Yes, one stroke can not be written up and down the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period, the two languages are not as good as the past and the future, but the way, the three hearts can be double-minded like your light smile? Holding a teacup, the book has emotions, and will not be isolated by the lonely Liao at night, drink it all, or taste it all the time, this fragrance is full of stories, a turn around you, a butterfly on the stone bridge, a flower knows the spring night, a pen to write it, leaning on the wind, fluttering lightly, the tea is soaked in the cup edge, the ink enters Xiaoxiang, just like the rain, you are relieved, that piece of sorrow. In the end, in all the sorrows, we finally understood that as long as life is treated calmly, as long as it is peaceful, everything will pass in the clouds. When I looked back at all this again, I found that the years had slipped away like this. The shallow autumn has passed quietly unconsciously, and the autumn is getting worse day by day, and the chill belonging to autumn is getting stronger and stronger. If in the late autumn, when the cold is getting stronger and stronger, all the departing has been flying, and it must have experienced the coldness of the years. Therefore, the autumn has passed, and the death is no longer flying.

If you look closely, there is a faint tiredness between his eyebrows, and his face is pale. Shi Yi couldn't help but reach out and wanted to touch his forehead, but he noticed it and raised his eyes slightly to look at her. There was a brief silence. She didn't know whether to withdraw her hand or calmly test the temperature of his forehead. Just when she was wandering in embarrassment, Zhou Shengchen gently leaned forward, cooperated, and stuck to her hand.

An inch of autumn color, drunk with a window of sunset shadow, a song of the wind, cold and strong shy girl's feelings. A few words of whispering add a trace of sorrow, Qing Huannian is heavy for a while, picking up a fallen leaf and reading the clouds with low eyebrows, and the lovesickness between the fingers of the bone. In the quiet night, invite a window full of stars, hold a sentiment that passes through the night, look at the bright moon in the distance, and make an appointment with you about the most beautiful encounter on Mo.

Stuck in this cold moonlit night where the green is about to turn yellow and the first frost is about to come, I have long forgotten the time, the space, myself and the purpose of this trip. When my friends couldn't find me and came out to look for me, they couldn't help but chuckle when they saw my gloomy appearance: "Isn't it just a few autumn lotuses that are about to wither, and they are also worth standing for a long time for you?"

I want a silent time, I knead my thoughts into the wind, lingering in your dreams, I wait for you, you will come, you don't come, I am not old. In the flowing years like water, waiting for the heart of a lotus, waiting for the person who cherishes the lotus to return from the horse, I have poured a whole city, just for you to come a word of distress.

The pain is the huge hollow that can't catch her light smile after returning from a midnight dream, the inexplicable loss of concentration no matter what she does, and the more loneliness that comes after the joy of every success...... When the past is a thing of the past, the most embarrassing thing is that it is as clear as yesterday.

Gently open the window, and the cold wind pierced my bones like an arrow. I shuddered, looking at the thick snow, my thoughts blooming for you, and my lonely soul drifting for you. The heart is broken, and the love is unforgettable. Qianmo Hongchen, a dream of the world, miss you as before, a drunk Fangfei, miss you still.

At a party a few years ago, I suddenly heard a similar voice, and my heart trembled slightly, and I turned around to look for the person, but I saw a face that was too beautiful and artistic. When her lips opened slightly, and when she spoke again, I felt that my heart was full of awkwardness.

Standing in the water-colored carved dust Zimo, watching the years turn around gently, fading away from the hot and noisy sun, covered by faint clouds, a little soft, a little cool. And the shallow dark fragrance of the chrysanthemum in this month's cold breeze actually bloomed a frost flower on my fingertips. Stretch out your hand, you can hold the moist and shallow fragrant flowers in the air.

In the blink of an eye, the red world is full of history, and the passing years are like lonely smoke, who is still light? Who is still self-deceiving? No matter how long time goes, it cannot dilute the initial dream, but gradually understand how to converge, no longer so shallow and sensitive.

Love is also sad, love is also confused, thinking that the dusty memories will be erased with time, but they are no match for the dark changes of the years. Every moment is a reflection of one's true self in the story. When the desolation reaches the heart, if you want to withdraw, you are also at a loss, in exchange for things and people. In the drunken dream, the flowers bloom and thank you, which has nothing to do with the wind and moon, just to live up to the red dust. Outside the world, who will put a pure love into a smile? Affection is indifferent, persistent, trying to go away, but it haunts the bottom of my heart silently, and disappears in silence in the blink of an eye.

Thinking about life for more than 30 years, windy and rainy, sentimental and thoughtful. It seems to be settled in a city, but the inner world is actually drifting away. Up to now, I am the falling flower figure, the autumn water is clear, although the time is far away, but it does not reduce the old style.

Fireworks are easy to cold, and prosperity is easy to pass away. Several spring and autumn, several times lonely. Before the moon before the drunken wind, he smiled between the bamboo fences. It is not like stagnant water, but it looks forward to the bright moon and clear wind. A cloud of smoke and rain, a piece of paper, leaning on the west wind, but looking at right and wrong, looking back and coming back, it is not as good as ever. Walking all over the red dust, who will give me a year?

Stuck in this cold moonlit night where the green is about to turn yellow and the first frost is about to come, I have long forgotten the time, the space, myself and the purpose of this trip. When my friends couldn't find me and came out to look for me, they couldn't help but chuckle when they saw my gloomy appearance: "Isn't it just a few autumn lotuses that are about to wither, and they are worth standing for a long time for you?"

All the entanglements disappeared in an instant, and in front of me, there was only the shallow lotus rhyme that blurred on these few feet of plain paper. The warm and dim night, layer by layer, blowing the dark fragrance and floating shadow inch by inch. The wind passes, the slight ripples flutter away with a red koi, the secluded pool is plain, and the water is shallow and the pool is flat. In just a moment, a jade lotus with wind and smoke came out from between his eyebrows.

Leaves fly on the side of the road, clouds gather in the air, and raindrops fall. The rain is cold in autumn, and I am sad to sleep. The autumn rain sprinkled the river sky, washed the autumn, and the geese burst into cold smoke. Listening to the rain beating the remnants of the lotus, thinking about the past, listening to the rain falling on the trees, the heart is like a string, listening to the rain knocking in the middle of the night, the heart is sleepless.

The lotus is one, and everything has roots. I once wrote about a woman like a lotus, and now it seems that she is more suitable for Lily, kind and innocent, and you are Qinghe, the Qinghe in my heart. The lotus in my heart is elegant, she has a faint fragrance, not only represents kindness, but also has that indisputable but not light temperament, too strong, will burn others, too indifferent, will cool themselves, do not come and go, neither lukewarm nor hot, warm and warm, only the lotus is self-contained.

When the sun rises again, all the cuckoos wither and give thanks, turning into a sound of Du Yu, calling you to be better, it is better to go back, you look up at the sky today, it seems that there is no difference from yesterday; you open the scroll in your hand, the same reason, the same lead.

Everything in the past, whether it is glory or disgrace, love or resentment, gain or loss, reunion or separation, can be dissipated and ignored. This seems to be a meager wish, but it is tied by the thorns of the world, and it is difficult to be calm in the end. The heart is like a cold plum, ice muscles and jade bones, and it is also full of branches, and I don't know how many times I prune before I can put it down calmly and not make waves.

Your figure, thin into the lovesickness of who dreams. The words are out of order, the authenticity is beautiful, but it is difficult to express your smile and get drunk. The sycamore drank the wind and snow, who sat quietly in front of the moon, sighed the stars, who was the tears and wet curtain soaked in the end of midsummer? the bright moonlit night, the bright stars.

Gong Yan tears, step by step shocking magnolia hairpin, love for a thousand years, reincarnation toss, blue falling yellow spring, red face and green silk snow Ruoxi! Desert cold, the wind in the strange fate of the mandarin duck vine, the deep love of the shallow one lifetime, red sleeves add fragrance, plain hand grinding ink, Qing Xiao evening song dream Xin Yue! Mountains and rivers are broken, Xuanyuan sword falls and dances, the sword soul remembers the broken intestine star, Shaohua is empty, the rain covers the world, and the hand is in the end of the world Yin Junyu!

I'm gone, this life is just a back to you, the most beautiful back, perhaps, after a long time, you will be in the most beautiful autumn, thinking of the indelible pain in your heart. In this life, what will always be you is the most beautiful back and the deep eyes. When you stretched out your hand to grab the corner of my clothes again, I was like that smear of smoke, faintly escaping your life, no longer without a trace, without a trace in this life.

A prostitute is a prostitute, and there is no myth in this world that is unstained.

It is not known how much time is left for recreation. No matter how things change in the world, I will also let it go, no longer care, no longer worry. Walking on the Qianmo, the wind and the sun are warm, what a solemn peaceful and prosperous world, the sea is instantaneous, and the mulberry field follows the fate.

Liang Shaoqing was afraid that Xiao Xiao of the poplar would replant the sycamore. In fact, the sycamore must be auspicious, if you want to talk about superstition, there is a proverb in my hometown, "the sycamore is as big as a bucket, the master moves away", so it is very rare to plant the sycamore in the garden of Beizhuang. It's a pity, the branches and leaves of the sycamore are so beautiful, not to mention the interest of that leaf falling in the autumn.

There is a kind of melancholy in sight, something like sorrow, in the nerves of the people, no matter how vague it may be, people feel the mixed colors of the world, the strange tones of the wind, the ancient tranquility when night falls, the inescapable present moment when night slowly creeps into heaven and earth.

Because of the noise here, the two of them are almost whispering to hear each other clearly. When he said this, his voice was in Shi Yi's ears, and he could even feel a faint warm breath. Some of her ears were hot, and gradually her face was hot. I couldn't sit still anymore and moved my hand gently. From the moment he sat down, he held her hand unhurriedly.

If life is only as first seen, what is the autumn wind and sad fan, but the Yiren have already drifted away. Even if you can go back to the past, but you can never go back to the poetry and painting of the time, and you can never go back to the heart-to-heart at that time, even if you are reluctant, how much nostalgia, what can you do, it is only to increase the sorrow, why bother, so force yourself? Give yourself, but also give her, a happy tomorrow, isn't it?

Chu Xiaoran said, "Do you know their whereabouts?"

The little half-immortal handed the letter to Chu Xiaoran, Chu Xiaoran's face sank after reading it, and Chu Xiaoran asked, "Carry beads, what beads?"

The little half-immortal smiled bitterly: "My nephew doesn't know." ”

Chu Xiaoran frowned slightly: "Think about it again." ”

Xiao Banxian thought for a while and said, "My nephew really doesn't know what he means. ”

Chu Xiaoran sighed: "It seems that there is no way to avoid it, what are you going to do?"

Xiao Banxian said: "No matter what, Zhongnan Mountain is a must-go." ”

Chu Xiaoran said: "But your uncle took all the seven protectors away, and now there are not many people available in the mansion." ”

The Seven Protectors were left by his grandfather, the Half Immortal Wentian, and the selected ones were all in the prime of life with the highest talent in the clan and the best thirty years old, all of them were the elites of the Half Immortal family, and the Seven Protectors were only loyal to the head of the family, and they would be changed every ten years.

Xiao Banxian said: "It's okay, Xiyan will also go." "Xiao Banxian naturally won't go to the meeting alone, that's no different from a meat bun beating a dog, he is not a bun.

Chu Xiaoran was a little relieved at this time, the strength of the Jiang family was comparable to that of the half-immortal family, the half-immortal family had seven protectors, and the Jiang family also had five dead soldiers.

Count it up, let the maid go and take two porcelain bottles and hand them to Xiao Banxian Dao: "One is for internal injuries, and the other is for external injuries, both of which have been newly prepared by my aunt in the past two years, you can put them away, just in case." ”

Xiao Banxian accepted it: "Thank you, Auntie." ”

Chu Xiaoran saw that Xiao Banxian was leaving, so after thinking about it, he stopped him and said, "It's not safe for you to go alone, Auntie, let's go with you." ”

Xiao Banxian's heart warmed, and said: "You can't be left without an owner at home, if you and your uncle are not there, it is easier to be exploited, and your aunt must be at home." ”

Chu Xiaoran also understood this truth, so she had to say: "Then you should be careful in everything, no matter what, self-protection is the best." ”

Xiao Banxian said: "Auntie, don't worry, I will return safely with Yao'er." ”

Chu Xiaoran sighed heavily, the family that was originally harmonious and harmonious has changed, and the family she worked so hard to maintain seems to have become a plate of scattered sand all of a sudden.

Xiao Banxian didn't know how to comfort her aunt, and immediately said, "That nephew went to prepare first." ”

Chu Xiaoran nodded: "Go ahead." ”

Out of the room, Xiao Banxian immediately contacted Jiang Xiyan, and Jiang Xiyan asked directly after hearing about it, "When are you leaving?"

The little half-immortal said: "Hey, you can rest first." ”

Jiang Xiyan said: "Okay, no problem. ”

After the little half-immortal returned to the room, he ran the Nirvana exercise again, but this time except for the golden dragon, the rest of the golden dragons still closed their eyes and did not move, the only receipt was that the golden dragon seemed to be familiar with him, and the little head was still rubbed twice on his neck.

When she woke up this time, it was already sunset, Chu Xiaoran had already prepared dinner, and the repeated changes made her look very haggard, looking at Chu Xiaoran holding up her spirits, the little half-fairy felt uncomfortable, and when she looked at the table again, there were all the dishes he liked to eat.

After the two sat down, Chu Xiaoran personally sandwiched chopsticks sweet and sour fish for Xiao Banxian, and said, "When will you leave?"

The little half-immortal said: "Hai Shi." ”

Chu Xiaoran said: "It's okay, it's convenient to avoid people's eyes." ”

Xiao Banxian responded, the two of them ate quietly, eating sweet and sour fish, Xiao Banxian always felt that something was wrong, and thought about it, maybe it was because she didn't have Mo Liunian's cooking skills, she was used to eating her cooking, and she was not used to eating what others cooked.

Halfway through eating, a small servant hurried in.

Xiao Banxian glanced at Chu Xiaoran, put down the dishes and chopsticks, and asked, "Why are you so flustered?" ”

The little servant said: "The people from the Sparrow Gate have found it again." ”

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