Huaxin waited under the city wall for a while, and did not wait for Heguang Tongchen to come down to pick her up, she had to lift the hem of her skirt by herself, bypass the city gate, climb the steps, and when she climbed to the city wall, she stumbled a little, almost fell, and when she stood firm against the rough city wall, her face was pale, and even her breathing was very unsteady.

The wind was cold at the head of the city, and the woman who was stunning stood on the city wall. The scarlet garment burned like fire.

The clothes swayed in the wind, and the smoke curled like a haze.

He Guang Tongchen looked at her with an indifferent expression on his face, which was his usual unfazed. His clear eyes reflected the wind and snow, reflecting her stunning beauty, as quiet as autumn water, as if nothing could disturb him.

The painting moved his lips, and he stopped talking.

Don't open your face to the light and dust, as if you have never known each other, and you don't seem to dare to face it.

I don't know if it's closer, or if the pain in his heart has deepened, in short, the pain in her heart has not diminished in the slightest, but has been screaming and intensifying.

The painting heart finally couldn't stand it, covered his heart, and called, "Dusty ......"

"The poor monk is a person outside the party, and the law name forgets the dust. He Guang Tongchen turned around and corrected, clasped his hands together, and looked into the air, as if all this thing could not enter his eyes and his heart.

Huaxin looked at him quietly, with a worried expression and a long gaze, as if he was looking at a period of wind and moon without a trace.

The wind blew his red robe, and she had always loved red, but she felt glaring, and opened her mouth to ask him, "Why are you here?"

He replied, "It's a dust." ”

She pointed to her heart and asked, "Why do you hurt here?" ”

He replied, "Have compassion on all beings." ”

Be concise and to the point. The eyebrows are indifferent, cold and alienated.

Huaxin's heart twitched violently, his legs went limp, and his body seemed to lean out of the city wall.

Almost instantaneously, the figure of the same dust as the light and dust came suddenly. There were hands that caught her, and the palms were warm, with a little cool and lonely aroma, like snow, but colder than snow.

He Guang Tongchen didn't speak, his palms didn't stay, and before he could embrace her, he had already raised his hand and pushed her away.

The painting heart raised her eyes, and the sunlight poured into her eyes, rippling to the extreme, and at a glance, it made Heguang Tongchen's limbs stiff, and he couldn't toss and turn.

"It's so dignified, why can't you want to leave home?" the voice of the painting heart was soft, and it fell in his ears with the flying snow.

He Guang Tongchen pursed his lips and did not answer.

Huaxin smelled that something was wrong, his eyes flickered, and he asked softly, "Are you ...... You've always liked me?"

He Guang Tongchen was stunned, he didn't expect such a heart to be pierced by her so directly, for a long time, his voice was a little hoarse when he spoke, still calm, "Forget the dust is a person outside the party, heartless and ruthless, so, the poor monk doesn't like you, and the dust doesn't like to paint the heart." ”

Huaxin smiled and asked, "What about the same dust as the light?"

The back of the same dust as the light froze for a long time, and he replied cleanly, "No." ”

But he couldn't help but smile bitterly in his heart, he didn't lie to her, it was Junyi who liked her, not with the light.

When he said these three words, it fell into the ears of the painting heart for a long time, and she was distracted, and it took a long time before she smiled, "It's good if you don't like it...... If you don't like it......"

There was a sudden pain in her heart, so that she couldn't tell whether it was her pain or his pain, or maybe it was in pain, and she didn't breathe it in for a long time.

For a moment the world was silent, only the sound of the wind passed by my ears.

The cold wind blew into her thin clothes, freezing her to the core.