As a last resort, I had to follow the same path and return to the embankment - the embankment was empty, there was still no one, and perhaps for most people, watching the "tide" at night was not a good choice. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 infoWithout the echo of the embankment, the sound of the tide sounds more real. The two of them walked for several miles on the embankment, and the moon gradually rose, hanging brighter and more round in the sky, but in the broken and howling water, it was never reflected in the slightest shape of it.

"Jiang Chao...... It's as powerful as that. Thorn sat down in one place, watching the tide swell in the distance, "I've heard that the tide of the sea is even stronger. ”

"Zhejiang tide is the most dangerous and spectacular every year at this time. Jun Li sat down with her, "As for the tide - it's a little different from this one. ”

"Have you ever been to the beach?" said Thorn yearningly, "you must have been." But I ...... I've never been anywhere, and I've never seen the sea even what it's like. From this Zhejiang all the way east, you will reach the sea, right?"

Jun Li nodded, "Yes, it used to be the East China Sea." ”

"It's a pity that you told Brother Shen that you would return to Lin'an in only three or four days, so you must have too late to go to the East China Sea to have a look...... Brother Jun Li, in the future, you will always take me to see it, right?"

"In the future, when we are looking for a calm time, we can take a boat all the way from Lin'an - not only to the sea, but also to the island. ”

"Okay. Thorn said happily, "We have seen the lake and the river one by one, and now we have to look at the river and the sea." ”

Her happy appearance made Jun Li's heart move. Ten miles of river wind - not to mention ten miles - on this night it was gentle and warm. He reached out to hug her, and she leaned over and leaned on his shoulder. He only had to look down a little to see her damp hair and cheeks, and her reddened lips.

These lips made him seem to recall something for a moment. He stayed for a moment, "I seem...... Got it. He muttered to himself.

"You know what?" Thorn looked up curiously.

"I know...... Where did you find out that day...... I've drunk the tea of the light rain......"

Thorn felt his heart beat faster. She didn't dare look at him. His hand was already on her cheek, and his fingertips seemed to draw a chill from the dripping of wet hair, but his lips were already warm—hot enough to counteract all the cold. Her body still trembled when her lips touched, but today he didn't let go of her - he felt that he could occasionally believe Shen Fengming's words - he said that Thorn was a little girl, give her some time, she would always slowly soften.

Shen Fengming forgot to tell him that such a wait was enough to provoke himself.

His lips were soft, and the corners of his mouth were moist—he sucked a little along the moist corners of her mouth, sniffed into her neck, and breathed in the salty water and grass of the river on her. The damp placket outlined her undulations, and he was intoxicated. He couldn't tell whether it was the sound of the waves or his own desires that were being layered layer by layer. He reached out and touched her body. For a moment, he felt like he was in a dream again—in all those dreams in which he forgot all his shame and did whatever he wanted.

Isn't it like a dream tonight? The moonlight that softens everything gently shines on the riverbank, and the sound of the waves is enough to cover up all the recklessness. He knew, however, that it was not a dream—for, taken together, all the dreams he had experienced, could not be compared to the real night—lips and tongue and skin, expressions or whispers—this vivid and luscious flesh was not a blanket he had ever held, nor was it beyond the reach of the black-and-white self-loss and vague illusions.

He leaned her back against the embankment, and met her eyes in a moment of drunkenness. "Brother Junli. Thorn made a small sound timidly and hesitantly. But she didn't move. Her eyes were on him—as she looked up at every night and the sky.

He read in her brow all the indulgence she had not changed with him from the beginning.

All reason had been dissipated by her indulgence—he felt that he had loved her so much in this drunken moment more than all the life of the past twenty years, and that he had to squeeze himself into her life with all his might.

The night is full, the wind is moving, the tide is rising - under the embankment and on the embankment, outside the dream and in the dream. What I heard in my ears and what I looked at in my eyes was the crashing waves crashing on the shore and the waves being turbulent. What should not be, what could not, what could not be done, what could not be told motives, seemed to be torn to pieces by the turbulence of the night—in the repetition of the time, her wet clothes were stained with mud, and her long hair was more and more scattered, but he felt that she was like a drop of morning dew, which could not be sipped no matter how much he sipped it.

Until, a wave startled him. In the middle of the night, the tide swelled back, and the huge waves reveled, and for a moment they crossed the height of the embankment, and once again the wet water fell from behind them. His back was suddenly cold, his hot body was cold, and he seemed to wake up from a dream, coming back to his senses from a blank space - his chest was heaving, and she was still in his arms.

Little by little, he let go of her, and stared at her for a long time.

The feeling of shame did not come as expected—there was no remorse and shame after waking up and falling. He was not ashamed. He only felt happy. In addition, it is also mixed with a bit of trance and hard to believe.

"Brother Jun Li......" He saw the slight movement between his lips, "Hug me......"

He came to his senses and hugged her again. If it weren't for the second wave that quickly followed, he might have been able to hold her until dawn. At this time, he had to get up and look down the embankment - really, the tide of the river had filled the embankment at some point, and a wave of waves was pushing each other to come, and the third and fourth waves would soon come, and the tide was approaching the top of the embankment little by little.

He woke up more and more, and quickly picked up his clothes: "Thorn, get up quickly." ”

The thorn tore through his shirt and covered him, but he did not get up.

“...... What's wrong?" he hesitated as he reached out to wipe the water from her face, "...... Are you alright?"

Her appearance inexplicably reminded him of the words "cold mud and wild thorns".

"You...... Aren't you hugging me?" Her eyes reflected the moonlight, hazy and moist.

Jun Li was stunned for a moment. Probably he was really used to her appearance of never showing weakness, but now that he was suddenly coquettish, he was a little dazed. If it weren't for the growing tide and the colder night wind, he would still have time to grind slowly with her, but now, he could only wrap her clothes indiscriminately by himself, and whispered softly: "If you don't leave, you will really be swept away by the tide." I'll carry you away. ”

He really carried her - he knew in his heart that he would not be able to return to the town because of such an embarrassment, but fortunately he was familiar with an abandoned dragon king temple on the way here, and he could probably allow the two of them to repair it a little.

The thorn lay on his shoulder, and was silent for a while, and at last he seemed to wake up from a great shock of disbelief and ignorance, and suddenly he burst into tears. "How can you ...... How can you do this to me?" she couldn't stop crying, struggling, slapping him one after another, "What if...... If my dad knew, he would ...... I'm going to kill my ......!"

Jun Li's mind was also chaotic for a while, and he didn't know how to answer her. He knew that although he had a strong heart for her, he should never do such a thing before he got married, especially before he had worshiped Fengyun. But he couldn't tell that this was not his intention, and he didn't want to find any reason for himself, so he could only walk with his head bored and not say a word.

The sound of the stabbing faded away. Probably finally tired, she stopped crying and fluttering, and only lowered her voice, crying out cold.

The night was really cold. The midnight wind blew through his watery clothes, blowing the sweat just now into a shiver, and she hugged his neck more and more in a daze. The water should not have been able to wash away the temple of the Dragon King—he let her go in the temple. Maybe it was cold, maybe it was tired, maybe it was sleepy, maybe it was even scared - she looked drowsy, and as soon as she leaned on the prayer pillar in the temple, she hung her head and did not say a word.

The offering table in front of the statue of the dragon king was broken, and the two crooked legs could not support half of the plank, and they fell to the ground. There was nothing to offer. Since the west of the town built a "Tanah Lot Temple" more than ten years ago, this ancient "Dragon King Temple" seems to be no longer remembered. Even the kneeling futon was mostly broken, and the thatch in the core dragged out like a belly.

Jun Li simply pulled out all the thatch, took a few strands, and tried to light a fire together with the wood that had been removed from the half of the offering table, and spread the rest of the hay on the ground, allowing the thorns to lie down and rest for a while.

"Let's bake our clothes, and when you're feeling better, and when it's not cold, we'll go back to the inn." He said to her.

Thorn lay down and did not speak, as if the bright light of the fire could not make her happy.

"Thorn?" he called her carefully. "Are you angry?"

The thorn remained silent, as if he had fallen asleep.

Jun Li also stopped talking, and first set his robe on the fire and baked it. It was only when the dry, soft robe fell over the thorn that she finally felt the warmth, rolled over, and looked at him with wide eyes.

"Brother Jun Li, you ...... You'll marry me, won't you?" she couldn't tell whether it was water or tears.

He smiled slightly in the light of the light and dark jumping, "Of course. ”

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When all the clothes were dry, the thorn was really asleep. The fire was still ringing, and Jun Li was stunned for a while, only to find that his hair was still dripping with water.

Only then did he remember to reach out and pluck the Dao flute from his head, and scatter his hair. The wet hair hit his shoulders cold, but he didn't seem to realize it, and only held the hairpipe between his fingers unconsciously. He didn't know what he was thinking—what was a long time ago, or what was a long time to come, the good past, or the worst of the futures—but so what? The difficulty of fate, the gamble of the road ahead, did not give him a way out—then, in this way, it was also good.

"Master," he murmured, "Actually, you know better than I do, right?"

After a moment of silence, he smiled again, "If there's anything to come, come." Whatever it is, I'm going to suffer like that. ”

With a slight movement of his fingertips, he gently threw the wooden flute into the fire, as if it was not the heaviest Yinuo in his life.