"Heart, heart, that's him, he won't forgive his heart."

The sun sets, and the east wind is getting colder.

On the outskirts of Linjiang City, there are almost no people. The Fengwan Pavilion, which is full of tourists, has long lost the noise of the past.

There was only a water-green skirt, moving slowly on the sheep intestine path. She stopped and walked and went straight to the Fengwan Pavilion.

Although the railing is sloping horizontally, it twists and turns into the splendid mountain flowers. But she didn't want to watch, and leaned against the railing from time to time. Standing on tiptoe with a pair of lotus feet, poking his head out to look around.

She is the daughter of the nearby Zhuangzi, and her family name is Miao and her nickname is Xing'er.

Apricot has thick eyebrows and big eyes, a thin waist and round buttocks. The skin is slightly yellowish, but it is also tender and bright. At the age of about fifteen or sixteen, it is the childishness that has not gone to the daughter's heart.

At this moment, she is waiting for her sweetheart Xiao Wu, a man from a foreign country.

Ever since Xiao Wu's younger brother appeared, there has been a discordant note between them.

She felt the need to talk to Xiao Wu about it.

After a while, Xiao Wu walked over with big steps.

Xing'er was very happy in her heart, but she was reserved with her little daughter.

Quietly, he retreated behind the pillar, holding only the whitewashed handkerchief.

She was looking down, trying to figure out how to speak.

only to find that the footsteps stopped abruptly.

Looking up, Brother Xiao Wu stopped outside the pavilion ten meters away.

Now she panicked, and suddenly she couldn't care about being reserved. In a hurry, I ran over with my skirt.

"Brother Xiaowu, I have something to tell you," Xing'er said, tugging at his sleeve.

The man, Xiao Wu, was tall and honest. There is a natural dull air between the eyebrows, which makes people feel a little close.

At this moment, he said solemnly with a straight face.

"Xing'er, I have something to tell you,"

"Then you say it first,"

Apricot hung her head shyly, and a layer of red tide appeared on her face. thought to himself, he was so serious, he was not ready to propose. What should I do, Daddy still doesn't agree......

"Let's not meet in the future," Xiao Wu turned his face away, and the tall figure was there.

"What?" Xing'er was stunned for a moment, and then laughed, "Brother Xiaowu, don't be joking, I'll take it seriously,"

"No, I'm serious,"

Xiao Wu turned his face, and there was no hesitation in his tone.

"Isn't it, my dad ......?"

"No, it's me,"

Apricot tears fell big and big.

"You, you, you......" Xing'er gasped for breath.

"Are you, with someone else, you negative bastard,"

Slender arms, hammering weakly.

Xiao Wu didn't move, but Xing'er cried and her eyes were red.

When I saw him, I was still indifferent and refused to come over to comfort myself. Apricot put away her tears and ran back angrily.

She never saw the man again.

It's a pity that what they don't know is a pair of eyes behind the forest. I was watching all this happen coldly.

When they met again, it was he who knelt on the ground and pleaded. begged her to stay, begged her to live with Ding Wentong.

Xing'er's heart was cold, and she felt that this person was crazy.

On the starless night of that day, he told her a dusty past.

She watched him clutch his head and cry in pain, and her heart was as if she had stuffed a ball of cotton.

Hate and hate, love and love.

Since then, she has entered Ding Wentong's world.

It's like a nightmare, tangled and hard to wake up from.

Xiao Wu's younger brother is called Ding Wentong, and they don't look different at all.

Brother Xiaowu has a simple face, and Ding Wentong has a terrible face.

Brother Xiaowu treats people kindly and kindly, and Ding Wen treats people sharply and extremely.

But they all have a weakness called Miao Xing.

In the three years of getting along, the three of them have changed dramatically.

One sky, two worlds.

One during the day and one at night.

One is bright in spring, and the other is in the middle of winter.

Ding Wentong's smile became more and more, and Brother Xiaowu's face became colder and colder.

They were very kind to Apricot, but she was still haggard day by day.

She had a disease, a disease that could not be cured.

Later, she disappeared.

Ding Wentong has become a sharp and extreme Ding Wentong again. Brother Xiaowu has become a kind and honest Brother Xiaowu again.

It's just that there is no Miao Xing among them.

Since then, finding Miao Xinger has become a dream shared by the two.

If this is providence, then Heaven is not kind to them at all.

Half a year later, Ding Wentong met Miao Xinger again.

At that time, the sunset was full.

She was sitting reclining, on the old threshold. With his head down, he cut the baby's new clothes.

Her face was full of happiness.

Her subordinates, belly bulging.

So, she wasn't sick.

She lied to herself.

This realization made Ding Wentong completely stunned.

Liars, liars, two liars.

Hatred rises suddenly, like a river bursting its banks in the rainy season.

Ding Wentong's eyes were scarlet, blurring the horror on Miao Xing'er's face.

The suppressed emotions burst out in an instant.

On the old threshold, a bright flower blooms.

Loose hair, messy skirts. The red water flowed down the crack in the door.

"Why? Why? Why lie to me? ”

I don't know how much later, Ding Wentong calmed down. He sat down on the ground, gasping for air.

glanced at Miao Xing'er, who was lying on the ground, bleeding nonstop. He jerked and hugged her limp body.

"Apricot, apricot, wake up, wake up,"

Apricot lay quietly in his arms.

His eyes were slightly open, but his breath was gone.

Her hands clutched her bulging belly, and the back of her head condensed into a sticky red purple.

She died, died at his hands.

The monstrous anger was instantly extinguished.

Ding Wentong's brain went blank.

My heart was numb with pain.

When he saw her, he wished she was dead.

Now, she's dead. But he couldn't wait for her, and she came back to life immediately.

"Liar, get up," his voice sharpened.

On the night she died, his voice was hoarse and dark. Like the last wolf, he despaired of the corpses of the pack.

He killed her, and he killed himself.

In the morning light of the next day, Ding Wentong got up from her corpse.

He returned to the valley where the trio had lived before.

If the heart is imprisoned, how can you escape?

He imprisoned others, but in the end he imprisoned himself.

So, there was the scene of the dungeon.

Zhu Ningxiang was about to end, I sighed and quietly left his memories.

Really, you have to wear a mask until you die.

Peel the skin and cramp to take the fragrant bones, and throw the yellow spring lightly to remove the turbidity.

In the jade-white amphora, the bubbles are already densely woven. The white bones slowly fade away and take on a beige appearance.

Zhaorui walked in, his eyes a little red.

"Why, it's so quiet now, it's not like you," I glanced up at it, the corners of my mouth curling involuntarily.

It scratched its head, and said with some confusion and anxiety: "Master, I originally thought that Ding Wentong was very hateful, but now I think he is very pitiful,"

"Ding Wentong, Dou Zhiwu, Miao Xing'er, they ...... They obviously made unintentional mistakes, but they ended up with three deaths. ”

"Look, it's uncomfortable......"

Zhaorui wiped his eyes, and his eyes were full of moisture.

I patted its little head and threw the phantom stone into its arms: "You still don't understand, let's take a look at this first,"

With a snap, the Phantom Stone fell to the ground.

"How so? How so? ”

Zhaorui muttered, looking back in disbelief: "Master, the people on the Phantom Stone, all disappeared......"

Don't...... Don't......

Fake ...... Fake ...... They're fake......

"Ding Wentong, Dou Zhiwu, Miao Xing'er. And what about them...... Where did they go, really?"

Zhaorui tilted his fluffy head, his wet eyes wide open.

"Go where they're supposed to be,"

Zhaorui jumped over and clasped his hands in front of his chest. His eyes were staring straight at me, and he looked really pitiful.

"Die, let me go down quickly. If you dare to drop your hair into the incense bowl, you will die tonight! I gave it an angry look.

"Master~Master~"

"Shut up, stupid," I said, wiping the fine sweat from my forehead and carefully putting away the mandala juice.

"Where is there any Ding Wentong, where is there any Miao Xinger,"

"There has always been only Dou Zhiwu, and the three of them have always been one,"

Zhao Rui sneered, his claws stiffened: "That...... That dirty kid ......."

That kid.

I looked up out the window, and a leaf was falling.

Heart, heart, that is, he won't forgive his heart.

That fire twelve years ago.

He was the only one who came back.

Only Dou Zhiwu.

The so-called secret weapon is nothing more than a pile of stolen cans of fire oil.

The oil that was originally prepared for Ding Wentong.

Finally buried everyone.

That's why he's so desperate.

The moment the heart returned, he actually knew everything.

What a stubborn person.

Wear a thick mask when you die.