Chapter 62: Spring Night Lyrical

The last rays of light at dusk sink into the western sky, the earth is vast, and the breeze blows slowly from afar, sending bursts of flowers, but no one has the heart to use the wonderful and boundless spring color, but is immersed in the sad story. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Silence, the best emotion for stories that are too sad is silence. Time seems to rotate with people's mood, when the mood is good, of course, it is fleeting, and when the mood is bad, it must be like a year.

Hearing Xiang Yannan's description of Xu Xiaolin's sword qi in the sky, Dugu Ao was excited in his heart, and he hated to compete with him. Sooner or later, the life-and-death duel between him and Han Ju will be staged, and he must pay attention to Han Ju's self-created "Ice True Qi". If you freeze with that, it's not fun.

The most puzzling thing is that why did Xiang Yannan give up his high-ranking official Houlu in the first place, give up leaving his name in history, and bear the infamy of being disloyal, unrighteous and unfilial, and come to join the Mingjiao? Is it really the dream of the rivers and lakes in the hearts of the boys, and he wants to wander the rivers and lakes? Dugu is arrogant and does not know, and it is difficult to ask. Asking about the past of a person who has left behind the past is tantamount to revealing the scars of that person.

At this time, Han Qi had stopped crying, and leaned motionless beside Dugu Ao, under the reflection of the flickering candlelight, his long eyelashes curled upward, so delicate that he didn't look like a real person, like a beautiful jade statue.

The arrival of Xiang Yannan and his party crowded the small inn like women about to give birth, and some low-grade believers slept directly outside in the wind and rain. The night in April was warm and humid, and Dugu Ao, who woke up from his sleep, looked at the peerless beauty around him, and as everyone thought, he had many wonderful thoughts. But the truth is that he was not conquered by his desires, and the originators of his desires saved him.

Opening her eyes very naturally, Han Qi looked at Dugu Ao, who was looking at her. At a glance, he saw through Dugu's arrogant mind, and saw his hesitation and his concern. Said softly: "That's cruel." ”

As soon as the words came out, Dugu's arrogant hesitation came to an abrupt end, like the last trace of snow irradiated by the spring sun, and disappeared.

Dugu Ao understood that he couldn't sleep anymore, hugged Han Qi, and said to her, "Let's go, let's go and have a look, the scenery outside is very good." ”

Outside, the view from the early hours of April was wonderful. Overhead was a low purple sky, and the galaxy flowed overhead, as if a few stars were grabbing out of it with a single stretch of hand. The colorless fields on both sides stretch to the end of the eye. The early morning view, which is rarely used by humans, has a more melancholy relief effect than during the day.

Judging from experience, it will be dawn in just over an hour.

There are no reins in the snow, and he can always grasp the wishes of his master and gallop in the direction that his master yearns. It's the same this time, Xueli Station realized that Dugu Ao didn't have an accurate direction in his heart, so he found a place with a slightly better scenery and went.

It was this unfortunate spring night run that brought them back to the vulgar and unbearable reality predicament they had just escaped. Meeting again, the snowy prince Zongcuo favored a crappy lyric poet.

If he hadn't shouted from behind: "Goddess of Snow Mountain", Dugu Ao heard the pain of missing his lover all the time from the voice that caught up, he would never believe that the senior beggar on the side of the road was the prince of the past.

Dugu was arrogant and galloped, wanting to get rid of this bitterly entangled person with his memories together. But that was just a psychological comfort for self-deception, and Zong Tsozan grabbed the tail of Xueli Standing as soon as he grabbed it. Almost at the same time, the god horse responded on his chest with a pair of hooves.

Unfortunately, when the madman was backing down, he cut off the tail of the snow standing in the snow. The horse lost its tail and let out a long roar, the neighing of the dragon. Dugu Ao picked up Han Qi, jumped up from the snow, and then gently fell to the ground, like a cloud.

Xueli stood around his neck like a huge python, and the huge inertia caused his body to throw backwards for a distance, and his four hooves drew four deep marks on the ground. It's just that the direction turned, and before his body could stabilize, Xueli Station rushed towards Zong Cuozan again, like a black stream, unstoppable.

If time stops running when the mane is curling in the air and the hooves are raised to the highest place, the snow station will become a sculpture, the wildest and most romantic sculpture in the world. But instead of dodging the blow of the snow and the annoyance of the snowy stand, as the reader thinks, the prince Zong Tsozan puffed up his chest and stepped forward, like a groom going to meet his bride.

As if milking a cow, his hooves landed on Zong Tsozan's chest, and black blood spurted out, like a sharp arrow in the reflection of the moonlight, shooting at the long and narrow face of the snowy standing.

Only the villain is willing to attack the person who is tied up, and the moment he stepped on Zong Tsozan's chest, Xueli Zhan was already impressed by his courage to regard death as home.

Turning back to the master behind him, Xueli stood like an apprentice who had been stumped by a difficult problem and turned back to ask the master for advice. Of course, Dugu Ao read the contents from those big eyes: Master, this is your human problem, I don't know too much, you can solve it yourself.

Walking towards Zong Cuozan, Dugu Ao didn't know what to do, how to get rid of this person who followed him like a shadow. Just as he was thinking about this major issue, Han Qi, who caused the problem, had already walked in front of Zong Cuozan, -------- the cause of the problem.

Ignoring the healing of his own injuries and the feelings of others, Zong Tsozan began a passionate and sour long lyricism about the woman he loved so much:

Ah, goddess of the snowy mountains, my grass is bright because of your breasts

Dawn rises from your body

Ten thousand clouds rise from your body

After a lot of hard work, I returned to my hometown

You are a girl who walked out of your hometown thousands of years ago

My bones are white and my blood is stained

You didn't make a sound, and you walked to my heart

Walked to my heart, silently

Ah, the goddess of the snowy mountains.........

Dzongtsotan has fallen into the quagmire of self-obsession and cannot extricate himself. Although I didn't understand what Zong Cuozan's lyricism meant, Dugu Ao was sure that Zong Cuozan was fanatically pursuing Han Qi, who didn't love him, and even more unfortunately, judging from the content of the poem, this pursuit would not stop for a while, and it had to go through a long period of erosion and be able to cut it down.

But things were not as rosy as Dzongtsokzan had imagined, and his lyricism did not arouse the kind of emotion that he imagined his lyrical object to be. A sense of loss arises, like the last straw on the edge of a flood being broken, and anger ensues, not burning, but exploding.