Xuan Palace, dark clouds are sinking, and the mass grave is sad and compassionate.

Huqi Mountain, white flowers, who is sighing for the broken strings?

"What has come to me? I'll have to redeploy the guards of our Xuan Palace. Dressed in a camel-colored shirt, Han Zhu stood under the pear blossom tree that was supported like an umbrella and flew like snow. Looking at the poor cicadas slowly approaching in front of me, it was as if I had traveled through centuries, and I was confused.

"Big brother is naturally a busy person, but there are some things that it is better to explain clearly." The poor cicada stopped at a distance, stood on the edge of the cliff, and looked down the top of the mountain.

"Listen up." Han Ji looked serious.

"I don't care about that—the throne! I did all this just for her! Now that she's gone, I'm upset. The poor cicada turned his head to look at Han Qi and said, "The knife in the Unbounded Cave, I really ...... I do feel guilty. I never thought it would happen in a scenario like that. However, I will never deny it! I don't regret it either! It is a matter of course to protect your sweetheart. So, if there is a next time, I will still choose this way! Don't have illusions, I'll apologize, I'll ease our relationship......"

"Next time?" Han Qi said helplessly, "You didn't want my life this time, and you are waiting to sacrifice your eldest brother next time, and use my corpse to make your lover laugh?" Thousands of years of getting along is not as good as a woman inserted halfway? Her affection for you is sincere, have you tried to tell it with your heart? Don't be so stupid that you don't know if you're sold! ”

"Yes! I'm just stupid, hopelessly stupid! In short, I don't have to worry about me! I don't regret stabbing you either! I just want to make it clear to avoid embarrassment in the future......" The poor cicada said and turned around, and the broken flowers on his shoulders fell one after another, like the broken heart between brothers finally fell to the ground.

Han Qi was uncertain, and with a lot of thoughts, he picked up a pear blossom from his shoulder and put it in his palm, and said in a misty voice: "Remember when I was a child, I often brought you here?" ”

"Remember! What about remembering? The poor cicada stopped and turned his back to Hanji.

"Do you understand now?"

"Got it! Understand why you're such a big brother......" The poor cicada turned his head sideways, and Han Qi could only see his side face. The poor cicada stared at the ground and said contemptuously, "But what if you understand? ”

The huge mountain top, but because the sky is too low, it is depressed.

The side of the poor cicada is angular, like a sharp sword inserted into the heart of the cicada.

Got it?

A pear blossom was lightly carried down by the wind, stained with the black hair of the cicada, and floated to the shoulders of the poor cicada, and slowly slid down to the hem of his clothes with the pace of the poor cicada, and finally landed on the ground. The brocade boots with black satin and gray face of the poor cicada pressed down heavily, and the fresh fragrance was instantly covered by the smell of mud......

Han Zhu stood silently under the tree, and became a pear blossom person.

Regardless of his turbidity in everything, he confesses to a pear blossom.

On that day that year, the pear blossoms were snow-white......

"Brother, the scenery here is so exquisite!" The little cicada was lifted high by the pestle and placed on another big tree next to the pear tree, "as if you were looking through crystals!" It's shiny! It's all stars......"

"If you like, just play here by yourself. Wait for my brother to come back and pick you up later. "At that time, there was no burly body board. A green shirt and white clothes are mixed in the Sydney flowers, and the light wind can take him away. solemn and cold, consciously distanced himself from people.

"Good! The poor cicada is here waiting for his brother to come back! The little poor cicada was lying on the tree, holding the branch tightly with his pink fist, and shouted vigorously, "Remember! Come back soon! The poor cicada will wait here for the big brother to come back...... Waiting for you to come back! ”

The wind suddenly rose, rolling up the pear blossoms all over the ground, and quickly swept away the cold back of the sling.

A layer of flowers fell, and the poor cicada playfully reached out to grab it. But he almost slipped off the tree, and the poor cicada hurriedly hugged the branch and didn't let go.

Big brother, come back soon! The poor cicada is still waiting for you here!

A snail squirmed, and the poor cicada forgot the thrilling scene just now, and let go of his hand to play with it, and after playing for a long time, he got tired of it.

Big brother, how long have you been there? The poor cicada doesn't want to play here, it's not fun at all without the big brother!

A bird stood on a branch, chirping and jumping. The poor cicada was so happy that he was bold, trembling, and stood on the branch with his waist hunched. As if crossing a single-plank bridge, he walked cautiously towards the birds. Stretch out your fleshy little hand and grab it. One swooped over, the bird spread its wings and flew away, and the cicada fluttered into the air.

But he shook his body, slipped under his feet, and was about to fall down the tree. The poor cicada howled and cried, and quickly hugged the branches, trembling all over. While crying, he shouted: "Big brother! Eldest brother! You're coming back! Poor cicadas don't want to play here...... It's not fun here! The poor cicada wants to follow the big brother...... Big brother, you've been back for a long time! The poor cicada is scared......"

The figure hidden in the pear blossom forest behind the poor cicada took a step out, paused, and took it back.

The blue and white clothes flew for a while, stirring up the falling flowers on the ground. Han Qi clenched his fists, held back, and still didn't go out.

"Big brother! Eldest brother! The poor cicada tried his best to lie on the branch again, but the tears and snot were still flowing vigorously, "The poor cicada will obediently wait here for the big brother to come back!" Big brother, hurry up! ”

"Big, big brother...... The poor cicada is hungry......" The poor cicada frowned and looked at the place where the cicada had disappeared. Empty, except for flowers and trees, the poor cicadas have to bury their heads.

The small body is especially cute in this spring snow. It's just that as the Second Highness of the Northern Kingdom, no one can rely on anyone except to be strong! Han Ji thought to himself, and put down the fruit he had just found in his hand. Hesitant, forget it......

"The poor cicada is afraid...... Big brother doesn't want me anymore? The poor cicada watched the sky gradually darken, and the white pear blossoms around him also turned into a demon in the poor cicada's heart, and they came at him with their teeth and claws.

"Big brother! Eldest brother! The poor cicada knows it's wrong...... Big brother, don't ignore me! Poor cicadas are afraid...... There are so many ghosts here! The poor cicada twisted his body on the tree helplessly, and he didn't dare to climb down by himself, "Big brother! Hurry up and pick up the poor cicada...... The poor cicada will not pester the big brother in the future! Big brother is busy, so the poor cicada won't bother you...... Don't be angry, don't be poor! The poor cicadas will play by themselves in the future...... I won't let the eldest brother spend any more time reprimanding the poor cicada...... Really, really, I know it's wrong! ”

The night wind rose wildly, knocking down the shattered ground.

"Big brother...... The poor cicada is cold and hungry...... Will the poor cicada die like this? If you're dead, you won't be able to see your big brother? Don't, don't! Don't die! The poor cicada still needs a big brother...... Wow...... Big Brother ......"

The pestle in the pear blossom forest leaned against the big tree and looked at the poor cicada intently. The food he found for him on the side was taken into his arms. A pear blossom fell on the hair of the Han Zhu with the wind, and the Han Zhu hit a spirit, and the temperature dropped a lot at night, can the poor cicada survive it?

"It's so cold...... the poor cicada kept shivering, but he didn't dare to let go, and climbed down the tree by himself, "Big brother...... Can poor cicadas sleep? Will you die if you sleep? He's dead...... When you die, you don't have a big brother and a sister...... died, and couldn't eat roast chicken and the queen's Shuiying porridge...... Dead, dead...... I, I'm going to die......" The poor cicada began to shrug his eyelids and plant his head one after another, but he just refused to fall asleep.

"I said that if I wait for the eldest brother, I have to wait for the eldest brother to come back! Perhaps, the eldest brother is already at the foot of Huqi Mountain......" the poor cicada pouted and said stubbornly.

When the moon is in the sky, the night in the mountains is deeper.

Big brother is a liar! Big brother, don't be poor! The poor cicada doesn't want him anymore! If you want to die, just die! If you die, you don't have to be teased by your big brother, you don't have to see him! The poor cicada stared at her little eyes, her face flushed with coldness, and her mouth twisted angrily. Finally he lay down on the tree in indignation, his head buried in the crook of his arm, his shoulders twitching and sobbing.

Like a sculpture, the hammer has never moved in place, as if it misses a little, and the poor cicada may be in danger. He didn't dare to step forward, for fear that he would fall short. He didn't expect the poor cicada to understand himself, to read himself, as long as the night was safe and sound. One night, can you get rid of his cowardly and clingy nature? Han Qi's heart relented again, and she struggled to carry him down......

The waves of the river and the sea in his heart, Han Qi looked up to the sky and sighed, and he didn't close his eyes all night.

On a bright day, Han Qi was already standing under the poor cicada tree. Seeing him pouting meatily, Han Ji smiled. He gently woke up the poor cicada, felt the fruit in his bosom and handed it to him. The poor cicada rubbed his eyes and raised his hand to knock over the fruit in the palm of Han's hand.

With a crisp slap, the fruit fell softly and rolled from the tip of the pestle to the root of the tree......

"I don't want your charity! I didn't die of cold, you want to poison me right now! The poor cicada roared at the top of her voice.

Han Qi didn't care, just reached out to hug the poor cicada, and just tried to let him come down, the poor cicada actually bit the back of Han Qi's hand with a resentful bite. The tooth marks are extremely deep, as if the resentment and anger of the night have turned into power, and I want to let Han Ji remember it for the rest of his life! Shocked, Han Qi frowned, but still insisted on putting the poor cicada on the ground safely.

"I'll ignore you!" The poor cicada wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes and said angrily, "I won't bother you again in the future!" You are Your Highness, and you are busier than anyone else! Hmph, you're a great general! I'm just a kid, so I can only find my sister to play...... I hate you! ”

Han Qi watched the poor cicada walk on his calves and ran past Luoying, and he had a strange feeling, as if the poor cicada ran out of his life and left himself......

The stars have changed, but they have not changed with each passing day. It's still this sky, this land, these people.

The 梼杼杼 still stands on the top of Huqi Mountain, allowing the pear blossoms to climb all over the body.

Wasn't it back then that I personally pushed him out of his own life? Why be sad......

The steep and straight Huqi Mountain, the wild pear blossoms all over the mountain.

The falling flowers are intentional, and the breeze is ruthless.