In my memory, the original color is the color of snow that has never been lost in Tanggula Mountain for a whole year.

Senior brother Feiqing said that that year, he went down the mountain to Huainan, passed through today's Liaodong City, and saw a child falling in the grass on the side of the road, crying hoarsely, gradually, even crying weakened.

If he passed by later, there would be no Xiao Fang in this world.

The senior brother carried him back to Tanggula Mountain, and along the way, he was very quiet, not crying or making trouble, and when he was hungry, he babbled a few times. It's very pitiful. That year, he gradually grew up, and wanted to accept a mantle disciple, but unexpectedly brought him back to the mountain, and the master saw that he had a beautiful face and excellent bones, so he insisted on going and put it under the door by himself.

Since then, the apprentice has become a junior disciple.

He listened with a smile when the senior brother spoke, even if the senior brother had said it many times, every time he re-said it, he would turn his face slightly and listen carefully.

When he turned his face sideways, the curve of his face was very elegant. So the senior brother looked at it stunned for a while, and sighed, "Rong Nan, if you can go down the mountain, there must be countless women who fall in love with you." ”

That year, the master chose a name for him. The surname is Xiao, the name is Fang, and the word is Rongnan.

His senior brother's name is Feiqing. And he is called Rong Nan.

All are very tasteful names.

So, he thought, Master, must not be an ordinary person.

"Senior brother laughed again," he said lightly.

When he was a teenager, Meng Zeran looked at his palmistry and sighed, "Rong Nan's love line is shallow, but the love is deep, if he has someone who cares about him, I'm afraid that he will miss most of it." ”

When he said this, Meng Zeran looked at the southeast direction, and there was no longer the usual jump on his face, and his expression was sad.

Many years later, Xiao Fang knew that it was the direction of the imperial capital Chang'an. And he, inadvertently, also has this habit, looking at the direction of Chang'an for many years. There, there is a beautiful woman he cares about.

But at that time, when he was moved by the master's rare look, he didn't care about the master's words.

He is indifferent by nature, even if he is to his master and brother, it is just a faint friendship.

"Rong Nan is long in love, and hurt in love." This is Meng Zeran's assertion of his life. Many years later, he looked back on this life and found that the master was worthy of being a master.

Meng Zeran must be a person with a story. It's just that the story is hidden by him under the hippie smiley face, hidden so deeply, sometimes, even he forgets himself.

And that year, his mind was dyed white by the snow on Tanggula Mountain, and after that, he wore only white clothes.

When he was six years old, Lu Feiqing brought back another boy, who still has excellent roots. This time, Meng Zeran didn't rob him.

"I'll have you and Rong Nan, that's enough." Meng Zeran hugged the wine and said with a smile. "You can learn ten percent of my martial arts, but unfortunately you can't learn medicine. So I chose Rong Nan again and inherited the medical skills of Chaotian. ”

It's just that Meng Zeran didn't expect that gradually, he was more interested in medical skills than martial arts.

"Because, learning martial arts hurts people; Studying medicine is to save people. Faced with Meng Zeran's question, he replied like this.

Meng Zeran was silent for a moment and sighed, "You have such a heart, how can I let it go." ”

When he was sixteen years old, the fourth year of Emperor Jing of the Great Han Dynasty, he went down the mountain and found a boy who was in a similar situation to him. It's just that when he found him, he was already burned badly, and although he was finally rescued, his brain had been burned out.

He took pity on the boy, took him back, and named him Chaochao.

Since then, they have been dependent on each other for a lifetime.

When he was twenty-two years old, he met a girl and was shocked by him.

"Oops, you remember my name." The girl followed behind him and chirped, "My name is Chu Pinglan." ”

Many years later, he couldn't remember what she looked like, but because of her words, he remembered her name. Her name is Pinglan.

In the years that followed, the girl made the whole world remember her, but not by the name Pinglan.

He couldn't remember what she looked like, but he thought it was beautiful, and he could still hear her smile and say, "I ran away from home." It's good to meet you. ”

Later, he knew that Pinglan was born in a family of witches.

Later, when he met Yansheng and knew her identity, he couldn't help but wonder, did Pinglan guide him in the dark and let him save Yansheng to compensate for her mistakes?

When he left Chang'an City, he thought again, or, Pinglan couldn't bear his loneliness and guided him to find the person he wanted to protect in this life?

Even though she is the delicate of that man, she is the Chen Niangniang of the whole world, and later the filial piety of Queen Chen, who is valued by the world. For him, it has always been the original woman, called the sound of geese.

When Pinglan was by his side, he sometimes asked himself, is this what the master said, his love. It's so light, but when I close my eyes, I have a faint longing in my heart. It's like he treats his master and brother.

However, before he could see his heart clearly, Pinglan left him and disappeared.

A few years later, he traveled from Tanggula Mountain to Chang'an, and unexpectedly saw her at the head of the city.

At that time, her name was Chu Fu.

"You don't have to save me." She smiled, "I did it wrong." I miserably hurt Empress Chen. ”

That woman, although arrogant, is so infatuated with His Majesty, she deserves to be rewarded.

It's just that why do you know that it is wrong, but you still do it without hesitation?

In the fifth year of Yuanguang, Empress Chen was deposed from Changmen Palace because of witchcraft. Chu Fu is the head of the city.

And there is nothing he can do.

Pinglan's younger brother hated him because of this, hating him for being his sister's heart, but when Pinglan died, he didn't come to the rescue.

But at that time, Pinglan was bent on death.

He never knew what was going on at the time. Later, when I encountered the sound of geese, I didn't figure it out. However, the matter passed, and it was painful for anyone, and he couldn't save the peace, so he wholeheartedly protected Yansheng, hoping that she would not be hurt for the rest of her life.

Later, I found out that in this world, it was not him who could protect her the most.

Chu Feixuan hated not only him, but also Liu Che, Yan Sheng, and Mo'er early.

The brothers and sisters who were delivered by him gradually moved to the most noble position in the world.

And he, after being stunned, was lost. It is only in the loss that I understand that the real love is not the kind of attachment that is so faint that you have to use all your heart to grasp it, and it is not the feeling that you want to help each other when you meet, but you don't think of each other anymore after you turn around. Rather, let her be safe at all times, and if she can't, do everything in her power to block the storm that is coming to her.

Thankfully, she didn't have a storm to bear.

Or maybe her storm was the one who was qualified to embrace her.

And he, before such qualifications, was eclipsed.

She is his Empress Xiaowu Chen, and she is his goose.

That year, the woman he rescued on the outskirts of Chang'an, when she first woke up, raised her eyebrows, her face was pale, and her eyes were as bright as morning stars.

That's not like a pair of eyes that have been married to a wife and suffered for love.

In fact, she is the Queen Chen, who is known all over the world, retreated to Changmen, and had a sad fate.

When he first knew, he felt sorry for her, how could such a beautiful woman not be cherished and practiced to this point?

She is the grandson of Emperor Wen, the niece of Emperor Jing, and the wife of Emperor Wu.

When they first met, she went to great lengths to make him a new pot of tea. The brown color is new and green, like the greenest and brightest touch of the willow branches in spring.

She said that the name of this tea is called Ming Qian Yuhou.

A nice name, like a tea tree after a rain.

She was pregnant with two children, but she refused to live in peace, tossing the clothing shop and the teahouse, but they were all doing well. It's just that his face is gradually haggard. He couldn't bear to watch, and finally stopped her and forced her to raise a baby at home.

She was reluctant to mention the father of the child. At that time, he thought, it's okay, Xiao Rongnan of Chaotianmen, an apprentice is always raised. Seeing that it has been abandoned to such a point, it is always heartbroken, it is better not to mention it, it is better to forget.

However, that person's status is supreme, and they can't be allowed to forget it.

When she has nothing to do, Yan'er can play the pipa, and her pipa is not particularly beautiful, but the tune is novel. In fact, as far as he is concerned, as long as he is not particularly unpleasant, he can listen to it with a smile all day.

What's more, the person who played it was her.

The song is either cheerful or sad, and there is always some lingering feelings. It's just that the sentiment is floating.

He could understand that she didn't have a sweetheart.

Later, it was a shock.

Xiao Fang of Chaotianmen, no matter how amazing he is, is always the people of the Han Dynasty. When the emperor saw Xuan, he had to go.

In the Xuanshu Palace, he saw the most noble person of the Han Dynasty. Dressed in a black brocade crown dress, the momentum is noble, and God has won it.

In all fairness, Liu Che's face is called handsome. Although, his eyebrows are slanted and flying, like a sword out of the sheath, although, his lips are extremely thin.

It was this person who ordered Pinglan to be beheaded. This person deposed the wild goose sound to the Nagato Palace.

The two women who carved the mark on his life were both injured by him, one broke his heart and the other lost his life.

It's just that he looked at him lightly, and he couldn't hold back any resentment.

Is his heart too good, or can he see through it, although this person is the supreme in the world, he is very lonely, and gradually goes to the road of a single husband.

can ruthlessly hurt the person who loves him the most, leaving no way out. At that time, he may not know what kind of price he has to pay in this life to redeem the emotions he once abandoned.

Although Yansheng left Chang'an, he didn't want to leave. He wants to stay in this place and see him, with Yan Sheng, with Liu Che, in this life, how to go after all.

At the end of the sixth year of Yuan Shuo, Yan Sheng ended his fugitive career and returned to Changmen Palace for the eldest princess of Feiyue.

Or is it just a matter of fate?

For many people, the years when Empress Xiaowu Chen was exiled were just a derailment in her life. Everything was repaired without a trace. But for him, it was the end of a life course.

The woman he cared for the most in his life has since belonged to someone else.

So, what about the wild goose itself?

He knew that at that time, the sound of geese was reluctant.

She painstakingly blended benzoin, calming her mind.

At that time, he laughed dumbly, the voice of the goose, since you have been married to a wife for many years, how can you be so naïve?

On the New Year of the first year of Yuanjiao, the emperor took Yin Jieyu to Shanglin Yuan for winter hunting.

And the sound of the wild goose is privately regulating contraceptives.

Everything is developing as expected, moving forward in the direction of fate, like flowing through a shallow river.

Later, she and Liu Che gradually reined in the thorns all over their bodies, but they could also make each other look at ease.

It's just that every time I see him, I will smile and call, "Oh, master." Then, slowly descending, the silence was like a touch of scenery.

No one is happy.

And no one can stop it.

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"Looking Back on the Hundred Years of Body", this article was written between 3 and 4 o'clock this morning. Obviously, my brain is extremely sleepy, and I can't think of things clearly, but the keyboard under my hand is smooth, which can be called a text without adding points.

Counting it, from yesterday afternoon to this morning, I have a total of about 10,000 words. It's a record-breaker for me.

Then again, I don't seem to have the life to save the manuscript. When I have something good in my hand, I want to send it out. My mother said that if I have such a temperament, I will not be able to keep the money in the future.

Ha ha.

I looked at it today, and the text was a little confusing, but the feelings were in it.

Then send it out. I don't want to change it either.

For the sake of my rare diligence, I winked at the stars and shouted, Cuihua, last month ticket.

This,The next part of this article,Wait for the day,I'm in a good mood.,Continue to code.。