"Zheng!"

The sound of the piano, dressed in white and coarse linen, did not speak, as if they were born with a tacit understanding, and at the same time raised their hands and plucked the strings, not "Siweiyang", but "Eternal Life".

The fairy song of the gods, the song is endless, a song is immortal, born at the wrong time, dare to ask can you live forever?

Xue Baiyi's piano has no strings, but it plays a heavenly sound, attracting the spirits of the eight directions.

Dragonfly Jade smiled, her delicate body straightened, and she plucked the strings seriously, and countless exquisite notes danced on the strings.

This song is so beautiful, just because it is in the sky, it is rare to hear it in the world.

Both of them are piano geniuses, and they have only played "Eternal Life" once, and they can actually reproduce it, although this song "Eternal Life" is not as good as Yi Zhixuan's playing.

But this song has reached a height, and no one can play it except Dragonfly and Xue Baiyi.

In ancient times, there were mountains and flowing water, and today there is "Eternal Life", the world's bosom friend is the most difficult to find, and the bosom friend is like a mountain to flowing water, the same person, sleek and flawless.

In the distance, a huge firebird flew in the darkness, as if it could set the heavens and the earth on fire, huge and incomparable, only one leg, looking up and listening, with a fascinated expression.

This is a Bi Fang, an ancient relic, and even now, it is an extremely powerful race.

Bang!

The roar came from the ground, as if a mountain had collapsed, and the smoke and dust were billowing out, and from a distance, countless strange beasts rushed in, stopping at the bottom of the mountain one after another, looking up at the top of the mountain.

More fairy birds and exotic beasts rushed in, completely surrounding the top of the mountain, impermeable to the wind, and even the sky above the head was covered by all kinds of exotic birds.

At the top of the mountain, on the side of Xue Baiyi, the glazed lantern silently emits a glow, soft and tranquil, illuminating every inch of land on the top of the mountain.

On the opposite side, the dragonflies sat opposite each other, both of them closed their eyes slightly, their expressions were soft and solemn, and their fingers were raised or pressed, playing a natural sound.

There are big beads and small beads falling on the jade plate, and there is the wonder of rapid rain and drizzle.

Suddenly, the fairy sound stopped, and only the sound lingered, and for a long time, the movements of the two were frozen.

Suddenly, the slender fingers brushed the strings again, leading to a fierce sound, like a golden iron horse, a battlefield battle, vast and desolate, tragic and shocking.

This "Eternal Life" is an immortal song that has been passed down for hundreds of thousands of years, and everyone in the world admires immortality, but can it really be immortal?

"Eternal Life" played, maybe it can really be immortal, this is an inspiring war song, this is a cry that is unwilling to admit defeat, this is a murmur that can never be finished.

Blooming all over the sky, rootless, glowing, glowing, not dazzling, soft can nourish the mind, gentle can calm the mind.

At this moment, it seems that there is nothing in heaven and earth, only chaos remains, heaven and earth are not divided, the world does not exist, there are only two people.

The canvas unfolds, from far to near, from ancient times to the present, this song is too long, too sad, too tragic, too exciting......

Raise your fingers, press the strings, and a song is natural.

"Buzz!"

When the last note fell, the piano on the dragonfly's lap, in an instant, all the strings were broken, and the broken strings cut through the dragonfly's full and full fingers.

Bright red as pearl-like droplets of blood flew into the air and did not fall for a long time.

Disheveled!

Immediately, the guqin on the dragonfly's knee exploded, completely turned into powder, only the wreckage remained, and shot in all directions. The strings are broken, and the piano is dead.

"Whew!"

The sound of the piano was overwhelming, and countless immortals, birds, and beasts, all fled in an instant, and disappeared in the blink of an eye, leaving only the bare mountain top, and there were three people sitting on the top of the mountain.

"There are ten guqins in ancient times, and your qin should be the ninth Fufeng. Xue Baiyi pulled down the piano case, carefully put the stringless guqin into the box, carefully wrapped it in a cloth, and slowly stood up.

Dragonfly nodded, she didn't get up, it was all because she didn't have the ability to get up at all, and playing this last song had exhausted all her physical strength.

"Wait. ”

Xue Baiyi turned around with a glass lamp, his white clothes were like snow, fluttering wantonly in the wind, his long hair was like a dragon and snake, stirring wildly.

"Can you tell me the secret of your piano?" Dragonfly pursed her red lips, her starry eyes sparkling like water.

"No comment, it's my secret. Xue Baiyi retracted his gaze, glanced at Jimo calmly, and walked away.

Dressed in white like snow, half a guqin asked the string sound.

"Thank you. ”

The dragonfly's face was pale, his hands were naturally on his knees, and between his fingers, which had been cut by broken strings, blood was pouring and dyed red coarse linen.

"It's hard to find a soulmate. Xue Baiyi paused, half-tilted his head, and then left silently, as if walking silently, he also left silently.

The wind rose from the top of the mountain, the dragonfly tightened its collar, looked up at the sky, a faint crescent moon, flashed out of the clouds, the moonlight was hazy, it was not clear, but it diluted the darkness.

Jimo took off his green clothes, draped them on the dragonfly's shoulders, and scribbled with both hands, attracting the aura of the eight directions to stabilize the dead qi in the dragonfly's body.

However, this pales in comparison, the dead qi in the dragonfly's body is getting bigger and bigger, with Jimo's ability, it can no longer be suppressed, everything he does can only prolong the dragonfly's last time, but it can't change the final outcome.

"You say, can I still see the sunshine tomorrow, I think, that round of sunshine, should be big, round, red, like autumn persimmons, and like the red lanterns of the New Year.

That round of sunshine should be warm, the soft sunlight hits the body, it is very warm, like soaking in warm water, there is potpourri around you, I just want to close my eyes and savor it.

That round of sunshine should be the best scene in the world, she is big and round......" The dragonfly's voice dissipated in the wind.

Jimo didn't answer, he knew that these words, Dragonfly was not for him, but for himself.

"In the sun, I can wear the most beautiful pink yarn and dance the best.

I am confident, in this world, no one can surpass me in terms of dancing, just like, I am confident, no one can surpass my beauty, my tea art, my voice, my piano skills.

However, after tomorrow, will anyone still remember that someone once played and sang a song "Siweiyang", and someone danced in the peach petals and brewed the sweetest tea in the pavilion.

Can anyone still remember that a person named Dragonfly, I want to live, this world is too beautiful, and if I live longer, I will be more and more reluctant. ”

The wind blows, and it blows away, and it blows again.

Jimo's face was pale, his arms trembled, and the Fengtian Stone Pendant was crumbling, he had reached the limit, and if he persisted, he would inevitably damage the origin.

He can recover the vitality origin with the help of the immortal essence of life, but the other origins can't be recovered, however, he hasn't stopped, he can still hold on, and it has not yet reached the moment when he can't hold on.

The moonlight is cold, and in the second half of the night, the moonlight is bright, shining brightly, illuminating all directions, so that everything can be seen.

In the distance, there are high mountains and mountains, the big rivers are rushing, and the spiritual mist is steaming; in the near distance, there are thousands of miles of yellow dust, a lonely mountain, rolling wind and sand; in the sky, there is a bright moon, and there are no clouds in the sky, as if washed by water; on the ground, there are 3,000 loess, 10,000 strange stones, and 9,000 lakes.

The dragonfly is getting weaker and weaker, and Jimo has added more than a dozen clothes to her, but she still can't resist the cold in the second half of the night, this cold, from the bone marrow, is not at all blocked by clothes.

"I'm thinking, how desolate the Northern Plains is, how desolate the Western Desert is, how vast the Eastern Wilderness is, and how prosperous Zhongzhou is.

In the endless distance, there is a sea of silence, and there are no fish swimming in the sea.

In the sky of 9,000 feet, there are thousands of stars, they are incomparably bright, twinkling and shining, more beautiful than crystal.

On the other side of the distant shore, is there another person who looks up at the stars like me?

I'm thinking...... "The dragonfly was coughing up blood, and she couldn't stop it at all, she spat out her broken internal organs, her eyes sparkling, and the corners of her eyes moistened.

Her eyes were weakly closed, her long eyelashes were trembling, and she wanted to lift her eyelids, take another look, look at it again, look at it again, she was nostalgic.

She is not unwilling, only nostalgic.

"The sun is out. Jimo turned his stiff neck and looked to the east.

The golden sun that climbed the ancient Fuso tree threw a soft and lasting glow, so gentle and warm, like swimming in a gentle ocean.

That round of newborn sunshine, as the dragonfly said, how beautiful and charming it is, makes a person wait and look forward to it so much.

Jimo was so obsessed that he forgot to think, just looking at the morning light in the east, his eyes couldn't take his eyes off, and a touch of morning light was reflected in his purple eyes.

It didn't take long for him to remember, and he hurriedly turned his head to look at the dragonfly.

A tear rolled down from the non-powdered face, wetting Jimo's Tsing Yi, long eyelashes, always closed, and the head drooped.

There is a smile on the corner of the dragonfly's mouth, and it has been laughing, the corners of its slightly frowning eyebrows are spreading, and a pair of starry eyes are like two small moons, curved and beautiful.

Jimo closed his eyes, looked up to the sky and sighed, and shouted angrily, the mountains cracked, and the yellow sand danced.

After a long time, he hung his head and gasped slightly, and the person who fell in his arms had closed his eyes forever.

Because of Jimo, the dragonfly has life, and because of Jimo, the dragonfly eventually dies.

Jimo didn't know if the dragonfly could see the last morning light, maybe that glance, she saw it, maybe that glance, she didn't see it.

However, Jimo tried his best, he couldn't save the dragonfly, but he extended her life for one night, cutting off the cause and effect of the past, and ending the former relationship.

However, he was not happy at all, this was only the beginning, and maybe in the future, he would send one after another like this.

He didn't understand why that person was targeting him, and he didn't understand why the so-called 'good people' had such short lives.

What Dragonfly has done in her life, what is wrong, she has not, she has given up even the last chance to harm others. She just wanted to live and enjoy the joys and sorrows of being a human being, but she died.

This may be fate, or a dream.

Whose dream is this, who is in whose dream, and who is dreaming of whom?

Burst!

The clothes in his arms collapsed, leaving only a pile of messy clothes, Jimo looked slightly stunned, and slowly untied more than a dozen layers of clothes, and in the deepest layer of powder, only a bamboo dragonfly was wrapped.

Bamboo dragonfly with broken wings.

In the morning light, Jimo carefully picked up the bamboo dragonfly and faced the morning light, wanting to release her, but the bamboo dragonfly had broken its wings after all and could not fly, she fell from the sky and hit the corner of Jimo's eyes.

......

[Finally wrote about the end of the dragonfly, and my heart suddenly became very empty, and it was like, very blocked.

No matter who it is, the first book, no matter how badly written or badly written, is very attentive. Every character and plot in it is more or less flawed, but it is undeniable that it is the most perfect idealized model in the author's mind.

Dragonfly is one of the characters I have created with my heart, a peerless hero who dares to fight against fate, seems to compromise, but actually wins.

It is undeniable that the dragonfly is a poor person who has been tricked by fate, whether it is the fish afraid of the water, or she just wants to live, or the softness in her heart.

Her resistance was so pale and powerless. is very blocked in her heart, she is just a bamboo dragonfly with broken wings, even if she has a perfect face and amazing talent, but she can't resist her fate after all.

Her death may make up for this last bit of shortcoming.

Farewell, dragonfly, man with broken wings, fish afraid of water!

-- Sycamore

2016.06.03】