It was already dawn, the little half-fairy got up and returned to the room, and found that Mo Yan was divining and deducing, and the little half-fairy knew that he couldn't be distracted, so he continued to make up for sleep.

It was still the middle of the night, although there was moonlight, but it was very dim, and the furnishings in the room were like a thin layer of fog, blurred, which reminded him of the dream just now, and he reached out to probe his forehead, and sure enough, he felt the wet sweat.

At last she gently retreated into the inner room, sat back on the edge of the bed, and stroked the corners of the quilt with her hand. Things are different from people, You Zi still has a faint warmth, Ah Bao suddenly tightened his hands, and his heart was only anxious and inexplicable, but he didn't know what he wanted to grasp after all. However, the pillow finally cooled down, and became no different from the table and chair in the room, brick and stone. A threshold, an eye wave, is the end of the chasm. Last night, but it really passed.

The rain on this day was extremely long, from morning to three or four o'clock in the afternoon, dripping down on the eaves tiles. The second girl leaned against the wall inside, propped up the edge of the table with her hands, and held her head, but she was distracted by the rain showers outside the door. The rain fell to the ground like a rope, and after looking at it for a long time, I was dazzled by my eyes, so I had to lay my arms across the edge of the table, and put my arms on my forehead down, and closed my eyes to recuperate.

Li Xian had something in his heart, and he would not force Li Xian to stay, so he got up, signaled his head, and watched Li Xian go out of the door, and then paced back and forth in the room anxiously, but unfortunately the road was not less, but his brain was like a paste, and he had no thoughts, so he had to go back to the bedroom in a huff, and hurriedly freshened up, and did not change his clothes, so he lay on the couch and continued to think wildly, unconsciously, people were already in a half-dream, half-awake between......

As soon as he was a little sleepy, he heard Mo Yan calling him: "Wake up." ”

Their shouts rang in my ears, and dreams flew nervously like evening bats. I don't know if they're asleep. I'm not sure. These days, I sleep like I'm awake, and when I wake up, it's like I'm asleep, and most of my dreams are mixed and it's hard to define.

My heart gradually became desolate and uncomfortable, but I felt that I was not wronged, so I went upstairs to sleep first. There was no light in the room, but the moon shone into the tent, and I leaned on a pillow with my clothes, and I knew that I fell asleep, as after weeping. I wrote a poem, a single road on this night, a laughing person in the past, and now come to the lower realm to worship the double stars. There are no words and tears, and I forget to harvest melons and fruits until dawn.

The slow day dragged away, and in the afternoon nap, Yiying turned into a butterfly and landed on Lao Qi's heart again. He dreams of going outside the city with Yiying, but everywhere makes him dangerous, surrounded by spies and police. Yiying is not the same as before, unlike in the past, walking side by side, only estranged. In short, he was about to suffocate in his dreams.

In a drowsy mood, when he heard someone calling him, the little half-fairy suddenly turned over and sat up.

Jinglin listened to the rain and pondered, and was about to close his eyes to recuperate, when he heard the faint sound of bells in the rain. His mind wandered with the bells, and he gradually walked out of the inner chamber to see a different scene.

The sky is not yet bright, only the east seems to have a little red shadow, thinking that it is too early, it is not appropriate to knock, so he stopped his footsteps and looked for a mountain stone to sit down. Running in the middle of the night, it was too early, and after sitting down, he suddenly felt sleepy, so he closed his eyes, thought about things in his heart, and saw what the person he liked said.

The first thing I saw was that the window paper had turned dark white.

Then he looked inside and outside the house, and everything was fine, and his heart was at peace.

Xiao Banxian opened his eyes, and Mo Yan said, "I'm afraid this snow is going to fall for a while." ”

The little half-fairy said with a hazy 'um' in sleepy eyes: "Not necessarily, it's sunny if it's sunny." ”

Mo Yan said: "That's not what I mean. ”

The little half-fairy's heart jumped, and he sat up suddenly: "When?"

Mo Yan said in a deep voice: "No more than ten days." ”

Xiao Banxian didn't expect it to be so fast, and he was silent for a moment before he said, "I just hope that this time it won't hurt too many innocents." ”

Mo Yan said: "I'm afraid it can't be as you want, do you remember the sea of blood I saw." ”

Xiao Banxian sighed, too many things in this world are not as good as people want, he suddenly remembered what Mo Liunian said, even so, he has to fight hard.

Some longings are power, and he feels that he can live for a long time with these longings, waiting for a long, long time to meet again. Left is the only way to go through life, just be true to your heart. I am willing to take a light boat and a leaf, carry the turmoil in the world, unload her tired body, and change the rivers and seas.

Sing the song of half a life of floating dust, lingering in the interpretation of the flower of this world. If you devote your life, I will only be naïve for ten years, and I will only wish to do my best to be innocent for a lifetime, and you will smile and worry about it for a hundred years.

I thought that the most terrible thing in this world is time, because with it comes old age and death. No matter how beautiful his face is, no matter how beautiful the time, no matter how beautiful the emotion is, he can't keep it, and it will disappear without a trace, so that people can't believe it, and they can't accept that what greatness will be extinguished. So maybe in the end, dust will return to dust, and dust will return to earth, and it will not make much difference how you spend it.

Life is a silent and solemn journey, everyone seems to be gentle and easy, but they are so cold and cautious. Let's live your life the way you like. You don't have to discuss with anyone, you don't have to think about anyone, and you don't have to modify the mountains and rivers for anyone. All the love is deep, and the calamity and sorrow will eventually disappear like these landscapes. What do you think and fear about those uncertain futures?

Lead in the left eye, reflection in the right eye. Life in the play, and life in the play. The Tao is only the way, who is the person who is acting in this play, and who is the guest who is watching the play... Life in the play, and life in the play. The Tao is only the way, who is the person who is acting in this play, and who is the guest who is watching the play... Ten years of life and death. Don't think about it, it's unforgettable. Thousands of miles of lonely graves, nowhere to talk about desolation. Even if you don't know each other, your face is dusty, and your temples are like frost. It's always so helpless to come back to life at night, so easy to forget some things that should not be forgotten, but so hard to forget some things that should let him pass. Because there is never a chic meeting here, a smile and a grudge, and there is no calmness to sit in the empty door.

Life is full of waves. The wind and rain in the court overturned the world. But if she can't fight the wind and rain side by side with that person in the most difficult moment, why should she survive this scene in vain, and what kind of happiness can she be regarded as.

Xiao Banxian said: "Let's stay here for the time being, and leave after this snowstorm." ”

Mo Yan said: "It's okay." ”

The little half-immortal told Mo Yan in detail what had happened in the past few days, and then took out the mixed yuan beads taken out of the clam shell and the porcelain bottle containing Ying Long's spirit to show Mo Yan.

The little half-immortal was surprised to find that if the mixed yuan bead was close to the porcelain bottle, Ying Long's spirit would react, although he didn't know why this happened, but after repeated attempts, Mo Yan said: "Could it be that the mixed yuan bead is related to Ying Long?"

The little half-immortal shook his head and said, "I don't know. ”

Mo Yan said: "It's a pity that the secrets of ancient times have long been lost, and our descendants have no way to explore them." ”

Xiao Banxian smiled, "Secrets will always be revealed when they should be revealed." ”

I remember that the old man Bingxin once said, "A person's life should be like a flower, whether it is a man or a woman, the flower is colorful, fragrant, and tasteful, and people are talented, affectionate, and interesting." All three are indispensable. "Then, if you can turn a page in the past, you can't turn it, because the dust that falls will blind your eyes. There are so many ordinary people, and you and I are just one of them. I heard that the bird can't fly the sea, in fact, it's not that the bird doesn't have the courage to fly through the sea, but ten years later, on the other side of the sea, there is no longer waiting. "How far can a man go, how high can a man climb?" is not a question of the feet, but of the will, not of the hands, but of the will.

Sanmao once said that it takes a second to turn around, but it takes a lifetime to forget. In fact, why forget, why deliberately. When we can't control the ups and downs of fate, and can't control the fate of life, why not be calm, a little free, and let everything go with the wind.

After all, I understand that all the encounters and all the guards can't withstand the rush of time. In fact, everyone just finishes the set fate, and there is no need to ask about the uncertain ending, and there is no need to wait for the blessing of the years. Once the mission is accomplished, you can spend your life at will and watch the wind and rain.

How many times, red makeup in a dream, in the end, a red face is dead, how many times, the cycle of life and death, in the end, I am intoxicated alone, how many times, I am willing to cross the distance of the end of the world for you to find you far away in the cape, for love against the sky, in the end, after all, return to the loneliness of a person, but more lonely than not love. Since then, you are still you, I am still me, but I can never forget that there was a you, deeply rooted in my heart, and it hurts when I think of it......

Back then, the flowing water was gone like that without looking back, and what was taken away was the most beautiful time. I never forgot the past, but buried them in the moonlight outside the window, and when the night rose, they would swarm out. Time reincarnates, life alternates, and red dust is endless. Encounter, or dispersion, is a certainty. Staying is an instant, turning around is the end of the world.

It's just that you don't seem to remember someone writing you into this line of text, or maybe it's a dream in your life, and I have the luxury of never saying goodbye. The blur of scattered red dust in a lifetime, the charm of a season of flowers, sticking to the half acre of square fields in the dream, far away, and your encounter, not the country, not the city, but I have all I have.

At the time of parting, and for many days afterward, she would remember the first time they met, of those happy days. Unfortunately, the more she thought about it, the sadder she became. If you give your love, only to get the last solitary wandering, and even the memories become pale, this love is really embarrassing. But there is no way, no matter how much we long for beautiful love, no matter how much we are willing to give, when love passes, we can only bear it silently, calm our cold mood in sighing, and then continue our lives.

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