She hurriedly looked back,

But I watched the two people laughing in the courtyard.

The man was dressed in red, and he was very dazzling. The slender white jade fingers gently plucked the ice silk strings, and the hollow sound of the piano came from afar.

The only thing that can make such a sound in the world is sycamore.

The man's piano skills seem to be very otherworldly, and a few notes make people feel like they are in a peach orchard.

His magnetic voice murmured softly to the sound of the piano, lulling people to sleep like the afternoon sun.

However, he ...... Who is it?

And who is the woman next to him who is painting?

This feeling is very inexplicable, these two people are so close to each other, but she can't see their appearances clearly, and she can't hear their voices clearly.

I just vaguely feel that there is such a wave of vitality and youth.

Qing Wei stood in place, but the scenery in front of him was constantly changing.

She deeply knew that that place was not Qingqiu, not Xiantong Forest.

When she came back to her senses, there was no longer such an empty and beautiful sound in the courtyard, and there was no man in his prime.

In a locked room in the courtyard, there was a heavy sigh, carrying too many things.

Qing Wei was stunned, his body was light, and then he floated over, floating next to the window and looking in.

The originally lively girl was already lying on the hospital bed with a haggard face, dying.

Beside her, there was still that man.

He sat cross-legged, plucking the strings with his left hand and beating the surface of the instrument with his right hand, and the two responded to each other, like rapid raindrops, like fragmentary memories.

He looked at the woman with a pale face with grief and indignation, and did not dare to shout vigorously, nor did he dare to shake himself to alarm.

Only such a thread of the strings is clasped, and a cry-like cry is heard, striking out the resentment in his heart.

…… Huangquan Biluo Mu today,

The eaves corner sycamore urges the old man.

May Acacia send red beans,

The vicissitudes of life are not free......

If you are late to return before the deadline,

The sideburns sycamore has been detached.

Acacia red beans have become porridge,

…… But this will never ...... Not interdependent......

Listening to this familiar tune, Qing Wei suddenly realized that this was-

- "Death"!

The left hand plucks the strings, and the right hand beats the surface rhythmically with the tune, isn't this "Death" or what?

……

She drank this glass of wine, and her face was wrinkled: 'Other people's wine is either spicy or fragrant, how can your wine be as bitter as medicine!' ’

"-Oh? Is it, this Immortal Jun deliberately brewed such bitterness. ”

She also laughed at him: 'Don't make excuses if you can't do it......

However, he did not panic or annoy, shook the wine in the wine bottle gently, and then drank it all.

The wine reddened his face slightly, and it was a little human in the warm wind.

He said: "This wine is called 'Chang Xiang Shou' also known as 'Death'. ”

Lovesickness and staying together are both bitter, and the so-called death is just breaking the grief and intending to send thoughts.

…… See you in the next life, where will it be so easy.

……

The pictures overlapped one by one, and Qing Wei couldn't help but panic, always feeling that something was forcing her in front of her, making it difficult for her to struggle and breathe!

Stay together, die......

Die, stay together......

The murmuring sound in my ears became clearer and farther, but it was around the beam and refused to leave for a long time.

Front

Plunged into darkness again.

I can't see my fingers.

She felt cold and moist on her face.

It was like rain sliding down on your face.

She reached out to wipe the raindrops off her cheeks, but the moment she touched her face, she uncovered a sycamore leaf.

The whole vision was filled with dazzling sunlight for a moment, and her eyeballs felt a burning pain.