Chapter 144: Wrong and Right

"Alas!"

Lin Xuan looked at the peerless beauty in front of him, and couldn't help but sigh, and various thoughts appeared in his heart again.

"It's been so long, don't you think I'm going to do it?"

The other party's voice was crisp and cold, she showed an expression that seemed to be smiling but not smiling, and inexplicable emotions gradually appeared in her eyes.

Lin Xuan's eyes were lowered, and his expression was a little complicated.

This green dress is like a fairy in the dust, clear and peerless, just like in memory.

She is beautiful and flawless, beautiful enough to make the world fall for it, even if the creator has worked hard to make it difficult to compare, and her elegant and peerless temperament can make all things in the world feel ashamed.

She stood in the ethereal white clouds, as if she was a person from heaven, and a long green dress made her look independent and beautiful.

Even if there are all kinds of customs in the world, in front of her, it will be bleak.

Lin Xuan was silent for a while, amazement and nostalgia appeared on his face, and then he became melancholy.

The other party pursed his lips and chuckled, swaying, smiling like a spring breeze in March, a hundred flowers blooming, which was intoxicating.

The sunset is shining, the breeze is blowing, and the fragrance is fragrant.

Lin Xuan sniffed the familiar fragrance, and the bitterness in his heart became three points stronger again.

"I'm doing well, really good!"

His voice trembled a little, and his eyes wandered, inexplicably avoiding the other party's question.

The other party asked without hesitation, and didn't seem to notice Lin Xuan's gaffe at all.

"Have you ever thought about me?"

Lin Xuan was silent, as if he didn't know how to answer this sharp question.

"Really?"

The other party laughed at herself, her tone was full of sadness, and any man would feel pity when he saw her like this.

"Doesn't the look of you prove everything?"

"Sure enough, I don't have any status in your heart!"

Xiaomeng bit her lip, her face was extremely pale, and her expression was sad and sad.

"Hehe......"

Lin Xuan felt his heart jump suddenly, he laughed at himself, and looked unusually gloomy.

Xiaomeng is always on top, she has been a lonely person since her debut, and she has no friends in her life.

She was adopted by the sect since she was a child, and she spent eight hours a day practicing swordsmanship, and there was nothing superfluous in her life except for sleeping and practicing swords.

Until she walked up the mountain, breaking her quiet life, from that day on, they were almost inseparable.

Xiaomeng's smile is very beautiful, enough to make the world lose color, but she rarely laughs.

The most daring time she was to take the initiative to approach herself under the fireworks in the sky.

At that time, Lin Xuan pretended to watch the fireworks, and in the place where she couldn't see, she secretly hid her heart and smile.

He secretly remembered every word of the other party, and Lin Xuan found a very ridiculous reason for this matter.

He told himself that her voice was good, like a stream flowing on a high mountain, and that good things deserved to be recorded.

Until that day.

She smiled goodbye to herself, hoping that the past would be gone.

At that moment, Lin Xuan stared at the person in front of him, his body trembling imperceptibly, but he still tried his best to show a calm expression.

For him, everything he experienced was just a dream, so he didn't face his heart and let the other party leave.

Xiaomeng has found a paradise where she wants to live her life until she dies of old age.

But after all, she underestimated his strength, in fact, Lin Xuan had always been by her side, but she didn't notice it.

Most of the time, Lin Xuan was protecting her in an imperceptible place, and he looked at her, his eyebrows full of doting.

This scene, like a brilliant fireworks, is fleeting.

Finally.

At the last moment of her life, he didn't hold back, forced to suppress the reluctance in his heart and stood up, and gently hugged the other party.

He gently wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, but he didn't expect that the other party's tears would flow more and more.

Xiaomeng closed her eyes and gently recounted the bits and pieces of the past, and her tears never stopped.

Perhaps for her, this is the last chance to speak her mind.

At that moment, Lin Xuan also left tears, and he felt a sadness that he had never felt before.

He slumped on the withered yellow grass, clutching the other man's pale hand, and gradually fell into despair.

At last.

Xiaomeng smiled slightly, and the traces of the years passed were engraved between her eyebrows, and she lost her breath. A teardrop slowly flowed, against the backdrop of the setting sun, like blood, crystal clear and bewitching.

Until the last moment of her life, she still thought that Lin Xuan was just a hallucination before death.

A slanting sun sprinkled from the sky, reflecting the tears in the corners of Lin Xuan's eyes, and he bit his lip tightly, not caring about the taste of blood in his mouth.

The so-called feelings are originally a picture scroll woven by many fragments of time, like faint stars in the night sky, quietly inlaid in ink.

At that time, it was just ordinary, some people walked through thousands of mountains and rivers, and they couldn't find the feelings that satisfied them, until the lights were dim and they suddenly looked back, and they found that those ordinary days were the most moving.

That moment.

Lin Xuan touched Xiaomeng's sad tears in a daze, if it weren't for the person in his arms and his companion, how could Lin Xuan have spent the illusory and ruthless years.

A cool breeze squeezed through the cracks in the clouds, and a thick chill rolled up his coat.

Loneliness is seeing someone's shadow and accidentally recalling certain stories. Loneliness is nostalgia for the story of the past, crying and saying to yourself that it is nothing more than that.

The wind rises, and the maple leaves fly.

The crimson leaves rendered the moonlight and fell on Xiaomeng's side, adding a little sadness to this parting from life and death.

Lin Xuan stretched out his hand blankly and caught a fallen leaf, and the icy chill from the leaf hit his whole body in an instant.

The bloom of fireworks, although it was brilliant, was only for a moment, and Xiaomeng's life, like fireworks, completely messed up the half-acre flower field in his heart.

There was a gloom in his eyes, and a suffocating heartbreak resounded through the night, and the rest of the rhyme was enough to linger around the beam for three days.

In this splendid picture, in the end, only Lin Xuan was left alone to guard the loneliness.

"Alas!"

He was stunned, and this sigh was like a withered flower, and finally it was silent and dissipated into the wind.

recalled the other party's peerless smile, and the style revealed between the eyebrows was enough to make the peach blossoms bloom for hundreds of miles.

Unexpectedly, when they were separated, that turn turned out to be the end of the world in the smoke and rain.

The meeting in the past years was finally frozen in the long river of memory, and her sentence of "junior brother" touched the heartstrings and became the end of love.

Whenever he thinks about it, he can't help but sigh, did Zhou Xiaocao play tricks on himself, or did he live up to Xiaomeng?

The years are the wall, the piano is the beam, he only knows that a person pours out thousands of wisps of tenderness, quietly weeps in the middle of the night, and waits in a daze.

One thought it would turn back, the other thought it wasn't worth it, and it ended up being missed.

I still remember one winter, when it snowed heavily.

Xiaomeng curled up in the boudoir, shivering, she hugged the coldness, held the candle that was flickering and flickering, and sighed softly.

The word life was formed by them on both sides of the strait.

The sadness in Lin Xuan's eyes became more and more intense, and at this moment, he was also a little confused.

Am I wrong?

When the years are passing, why can't they compose a song together?

If it was at the time......

Grinding an inkstone time, using sweet and sour as a millimeter, using bitter and spicy as a pen, and relying on life as a silk, it is enough to depict a volume of happiness.

Am I really wrong?

The dazedness in Lin Xuan's eyes deepened, and he suddenly felt an unprecedented overwhelm.

The years have passed, and the flowers have bloomed and the snow has melted again.

She is lost in the lonely days, with no way out, intoxicated in a sad life, living in a corner where no one cares, allowing her sad tears to flow silently.

Xiaomeng was originally a high-ranking character, but because of her selfishness, she was desolate, and finally fell in front of the Acacia Tomb. has a thin face and a thin life, and has a lot of talent.

The flowers float and the water flows freely.

One lovesickness, two sorrows.

There is no way to eliminate this situation, so I frowned, but I was in my heart.

An invisible gloom and loneliness appeared in Lin Xuan's heart, and a trace of pity flashed in his eyes, and he slowly had an answer.

All his thoughts finally formed a net, which caught his heart, and the tighter and tighter he felt, and he felt the pain like a thousand cuts, and smiled desolately.

Comparatively speaking, the pain of heartbreak at that time was hundreds of times more painful than at this moment.

Ten years of life and death, without thinking, unforgettable. Thousands of miles of lonely graves, nowhere to talk about desolation.

It turned out that it was not only the ruthless years that passed in a hurry, but also the lonely back of the old man. is like some people, who thought they could pass by, but it turned out to be a thought that they couldn't erase from the bottom of their hearts.

Xiaomeng was a fireworks worth watching for a lifetime, she stepped on the bright moon, fluttering, it was so amazing and beautiful, but unfortunately due to a mistake, he could only copy it in his memory.

The most regrettable thing in life is that I easily gave up what I thought I should give up, stubbornly, and insisted on what I should insist on......

Lin Xuan finally understood, some people missed it, and they really didn't see each other again for the rest of their lives.

I hate it the most...... The deceased is deceased......

Perhaps under the infection of time, they will finally be trapped in the shell of the wind and candles, stiffly facing the world.

Occasionally, when reminiscing about the past, the corners of his mouth can rise and smile so pitifully......

Laughing ...... So tears flowed down my face......

Lin Xuan was glad that he met Xiaomeng, but he also regretted that he only met her.

The east wind is evil, and the joy is thin. A cup of sorrow, a few years away.

Wrong, wrong, wrong.

Only when you have been drunk do you know the mellow aroma of old wine. Only when you are awake do you know that dreams are false.

It's a pity that everyone in the world is drunk and I wake up alone, which is also a pain.

When the red dust ends, the mixed stories are rendered into dots of ink between the paper, turning into touching dramas.

Lin Xuan's brows were tightly locked, his face was pale, and he looked much haggard.

But he knew that even if he was reluctant and helpless in his heart, it was time to wake up at this moment.

The country is picturesque, and the light is fleeting, maybe he shouldn't have been willful and reckless in the first place, resulting in self-pity for Gu Ying today.

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