In the silent night, the breeze blew the curtain of Qingyi Pavilion, and Murong Qianxue's thin figure, fluttering in white, stood in front of the window, looking at the evening tide, the sorrow in her heart became more and more, so that she could no longer bear it.

"Squeak..." Meng Tianchen pushed open the door of Qingyi Pavilion, looking at her figure, the unbearable in the guilty heart turned into crystal tears and condensed in his eyes.

Meng Tianchen slowly walked towards her, gently hugged Murong Qianxue's slender waist from behind, and rested his chin on her shoulder.

"Qianxue, are you crying?" Meng Tianchen asked knowingly, he had always been known for his wisdom, but now he suddenly didn't know what to say to Murong Qianxue.

Murong Qianxue turned around suddenly, and a pair of small pink fists kept hitting Meng Qianchen's body, and her wordless sorrow turned into tears and burst out, she really couldn't hold back.

"I hate you to death, why do you treat me like this, why!" Murong Qianxue's eyes were red from crying, as if she was deflated, and she suddenly threw herself into the arms of Meng Qichen.

Dream Dumping hugged her tightly and comforted her softly. He had made up his mind, even Murong Qianxue couldn't stop him, although he felt guilty, he was helpless.

The only thing he could do was comfort the girl in his arms.

Murong Qianxue listened to his helplessness and apologetic comfort, and her heart became more and more bitter, but she was not an ignorant person, and after crying for a while, she forcibly stopped her tears.

He is leaving tomorrow, Murong Qianxue doesn't want to dream of being in the chaos and worrying about herself, she can only endure this bitterness silently.

"Dumping dust, I'm sorry, I..." Murong Qianxue raised her head, looked at Meng Dumping with her red eyes, and said writhingly.

Meng Tianchen shook her head, her arms around her became tighter, and she whispered, "Don't say anything, Qianxue, let me hold you for a while." ”

The time before parting is very luxurious for the two of them, and they don't want to waste the slightest thing.

The two kissed each other affectionately on the bed, and Meng Tianchen's soft tongue pried open Murong Qianxue's small mouth, greedily sniffing the elegant fragrance on Yiren's body. It was the first time he showed such a gaffe in front of Murong Qianxue, but it was the deepest desire in his heart.

Although the attic was warm, Murong Qianxue still felt a little cold in her heart. All the silent tears were collected in the corners of her eyes, without the slightest expression.

Meng Tianchen gently wiped the corners of her eyes with his fingers and lay on the bed with her arms around her.

This night is destined to be a sleepless night for two people, the sorrow of parting is constantly churning in the hearts of two people, this helpless tragedy is their destined catastrophe, Murong Qianxue is speechless, and the dream is silent.

In the quiet attic, the faint candle flame kept beating. The two of them hugged each other quietly, and only the sound of each other's uneasy heartbeats and breathing could be heard.

Meng Tianchen looked at Yiren who was quietly leaning in his arms, and his wise eyes seemed to have traveled through time and space, returning to the time when they had just made a private life.

On the choppy half-step seaside, Meng Tianchen stood quietly, and Murong Qianxue sat on the reef and pulled her weak hair.

"You lost, dump the dust..."Murong Qianxue blinked, but there didn't seem to be any joy in her tone that she had won.

"Yes, I lost, Qianxue..."The young man Meng Tianchen turned his head and looked at Murong Qianxue with a smile. That smile is like the sunshine in winter, bringing infinite warmth to people.

He did lose, as Murong Qianxue said, the strings are five tunes, and the palace merchants are the corners, that is, the things of the monarch and the subjects. Although Meng Qianchen did not care about everything on the surface, from his song, it was not difficult for Murong Qianxue to hear the turmoil in his heart.

However, although Murong Qianxue won the Qin of Dream Dumping, she lost her heart to him.

In the end, neither of them won...

"Dump Chen, do you care about me?" Murong Qianxue looked at his smile and asked softly.

Childhood sweethearts, the two little guesses have long left an indelible impression in each other's hearts. The years when Meng Tianchen and Qiu Hanfeng left the Tianya Pavilion were the happiest times when Murong Qianxue was a child.

She always hoped that her dusting brother would come back soon, but when Dream Dumping entered the Tianya Pavilion again, Murong Qianxue carefully found that her dusting brother had changed and became different from before.

He no longer likes to laugh as much as before, and he has suddenly become depressed from a cheerful child. Sometimes they even lock themselves in a small room for days.

Murong Qianxue would always sit outside and wait for him to come out, but every time the dream came out, she just smiled at her, and then stood alone on the bank of the Fengjiang River, watching the Xiaoxiao twilight rain drop on the Fengjiang River.

The night was as cold as water, and Murong Qianxue fell asleep in the arms of Meng Qichen when she thought about it. The faint sound of breathing came into Meng Qianchen's ears, and he gently covered Murong Qianxue with a quilt, and then walked down to the ground, sitting in the place where Murong Qianxue often sits, looking up at the moon in the sky.

Suddenly, Murong Qianxue turned over slightly, and a nostalgic and sad whisper came into the ears of Meng Qianchen.

"Dumping dust, don't you go, I'm really, really reluctant for you to leave me. I'll listen to you obediently in the future, don't go, don't go..."

Meng Qianchen's eyes trembled a few times, walked to Murong Qianxue's bedside, gently brushed the hair on her face, and said softly, "Silly Qianxue, I will definitely come back, come back and take you to travel the world, and accompany you for the rest of my life." ”

"Hmm..."Murong Qianxue hummed softly, then lost her voice and continued to fall asleep.

Meng Tianchen sat quietly on the edge of her bed, and her eyes full of pity wrapped Murong Qianxue's delicate body.

Tomorrow is the day they part, this last time is quiet and long, even if Meng Tianchen is reluctant to give up, he can only look at her a few more times.

He silently decided in his heart that he must sweep everything away in the shortest possible time, and then return to the ordinary, be himself again, and be with Murong Qianxue forever!

Early in the morning, when the first rays of sunlight shone on the Fengjiang River, Murong Qianxue opened her slightly swollen eyes. I saw that the room was empty, and the figure of the dream dumping dust had long been gone.

Murong Qianxue hugged her knees, recalling Meng Qianchen's soft smile, and slowly tears began to drip again.

She missed even the chance to say goodbye, and after this time, she didn't know when she would be able to see Meng Tianchen again. A year, two years, three years, this waiting time is always painful.

"Dusty ......" Murong Qianxue called him softly and repeatedly, as if that person was beside him.

At this time, the door of Qingyi Pavilion opened, and the long figure of Dream Dump Dust carried a guqin on his back and walked in with the sun.

"Qianxue, what's wrong with you?" Seeing that her eyes were as if they had been washed by water, Meng Tianchen sat on the edge of the bed and rubbed his little head, and asked softly.

Murong Qianxue saw that he hadn't left yet, and she breathed a sigh of relief in her heart, she could still look at him again......

Rubbing her eyes, Murong Qianxue began to tidy up her appearance. She wants to say goodbye to her crush in the most beautiful way, and she wants to watch Meng Tianchen leave in the strongest way, so that he can do his own thing with confidence.

Meng Tianchen watched her groom in the mirror, walked to the table silently, untied the piano behind her and put it on the table, her knobby fingers plucked the tough strings, and a melodious song came out of Qingyi Pavilion.

This is the last thing Meng Qichen can do for her, and only this guqin can accompany Murong Qianxue in the future until he comes back.

Murong Qianxue listened to the song of the phoenix in the dust, and the tears in the corners of her eyes passed away quietly.

"You're playing so badly, I'll play it later. Murong Qianxue pretended to be relaxed and said.

"Okay" Meng Tianchen nodded, still smiling and playing his own tune, and said, "But this one, I still have to finish playing." ”

"Haha, yes"

On the bank of the Fengjiang River, Xuanyuan Hao and Shi Mengyan were already waiting there. Thinking that Dream Dumping could go out of the mountain to help, the haze in Xuanyuan Hao's heart was suddenly swept away, and a smile appeared on his handsome face.

Shi Mengyan was very calm, she was worried that Xiao Ran would turn her face with Xuanyuan Hao. That night, Xuanyuan Hao told Shi Mengyan everything.

Xu Moyin and Xiao Ran have the same father, Xu Moyin follows her mother's surname, due to the grievances between the elders, Xu Moyin has lived in isolation since she was a child, and she doesn't want to have anything to do with the Xiao family.

But blood is thicker than water, when Xiao Ran was framed by the Xiao family, Xu Moyin still came to the rescue without hesitation, and even designed to help Xiao Ran recapture the Xiao family.

Because of Xu Moyin's death, Xiao Ran has already broken his liver and intestines. If Meng Tianchen and Xuanyuan Hao went to the Quicksand Valley together at this time, Shi Mengyan really didn't know what else would happen.

Also, the Xiao Han who shot at her and Xuanyuan Hao on the way the day before yesterday turned out to be Xiao Ran and Xu Moyin's uncle. With his martial arts, even Xuanyuan Hao is definitely not an opponent.

These things all came together, Shi Mengyan was really worried!

At noon, in Xuanyuan Hao's ardent anticipation, Meng Tianchen was dressed in a blue cloud robe, walking slowly, chic and calmly with a determination without regrets, and slowly walked towards them.

As soon as Xuanyuan Hao saw the dream pouring dust over, he immediately greeted him with a smile. Standing three feet away from the dream, he bowed slightly and said, "Since then, Mr. Lao has given me advice, and I hope that Mr. Lao can create another brilliant and prosperous era with me!"

Xuanyuan Hao said very sincerely, Meng Tianchen held his arm, glanced back at the thin white figure above the end of the world, and nodded solemnly.

"It's getting late, let's go. ”

After Meng Tianchen finished speaking, he made way for Xuanyuan Hao with the appearance of his subordinates, from this moment on, he is no longer the young master of the Tianya Sea Pavilion, nor will he be the prince of the Rongwu Jiang Dynasty, he is just Xuanyuan Hao's strategist, giving him advice and pacifying the world!

The gurgling water sent Meng Tianchen and the others into the distance, Murong Qianxue looked at the Yiye Bian Boat on the river, stroked Yaoqin, and the tears in the corners of her eyes clearly hit her clothes.

The soft melody and melodious tune seem to be sad, and there are thousands of hatreds.

The clouds in the sky are poured for it, and the birds are silent when they hear it, and at this moment between heaven and earth, only this song is parting with sorrow, accompanied by the flowing river, sailing into the distance.

"A dangerous string breaks the intestines, and Jinqiao turns his teeth. Jiang Xinyun is heavy with Pu Fan, and the wind blows the fragrance of pink tears upstairs. Yao grass is green, willow buds are yellow, and the general will leave the hatred of Xiaoxiang. Please look at the flowing water, and know the world's longevity..."

The melancholy and reluctant rhyme, accompanied by the sorrow in Murong Qianxue's heart, spread into the ears of Dream Dumping, he quietly wiped away the hot tears in his eyes, and did not look back...

Murong Qianxue looked at the direction in which Meng Tianchen left, and finally couldn't hold back any longer, "Zheng...", the strings were broken, and the red blood beads dripping from her fingertips had already hurt her heart.

"I... I'll wait for you to come back, dumping the dust..."