readx;? Chapter 24: Dreams Come True

Mingyue smiled shyly and said, "Does the goddess mean that she is the god among women?"

"Yes. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info" Xiao Huan looked at her pretty face with a bright smile stupidly, and couldn't help but feel a surge in her heart, and murmured: "Mingyue, what a nice name, slightly with a little cool taste, Cangyue, Canghai Mingyue." Once in the sea, you can see the bright moon?"

Yingluo interjected: "Young Master Xiao, do you still test the name?"

Xiao Huan smiled slightly, and was about to speak, when he glanced at it, but saw a yaoqin on the table. He was curious, and walked over, only to see a letterhead under Yaoqin full of words. He picked it up and took a look, only to see that the font was beautiful and the aura was compelling. These are four sentences.

"There are tears in the pearl of the sea and the moon, and the blue field is warm and the jade is smoking;

This situation can be recalled, but it was already clear at the time. ”

Xiao Huan looked at it and said, "This is written by your young lady?" Yingluo said: "Of course." My young lady is the first beauty in the south of the Yangtze River, and she is the first talented woman, proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, poetry and songs. ”

Mingyue smiled: "I just like to write some poems and songs, and I didn't write these four sentences." ”

Yingluo exclaimed, "You wrote it, I saw it with my own eyes." Mingyue said: "This is the word of Li Yishan, a genius in the late Tang Dynasty." ”

"I've heard a little. Xiao Huan then chanted, "The mica screen is deep in candle shadows, and the stars are gradually falling in the long river; ”

Yingluo clapped her hands and said: "It turns out that Xiao Gongzi is also a talent, so good!" Xiao Huan waved his hand loudly: "Low-key, it's just a small skill of carving insects, it's not enough to worry about it, this poem is not written by me at all." ”

"Who wrote that?" Yingluo frowned, "Could it be Li Yishan again?"

"Yes. Xiao Huan said.

"Why is this surnamed Li like this, he always writes lyrics, doesn't he know how to write novels?"

"He hasn't written a novel, and he hasn't read many novels, I'm afraid he hasn't even read "Meat Futon"!"

"Alas, he's so poor at reading!" sighed Yingluo.

"It's getting late," Mingyue interjected, "Xiao Gongzi ......"

"Stay for dinner!" said Yingluo.

"Okay. Xiao Huan glanced at Mingyue, "No, I still have something." It's getting late, and I'll send you away tomorrow. ”

At night, it was pitch black, and the cold wind was like a knife.

Xiao Huan had been standing downstairs for a long time, and he didn't feel cold, because he had a fire in his heart. However, he soon felt a chill in his neck. He raised his hand and touched it, but it was water, where did it come from?

He couldn't help but look up, but saw the goose feathers and snow falling in the sky, which was also the first snow since the beginning of winter.

Xiao Huan stood quietly in the heavy snow, downstairs at the end of the world. When a thin layer of snow fell on him, a sudden sound of the piano floated from upstairs, a melodious and magical sound. But how can the sound of the piano be magical?

Xiao Huan felt that the sound of the piano was magical, because he felt that every nerve seemed to be beating strangely, beating with this wonderful and beautiful sound of the piano. In fact, the beauty of this sound is really impossible to describe in words, and what kind of language can describe such a beautiful sound?

Xiao Huan couldn't help but be fascinated by it, and he was intoxicated unconsciously. Back in the room, the beautiful sound of the piano still echoed in his head. He was lying in bed, but he was tossing and turning and couldn't sleep. He looked at the boundless snow outside the window, and suddenly had an impulse in his heart, a kind of poetry.

He immediately rolled over and got out of bed, went to the table, and laid out a white piece of paper. He wanted to write something, even if it was a confession to the goddess in his heart, as a love letter.

He hadn't been in private school for a few days, and he didn't have much ink in his chest, so he racked his brains and spent half the night writing a few sentences. He knew that he didn't write well, but he still wanted Mingyue to know and know what was in his heart.

He looked at these words on the paper, and suddenly felt a taste of vicissitudes and desolation, because he thought of parting. Tomorrow his goddess is leaving, and he can only let her go.

"Tomorrow across the mountains, the world is vast. When Xiao Huan thought of this sentence, the taste of desolation in his heart became even stronger. He sighed lightly, and then took the note and came to Tianya Tower.

The candle flame upstairs has been extinguished, and Mingyue is already asleep. He stood outside the door for a long time, and then shoved the paper through the crack in the door.

The next day, Xiao Huan woke up when it was already three poles of the sun. He hurriedly swallowed a few mouthfuls of food and walked out. Outside the house, the snow is covered, thousands of trees and pear blossoms are blooming, and you can look into the distance, a world of pink makeup and jade.

As soon as Xiao Huan walked up to Tianya Tower, he saw the goddess in his heart. At this moment, Mingyue was sitting on a bamboo chair and closing her eyes and taking a nap.

Xiao Huan walked into the room, and Mingyue opened her eyes. Although he had a thousand words to say to Mingyue, he didn't know how to say them for a while, he looked at Mingyue's beautiful and pure face, and couldn't help but stay there.

They just stared at each other in silence, and for a moment neither of them spoke. After a while, Mingyue suddenly said, "You wrote this poem?"

Xiao Huan intuitively felt embarrassed, and said with a red face: "Yes." Mingyue's face turned red, and suddenly turned red.

After a while, she walked up to the yaoqin, glanced out the window, and then lightly stretched her jade fingers and began to play. The beautiful sound of the piano melted into his heart like the bright moonlight, and he was unconsciously intoxicated by it.

Mingyue played for a while, then lightly opened her lips and sang, singing the words written by Xiao Huan-

"Like sparks, red and delicate, the blue waves and rivers are like blue springs returning to the south of the Yangtze River

The light breeze and drizzle raindrops continue to smoke on the Zhu River

Willow eyebrows, hibiscus, jade face, cloud bun, pearl silk shirt, smiling in a dream

How much smoke and rain in the south of the Yangtze River are the swords, the sword and the shadow, the wind and frost

Gently play the pipa song, condense the tears and fall jasper hairpins

Looking at Jiangnan, I want to wear it

I keep this feeling, just to treat you for a term, Dongfeng laughs at me, and I am infatuated

The bright moonlight is gentle and hurtful

Where to spread your hair and the sound of the piano is in a hurry, who sings for the red face. ”

Mingyue finished singing, but did not stop playing, and the sound of the piano like the night breeze and flowing water has been hovering low and echoing in the end part. After a long time, Mingyue stopped playing, but the beautiful and graceful sound of the piano still echoed in Xiao Huan's heart, and also echoed in Mingyue's heart, and both of them were obsessed.

Suddenly, Mingyue's soft jade hands were held by Xiao Huan. Her face flushed, and she quickly broke free, and then stood up. However, as soon as he stood up, he let out an "ouch" and fell to the ground.

Xiao Huan's heart froze: "Yue'er, what's wrong with you?" Mingyue smiled faintly: "It's not in the way, the old problem has been committed again." Xiao Huan frowned and said, "What is your old problem?"

"That was when I was a kid. Mingyue sighed lightly, "When I was a child, I didn't like to talk, I liked to listen to other people's stories quietly. I also rarely go out, and often sit in the garden at home looking at the sky in a daze, and sit for half a day. ”

"What kind of disease is this?" Xiao Huan was stunned.

"It's not a disease. Mingyue continued, "One winter, there was a heavy snowfall. I ran out into the field, looked at the pure white of the mountains, and sat for a long time, completely forgetting the cold around me. By the time I got up to go home, I lost feeling in my legs and fell to the ground. Soon two small round holes appeared in my knees, festering to the bone, and this became my forever brand of the snow. Since then, whenever the weather gets cold, I have to put a blanket over my legs before playing the piano or calligraphy. ”

Xiao Huan listened to her story, and couldn't help but feel a sense of love and pity in his heart. He gently rubbed Mingyue's knees, secretly latching on his true power. He wished that his true power could remove this pain from the goddess in his heart.

Mingyue smiled slightly: "This is a disease, and it is not humanly capable of doing it." I feel much better, though. Xiao Huan said: "That's good." ”

The two just sat side by side, looking out the window, and neither of them spoke. Although he didn't say a word, it was enough for Xiao Huan.

The dream came true, and he wished that time could stay in this moment forever, so that he could enjoy this wonderful time to the fullest.

At this moment, he thought of Mingyue's childhood. The little girl with two long black braids and bows, the little girl who likes to sit alone and weave dreams. Thinking of this, Xiao Huan couldn't help but have an incomparably warm smile on his face.

It snowed on the first night of Mingyue's arrival, and this was the fifth snowy night. In the past few days, Xiao Huan and Mingyue have talked a lot of things, talked a lot, and the conversation was very speculative, and Mingyue did not even propose to leave, because Xiao Huan was very excited.

It was late at night, and the candle flame on the Tianya Tower had been extinguished. Xiao Huan shook his body vigorously, shook off the snow, and turned to walk. He had gone far away, but he couldn't help but glance back. At this glance, his heart jumped because he saw something very terrible.

However, how can you see anything that is terrible or not? What Xiao Huan saw was only one person, a masked man dressed in black. This man struck the end of the world like a bolt of lightning.

In such a dark night, the man in black quietly went to Mingyue's room. Isn't this a very terrible thing for Xiao Huan?

Xiao Huan immediately started his light work, and swept like a lightning speed. Just as he was downstairs, a woman's scream came from upstairs.

Xiao Huan suddenly felt a rush of enthusiasm rushing to his brain, and at the moment he was on tiptoe and went upstairs. He then dodged into the room, and before he could see the person, he saw a glittering long sword. His steps slipped, and he was already avoided.

The masked man didn't give him the slightest chance to breathe, his sword momentum was continuous, and his moves were ruthless, eager to cause Xiao Huan to die and was willing.

Xiao Huan is not waiting for leisure? He turned around, and then slapped his palm at the man, and at the same time, his foot slipped and blocked in front of Mingyue.

At this moment, the masked man suddenly turned around, rushed forward, and jumped off the Tianya Tower. Xiao Huan couldn't help but be stunned, and hurried to the window, but saw a black shadow in the snow shooting into the distance like an arrow. However, this man shot far away from the island, could he be from the island?

Xiao Huan suddenly remembered the conversation he had heard in the dungeon half a month ago, where Chu Yutang, the head of the Plum Blossom Sect, had scolded the maid who delivered the meal, Sha Hua, as a "cultist of the Tianyin Sect". These evil people are bound to hide on this Biluo Island, could it be the masked man who escaped?