In the sky above Jincheng, the huge white-feathered phoenix wings were like clouds hanging from the sky, stirring the wind and surging, and the flowing clouds were scattered. On the back of the phoenix, two figures, one blue and one white, fluttered like a frightening flood, and their light clothes flew up ethereally, as if the two-colored mist was intertwined and blended. The white-shirted and beautiful son is the sacred fairy Mo Siqing, and the blue-clothed Shanshan girl Jiao'e should be as cold as a poem.

Being in a high place, you look down on the world, and everything is in your eyes. People in the world come and go, and joys, sorrows, and sorrows cannot escape the gaze of heaven. If the peasants reap the harvest from the sky, if the sky does not rain rain, they will be in a desperate situation, and if the profits and losses of the merchants depend on the sky, if disasters fall from the sky, their wives will be scattered. From emperors and grandsons to beggars and gamblers, they can't escape the word "providence". But who knows that this "providence" is no longer what it used to be.

"Back to this Jincheng, how does Yaoyao feel. ”

"Look at the people of Jincheng, living and working in peace and contentment, enjoying themselves. But if there is a war or a natural disaster, how should all living beings resist, all they want is stability. For this stability, they prayed to Heaven for everything, but Heaven never took it into account. "Luo Yaozhan's eyes are compassionate, it is the ethereal loneliness of everyone in my heart, but not in my eyes.

Mo Siqing glanced at Luo Yaozhan deeply, and sighed faintly-Yaoyao, you still can't let go, right?

That sea of flowers is still breathtakingly beautiful. The fragrant red of the four seasons, year after year, I am used to seeing joys and sorrows, my liver and intestines are broken, and I am sad for the world's travelers, and I am hazy with the slightest smoke and rain.

"For some reason, this sea of flowers always makes me feel a strange sense of familiarity, as if I passed by it thousands of years ago. ”

Luo Yaozhan muttered to herself, and the depths of her soul seemed to tremble obviously, but it was not clear.

Mo Siqing was silent and did not say a word. It only stood quietly, deep and hollow. When the wind passed, his clothes did not move at all, and in a trance, he had already stood as a statue, looking at the position of the flowers and trees by the lake, I don't know whether he thought of Luo Yaozhan that night, or someone else, his face was faintly no longer cold.

"Brother Mo, do you say it's Huamei or Yue'er Mei. ”

"Ah Yue is the most beautiful, it's like-"

"Like what?"

"Like fluttering clouds. ”

......

Perhaps, in response to this metaphor, she is gone, as if there is nowhere to find Chaoyun, and she can't come back, she can't find it. The flowers are similar every year, the people are different every year, the same sea of flowers, he has been tied to a different person, it is her, but it is also her. It's just that the years have never given an answer, countless ridiculous jokes, and countless liver and intestines have been broken, before I understand the fate and calamity that were destined to be good.

"Siqing, what are you thinking, so distracted. ”

Luo Yaozhan seemed to feel the strange atmosphere, and when she looked back, she saw that his eyes were so familiar but so unfamiliar.

"I was thinking, if one day, the person in my heart is gone, how can I be alone in the world like flowers. ”

"You...... The man at heart. ”

"Heaven favors," Mo Siqing smiled lightly, "that person is by my side." ”

Luo Yaozhan was surprised, the answer she was obviously hoping for really came into her ears like that, but she was stunned for a moment, as if the gate at the bottom of her heart was loosened all of a sudden, and the rolling spring tide poured out wildly, blocking her throat and pressing on the bottom of her heart, unable to speak, and forgetting to put pen to paper.

Who is he? He has never been Luo Yaozhan, but the Immortal Monarch of the Purple Mansion, the opportunity for the rebirth of the Immortal Emperor, and the puppet destined to have no self. She has never wanted to choose her own life, and she has always been powerless to resist the life imprisoned by fate. She was doomed to perish as soon as she came out, and she used perdition to fulfill other people's lives, but she was never unwilling, and the faith from her soul made her willing to be born and annihilated.

But now, what did she hear? The love that had long been engraved in her bones was surging like a desperate embankment. Why? Why do you have to use your own death to fulfill the person you don't know? Why do you want to give up your life to live for someone else? The shackles that were put on her are heavy and hard, how should she get rid of it? The cage of fate, unwilling, unwilling!

The sudden touch on the lips was cold and warm. The faint fragrance of the lotus root in the Moon Palace, the faint fragrance of flowers that seemed to linger, and the faint incense on his body, poured into his mouth for a while, lingering in death, and the earth was desolate. The fiery and gentle, fierce and gentle kiss, she had nowhere to escape, deeply fallen, all the life-to-life, the deep love that the Lethe River could not eliminate, drunk, if it was a dream, she could not wake up again......

"Yaoyao, don't leave me again, okay?"

Mo Siqing hugged Luo Yaozhan deeply, his tone was almost pleading, so cowardly and lonely, at this moment, he lost the charm of an immortal, and he was a little helpless. He was afraid that she, like that person, would quietly disappear from his life without a trace.

"I'm afraid ......," Luo Yaozhan lowered her eyes.

I'm afraid that you will leave, I'm afraid that you won't be able to let go of your burden, and I'm even more afraid, I'm afraid of me, I'm afraid of you, and I can't break free from the shackles of fate.

Yaoyao...... Promise me, promise me, don't leave me, never ......"

Such a fragile and helpless tone made Luo Yaozhan's heart ache, as if when, her heart also hurt like that, even more than this.

"I wish to have one heart, and the white head will not be separated. Luo Yaozhan looked directly at Mo Siqing's dark eyes and smiled, "If you lose me one day, I will definitely destroy myself with my own hands and pay tribute to my broken heart." ”

"There will not be a day when it is better to hurt you than to kill me. ”

Another kiss, the vicissitudes of life, only wait for the years to be the same.