Bai Qianyu half-leaned on the wooden table and supported his forehead.

Wei Xiao looked at her and said, "Why don't I send you back to rest first?"

The gaze of the god will be rare and gentle.

Bai Qianyu shook his head: "It's rare to have such a lively night, I want to sit for a while." ”

"Good. Wei Xiao picked up the wine bowl and answered.

The two of them leaned on the edge of the table, talking in broken words.

The bonfire reflected their faces, warm and dispelled the chill of the spring night.

This was the first time Bai Qianyu felt that he was very close to the Heavenly God General.

Normally, although he seems to be very close to her, he is actually far away.

It's too far to guess.

Although she knew his character well, she couldn't fathom his mind.

She held her face in one hand, feeling a slight fever on her face, and the wind blowing on her face from the cold spring turned into a refreshing coolness, which was very pleasant.

In the distance, there was a commotion and applause.

Bai Qianyu followed the sound to find it, but saw a group of villagers around a wooden table, on the table, a grass stretched out its leaves, twisted its long stems, and was dancing left and right.

While dancing and singing: "The grass by the green river is not old, the wildfire cannot be burned, and the wind and rain cannot blow down." ”

There are also villagers next to it who play the erhu to the rhythm of it.

A dancing village girl jumped over, her figure was slim, she pulled up the clover with one hand: "This grass dances so well!" The girl's face was flushed, her eyes were big, and she laughed like the moon in the sky: "Come, dance with us!"

"Hey, this grass dances so well!" a dancing village girl jumped over, her figure was slim, and she grabbed the clover with one hand: "Come and dance with us!"

Clover was praised for the first time, and she was very happy: "This is the natural dance of our grass!"

Jumping up and down with the village girl joined the crowd dancing around the bonfire.

"I'm already going crazy about drinking!" Bai Qianyu looked at Clover's figure, couldn't cry or laugh, turned his head to look at Wei Xiao, and said angrily: "It's all your fault, I have to let it drink!"

"It's rare that it's so happy, don't you think," Wei Xiaomo's blue eyes looked at her: "Happiness, is it the rarest thing in the world?"

He turned his face away, looked at the vast night sky, and said in a calm voice: "People, the more you experience, the harder it is to be happy with simplicity. ”

The light of the moon shone on his face.

His side face suddenly looked a little cold.

Bai Qianyu was stunned for a moment.

She suddenly realized that she had experienced the sinking of the Wind Flame Continent, and it had dealt a great blow to the Celestial General.

He was the strongest Heavenly God General in the Heavenly Realm, but he was powerless to save a continent from sinking, and he couldn't confront the Supreme Heavenly Emperor.

Maybe now in Wei Xiao's heart, even he can't tell whether the heartache of powerlessness is heavier, or the sense of betrayal against the laws of the heavenly realm is heavier.

"Wei Xiao......" Bai Qianyu muttered, reaching for the wooden table, trying to touch the back of his hand.

He is her male protagonist, and if he is sad, she, the author, will also be sad.

She wanted to soothe him with a little warmth in her palm.

But before her hand touched the back of his hand, I don't know whether it was intentional or not, but the god took his hand away.

He picked up the wine bowl very naturally, drank all the wine in the bowl, and stood up: "It's late at night, I'll send you back to rest!"

He reached over and helped her.

"I can get up on my own. Bai Qianyu didn't know where to get his temperament, pushed his hand away, and staggered to his feet from the ground.

But as soon as she got up, she suddenly felt dizzy, the cool breeze of the night blew, and a burst of wine surged, she suddenly stumbled, and the people and scenery in front of her suddenly became hazy.

"White girl!" she heard Wei Xiao call in her ear.

Her body became lighter, as if she had been picked up, and her head rested on the other's chest, and there was a warm and comfortable feeling that made her addicted.

In the haze, she could feel that she was being carried away, as if she had walked a long way, and it seemed that after a while, faintly out of nowhere, there was a whimpering flute, which made it all more dreamlike.

After a while, the sound of the flute died down, and she heard the door creak open, and she was placed on the bed and pulled up the quilt.

"You sleep for a while, and I'll go out and have a look. It was the voice of the Celestial General, and when he walked out, he carried the sound of an iron sword in his steps.

"Wei Xiao......" Bai Qianyu wanted to call him, but his eyelids were heavy, and his lips didn't open after trying hard for a long time.

Then she fell asleep in a drunken state, a vague premonition in her mind.

The full moon is like a mirror.

Wei Xiao followed the direction of the flute, and walked in the northwest direction alone, the road became more and more desolate, there were no wild beasts, and there were no people.

He stopped to listen, and the faint, vague sound of the flute began again, and it came from nowhere.

The moonlight was cold, pouring down from the top of his head.

He looked up and looked through the treetops above him at the large, bright full moon.

The full moon is like hanging on a branch, and it does not move in the slightest, like a mirror's disc, revealing a faint weirdness.

He subconsciously raised the sword in his hand.

Above the treetops, a crow, staring at blood-red eyes in the shadows, seemed to be alarmed by the murderous aura on his sword, suddenly spread its wings, fluttered up, and flew silently into the distance.