The fresh smell ripples on the tip of the nose, it's that smell, it's still so familiar. Yuan Yang, who was still a little crazy, suddenly became a little trance, her eyes closed slightly, and she raised her eyes in a daze, looking at the silence that was close at hand.

"I almost ...... when it is right," Yuan Yang said in his heart, his palms were sweating, and Yuan Yang, who was almost crazy, was so angry that he raised his Yunsheng sword and planned to stab Feng Shan.

Raise your sword and stab him! What a familiar picture this is, and Yuan Yang's whole person is trembling.

Feng Jing breathed steadily, gently hugged his coat, but did not say anything.

How nice it would be if time stood still forever?

If time will never flow again, and the future scene will not come, then how happy and happy should the current Yuan Yang be?

Looking at him steadily, Yuan Yang's heart suddenly beat wildly, Hongxia floated on his cheeks, and the roots of his ears gradually became hot, but the next moment, the mixed emotions hit Yuan Yang's heart hard.

I can't go on like this anymore, I can't have any further contact with him, and in the confusion, there is a voice that reverberates in Yuan Yang's heart. Her face was gloomy, and she lowered her eyes, wondering how she would face that scene in the future. She didn't want Feng Silence to suffer her sword, perhaps, invisibly, she was already afraid that he would be hurt in the slightest.

Seeing such an ambiguous and intimate action between the two, Yuan Yang felt ashamed and painful in his heart, "Why...... Why do I want to see that scene in the future? Yuan Yang asked himself, his fists clenched, his brows that had already been twisted were difficult to curl, he sighed for a long time, and his voice became extremely cold, as if he had changed a person, "Let go of me." ”

When Feng Silent heard this, he didn't say a word, slowly let go of his hand, and stood in front of Yuan Yang.

The warm night breeze blew quietly, and the hair of Yuan Yang flew back, letting the green silk brush his face, Yuan Yang was not moved at all, like a statue standing in place. And the silence was silent, his eyes were gloomy, and he seemed to ask himself in his heart, "What happened to her?" Why are you so indifferent to yourself all of a sudden? ”

This question was asked in the bottom of his heart, but Feng Lonely smiled dumbly, and said in his heart: "However, when did she ever be enthusiastic about me?" This sentence came out of my heart, and there was a sense of helplessness and vicissitudes that was difficult to get rid of.

"Gone, kamikaze, farewell." Yuan Yang didn't dare to look at Feng Lonely, but turned his back fiercely with his eyes closed, ready to take a step forward.

"You...... What happened to you? Feng Lin stepped forward and stretched out his hand to grab Yuan Yang's slender arm, holding it in his hand, it was a little empty.

The words of concern echoed in her ears, her body trembled, her breathing became unsteady, her shoulders trembled uncontrollably, she didn't dare to look back, and she couldn't look back.

"Thank you for your concern, but don't waste this kind of thought on me in the future." After speaking, Yuan Yang exerted his strength slightly, intending to break free from Feng's lonely hand.

Feng Silence was stunned for a moment, and then sneered, I don't know where it started, this kamikaze who didn't care about others at all, now became a little more tender. Feng Lonely laughed to himself, "I seem to have taken the wrong medicine, Miss Yuanyang, thank you for reminding me." With that, he let go of the hand that was holding Yuanyang's arm and turned his back. The four words, when Feng Lonely came out of his mouth, his voice trembled.

has always been high, arrogant and lonely Feng, finally has one more person in his heart, and finally learned to care about a person, but at this moment he is forced by that person's cold words, how sad is this?

There was still a residual warmth of silence in her arm, and the heart of the loosened Yuan Yang seemed empty at the moment, as if something in her heart had been peeled off alive, and the pain was uncontrollable, she took a deep breath, and her voice was still cold and calm, "Then in the future, please don't appear in front of me until you die of old age." ”

The evening breeze swept by again, he was floating in white, his indifferent look was a little more sad, a pair of phoenix eyes, indescribably dim, where was this still the arrogant kamikaze of the day to make Feng silent?

Yuan Yang's heart was twitching and dripping blood, her heart was already bleeding and painful, she clenched her fists tightly, her nails had already sunk into the flesh, and let her say those words as if she was slowly cutting her entire heart with a sharp sword. The heart-wrenching torture caused Yuanyang's entire soul to suffer.

The two people in front of the towering ancient tree were silent with each other. Standing on this hill, you can see the night market street scene of Naquyou Town when you raise your eyes, with bright lights, busy traffic, people coming and going, it is so lively and prosperous over there, but this side is so lonely and lonely.

After a long time, Feng Shan smiled coldly, Yuan Yang was stunned, and involuntarily turned around, opened his mouth to say something, but found that there seemed to be something blocked in his throat, and he couldn't speak.

"Goodbye, goodbye." Feng Shi's voice was extremely cold, and his eyes were cold. He looked up at the stars in the night sky, looking a little lonely, but after all, he still took a step, step by step away from Yuanyang.

This time, he didn't disappear in front of Yuan Yang in a flash, but left slowly like ordinary people. But because of this, looking at the loneliness that is gradually moving away, Yuan Yang's mood is becoming more and more complicated, and he is more and more embarrassed.

Perhaps, sometimes, watching the person in my heart slowly disappear in front of my eyes, that great sense of emptiness, as if the whole person no longer belongs to me, and the indelible sentimentality comes from all directions, ruthlessly obliterating itself.

It wasn't until the white shadow finally disappeared in the eyes of Yuan Yang that the stunned Yuan Yang came back to his senses, his body staggered backwards, leaning weakly on the towering ancient tree, tears like springs, two lines of bitter tears, gurgling and flowing. How much bitterness is mixed in the tears? How much helplessness? How much sorrow?

The inexplicable feeling in her heart is like thousands of poisonous snakes, biting Yuanyang's heart fiercely, how can she erase that heartache? What should she do now?

Is it right or wrong? Is it all gone?

Memories are always too good, but now they are empty. Bitter tears wet his cheeks, wet his clothes and cold his heart.

She said, "Don't appear in front of me, don't appear in front of me again until you die of old age." ”

And he said, "Goodbye, goodbye." ”

The words of the two were almost decisive, as if there was no room to turn back, maybe this is good, never again, never again, until old age and death. So if this is the case, will the scene predicted by Shark Zhu not happen?

The past is vivid, maybe he is just a song in her red dust and purple mo, the singing is beautiful and tactful, intriguing. But now it had to come to an abrupt end, but even so, the fairy-like melody would eventually stay in my heart, forever, forever, until the day of old death.

The years have passed, poignant, the past, but the clouds, the strange fairy road, far away, today's farewell, never again.

It was a summer night, but the wind at the moment was endlessly cold, wantonly blowing on the cheeks that could be broken, like a knife cut.

The blue light of the Yunsheng Sword flashed up, and Wu Zi floated in the air, like Yuan Yang slowly scribbling away, quietly lying beside Yuan Yang.

"Yunsheng, it's good to have you as a companion." Yuan Yang sighed for a long time, and actually laughed, that smile was full of helplessness, and that heart-rending amazement.

Picking up the Yunsheng Sword again, Yuan Yang stood up straight, looked at the street scene of Quyou Town under the hill with blank eyes, slowly sacrificed the Yunsheng Sword, and stepped on it weakly, the "......" sword light pierced the vast night sky, and one person and one sword flew towards Quyou Town. With his hands behind his back, looking down, the bustling and lively world shows off the cold heart of Yuan Yang at the moment.

"How should I control the future?" Yuan Yang muttered to himself, his voice a little choked, "What should it be, is it how it is?" As soon as she finished speaking, she looked up at the rolling hills in the distance, and she lowered her head again and shook her head again.

I don't know how long it took for Yuan Yang to return to the inn, and when he stepped into the inn, Nayan Mountain House anxiously greeted him, and then Rhubarb and Ah Hei also rubbed up.

"Senior Sister Yuanyang, where did you go?"