It probably doesn't make sense to like it, or it just doesn't make sense. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 The Info monk pays attention to the face and heart, but in an instant, Li Suizhu changed like twenty flowers again.

"I'll play you a tune. Li Suizhu smiled, "I know all about piano, chess, calligraphy and painting." ”

Wu Yue said: "Okay." ”

The peach blossoms fell one by one, Li Suizhu plucked the strings, and the music had a sound.

The first time we met, we missed it when we were young.

The second time we met, I missed it in my heart.

This is the third time we have met, and I only want you.

Wu Yue looked down at his clothes, and he didn't know when he liked to wear white clothes the most, probably after his hands were full of red.

The sound of the piano is melodious, and the branches and leaves of the peach blossom trees are swaying. Wu Yue raised his hand, the wind blew, and the petals passed through Wu Yue, and it turned out that the person had dissipated, as if it was just a dream.

"Would you like to take me away now?" After a song, Li Suizhu raised his head and looked at the front seriously, his face was red. Where else is there in front of me? Li Suizhu didn't seem to know at all, and after asking, he lowered his head and continued to pluck the strings, and the song began.

"No, you can't. Wu Yue muttered. He was already standing outside the small courtyard, holding a peach blossom on it, and the peach blossoms were blooming on it.

The third soul of the year, Wu Yue did not bring it up, but completely fused with Li Luzhu. There are also some indescribable things that have happened between the two of them, so he doesn't know whether Li Suizhu's feelings are true or false, or he already has an answer.

I don't know how many times the plaque has been changed in Princess Youping's Mansion back then, and the owner doesn't know how much it has been changed.

Wu Yue looked at it in a daze for a long time, and his emotions were really complicated. For that woman, I can't tell whether it is resentment, hatred or guilt, and there may be a trace of love.

Wu Yue found a roadside and planted this peach blossom, not knowing if it would bud next year.

Many things are destined to be unknown to anyone.

Many people know about that battle, but very few people see it. But since then, the entire fairy world has entered the era of the end of the law, and the monk has slowly become a legend. Regardless, few people deny that the battle was a battle to save the world.

Everyone knows that there are two main characters in it: Wu Yue from the mountain, and Zhang Xuandao, the tower of the sky. If there is more, there will be a sky full of dragons. But one of the most important people is little known, he is the old Huangshan Yu, of course. Wu Daofa has planned for a thousand years, and someone has also planned for a thousand years, and this person is Yu of course.

The world doesn't know this, but at most it knows that this person has helped. No one knows, of course, Yu set up a thousand-year-old array, pumped the spiritual power of the entire immortal world, and used five hundred monks as chess to break the immortality of Wu Daofa.

There is a mountain under the mountain where there is an immortal soul, there are immortals and demons on the mountain, and the stone tablets on the back mountain are full of words that others can't understand. Of course, one more piece.

"Hi everyone, I'm from 2010 and I'm leaving here. As for that big demon beast, I really can't control it, so the matter of saving the world will be handed over to you, and I will rest first. ”

In the same year, a young man from Taiqing Palace carried a wooden sword to climb the mountain.

Wu Yue thought that he knew what others didn't know, but he didn't know how many people thought the same.

A hundred years ago.

"Mother, why don't I have a father?" At that time, it was still Princess Youping's Mansion, a five or six-year-old girl, asked in a milky voice.

The person she called her mother was a noble woman, who didn't speak for a long time when she heard the girl's words, looking at the little girl's eyes full of perseverance, the woman said slowly: "Your father, your father is dead, and he died fighting for the country." ”

The little girl cried as soon as she was a child, and Mrs. Huagui didn't speak, nor did she hold a little girl, and she didn't comfort her, she just pursed her lips.

Year after year, year after year, year after year.

The little girl of the year is already slim, and the noble lady is still the same as before.

"Mother, who is my father? I just want to know his name, know the name of this negative person, and avenge you. The young woman said fiercely.

Mrs. Huagui was silent for a long time and said, "No." ”

There are many pains and feelings in the world, and love and hate each other are the most common and the most incomprehensible.

"Why?" the young woman looked stunned.

"Let's go. The lady said softly, "Go to this world, do what you want, and wait for you to come back." ”

The young woman frowned, but walked away anyway.

And again.

When the mother and daughter met, the young woman's face was excited, maybe after looking at a lot of things, the whole person was different, and said loudly: "Mother, I have seen General Wu! Yes, he's very handsome and looks very young......"

The noble lady was smiling all the time, listening to the young woman's chatter.

"It was he who saved me, taught me to cultivate, and said, well, and said that he felt destined for me at first sight....... Also, he has a subordinate who said that their General Wu rarely laughs, and he hasn't seen me smile much for more than ten years, and he said that he wants me to be his general's wife. I like him too, but I like him like that, not like that. ”

The young woman kept talking, she hadn't seen her for a few years, and she knew that her mother's love was deep.

"Mother, I won't ask who my father is in the future. It doesn't matter if he's alive or dead, but he doesn't want us anymore, and I don't care about him anymore. The young woman laughed, "I told General Wu about this, and she told me so, which makes sense." ”

The young woman didn't notice that her mother's hand suddenly trembled, and the tea in her hand rippled a lot.

"But General Wu is also very bad, and said that I was actually picked up by my mother. He hasn't seen you again, so how does he know that we don't look alike? And, let me tell you, they all say that I look very similar to General Wu, with similar noses and eyes. ”

It seems that there is no end to the words.

"If only he were my father. Hey, mother, what .......do you say" The young woman's words suddenly stopped, her eyes were full of suspicion, and she said, "No, my father is really ......."

"Hahaha, I'm just kidding. The young woman grinned.

The noble lady breathed a sigh of relief, her palms were already full of sweat, "You kid." ”

The young woman smiled and said, "Mother, I'll go back to my house first." As he spoke, he walked away and was full of joy.

It wasn't until she went into her room that tears flowed down her face, and the young woman couldn't help crying.

"There are so many coincidences in the world, I know, I know ......." The young woman clenched her fists, slowly released them for a long time, and wrote three words on the ground.

Li Ranyuan.

It doesn't come naturally, there is no fate and no return, and then it is said to be separated.

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Picking peach blossoms every year, I only hope that the beauty will have it every year.

If there are no peach blossoms on the tree, the broken branches should also be given to the beauty.

Blowing the wind, May 5.

Peach blossoms bloom all over the ground.

The beauty is there, and the lover is not there.

Under the peach blossom tree, there is no beauty in sight.

If you don't pick peach blossoms, you can see beautiful women.

Pick peach blossoms and give them to beautiful women.

Wu Yue read softly, and a scholar next to him heard it, bowed down and said, "Brother Ren should be a great talent." The man who got up was nowhere to be seen.

Wu Yue took a step, one step is thousands of miles, and another step is already outside the sky. There are still readers in the same place who read carefully: "A good song "Picking Peach Blossoms, Giving Beauty", there is nothing more ruthless in the world than this. (To be continued.) )