"Yes, there is a lake before there is a sea. Shui Juan smiled at Ye Sheng.

"Yes, after there was a lake, there was a sea. Ye Sheng smiled and closed his eyes, "The sea is full of tears, the tears of the lake." ”

The calm voice did not continue, or rather paused, but there were too many sighs in the calm voice, and the drifting fading sound marks kept going towards the sea, wanting to reach the other side of the sea.

However, it was never reached.

Someone, crying.

Maybe it wasn't crying, but it left tears.

Shui Juan kept tears, Bai Yu kept tears, and Ku'er also shed tears.

"It was a sad story, or rather, a tearful story, just a tearful story. Ye Sheng said softly, "There is a lake, and she fell in love with a bridge." ”

"A wooden bridge over the lake, which has existed since before the lake had a spirit, has been across a small lake. ”

When the lake had spirituality, she hated the bridge that was always above her head, and she hated it very much, and as time passed, her hate gradually turned into hate. ”

She came up with a solution, which was to flood the bridge, so she worked hard to grow and the lake got bigger and bigger. ”

But the bridge also had a spirit, and he seemed to know what she wanted to do, and he was playing tricks on her, and as she grew, he grew older. ”

Speaking of this, Ye Sheng stopped, and some wanted to open his eyes, but he hesitated for a long time and was always closed.

With my eyes closed, I have a lake and a bridge in my mind.

A mutual chase that would not end for a short period of time went on for a long time, until both sides were impatient.

The lake stopped growing, and the bridge stopped growing.

She began to cry because no matter how hard she tried, she could not keep up with his growth.

He panicked. I wanted to comfort her, but I didn't know how to comfort her...... He began to think that maybe because it was a bridge, his wisdom was limited, and he never thought of it.

Ye Sheng didn't speak again. But all the people felt his mind and saw such a lake and a bridge.

The lake is crying.

The bridge was thinking.

The water of the lake gradually changed its taste under the effect of tears, and the water of the lake also increased.

When the bridge saw that the lake was getting more and more, it seemed that he had thought of a way, that is, to stop growing and let the lake get closer and closer to him.

Finally, he and she came into contact.

She stopped crying and burst into laughter, and the smile was only seen by him.

He laughed too. No longer thinking, a smile fell into her eyes.

They snuggled up to each other all the time, and they could both feel each other's happiness.

But one day he collapsed and fell into her arms.

Overwhelmed, she began to cry again, and more and more water completely submerged him.

After that, they were together.

It seems like a sad story. It seems that there is a perfect ending...... Is that really the case?

He left, died.

The body is eroded by the salty water of the lake. After being extremely fragile, she finally fell into her arms, and there was nothing to think about except for some small reluctant thoughts.

Actually, he still thinks about a lot of things and wants to be with her all the time.

But he couldn't. Left, didn't think she would be sad.

She guarded him, who had already left, and tears flowed involuntarily...... More and more, more and more, so much that it is out of control.

"So. With the sea. Ye Sheng said in words, "The lake has become the sea." ”

The role of words is sometimes not enough, in addition to those thoughts that are not understood, bring in a feeling of your own, think of the person in the story as yourself, and the ending will be different.

At least, someone is crying.

"Brother Ye Sheng, is this story true?" asked Ku'er with tears in her eyes.

"It's not. Ye Sheng smiled, "I heard that." ”

Laughing, laughing happily, but the tears are falling, and I don't know why there are tears, and why the tears are falling.

However, he cried.

It wasn't a true story, but it was a story he had heard, and everything in the story didn't matter, only the person who told the story in the first place mattered.

"And I'm here. Shui Juan took Ye Sheng's hand and smiled with tears in her eyes, "I'm not her, but I'm a part of her, I will work hard, try to love you like her." ”

She didn't say that she loved him more than the one she used to be, but she said that she would love him like the one she used to be, maybe she didn't do it, but she would work hard, keep trying.

If you love him, you will strive to be her, like her.

"Thank you!"

"Thank you!"

Ye Sheng and Shui Juan both smiled, and only they could understand their words.

Close together, raise your head slightly, and look at the night sky, not only the night sky...... They see a lot of things.

There are many things in the real world, there are many things in the imaginary world, and there are many more things between the real and the unreal.

They see, they just see, they say nothing, they do nothing.

"Actually, Ku'er is so envious of Brother Ye Sheng and Sister Shui Juan. Ku'er said with a smile, and only sincere wishes could be seen on her little face.

"When Ku'er grows up, you can also find someone who likes Ku'er and likes Ku'er at the same time. Tianxue said softly.

"Ku'er doesn't grow up, and Ku'er doesn't want to grow up. Ku'er narrowed his eyes, "Now Ku'er likes his brother and sister, and his brother and sister like Ku'er very much." ”

"Ku'er is so good!" Li Yuchen touched Ku'er's head, and there was a trace of indistinguishable bitterness in his smile.

"Ku'er is the most sensible!"

"I like bitterness the most!"

"It's a pleasure to be with Ku'er. ”

The words of sincerity brought joy to stay under the night sky, gently waving in the air under the occasional sea breeze, and gradually moving backwards with time, gradually reaching dawn.

Watching the sunrise on the beach, with your back to the water, is different from watching the sunset, and you have a clear heart when the cool breeze blows.

The sun rises in the east, and it is not just the sun that rises.

"To the bridge, to the other side of the sea. Ye Sheng said.

Shui Juan waved her hand, and a light rain fell in the sky, and the rain fell on her body, not reducing the warmth of the sun, as well as the slightest warmth and coolness, as if falling on the bottom of her heart.

In the rain, the beach becomes shorter.

In the rain, there is a bridge over the beach.

It was a wooden bridge, but it had a rainbow of light, shining on the water below the bridge.

"The lake used to be called Nianqiao Sea. Ye Sheng said suddenly.

After speaking, the figures standing on the beach are standing on the bridge, without deliberately moving, the bridge is to take the people standing on the bridge forward, to the sea, towards the other side of the bridge, the other side of the sea.

At the end of the bridge, another piece of land - a small island.

The moment they left the bridge, the figures on the bridge became smaller, the size of a finger.

An island, no longer an island. (To be continued.) )