The sun has set in the west.

And it was drizzling.

Hua Jieyu is still on the run.

He must also flee.

He is now unable to flee anymore.

(1) When Hua Jieyu woke up, there was a burst of fragrant fragrance.

He looked around the cabin.

Simple, but welcoming.

Outside the window, the night is getting darker.

(2) "You're awake." ”

It's a voice that hasn't gotten rid of childishness.

When the man came to Hua Jieyu's side, he saw that it was a very delicate little girl.

"My master said, your injuries are very serious, you need to rest. ”

"Thank you, little girl, I didn't know your master was there, I want to thank you in person. ”

"My master will only come back in the evening. My name is Yurao, my master's name is Yunqing, what about you?

"My name is Hua Jieyu. ”

(3) It's late at night.

The fresh smell of the rain the night before has not yet dissipated.

A crescent moon hangs high in front of the mountain.

The clouds haven't come back yet.

Hua Xie Yu leaned against the window and looked at the bright moon outside the sky.

Yunqing hasn't come back yet.

(4) At midnight, the clouds did not return.

Hua Jieyu decided to go.

The hut behind him, in this hazy moonlight, looks even more serene.

Yurao slept quietly and sweetly.

(5) Yun Qing quietly looked at the back of Hua Jieyu.

Until his back disappeared, she looked in the direction he had left.

The East is white.

Yurao is still sleeping.

(6) In the rivers and lakes, people are fleeing every day.

There are also people hunting down every day.

If you hunt someone down today, you may be hunted down tomorrow.

There is no reason to talk about this Jianghu.

(7) A few months later, Hua Jieyu has become famous.

That is, it has become famous, of course, we must do something for the rivers and lakes.

(8) It's dusk and rain again.

A group of fast riders galloped through the rain.

Step over fallen leaves mixed with dirt.

A hint of wind lifted the sideburns that immediately flowered the words.

(ix) See also the hut.

The rain fell down the window, and the hut was still so peaceful in the dusk.

Hua Jieyu saw Yunqing for the first time.

The cloud that he had dreamed of for a long time in his dreams.

Now Yun Qing is standing in front of him, more real than a dream, more beautiful than a dream.

But she didn't say a word.

(10) Yurao stood behind Yun Qing nervously.

Those who had come to kill her had drawn their knives.

The knife is already in hand, and the man is about to die.

There was a scream, and the puddle in front of the house was stained with blood.

The flowers in the rain are full of blood, and the knife has cut a gap.

(11) What does it feel like to sleep in this bed again?

Hua Jieyu is only full of happiness.

Yun Qing remained silent, wiping the blood on Hua Jieyu's face.

"Come with me. Hua Xie Yu held Yun Qing's hand.

Yun Qing just shook his head.

Hua Xie Yu looked at Yurao.

"My master is mute. ”

Yun Qing lowered his head.

That's not a bowed tenderness. Flower Interpretation Language Knows.

Hua Xie Yu deeply embraced Yun Qing into his arms.

"Come with me and let me protect you for the rest of my life. No matter who you are, no matter what you become, I love you, and I will protect you for the rest of your life. ”

(12) The rain has stopped.

In the car sat Yunqing, Yurao.

It was Hua Xie Yu who drove the car.

Postscript: What is happiness? Some people say that life and death are together, some people say that they are in love with each other, and some people say that they forget each other. And I said, happiness is ordinary, simple, and silent. In the spring of the next year, I can hold your hand and watch the peach blossoms bloom with you, and then embrace you in my arms.

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