The cherry blossom petals faded away, and the wind stopped. When I look at it again, the original cherry blossom forest has long since disappeared, and the bright moonlight is sprinkled and paved with the mountain road. It turned out that this was the mountain.

Qingming shook his head: "It's still an illusion." ”

My heart tightened, and I looked at Qingming, who gave me a reassuring smile.

The mountain road is rugged and winding. The night is dark, overgrown with weeds, and the vertical and horizontal are staggered. Qingming led me, stepping on the dead branches and weeds, and walked step by step towards the mountain. The cool autumn breeze was quiet, and I felt the temperature from the palm of my sunny hand, and I heard my heart beating extremely fast and loud in such a quiet and barren night.

"Honey worm," Qingming encouraged me back, "it's almost there." ”

Under the thick night, in the silent mountains and forests, Qingming led me, one in front of the other, two figures reflected in the twilight mountains, firm and persistent. I don't know how long I walked, I don't know how far I walked, my heart was silently moved by Qingming's silent persistence, and I moved forward with his steps.

After rounding a corner, the eyes suddenly opened up. Empty mountains, a straight and flat avenue leads to a hut. Qingming and I looked at each other and smiled, and there was a kind of joy that "the mountains and rivers are exhausted and there is no way out, and the willows and flowers are bright and another village".

The desolate sound of the pipa and the distant sound of the flute came, and the moonlight was faint, very moving, and contemplative. Qingming glanced at me and said in a deep voice, "It's Boya!" I looked at Qingming and read his gaze, and followed him cautiously, trying not to make a sound.

"Squeak-" Qingming pushed the door open, and the bright moonlight shone into the room, dispelling the darkness. Boya came back to his senses from the music, stopped playing, and exclaimed, "Why are you here?" ”

"I want to ask you!" I was so angry that I came here alone to have a good time, which made me and Qing Ming worried.

"Is it a guest?" The man inside still plays the lute, with a poignant tone and a touching grievance. Half-leaning against the wall, his hair curled and curled, blurred in the dim light.

It was indeed beyond my expectations, I thought it was some kind of devil, at least it looked terrifying. The man in front of him looks ordinary, just a mortal!

"What are you playing?" Qingming narrowed her eyes slightly, and looked at him sharply.

"Qingming, he's a good person, so we're chatting and playing music together." Boya was afraid that Qingming would do something bad to him, so he hurriedly stepped forward to explain.

Qingming glanced at Yuan Boya unhappily, signaled him to keep quiet, and continued to press on the man.

"I'm waiting for someone."

The man opened his mouth quietly.

Wait for others? Please, are you waiting for that?

"That's the case...... "Qingming smiled slyly, his gaze getting cold. Out of nowhere, I got a bow and arrow, and the arrow was hung with a pentagram charm, ready to go.

"Don't!" Yuan Boya was shocked, almost blocking Qingming's arrow with his body, shaking his head and begging him, "Don't kill him, Qingming." ”

"His resentment is too heavy!" Qingming didn't hesitate at all, his eyes were sharp, and he turned to reprimand Yuan Boya, "Can't you see that his bloody aura is very heavy?" Those cherry blossoms are all made of human blood, and how many people have died in his vision! ”

"I think at the beginning, I was crazy about love!" Yuan Boya was hoarse, something was clearly flickering in his eyes, and his voice was low, "He just wants to wait for the return of his beloved woman, what can be wrong with love, I don't ...... it for Qingzi"

Yuan Boya's heart is very painful, in order to meet Qingzi, he gives her a every night, but he can't get her permission to see her true face. Even so, Yuan Boya still plays night and night, just for her to listen to her own heart and understand the many deep feelings implied in the sound of the flute; When she saw her true face, she had already fallen into the devil, and for the sake of other men, it was the emperor who never forgot in her heart; He was willing to stretch out his arm for her to bite, just so that she could vent the resentment in her heart and realize that she was lost. Risking her life in exchange for her deathbed rest, only Aoko's only sentence "If you meet Boya early, it's a pity it's too late" is the only warmth in his love.

Looking at the sad and persistent Yuan Boya, Qingming finally compromised and slowly put down the bow and arrow in his hand.

"Hahaha, if you kill me, you can kill me, it's just that I can see her again before I die, but I want to do it in this life." The man leaned against the wall, decadent and frustrated.

"I made a pact with her in the cherry blossom forest that when the cherry blossoms were in full bloom the next year, I would ...... with her Get married. The man whispered softly, as if telling a dreamlike story, paused, and spoke slowly, "But I waited and waited, and decades passed, and I never saw her come back." ”

Qingming frowned: "Do you know that a thousand years have passed?" ”

"A thousand years have passed?" The man was shocked, "How come?" How could it be ......"

"I'm afraid the person you love is long gone."

The man hugged his head in pain, and after a long time, he raised his head suddenly, and his eyes rekindled with hope: "Whether she is dead or reincarnated, I will see her again." As long as she still has a little memory, she will definitely think of me, please, please, help me! ”

I couldn't bear to look at it, so I turned to Qingming: "Qingming......"

"It's easy to promise, but hard to achieve." Qingming was also embarrassed, "It's been a thousand years, how can I find her?" If you die, where does your soul go? If you don't die, where will the heavens and the earth go? ”

The heart sinks little by little, yes, a thousand years have passed, how to find it?

"Her name is Rain Hime."

The man was still not reconciled.

"Rain Hime?" I exclaimed, almost choking on my own saliva. Isn't it the legendary poor woman who died while she was about to get married? After death, he turned into a ghost, and loved to share an umbrella with men, and everywhere he went, it would rain a lot.

"That's it!"

Qingming's brows stretched, and her smile grew, looking like "wrapped around me".

"Boya, let's go, let's take the rain Ji you miss."

"Slow," a few pipa strings crossed between Yuan Boya and us, and the curly-haired man smiled proudly, "People, I'll stay for the time being." When you bring Yuhime, I won't be too late to let it go. ”

"You-" I pointed at him, what a sinister and cunning man! It would have been easier to know that this would have been easier than to kill him with an arrow.

Qingming looked at him unhappily, her gaze cold and majestic. The man calmly met Qingming's gaze and smiled freely: "Lord Boya, I naturally won't treat you badly." Bring Yu Ji, I will return him to you in full immediately. ”

Qingming turned to Boya, Boya nodded at him, Qingming glanced at the man again, thought for a moment, and walked away to acquiesce to the man's excessive coercion.

In front of the bronze mirror, I had already changed my clothes. A dark and wide official uniform lined my fair skin, washed away the lead flower, wiped off the Zhu Danhong on the lips, and drew the sword eyebrows with a thick black eyebrow pencil, the eyebrows were like knife carvings, and the pitch black was like ink. Qingming pulled up my long hair and put a high crown on me. The son in the mirror has a white-faced melon seed face, thick eyebrows and big eyes, his clothes are extremely incongruous, his figure is slightly petite, and the towering long crown and the tiny head do not match very well.

"What a little white face."

I glared at Qingming in dissatisfaction: "Aren't you a man?" Why did you ask me to lead the rain hime? ”

"I'm not an onmyoji, how can a female ghost be willing to share an umbrella with an onmyoji?"

Qingming didn't laugh angrily, and I had nothing to answer when I asked.

I shook my little head uncomfortably, as if I had a thousand pounds on my head, I couldn't lift my head when I pressed it, and my neck hurt: "Can't you do it without a crown?" ”

"How to hide your long hair without a tiara."

I glanced at him, and the high crown on my head weighed me down like an unfolded fan. It's no better than Sun Wukong being crushed under Wuzhi Mountain.

"Boya's safety depends on you."

Qingming looked at me seriously and said solemnly.

Complaining is complaining, of course I know that the responsibility is heavy, and I nodded vigorously to reassure Qingming.