The peach blossoms are leisurely, and the drizzle falls on the world.

This is a painting of the country.

In this painting, there are two figures, standing embracing each other, watching the scenery of mountains and rivers.

It's just that in this painting, the pen is written one word.

It's a forgotten word.

Forgetting words means forgetting each other. Back then, when Chu Cheng saw this painting, and when he saw this forgotten word again, he knew the last wish left by the most important woman in his heart before going to the dead end.

Her last wish was to make Chu Cheng forget her. Let him tear this picture apart with his own hands.

Did you just forget?

He can't forget it, even if the heavens and the earth are in turmoil, and the vast world collapses, until he still has his last breath, he can't forget it.

Life is bitter and in love with the world, he Chu Cheng, looking at thousands of beauties, many of them have admiration for him, but none of them can enter his eyes.

It's not because those beauties aren't superior enough, but because his heart is only enough to occupy the weight of one person.

Love is like a gossamer, people are like flying flotsam, and they are consumed in the passing years, and they become appearances, and more are the vicissitudes of life. The only thing that does not change is his heart.

Now, Chu Cheng can only guarantee that his heart will remain the same.

"You're looking at you, and I'm obsessed. I still remember that day... You have completed me with a picture and returned to my body and soul. ”

The cool breeze in winter and rain in summer, the drizzle between the mountain clouds is more continuous, almost bursting out of the painting, and the two white clothes are also more confused in the rain curtain.

Chu Cheng stood up from his cross-seated seat, step by step, walking in the red sky.

One step to get acquainted, two steps to know each other, three steps to cherish each other, four steps to fall in love, five steps to keep each other.

It's just that this sixth step, Chu Cheng hasn't taken it again.

This sixth step is parting.

With the stop of this fifth step, the night and starlight of the ten directions rotated even faster. That round of bright moon is also shining all over.

In the sheltered passage, on the other side of the world, the tide rose in the lake, and not a drop of water fell from the sky.

The boundless drizzle curtain hung in the air, and the direction of convergence was behind Chu Cheng.

The scenery in the painting also flows faster. It's just that the painting isn't working.

What is running is Chu Cheng's beating heart, and it is the past scenes in his memory.

It was, that night.

In the middle of the moon, the fruit forest swayed, and the bells formed a musical sound, with whispers and whispers, and they knew their hearts without words.

This is a thousand thoughts.

The long night is not young, and the mountains are full of flowers. There was laughter.

"At the beginning, the people of the world regarded you and me as a fairy couple, a good story. Now, it's not the same. You are not there, but in my dreams, you are always there. ”

once made a vow, waiting for 10,000 years, stepping on the dust together, and keeping the time together. But in the end, at the end of the snow, I will not see the person I have been thinking of in my heart.

The warm wind rises at the end of the day, what is the gentleman's will, and he has been together for 10,000 years.

This painting was painted by Yinlin. is to keep Chu Cheng and carry him with him for a lifetime. All the splendid scenery in this painting is painted by her. It's just too lonely to be alone.

Now Chu Cheng, how could it not be so.

The years pass without waves, and the snap of a finger is a lifetime of autumn. In this life, the figure in the dream is not there after all.

The spring breeze is ten miles of tenderness, how can I help it, the wings are unmatched, the sound of the strings is broken, the white silk fragrance is reduced, and there is no fairy envy of the mandarin ducks.

Chu Cheng raised his hand, and when his fingertips touched the void, it was ink dyeing.

In the painting, the continuous drizzle became a veil, but this time, after looking through the autumn water, I finally saw the woman clearly.

This is the unparalleled elegance that belongs to Chu Cheng alone, and it is the only one in the world.

Back then, Yinlin wanted to keep Chu Cheng in his heart forever, so that others would die but not disperse, but he would be empty.

A glance becomes empty, and a dream is empty. People have withered, but affection is not dissipated.

When he saw a deer in the depths of the forest, the peach blossoms were dewy. He saw a tree in the green peak, and the beautiful woman smiled.

Chu Cheng finally took the sixth step, but this sixth step was not parting, but reuniting.

The wind of 100,000 miles is stationed again, only this time, it is not a strong wind, it is a light stream.

Beside Chu Cheng, a light and shadow appeared, gradually forming a figure.

The girl had already opened her eyes at this moment, she didn't know that she was in the mysteries, she only knew that her strength seemed to be infinite now, and her perception was countless sharper than before.

The girl looked to the side and realized that the person she had been holding was no longer around.

She looked up again, only to find that the surroundings had been replaced by a red fire, and there, there was a white cloth walking alone.

Beside the white clothes, there is a pink light rushing, and it turns into a flower in an instant.

100,000 miles of peach blossoms are in full bloom, and flowers are raining all over the sky. The girl had never seen such a beautiful scene, and she was stunned for a while.

She wanted to call for the white dress, but she didn't dare to speak.

The girl saw that in those eyes, tears floated, with a deep infatuation, as if she had fallen into a dream.

For some reason, she couldn't bear to let the dream go.

The girl blinked, and in a trance, she saw a stunning woman in white clothes appear next to the white cloth in the rain of flowers.

There is a wind blowing, driving 3,000 green silks, and it is difficult to distinguish between true and false. I don't know if it's a dream.

The ten fingers of his hand are still warm, and the fireworks and rain fall for a lifetime. In this life, they are still together after all.

Although, this is only a conjecture from a person's heart, from his dreams.

But in his heart, this is no longer a dream. It's really hand in hand with your beloved, step by step towards the path.

"Lady, let the husband be with you... Add another stroke to the splendid scenery of the mountains and rivers. You think it's good?"

There seemed to be a laugh in his ears, driving Yinling to sound softly.

"Good. ”

Is this an auditory hallucination, or is it someone talking to themselves.

One stroke fell, 100,000 miles of wind and heaven and earth trembled, the light gathered, and the wind surged.

This time, the things that were once were not people, and then they were returned.

There are countless white clothes in the heavens and the earth, and they are all falling.

One stroke, one stroke. 10,000 strokes, 10,000 strokes, into stealing the world.

Flowing water and falling flowers come in spring, gathering heaven and earth.

The dim jade curtain suddenly trembled. Bright light again. Two figures are reflected.

These two figures are from the painting. The jade curtain that reflects the figure also comes from this painting.

This painting is amazing for the ages!

Almost at the same time, a black mist rolled in the distance, and there was the sound of wild laughter.

"A person has just entered the mystery, and the realm is not stable. One is just a god, but he has realized the true meaning of the Tao, and this Tao is illusory and true, and it has completely imprinted the meditation of the sea. ”

"If you are allowed to grow, this horror will be a great accomplishment in the future. But you have met me and made me my wedding dress. Swallowing Heaven and Earth, let alone the two of you. ”

Between the smiles, the sun shines. In the light, a huge black head came hideously, with a bloody mouth, trying to devour Chu Cheng and the girl.

Faced with this scene, the girl panicked. Although she stepped into the second step, she didn't know in her heart, and she didn't know how to resist.

Chu Cheng led the figure beside him, just raised his hand, and the picture scroll rose into the sky, and the sound of uproar came out again.

It's just an instant, and the heavens and the earth panic. Everything is still.

Heaven and earth are still heaven and earth, but they are not local heaven and earth.

The stars are not this night, and last night is not the stars. This is the world in the painting.

The painting slowly closes, followed by the dissipation of heaven and earth.

When it is completely closed, it is the soul of the person who suddenly appears is scattered.

The sound of the wind was still rippling, and Chu Cheng stood against the wind, holding this picture scroll, his eyes flashing with countless waves.

The desperate screams in my ears fell on deaf ears.

In his ears, there was only the silver bell.