In October, the night gradually became cold, and a fire made the originally withered Guanshan even more desolate, and the breeze hit, carrying the cold and burnt smell. It's just that all these not beautiful scenery are exactly the right thing in Yang Xiao's eyes. I don't know when he fell in love with the feeling of strolling at night, but with his current state of mind, he really didn't want to appreciate it, so it was so just right, there was no beautiful view, and he couldn't live up to it.

It was still the stunning woman who was by his side, and she was still just silently accompanying him. It's not that Yang Xiao hasn't seen murder, and he has killed some with his own hands, but when he looked at the more than 3,000 heads piled up in front of him, he didn't have the arrogance that he should have, nor did he take the pride and pride he deservedly, he just froze!

He understands all the truths and can think about them, but for him, who has always believed that "human life is the greatest truth in the world", he still needs time to accept it. I don't know how long it took for him to think about it anymore, he didn't want to suppress himself anymore, he trembled and howled, as if he was going to use up all his strength. The voice is dry and lingers for a long time.

I don't know how much time passed, but the howling finally subsided, and I lay on the few grasses in the mountains, as if I had no strength left. The woman in the yellow shirt stood there stunned, looking at him quietly, with an unconcealable concern on her face.

After venting, he gradually calmed down, got up and bowed to the north three times, and said silently in his heart: "Slow down, no matter what is right or wrong in life, I just wish to find a good family in the next life, and no longer suffer from swords, the little brother is here to see you off." The dead are greater, and this is also the truth in his heart.

Suddenly, I heard the sound of the pipa not far away, and the voice was mournful, like wind and dew, like crying and complaining, and I didn't feel stupid for a while. Looking for prestige, I don't know where her lute came from? But seeing the woman holding the pipa in her arms, kneeling on the grass, and plucking the strings with her fingers, it can really be said: the appearance is like a celestial person, and the sound is like a Sanskrit sound.

Seeing this, Yang Xiao was inexplicably moved, walked to her and sat down, holding his hands on the ground, looking up at the starry sky.

The yellow shirt was a little smart under the breeze, Wan'er looked at him carefully, and saw that there was a lot less sorrow between his eyebrows, so he put down his heart and said lightly: "Childe is a smart person, there is no need for the little sister to say more, but if the son does not dislike it, he will listen to Wan'er's song again." ”

"It's an honor!" Yang Xiao looked at her beautiful face, and with a smile, the beauty was thrilling.

Wan'er saw that he was looking at himself with good eyes, his face couldn't help blushing slightly, she lowered her head, gathered her mind, and made the sound of the piano with a light turn of her jade fingers. At this moment, she didn't play the "Spring River Flower Moonlight Night" that made her famous all over the world, but the song "Guangling San". "Guangling San" is also known as "Guangling Stops", how can this stupid girl's mind not make people feel distressed?

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Bamboo forest ~ bright moon view mountain snow,

The West Lake is facing the river.

The sword cries and there are tears in the sky,

No poetry, no wine, no cinnamon.

The beautiful scenery of Qingchuan should still be there,

There are books, paintings, and Ji Kang.

General Three Hundred Golden Goma,

You can ask the sky for short and long.

Ling Feng is a song of Guanglingsan,

If it is a bosom friend, it is self-defeating.

The sound of the piano is like a beautiful scenery in the ears, exciting, but after the rain, the sunset, the rainbow into the waterfall, and the yellow warbler out of the valley, are tactful and melodious, crisp and bright. The sound of the piano suddenly turned low, and it was like rain in the West Lake, and it was impossible to turn things around; It is like a whispering softly, like an empty valley orchid, soft and soft; Sometimes it is as sweet as soaked honey, which makes people feel more comfortable; Sometimes it is like water and song, clear and beautiful; Those who listen directly are refreshed and dreamlike. The fairy sound entered the painting, and he was fascinated by it.

The note slowed down and then came to the end of the song. When the song is over, I don't feel like I'm lost, and I feel a little lost in my expression. He looked at the woman in the yellow shirt, stupid and stupid. Wan'er couldn't help but laugh when she saw him looking stupid, she was already beautiful, and if she did such a demeanor, she would be discolored, even if any man in the world could not resist this peerless appearance.

"The little woman's clumsy skills, let the son see it and laugh" Yan Bi saw that he was still looking at himself stupidly, and suddenly his cheeks were red and ashamed, and he said coquettishly: "I hate it, don't look at people like this." After saying that, the sound was like a mosquito, almost inaudible.

Seeing this situation, Yang Xiao also felt very embarrassed, so he hurriedly gathered his mind and said slowly: "Let me tell you a story!" ”

So it was what she wanted, so she said hello softly and looked at him obediently.

When I was young, I liked to read, but I just thought that the world in the book was so colorful, and it was much more interesting than reality. Later, I found that there are too many books in this world, and I am afraid that I will not be able to finish reading them even if I read them for several lifetimes. This is the benefit of finding that reading more, because I heard a guy named Zhuge Liang say that reading, just look at the general situation, and don't have to worry too much about the details.

After a long time, I felt that his method was really good, and he could often read it in a week, and many people couldn't finish reading it in a year. Later, when I was older, I read novels like many people, and it was not until I was fourteen years old that I was finally fascinated by a book, and the general idea of it was thrown out of the clouds. I've read that book more than 50 times, but I still don't think I've read enough, but I only remember one of the most moving conversations.

Dunru and Xiuwen were jealous of Guo Fu's rivalry and vowed to share life and death, but Yang Guo made a plan to resolve and drive away the two of them and Guo Fu. Yang Guo waited for her to go away, and asked Xiaolongnu with a smile: "If you are her, which one will you marry?" Xiaolongnu thought sideways for a while and said, "Marry you." Yang Guo smiled: "I don't count." Miss Guo didn't like me at all. I said if you were her, which of the two martial brothers would you marry? Xiaolongnu said "um", compared the two martial arts with each other in her heart, and finally said: "I still marry you." Yang Guo was amused and grateful, stretched out his arms to hold her in his arms, and said softly: "Others are so half-hearted, but my aunt only loves me." ”

"What's the name of the book?" Dong Xiaowan was also moved when she heard this, and interjected and asked.

Yang Xiao thought about her experience, and was not surprised that she didn't know this book, so he replied: "This book is called "The Condor Heroes", but you can't see it about it. ”

"Would you like to tell me?" Dong Xiaowan blushed and plucked up the courage to say, her eyes full of hope.

Seeing this, Yang Xiao couldn't bear to refuse, so he said: "It's good, but it's going to be a long time!" ”

For many years after that, she listened to the story over and over again, as he had done back then, and she didn't know how many tears she shed and how many laughs she had. And the next novel written by her called "The Condor Heroes" has been passed down through the ages, I don't know how many talented and beautiful people have earned tears, no one knows who is the author of the signature Jin Yong?

"According to legend, there is a small island in the five turbid seas, called Wuming Island. There is a luxuriant tree growing on the island of Ignorance, called the utilitarian tree, and the leaves of this tree are very tender. There is a kind of silkworm on the utilitarian tree, this silkworm is particularly greedy, they eat the leaves desperately, they are full and full and refuse to stop, so more than 99% of this silkworm "supports" to death before it can be cocooned. They don't find it strange, because everyone does.

When I first read this story, I thought those silkworms were idiots. It was only when I grew up that I realized that none of us seemed to escape the fate of becoming the "silkworm". And a clean-minded little dragon girl is not among them. The world has drawn too many frames for us, and then the people who draw the frames become ourselves. In fact, only like the little dragon girl, there is no square circle in the eyes and heart, can you be at ease! ”

She understood his words, only this time she didn't cry, just smiled and picked up the pipa, slowly fiddled, drunk and sultry - since ancient times, beauties are like famous generals, and they are not allowed to see white heads in the world!

Time is like an invisible net, always pulling and pulling many things silently, many past and many simple hopes, are slowly forgotten in the pulling. Shakespeare said, "Time pierces the splendid delicacy of youth, and no one escapes its sweeping sickle." "We all seem to watch time slip away in the palm of our hands, watching the years caress like the wind, leaving no trace.

When the piano sounded, the sky was lonely, and the snow was all over the mountain!