the calm waters, magnificent and forbearing, gathering all emotions, with deep bitterness.

After a moment, Wan Ya leaned over slightly, and her soft lips gently pressed against her white forehead.

His fingertips trembled, and after a while, he stood up, tucked the quilt for Duan Ling with a gentle movement, straightened the bed curtain, turned around, and inadvertently swept over the paper kite on the table, and his eyes trembled fiercely at that moment.

The paper kite is well preserved, and the willow tree on it still dances its soft branches, with a soft and graceful beauty.

When he came to the table, he stretched out his hand and gently stroked the willow, his face was complicated, and the smile on the corner of his mouth was deeply bitter.

I still remember that back then, he painted this willow for her and gave it to her with his own hands.

She smiled and took it, smiling like a flower, bright as a bright sun.

And now, he's leaving.

The return date is not yet known.

It is also unknown whether there is him in the world or not.

His hands slowly tightened, and he tried his best to calm his emotions, took a deep breath, turned his head again, looked at the sleeping Ling Ling through the plain bed curtain, raised his lips, and smiled slightly.

No longer hesitated, he flicked his sleeves lightly, turned around and left, dressed in white with clear light.

The paper kite is dripping with ink, the willow branches are slicing in a gentle arc, and the shape of the wind is faintly visible.

When Duan Ling woke up, there was no end in the division.

Standing outside the room, he pursed his thin lips in light color, barely pulled out a smile, endured the sourness in his heart, and muttered in a low voice.

"Senior brother, Ling'er is waiting for you here."

The clear breeze blew, blowing up the smooth green silk, and the jade flute in his hand was shining with jade-colored light, and the pearl and jade were ringing.

Duan Ling is still cultivating as usual, and often thinks of the time spent with Duan Ya, and his heart will be as warm as ever.

The days of waiting are always so long, the long sword in his hand is getting sharper and sharper, and he is getting calmer and calmer when he encounters any situation when he goes out to practice.

Duan Ling often stood in the courtyard where she and Duan Ya once lived, looking at the evening dew flower tree planted by Duan Ya herself, and the white jade flute played song after song.

However, a year later, there was no return, not even a little news.

Nothing.

After passing the final assessment, before I knew it, I was at the age of leaving the school.

But he still hasn't returned.

After waiting for a long time, she received news from the elders that the palace was in great trouble, and she had to go back and preside over the overall situation.

That night, holding the long sword, she stood all night outside the room where she had been, the cold dew staining the white skirt, and the night wind blew her fingertips cold.

At dawn, he moved his stiff body, turned away, and lifted his feet away

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Open, gently flick the sleeves, without the slightest hesitation.

The hand holding the long sword slowly tightened, and the joints of the bones were flushed with a white color, and they couldn't stop trembling.

Ling bit her lower lip tightly, blinking her eyes constantly, suppressing the heavy bitterness, her eyes were slightly red, and her eyebrows were moist.

It seems that this star is not last night,

For whom the wind is exposed to stand in the middle of the night.

After bidding farewell to the master and all the uncles, and saying goodbye to the rest of the brothers and sisters one by one, he walked out of the master's door, step by step, full of firmness.

There was no looking back.

After the battle, before he could recover from his injuries, he hurried back to the division.

Looking at such an eagerness, Jian Song couldn't help but sigh and slowly spoke: "A month after you left, Xiaoya came back, and then left. ”

The moment he heard this, his figure shook, but fortunately, he stabilized his body by holding on to the table on the side, and his mind was in chaos.

He took a deep breath, forcibly suppressed the blood surging in his heart, pulled his pale thin lips, and asked softly, "Master, senior brother, ······ Do you want to pay it back? ”

When Jian Song heard this, he didn't say anything, only sighed heavily.

A heart slowly sank like this, gradually becoming cooler, and lost all its temperature.

I sat all night under the evening dew tree in the yard, and walked away in the morning sun of dawn, holding the paper kite in my arms, and the willow above the paper kite was still waving its soft branches.

When everything in the palace is dealt with, when he goes out to travel, he will often try to find the end, but he finds nothing.

And the Silent Moon Mountain, she still didn't go to see it after all.

In her heart, she always believed in the end of the world, that he would come back, that he would find her, and that he would accompany her to see the evening dew on the Silent Moon Mountain.

On that occasion, however, all faith was shattered.

It was a breakthrough, and in the middle of the breakthrough, Wen Xinyin suddenly fluctuated, but after a moment, before she could react, Wen Xinyin shattered and dissipated.

Her breath was unsteady for a while, and her breakthrough was interrupted, and she was subjected to thunder in her flesh and blood, and her injuries were serious, and her cultivation was damaged.

She fell asleep for a long time, and in her sleep, she could always hear someone calling to her, and the voice seemed to be absent, and she couldn't really hear it.

When he recovered, he was often alone in a daze until the night was dark and the morning light was faint.

That idea had already surfaced in her heart, but she just didn't want to believe it, didn't want to accept it.

Until she returned to the Eastern Dynasty, because of her father's mother, she still went to Silent Moon Mountain.

The petals fell, and she turned around, and her gaze met into the gentle eyes, glowing with soft waves.

A humble man dressed in white stepped on the daylight and walked towards her, familiar eyebrows, familiar eyes, familiar eyes, and familiar voice.

He stretched out his hand to her, with a clear smile on Ruyu's face, and his voice was gentle, with a temperature that could not be ignored, and he called softly:

"Ling'er."

It is undeniable that at that moment, she thought that he had come to the appointment.

The fluttering petals danced around the two, crossing a soft arc, outlining a little bit, covering the faces of the two, and the gestures were still the same as the sound and appearance of the year.

She tried to believe, believing that he was who he was, that he was the man she had grown up with, believing everything he had made her believe.

However, she finally came to her senses.

Wake up from a big dream.

There is no end to the world.