The sunset, the back, the quiver, the messy hair.

When Shi Ji walked out, he saw such a picture: the red-hot sunset on the horizon outlined his outline vigorously, perhaps because the remnant sun was weak, his back was blurred, but the shadow on the ground was extremely clear, and it was stretched extremely long.

His whole being was embedded in the blood-red remnant sun, and his long thick hair twisted and undulated like a burning red wave.

He stood there silently, motionless, his body not very strong but like a mountain, an extremely heavy mountain, motionless like a mountain.

A clear and vague picture appeared in Shi Ji's mind, the sun was setting, the forest was dyed, and a handsome strange man came from the sky, he was carrying an arrow bag, his hair dancing in the wind like a wild wave, but her facial expression was not clear to her.

A hundred years, too long, this is an old painting hidden in the depths of memory, time has gradually worn away the light, leaving behind the thickest and most vivid colors, the most important things, the most striking features, red, the arrows that saved her, the wild long hair in the wind.

The two paintings are slowly overlapping, whether the old painting covers the new painting or the new painting covers the old painting, she can't tell the difference, she doesn't care anymore, the feelings have changed, and the things she cares about have changed.

He moved, he took out a long arrow, a long, long arrow, he held the long arrow in his knuckled hands, and then he stepped forward and stabbed out, this arrow was very slow, very slow, the heartbeat of the slow person was gone, and Shi Ji could not hear his own heartbeat.

Not only her heart, but her people were still, only the arrow was moving, inch by inch, piercing towards the last sun, an arrow hit the bull's-eye, the sun disappeared, and it was dark.

When Shi Ji regained her heartbeat, it was already dark, and she looked at the back of the night in a trance, whether the thorn fixed her heart or took her heart, she couldn't figure it out.

"Begin practicing with me tomorrow. A deep voice rang in her ears.

"Oh. Shi Ji nodded stunnedly.

"Let's go back. ”

"Oh. ”

The two walked back to the courtyard one after the other, Hou Yi returned to the stone house, and Shi Ji entered the stone circle.

The night breeze blew gently, the flower branches above the head shook gently, a petal fell, Shi Ji reached out, put it to his mouth and blew gently, and the petals flew up the branches.

"Combat Skills...... It turns out that this is a combat skill. ”

Shi Ji came back to her senses, and she muttered a song that she loved very much: "The east wind blooms thousands of trees at night, and it blows down, and the stars are like rain." BMW carved cars are full of fragrance. The sound of the phoenix flute moves, the light of the jade pot turns, and the fish and dragon dance all night. The moth snow willow is golden, and the smile is full of dark fragrance. The crowd looked for him thousands of times, and suddenly looked back, but the man was there, and the lights were dim. ”

The crowd looked for him thousands of times, and suddenly looked back, but the man was there, and the lights were dim. Shi Ji smiled faintly, letting the petals fall on her head, her eyes closed, and her faint breath dispersed into the square circle.