The sound of the wind, the sound of the swaying of the bamboo forest, the sound of the bamboo leaves rustling, and the singing, the singing of a woman, ethereal and beautiful.

These voices, as if they were accompaniment to the song, and the harmony became the only one in heaven and earth at this moment.

It makes the listener obsessed, intoxicated, too wonderful, too beautiful, as if all the words of praise in this world are not enough to describe such a sound.

It is like a person who has been lonely for thousands of years, and suddenly hears another voice falling to his ears, breaking the eternal silence and eternal darkness, and it seems that a tree that has existed for thousands of years in the dry desert is suddenly pitied by Ganlin Xianlu.

Even the man who had been asleep for many days listened involuntarily, and then slowly woke up.

Under the pain all over his body, he slowly sat up, his right hand, even if he was unconscious, he held the sword tightly, through the light of the sky that came in from the bamboo house, he sat in silence for a while, feeling the feeling of flesh and blood from the sword in his hand.

The scabbard has gone, and the monotonous sword body looks extremely ordinary at this moment, except that the shape is different from that of ordinary swords, but there is nothing unusual, like an ordinary iron sword.

After slowing down his strength and listening to the singing in his ears, he slowly stood up and pushed open the bamboo door, still in the bamboo forest.

Then he was a little stunned, because it was the pearl that was singing, and at this moment he even had an illusion, as if all the sounds in the world appeared to set off this singing.

It's just that when he walked out, Mingzhu also stopped singing and turned around, the two looked at each other speechlessly, the young man's face was a little hesitant, his eyes flickered a little, and the girl stared quietly.

"You want to go?"

Mingzhu suddenly said a word, at this moment she seems to have a change than before, that is a kind of breath and feeling, indescribable, but that's it.

"I don't know. ”

He was a little dazed when he heard the words, just because the world is so big, and he didn't know where he came from or where he should go at this moment, and he didn't even know who he was.

"You should ask it, maybe it knows. ”

Mingzhu's gaze moved to the autumn water cold in his hand.

The former willow white clothes, and now Zhuxin looked at Mingzhu's unchanged face, but showed the gaze of another person.

He had some doubts, temperament, feelings.

Mingzhu slowly walked over to meet his gaze, looking straight into his eyes, the tips of his nose were almost touched, and he exhaled like an orchid.

"It's good for you to wake up. ”

She smiled, smiled, and those changes were gone, crescent-like eyes, and pear vortex, innocent, innocent, pure and kind

After a slight flute, his footsteps suddenly retreated, but he tripped and fell to the ground in a panic, and his left hand was already the hand that was dragging the pearl in front of him in a hurry, but both of them fell in the end.

"Oops. ”

As soon as his forehead hurt, the two of them had collided together, and he was in pain all over his body at the moment, so what strength did he have, and he was already in a panic and watched Mingzhu press down.

The faces of the two of them turned red together, and everything seemed to freeze at this moment, but he didn't notice that the purple meaning in the bamboo forest was getting deeper and deeper.

......

Spring, summer, autumn and winter, it has been three years in the blink of an eye.

"Aren't you going to put it down yet?"

Mingzhu looked at him who was sleeping with the sword and eating with the sword in front of him, his eyes were gloomy and full of misery.

"Good. ”

He looked at her eyes, his body trembled slightly, and he was silent for a long time, and finally agreed.

Another year.

He put down the sword in his hand, and at this moment, he is like a complete farmer, fishing, hunting, chopping wood, and completely reduced to an ordinary person.

He almost forgot everything, even all the villagers in the fishing village had not seen it for a long time, this bamboo forest was like his own world, or the world of him and Mingzhu, here, in addition to talking to the three children, Mingzhu was the only one, his only one, and only her.

Over the years, the purple color in the bamboo forest has become more intense and more spiritual.

It's just that today is a little different.

"Marry me. ”

Mingzhu looked at the person who was looking at the bamboo in a daze in front of him.

"Good. ”

The same answer, but at this moment, he put down his sword, but he never smiled again.

Half a month later.

Mingzhu held a package in his hand, which was exchanged for the accumulation of hunting fur in the past few years, a wedding dress, bright red as fire, outlined in gold wire.

I'm going to get married.

There were no relatives or friends, but the two of them had three children, no more than a few red candles, just a slightly hearty meal, and a few new bedding.

Life in the world, in the final analysis, there are not many concerns, there are not many attachments, there are only a handful, and love is one of them, and even the most eternal topic between heaven and earth, just like immortality, it is something that people are looking for.

And now, obsessed with love, this persistence has reached the extreme.

She replaced the only thing in his heart, and became the only thing he was attached to, so persistent that there was no room for anything else, and even let go of the sword.

This year, the green bamboo turned purple, and the brilliance was so rich that it was almost like a firefly at night.

He loves to listen to the singing of the pearl, with the bamboo forest rising up, in a trance, sometimes he even feels that the singing is the bamboo forest, can not tell the difference, sometimes he will feel that this piece of purple bamboo is like the embodiment of the pearl, or the pearl is the embodiment of the purple bamboo.

However, he never smiled again after all, and he always felt that he had lost something very important, very important, empty, as if he had lost his heart.

However, as time passed, even this feeling was almost forgotten, and the empty place had been filled with something else.

"Will you have a heart?"

Looking at the bamboo that was like purple jade, he muttered.

"Jingle Bell ......"

It's just that what responded to him was the swaying sound of the bamboo leaves after the wind rose, just like an answer to him, like the song of the pearl, beautiful as music.