Back to the Shark Palace, I walked in the Shark Palace with some frustration, and only the sharks were left in the Shark Palace.

The mermaids wept while weaving the silk, and the tears fell into beads, and the beads rolled scattered on the floor of the whole house.

I bent down and picked up a bead, and found that the bead contained the life of this weeping shark, from birth to growth, I could see every scene.

I put the beads on the ground to spread the silk in a field.

I stood in front of the coral trellis covered with shark silk, looking at the white practice of this horse, the mercerized light, gorgeous, the luster subtle and restrained, holding it in my hand as if it were nothing.

I couldn't help but cry bitterly as I held the shark silk, which looked as gorgeous and exquisite as my heart, but it was so empty in my hand.

After crying for a while, a hand touched my shoulder, I raised my head, it was Yu Niang, and Xiao Chen was standing not far away.

"Good boy, don't be bitter about yourself, there is still half a month left for Qianyao's enthronement ceremony, you can go back and relax during this time, Li Yu is still waiting for you in the military camp, where is there no quarrel between husband and wife, if you are reluctant to him, go back to him."

You and Liuyue are playing tricks on the sky, now after all, you have a king and he has a wife, since you are really fated and can't be forced, don't be too bitter. ”

I nodded, said goodbye to Ling Yuniang and Xiao Chen, asked them to say goodbye to everyone on my behalf, and flew away quietly.

I stood on the reef beside the blue sea of clouds, looking around, where should I go?

When I go back, I don't want to see Liuyue's sad eyes, and when I go back to the barracks, I don't want to face Li Yu's lonely and frustrated heart.

I pondered for a moment, saw the bottle of mist in my arms, and I flew into the woods of fog.

I found a small hut in the woods, with a bed, a quilt, a small table, and a stool that was not high.

It seemed that no one had lived in the hut for a long time, so I walked into the hut and picked up the quilt on the bed and walked out of the hut shaking vigorously.

At night, I curled up in my hut bed and fell asleep.

When I was a child, I was awakened by a dream and dreamed of the sound of petals falling to the ground of flowers and trees in the woods.

I got up in front of the window and watched, it was pitch black outside, and I wanted to run out to see, but I was still blocked by the darkness that I couldn't see my fingers.

I sighed and continued to toss and turn in the grass nest, and the crushed straw mat made a sighing sound.

Finally, I waited for dawn, stepped on the wet ground, dragged a thin quilt, and came to the woods under the flowers and trees to look for last night's abnormal movements.

Oh, the whole tree in the woods has bloomed, and some of the flowers that have been blown off by last night's wind are lying quietly on the dirt under the tree, panting and looking at me.

I stooped down to pick up the flowers, gathered them at the base of the paulownia tree, and folded some broad-leaved branches from the bushes around me, and spread them beside the flowers.

After a few rounds of watching this tree with a huge umbrella cover full of white paulownia flowers, it is so beautiful and has a faint fragrance.

I'm a little tired.

Dragged the thin quilt, spread it on the broad-leaved branches, lay on it, pulled the corner of the quilt and rolled it, and the quilt rolled up.

I'm going to sleep.

Stretch out your hand and hold the flowers piled up next to the root of the tree into the crook of your arm, find the most comfortable place for the root to pillow in the crook, and close your eyes.

The wind was blowing in the woods, and the branches rustled in the wind, and I thought that when I woke up, I would be a mound of flowers.

Isolated and carefree

Smiling slightly, I slept quietly with the flowers.

In my dreams, it was as if someone was coming to me.

I took him by the hand, and took his arms around him, and lay down on the roots of the paulownia tree.

Pillowed on the crook of his arm, against his chest, listening to the sound of his heartbeat, I hugged him to sleep.

In the dark of the night, without speaking, kissing me, his hot breath exhaled into my chest, melting the thin frost that fate had cast on my heart.

It was dawning, and I woke up from the flower mound, and the dream of last night was still fresh in my memory, but it was just a dream, I thought.

In a suddenly good mood, he reached out to the plane tree and plucked a wide leaf, picked up a thin branch, and left a few words on the leaf:

"Wild chrysanthemums in the wilderness, blowing in the wind.

Lonely and self-appreciative, the wilderness is unpretentious.

The clouds flew by, smiling and praising the wild chrysanthemums.

You live in the wilderness, and your heart is free of lead,

Heaven and earth are parents, and Hongxia is decorated with brilliance.

Although the wild chrysanthemum is small, the wasteland is sublimated. ”

When he saw it, he threw the leaf back into the trunk and grew back to its original place.

Climbing out of the mound and pulling out the thin quilt, I dragged the thin quilt to prepare to go back to the small thatched hut, and suddenly felt that there seemed to be someone under the paulownia tree, and when I looked back, I saw only patches of fallen flowers under the tree.

In the woods I looked around for the figure of the fog, since the last time I missed the fog so much, there were not many drops left in the jade bottle that the fog gave me.

I walked aimlessly through the woods until I came to a lake in the middle of the woods, and it was so beautiful, the turquoise lake was as calm as an opal in the heart of the woods.

The lake is full of colorful wildflowers, and a small red dragonfly stands sullenly on the blade of grass of an orchid.

I walked past the little dragonfly, and the little dragonfly was a little angry when he saw that I didn't look at him.

"Hey, can't you see me? ”

I looked down at the little dragonfly standing on the blade of grass and yelling at me, "Are you calling me?" I said to the little dragonfly.

When the little dragonfly heard this, she immediately jumped off the orchid grass and turned into a teenager on the ground.

I looked at the teenager and thought about what he needed me to help him.

The boy looked at me too, and I looked at the boy with four eyes.

"Can you sit down and listen to my story?" asked me, the little dragonfly,

I nodded, "Yes." ”

I found a stone among the flowers and sat down.

The little dragonfly also found a rock and sat across from me.

"Okay, you can tell your story. I said to the little dragonfly.

The little dragonfly looked at me: "Suddenly there is no way to talk about it for a while. "Little dragonfly buckle buckle.

"Say whatever you want, say anything. "I suddenly felt a sense of sympathy for the little dragonfly.

The little dragonfly looked at me for a while and slowly opened the button:

"The stars of the sky shine every day,

Every night will fly into my mind and knock on my dreams,

There are those who are sad and there are those who rejoice.

Sad dreams always ask me, "Are you sad? Because of these dreams?"

I said, "Yes, it's so sad!"

Then the sad dream says, "So are you willing to abandon it?"

I said, "No!"

"Why?"

"Because the road to the cliff of sorrow is paved with delicate roses, I can't resist!

So the sad dream fell into the cliff with those sad stars, and the tears flowed into a river!

Joyful dreams asked me, "Are you happy? because of these dreams!"

I said, "Yes, great joy!"

The joyful dream says, "Then why do you abandon it to follow the sad dream?"