Bing Ling'er stumbled to her feet, groping all the way to the window, when the cool breeze blew and the song of crickets sounded, Bing Ling'er smiled, it turned out to be night!

She smiled bitterly to herself, it was so terrible that she almost couldn't wake up! Otherwise, it's a waste of a good medicinal herb!

Bing Ling'er yawned lazily, and the moonlight accidentally slipped to her face, bleak and beautiful.

She leaned against the window with her neck bent, silently feeling the silence of the night.

In the quiet night sky, the stars play with each other, and the blinking eyes seem to be looking at all kinds of interesting and beautiful scenery on the land! The moon girl was late, and shyly pulled a headscarf and covered her face. The stars and the moon seem to be the guardians of the night sky. The stars are sometimes grouped in groups, sometimes like a word, sometimes like an umbrella.

The stars are reflected in the pond, and when the breeze blows, the water ripples like fish scales. The light of the stars spreads out, and the surface of the river is like a layer of broken gold, which is very beautiful!

Feeling the wind blowing and imagining the scene at that time, Bing Ling'er suddenly remembered a poem: "The slight breeze and waves are scattered as stars in the river." "This is really a true portrayal of the eyes!

The summer night was quiet, and only the moonlight crept into the earth from the woods. Moonlight resembles a married woman, shyly allowing the earth to hear only her heartbeat and breathing. Trees, courtyards, stacks of wood, and fields are combined to form a village, like an old man crouching in the corner, thinking silently.

Maybe she is thinking about the ups and downs on the road of life, maybe she is thinking about the ups and downs on the road of life, or maybe she is thinking about such a summer night after another, like an invisible and tangible road, taking her thoughts into the distance......

When she woke up, Bing Ling'er recalled all the experiences and encounters along the way to Kyoto, and couldn't help but feel that it was wonderful.

The first time her mouth accidentally leaked, she was blinded by Mo Yan's palm, and I remember that the day after she got up, she also took a pair of scissors to the yard to cut the flowers as a mess for some nasty person!

The second time, the guy who dyed at night was looking for a dead person to challenge her bottom line, and he also found an idiot princess to catch the "rape", but he used the name of Ran Wangfu to threaten the Chenwang Mansion, and the abacus was wrong! She had never been grateful to the Morning Palace.

The third time, at the blind date of the night dye, he calculated her with Mo Yan and Bai Jingmo, but fortunately, she was smart and asked Qingqing to transfer her people early in the morning, but they failed miserably! I remember that night, the Bai family and the Duanmu family were caught off guard by her!

After that, the eldest princess was in constant trouble, and she was almost annoyed!

Now that I think about it, the reason why her days have become so "lively" seems to be because she met Mo Yan!

It seems that the use of blue blood grass this time is also because of the sequelae left over from his continuous injuries before! If it weren't for him, would she be so miserable!

Although the blue blood grass is not as good as the thousand-year-old snow lotus, it is also a very rare life-sustaining miracle medicine in the world! It grows on a perennially steep cliff wall, with only three leaves, and although it is called blue blood grass, it is fiery red, very easy to recognize, but not easy to find.

Because she has already taken the Blue Blood Grass, Bing Ling'er can last for at least ten years!

She whispered, "What a pity! The Blue Blood Grass can only temporarily prolong its life, and it cannot fundamentally change its physique like a thousand-year-old snow lotus! What a waste! ”

If the blood grass can be used correctly, the effect is more than just life-sustaining!

After speaking, he sighed helplessly: "That's it! The thousand-year-old snow lotus has been eaten by Mo Yan, so let's think of other ways! ”

Thinking about it, I cautiously groped to the side of the bed and continued to sleep.

The night sky is like the navy blue curtain, with stars dotted like pearls, and the moonlight pouring down like flowers, just like the silver-white tassels passing through, reflecting on the dark green pool water.

Dense as silver quills rain silk light veil shrouded the world, a bend of green water like a green Luo jade belt around the forest, the distant mountains are invisible. The rain and dew blow the very slender phoenix tail bamboo, gather into beads, slide down along the elegant and unique leaf tail, the crystal breaks the line generally, knocks on the oil paper umbrella, intermittently, Qingyue is like a lady striking the chime.

Bing Ling'er closed her eyes and was silent, someone once said that people who listen to the rain are very entangled and easily sentimental. On a lonely rainy night, a person tastes loneliness, gets used to loneliness, learns to hide sadness in calmness, and pretends to be happy.

She wants to listen to the sound of the rain, to search for a memory that has been buried for a long time, she wants to listen to the sound of the rain, to peel off a layer of dust in her memory.

The rain slid down, drenching the images in the memory, but when I reached out and touched it, it was gone, it turned out that everything was just a memory.

It's still raining outside the window, and I remember that I have deleted everything, and I don't plan to be in any mood, but this familiar scene will still make some moods radiate little by little... At this moment, some beautiful scenes in her thoughts are getting farther and farther away, and her heart is slowly becoming heavy...

Bing Ling'er's eyes seemed sad, and she didn't know what she remembered. , with a deep helplessness on his face.

She likes to cry in the rain so that no one will know that she is shedding tears, because the tears and the rain are so mixed that even he can't tell whether they are tears or rain.

Rain, the mood of the valley to prevent hunger, as if their feelings, bit by bit, I like the rain, like the rain and the cold point out the loneliness. A drop of rain fell on my heart, but I couldn't feel that sorrow, that coldness. Listen to the rain and listen to the helplessness of the night, gray and colorless.

Tonight, on a rainy night, she truly experienced a kind of loneliness.

She stood in front of the window again, pushed the window and listened, the curtain of rain lifted and fell in the dark night, the ticking sound of the rain hitting the plantain gently chanted in the strings of the urgent orchestra, as if reciting a song that is forever vivid, immortal for thousands of years, is so intoxicating, sad and desperate!

I don't know whether I want to know it or not, I actually looked up at the bright moon, although there was only darkness in my eyes.

Yanlingyuan.

Mo Yan trembled in front of the window in the elegant hut, silently watching the sudden rain, although it was a hut, it was better to say that it was a palace.

There are four pillars in this palace, each of which is hung with light veil, which looks dreamy and ethereal! Outside the gate, there are two windows in the middle, and there is a very large bed in the innermost, as well as a desk and a dresser, which are located on the left and right sides, and the middle is very wide. At first glance, this is a fairy-like palace.

On a rainy night, his mood was so cold, listening to the rain dripping, reminiscing about the past, and reminiscing about the painful reason and impulse of happiness. Who could read, haunt my helpless weakness, the emptiness of my soul, the rain and mud that overwhelmed him, the fluctuating emotions that felt about to suffocate and burn, and tremble my heart.

On a quiet rainy night, precipitation is a gesture, and a rainy night can always give you a full reverie. The thin raindrops will always give people some lingering yellowing memories. Those memories were fragmented and forgotten a lot on this rainy night.

I just want to think of you like this, although every night, I can only think of you silently with my heart, but you touch my heart, I hope my heart can accompany you to sleep.

In front of me, the rain curtain like fog and smoke slowly hangs down from the black sky, and the green grass and treetops are perfectly integrated with the buildings in the blurred smoke and rain.

The rain hits the lovesickness, the wind continues to part, the heavy canopy, the reluctance to give up, there is always someone who will approach the sky, and then murmur, the heart and eyes are full of you.

A person's thoughts are the delicate flowers that bloom on the green vines in summer, although vague and thin, but like a candle lit in the window on a rainy night, sad and moving.

Mo Yan: "There are still traces of memories, and maybe one day even those memories will dissipate in my thoughts, fall apart, and disappear, leaving me on this cold and rainy night."

The years are quiet, and the flowers will be seen again. In the wind, I saw your dignified beauty, and that smile was my thousand-year-old attachment.

A tree blossoms in order to bear its own fruit, and it has never thought of it, and it has also brightened your eyes. A person lives gracefully, in order to protect her pure heart, unexpectedly, but it touches your affection. The joy of blooming flowers and the melancholy of falling flowers are just a landscape, so why not be too emotional. To live to others is a kind of emotional loss. Live simply and elegantly, do not envy others, do not appreciate yourself, be gentle and calm, and the years are quiet.

Time is quiet, and you talk; The fine water flows for years, and the same as you; The prosperity is gone, and the old man is old. Life, no need to be prosperous, just plain enough, time, will precipitate the most real emotions; Wind and rain will test the warmest companionship.

Bing Ling'er: "The rain is especially sad, in this cold and rainy night, who can understand my loneliness, who can understand my sadness."

Walking quietly on the lonely and familiar street, quietly listening to the loneliness and sadness of the rainy night, a thing called memory quietly spreads into my heart, and is gently shrouded in the lonely night with the loss of the rain.

Let the rain beat upon my heart and wash away my sorrows. The earthly storm has passed, and I will not be happy or worried, guarding the window and listening to the rain. Pack up your messy thoughts, soothe the sadness of a place, and wait for the morning sun tomorrow with a hint of chuckle.

The passing years have taken away not only our faces, but also our past. The innocence of the past, the laughter and laughter of the past, and the inseparability of the past, have all faded away from time and we can't remember it.

Time is quiet, and you talk; The fine water flows for years, and the same as you; The prosperity is gone, and the old man is old. Life, no need to be prosperous, just plain enough, time, will precipitate the most real emotions; Wind and rain will test the warmest companionship.

Pour my life into exchange for a quiet time. If the years are quiet, I will smile and not grow old. Time will remember that those things that have always been the same, those years of tranquility, certain things, hidden deep in the heart, will never grow old.

Bingling'er: Time is not old, are you still waiting for me in the same place?

Mo Yan: Time is not old, I am still waiting for you here.