The sound of rain is like a harp, whispering.

When he walked through the winding corridor step by step, the rain was falling and the cold wind was slanting, and Rong Pian felt that he had stepped into the past.

At that time, there was also a person who led him like this, walking back and forth through this deep corridor, touching his hair, and the sadness in his eyes was about to overflow.

At that time, he met Shuoyue in this corridor, when he was only a half-old child, carrying a paper lantern, and his body was as weak as a piece of paper.

Sometimes the fate between people is very shallow, one side of the relationship, waving hands and separation, however, the relationship between them seems to have never been broken.

Now, he has met Weaving Dream again, going around and around, and he can't escape the cage of fate.

Rong Pian quietly leaned forward to block the oncoming cold wind, and Weaving Dream followed him silently, following in unison, without saying a word.

A pair of beautiful eyes were lifeless, staring blankly at the ground.

The silence was a bit too much.

Weaving Dream has been in Qingcheng Villa for nearly a month, and his body is gradually healing, but with a trend that is visible to the naked eye, he is gradually becoming silent.

A month ago, his heart was like a knife, and he brought Weaving Dream back to Qingcheng in the northwest camp.

It's probably because his mind has always been heavier, and he can't let go of the appearance of seeing Weaving Dream almost collapse.

Too helpless, too vulnerable.

even made him a little resentful of the negligence of Zhu'an.

Why didn't you protect her, why wasn't she there at that time?

She needed him so much.

However, even if he discarded the love of continuing his life, such a benevolent young man, he couldn't even dislike half of it.

What's more, he knows that Weaving Dreams is happy, and people like him are destined to exist only in the dark, he is cold by nature, and he doesn't know how to love people, so he didn't want to fight for anything at that time, and even felt that Weaving Dreams should be with Chase An, they are fresh and beautiful, standing side by side, like an unattainable dream.

However, no matter what he did, he heard Weaving Dream crying blood and tears, and called softly and helplessly, "Rong Pi, can you take me away?"

Yes, Weaving Dream was in tears and asked him to take her away.

He looked at her pain, looked at her plea, and his heart was sour, and he had an unprecedented impulse to be brave, to go to the light, and then to hold her.

He was going to take her back to Qingcheng and hide her so that she would not be hurt again.

He also wanted to keep her on the tip of his heart.

He couldn't refuse her request, so he gently took her into his arms and said to her, Well, let's go back to Qingcheng.

Weaving Dream was too seriously injured, he invited all the doctors in Qingcheng, except for telling her to improve her body a little, no one could cure Weaving Dream's eyes, let alone the cultivation of that body.

She couldn't see it.

He was running around for this matter, and the soup and water were boiled out one after another, but Weaving Dream only whispered to him - don't worry about me anymore, it can't be cured...... It doesn't matter anymore.

If he could, he would have given her a mirror, so that she could see the paleness of his face when he said this.

However, weaving dreams is indeed true, losing the light, and wasting a body of cultivation.

He couldn't bear to look at it, and he couldn't bear to puncture the strength that Weaving Dream tried so hard to disguise.

The saddest person is Weaving Dreams.

After more than half a month of recuperation, Weaving Dream's body has recovered a lot, but people are becoming more and more silent.

The pain of falling from the clouds and being injured is unforgettable.

What can it be, when Weaving Dream begged him to take her away, he lost and was a mess.

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Carefully escorted Weaving Dream into the room and sat down at the table, Rong Lian poured a glass of warm water and gently brought it to her hand.

Touching the back of her hand with the warm cup wall, Weaving Dream reached out and took it, his eyes lowered, and he thanked him carefully.

For such a month, she has always been like this, and how can he be embarrassed, how to deal with himself?

He sat aside, held a glass of warm water in the palm of his hand, felt the warmth from his fingertips, lowered his head, and said lightly: "Ah Meng." ”

"Hmm, what's the matter?"

"Later, I invited a pharmacist to come and have a look with you, I heard that the pharmacist went on a daily trip to heal the world, and only recently returned to the city, I must have some ability, just please come and take a look. ”

"Well, it's hard work. Weaving Dream lowered his eyes, rubbed his fingertips lightly on the wall of the cup a few times, and then, pretending to be relaxed, "I've been bothering you these days, Rong Pis." ”

“......”

His fingertips trembled, and he almost crushed the porcelain cup in his hand.

Again.

He thought that after waking up from Weaving Dream, there would be some emotions to vent, such as, crying aggrieved, angry and unwilling, at least, it shouldn't be this calm acceptance, the heart is like ashes.

When she woke up, her fingers trembled and touched her eyes, as if to confirm something, and then, she froze and quietly pinched her fingertips, and the dazzling fluorescence of the past was no longer flying on her fingertips, and she suddenly fell silent.

never mentioned how she was, but began to speak sullenly, which made it difficult to adapt for a while after getting used to her lively and cheerful.

He couldn't help but smile bitterly, what if he brought her back, what if he hid her in Qingcheng, the mind of weaving dreams was not here at all, even if he knew it from the beginning, it still made him feel bitter.

The dissatisfaction accumulated day and night was finally vented in this polite and alienated thanks.

"Dream weaving, what do you want me to do?"

Weaving Dream was startled by his sudden questioning, his body trembled, raised his head, and looked at him blankly, "Rong...... Mercy?"

After not receiving an answer for a long time, Weaving Dream put down the cup and was about to stand up, asking in a panic, "Am I ...... I'm causing you trouble again, if...... If it's inconvenient for me to stay in Qingcheng, then ......"

Presumably she was going to say again, can you please send me to Lake City, she can go back to the Phantom Flower Palace.

There was some ominous curse in the stone palace of Lake City, which made the palace guards want to hide in the huge tomb in the end.

If this is the case with the New Moon, should she be like this?

How can it!

In the end, the diaphragm that has accumulated over time, the cup in Rong Lian's hand still can't escape the misfortune of being crushed, and it clicks and explodes.

Weaving Dream was startled, and when she wanted to grope to find Rong Lian's position, Rong Lian had already leaned over and grabbed her shoulder, with some force, and her tone was a little eager that she had never been before, "Weaving Dreams!

"Why do you never bow down to me, show weakness to me, just because I'm not ...... You're just looking like this to get away from me?"

"Why don't you say a few more words?

She couldn't see Rong Pian's expression, but she could hear a trace of suppressed pain in Rong Pian's voice, as if he was talking to her, but not as if he was asking her.

She felt a little dazed.

The movement in the house was too abrupt in the silent courtyard, and a hurried footsteps soon sounded in the corridor outside the door.

"Childe?"

Biluo hurriedly ran in from outside the door, and when she saw the blood beads gushing in Rong Lian's palm, she was suddenly a little anxious, and rushed over to grab his hand to inspect it.

"Why did you accidentally scratch your palm? This is ......" Bi Luo retracted, carefully looking at the two of them, not daring to continue asking.

Weaving Dream fell back to the stool in despair, although his eyes were blank, there were a few tears in the corners of his eyes, and he stared uneasily in the direction of Rong Pian, like some kind of frightened little animal.

She was nervous and uneasy, but because she was blind and couldn't see Rong Pitian's expression, her heart collapsed even more, and she was empty with the wind, bringing a little rain outside the window.

She didn't even know why Rong Lian was so angry all of a sudden.

Biluo only felt that the atmosphere in the room was subtle and made her uncomfortable, so she quickly changed the topic, "Childe...... Childe, wait a minute, I'll go and ask the pharmacist to come over now!"

Thinking about it, Rong Lian indifferently pushed her hand away, said no more, and walked straight out.

"Childe, where are you going? Your hands are still bleeding!"

Hearing from Biluo's words, Rong Lian was leaving, Weaving Dream suddenly buried his face in his palm and whimpered quietly.

The caution she had been building up for a long time suddenly broke the embankment under Rong Pian's anger.

She clearly endured it for a long time before burying the pain in her heart a little deeper.

She didn't want to open her eyes, she could only see the chaotic darkness in front of her, she didn't want to perceive that the deep internal force that existed in her body was as vast as the sea, and it would be annihilated overnight.

She's a blind waste now, and she doesn't want to upset the people around her anymore, but why is this little effort a mess?

The pain that had been suppressed for a long time was suddenly pierced, and she couldn't suppress it, only to feel that it was raining in her eyes.

I had never seen Rong Lian have been so angry, and Biluo didn't dare to chase after him anymore, so he had to turn his head to comfort Weaving Dream, looking at the cup that was crushed and smashed, and guessing something in his heart.

She is not too old in the end, and she is not very good at comforting people, so she can only pat the back of Weaving Dreams, and hurriedly comfort, "The girl is not strange, the son has always been steady, and he must be angry with the girl when he is angry, don't cry, don't cry!"

"Childe treats the girl very attentively, but the girl is alienated everywhere, how can you make the childe not angry?"

"I've never seen Childe so good to anyone, Childe is really, how did he lose his temper......" Biluo said that he was silent, as if he remembered something, and his face suddenly darkened for a moment, "Yes...... Don't cry, don't cry......"

The sound of rain outside the door did not stop, dripping, weaving dreams sat at the table, hiding her face and crying, the appearance of this pear blossom with rain reminded her of some old things, and suddenly understood where Rong Lian's sudden anger came from.

She thought, it's not as she said, Weaving Dreams' overly cautious attitude makes Rong Pian angry, and it's not incomprehensible to fall into such a miserable situation, and become uneasy and restrained, Childe is a very patient person, and he won't be able to wait for this transitional period for a while, about, Childe just saw the shadow of the old man from this girl.

That is the most difficult scar in Childe's heart, and even she and Huang Quan must not mention the old thing.

She turned her head to look out the window, as if there was a shadow flickering, the sky was bleak, she opened her mouth, and quietly read a sentence, the thin shadow is shining in the spring water, and I have to pity me.

Who is bound by this heaven and earth?