It's not good to wait for others. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Most people have tasted it.

Loneliness, anxiety, prayer, sadness.

The moon is high in the sky, and the shadow is cold.

The autumn wind wrinkled the corners of Chunjia's skirt and moistened Chunjia's starry eyes.

He's back.

One man, one sword.

A lonely shadow under the moon, just like his state of mind.

"Where have you been?"

Lianbu greeted him, his eyes full of concern.

"A thousand sea canoes are dead. ”

He said lightly, his face full of loss.

Understand him, the Thousand Seas Canoe must not have died under his sword.

"Then, go to bed early, tomorrow, we have to hurry. Chun Jia said softly, biting her red lips.

"I'll take you back to your room. ”

He walked in front, and Chunjia followed.

In the room, warm quilt mattress

Chunjia was a little tired, and when the kimono fell, the tears were also crystal clear.

Mei Xiaoyan weakly pushed open her door, and the man in white was drinking.

I don't know what weirdness he wants to sell, Xiao Yan took a deep breath and sat opposite him.

"When I came back, I saw Miss Liu waiting for you in front of the inn. ”

He always seems to have wine on hand, and he always seems to be drunk.

"What do you want to say?"

Xiao Yan put down her sword and ignored it.

"She's a girl, and she doesn't know martial arts, standing on the street at night, aren't you worried that she's in danger?"

He drank the wine and filled his cup again.

"What the hell are you trying to say?"

Xiao Yan twisted her eyebrows and squinted at him.

"Did you ask her if she was cold? You asked her if she was in a hurry?

I didn't ask, I didn't ask a single one, but I just told her lightly that the Thousand Seas Canoe was dead.

Xiao Yan sighed, and just as she wanted to answer, a slap hit him in the face.

Suddenly dizzy and almost fell.

The fast sword was like electricity, and Xiao Yan's sword immediately hit the neck of the man in white, and his eyes breathed fire.

The man in white drank all the residual wine, put down the wine glass, and looked directly at him: "Mei Xiaoyan, your junior sister is sincere to you, you turn a blind eye, but you take her into danger, you are so despicable!"

Vile?

Xiao Yan never thought that this word would be related to herself.

When I just wanted to talk back, I heard the man in white shout: "You only have hatred in your heart, you don't understand the value of love, and you are so pitiful!"

Wretched?

Maybe, but Xiaoyan is strong and never knows how to pity herself.

The sharp sword was cold, sticking to the neck of the man in white, and listening to his sneer: "There is only a cold-blooded vendetta ahead, but if you are willing to turn back, you can get Chunjia's sincerity, in fact, you are not worthy, you are really not worthy!"

Xiao Yan was stunned, he drank again, and smiled peacefully: "Because you are a fool, a fool is not worthy of Chunjia's love." ”

"There's one more thing you don't deserve. He ignored the sharp sword frost and continued to laugh and talk: "You don't deserve to be slapped by me, listen to my words." ”

"Then why are you telling me!"

The hand holding the sword was already trembling, looking back on the previous situation, Xiao Yan felt sad in her heart.

Am I really mean, as he says, mean and pathetic?

"Because of a dream of peace in the world. "The man in white was so drunk that he couldn't even open his eyes.

When the wine was poured, his hands trembled, and the elixir splashed everywhere.

"I have a friend who is the number one hero in heaven and earth, and he has a dream of peace in the world, and he made a promise with that girl to take her to fulfill this dream. ”

He was drunk, still pouring wine into his mouth, still talking about the past: "But he said that he had to finish what was in front of him first, and then take her to the world to be peaceful." ”

"And then, then. The man in white seemed to be crying and laughing, carrying a pot and pouring wine, the wine was on his face, and he couldn't tell whether he had tears or not: "That girl died, died by the East China Sea, died in the arms of my friend, and he couldn't save her with his best means in the world, they never had a chance again, and they never had a chance to go to the world again." ”

The wine has been drunk, the story has been told, and in a few simple words, it is said that the dream is like a fantasy, and it must not come again.

"And Mei Xiaoyan, you. The man in white slowly stood up: "You are not the first in the world, do you have to learn from my friend and do what is in front of you before you are willing to hold Chunjia's hand?"

He didn't answer, just put down the sword in his hand.

"Stupid!

The man in white was laughing, singing and crying, and staggered out of Mei Xiaoyan's room.

Regardless of the night approaching dawn, he sang a few words:

Poor Hongyan is so infatuated, it is difficult to melt Junlang's heart.

The fragrance disappears and the clouds are scattered, who is called the world's lovesickness?

The song turned around, rippling with stars, falling Mei Xiaoyan's sword, and breaking Liu Chunjia's heart.

The plum blossoms are falling in good spring.

When will Xiaoyan return to the willow nest?

Providence is getting colder, and the winter wind is beginning to appear.

The man in white drank enough cold wine, put his hands in his sleeves, reclined in the carriage, and fell into a deep sleep.

Xiaoyan rode the whip alone, and Chunjia was lonely in the carriage.

They were still on the road.

The road became more and more deserted, and when the carriage was bumpy, the man in white gradually woke up, humming a strange tune in his mouth.

He didn't sing well, but he read a few words of desolation.

It is in line with the early winter.

There is a mountain next to the road, and a river at the bottom of the mountain.

When the river flows for a long time, the sound is a little more bleak.

The man in white moved his nose and asked Xiao Yan sideways, "Do you smell it?"

I was puzzled, so I just listened to him ask and answer: "There are beekeepers in the mountains, and they can catch the last mouthful of autumn honey before the winter solstice arrives." ”

He jumped off the seat and raised his eyebrows and smiled: "Autumn honey is delicious, the hive is better, if you are lucky, you can ask the beekeeper for a piece of the hive to eat." ”

Without waiting for Xiao Yan's reply, he had already embarked on the road up the mountain to ask for honey.

Beekeepers mostly operate in the fields and hills, and the mountains here are continuous but not high, which is indeed a good place for beekeeping.

With the nose of the man in white leading the way, they soon came halfway up the mountain.

Halfway up the mountain, there is a flat field, surrounded by black veils.

Through the thin black veil, you can see several beehives neatly arranged.

There are bees flying low in the world, and they also smell the fragrance of honey.

The man in white didn't dare to lift the black veil, for fear of being stung by a bee, so he could only ask for directions through the veil: "May I ask if the owner of the apiary is here?" ”

After only shouting twice, he saw someone walking lightly through the veil.

The greedy person was also anxious, and hurriedly said his meaning: "I want to sell two cans of clear honey, and then ask the boss for a few pieces of beehive." ”

After the black veil, someone handed out three bee straw hats and said softly: "Invite a friend to come in and pick it yourself." ”

Listening to the voice, the beekeeper turned out to be a woman.

The straw hat is carefully braided, and a white veil is embedded around it to block the face and prevent the bees from taking advantage of the loophole.

The man in white put on a bee hat and lowered his sleeves, so he dared to lift the corner of the black gauze and enter the bee farm.

Xiao Yan and Chun Jia followed suit and entered with him.

The beekeeper was standing in the middle of the apiary, and of course she was wearing a bee hat that made her face unclear.

But with her delicate and jade posture, it is not difficult to imagine that she may be a beautiful Chanjuan.

The beekeeper led them along the side road to the wooden house, went into the wooden house himself, took a few pours of clear honey, and handed it to the man in white.

Put on bee-repellent gloves and go to the beehive to shovel a large piece of honeycomb.

The honeycomb is golden, and there are a few bees climbing, and the beekeeper carefully releases the bees into the air, and then he hands the honeycomb to the man in white with confidence.

He was already impatient, and when he took the honeyhive, he took a big bite of it.

After eating half of the honey, I was full of praise: "It's fragrant and sweet, and it's not in vain that this beehive has made up half of my makeup." ”