During the seclusion in the Uszang Snow Mountain, Yun Poyue often thought of the two women. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 infoOne is Luo Yan, who has had a skin-to-skin relationship with him in Twelve Oaks Manor, and the other is Ling'er.

The other impressions are vague, inconsistent, and negligible.

The top of the snow-capped mountains is lined with ice peaks, all silvery white.

From time to time, a strong wind blows, rolling up the snow and roaring and raging.

Birds are extinct.

Not to mention flowers and plants, even a trace of greenery is hard to find.

Underneath a huge icicle, there is a hut. The room is not big, but it is made of snow-capped ice cubes, with doors and windows, and the whole body is crystal clear.

The room was covered with heavy beds of ice and wolfskin mattresses.

In addition to meditating and practicing every day, Yun Poyue practiced chicken feet, which was to persistently drink a self-concocted medicinal juice. This medicine helps with internal strength, but it is also harmful to the body. He insisted on taking it, boiling it in a silver basin every few days. A silver basin simmered on the stove, and a fire burned in the stove.

The room was filled with the smell of medicine.

In this isolated place, the only people you see every day are yaks, Tibetan antelopes, and the ferocious and cunning snow wolves. The sky is wide and the air is thin. Slowly, he found that his flesh began to become clear, and the criss-crossed blood vessels in it were like dense branches in the forest, stretching infinitely and the veins were clear.

The blood also transforms into a strange pale cyan color.

The body is light and empty.

Luo Yan and Ling'er were already difficult to enter his consciousness at this time, gradually fading, and finally completely disappearing into intangibility.

The world of clouds and moons is endlessly ethereal.

It made him happy with himself.

No anger, no anger.

There is no love and no hatred.

However, at the beginning of Luo Yan's disappearance, he was far from being so contemplative, so chic, seeing through the red dust and letting go of his obsession. Both mentally and physically, they have experienced a period of painful suffering.

Yun Poyue didn't know why that woman suddenly ran away?

No hints, no warning.

The sky is gone.

It was about a month after the two of them dating, and Yun Poyue went to the villa area to deliver a letter. After the distribution was completed one by one, he rode a wooden bicycle from the forest ** in the community and came to the door of Luo Yan's house.

After ringing the doorbell for a long time, what came out was a middle-aged woman with thin skinny, big eyes, and quite wide lips. The door was only opened by a crack, and she poked her head out from there, looking at the visitor with a wary eye: "Who are you looking for?"

Yun Poyue was quite stunned: "Isn't this the Luo Yan family?"

"What Luo Yan, I don't know ......," the middle-aged woman had a cold attitude.

"She's the owner of this house?"

"I am the master, and this house is now mine. ”

"Where did Luo Yan go? I'm talking about the ...... of the former mistress of this house."

"How do I know. The woman couldn't bear it, and said, "She sold me this place, with all the furniture and everything in it." I got the money with her, and she gave me the deed. Why do you ask so much?"

"No, she and I were still having dinner here the night before yesterday......" Yun Poyue couldn't believe it.

The middle-aged woman's expression was still cold and unmoved: "Do you have anything else?"

Yun Poyue shook her head: "No." ”

Anxiously asked again: "Then do you know Luo Yan......"

Before he could finish asking, the woman turned her face away and ignored her. Slam the door shut. Yun Poyue was stunned and was stunned for a long time before turning around and leaving.

Since then, he has never seen Luo Yan in this manor.

It's as if she never appeared, and all those pasts, entangled with each other, and everything that once existed, was just an unrealistic legend. Less reliable dreams.

The pain gnawed at his heart like longing for a mouse.

A few times Yun Poyue passed by there, and he clearly saw Luo Yan's shadow. She wore a pale yellow shawl and a lotus-colored cheongsam. Slender and plump body, slender waist. Slim and moving.

Two big, bright eyes.

A smooth and bright forehead.

Curved eyebrows.

Pointed chin.

There are good-looking bangs hanging down from her forehead.

Luo Yan smiled faintly on his face and stood there looking at him.

When he opened his eyes, he saw that the path was wide and the wind swept the leaves. The Yiren are not there, and they are far away. Yun Poyue stopped the car and came to the intersection where the two people met, staring blankly, staring straight there, standing for a long time......

The next time he saw Luo Yan, it was seven months later.

At that time, Yun Poyue had already left the post office.

Together with the "Kanto Hero" Bai Nianqing, he began to learn chicken feet.

The two met in another city thousands of miles away.

And it was completely accidental.

Luo Yan walked alone on the street, dragging her big belly with great difficulty. Her facial features are still beautiful. It's just that the face is a little dull yellow, and it seems to be covered with an opaque film forever.

Those eyes are still as beautiful as they were at the beginning.

What a haunting pair of eyes that were!

Two people stood facing each other.

Eyes overlap.

No one spoke.

Luo Yan's thin lips pursed into a line, her face was expressionless, and a transparent profundity that she had never seen before appeared in her pupils.

Then the two of them staggered and crossed arms. To each his own way.

Yun Poyue hadn't seen her since then, and her memories were erased, as if they didn't exist at all.

But those eyes, thin rosy lips, and that strangely bulging belly still appeared in his dreams for no reason.

So much so that people turn time and space upside down, and completely lose confidence in which world they are in, for the virtual and the real.

"Now, where is she?" Yun Poyue closed her eyes, imagining Luo Yan, who was wearing a rose cheongsam and full of charm, and the scene of the white slippery body rising from a pile of pendants such as clothes and jewelry, and the waves in her heart rolled.

The same figure, completely different contrasts, dizzying.

How do you tell them the right way?

Yun Poyue raised her head.

Look ahead.

The Imperial Mansion in front of it is richly decorated and magnificent.

The balcony is made of large glass inlays, and it is even more spacious and bright, with a view of thousands of miles. This is January of the twenty-sixth year of Hongwu, and in the hall next to it, there is a lot of noise, and the Ministry of Rites is holding a New Year's reception.

Yun Poyue came back to her senses and remembered that she had left the banquet by himself.

The reason is just that I don't like the glitzy, lively, and empty atmosphere. He exhaled, confused. I suddenly remembered that I was going to the toilet.

The toilets in the five-star hotels are also so clean and exquisite.

The smell is fragrant.

The walls are glowing with dark lights. I don't know where the beautiful classical music is coming out.

Yun Poyue felt very comfortable.

Unconsciously, I stayed for a while.

In fact, he still has a problem hidden in his heart and has not made it public, that is, he suffers from severe constipation. Every time you go to the toilet, it takes up three to five times as much time as someone else.

The writer who wrote the biography did not ask, and he did not take the initiative to say.

Because Yun Poyue feels that for the public who are eager to learn and are accustomed to beautifying celebrities and idols, no matter how big or small, honesty is relative, sometimes it is not a beautiful and undamaged quality.

At this time, he heard the lively chatter and laughter of women coming from the next room.

One has a hoarse voice, the other has a shrill voice. Needless to say, at first glance, you can tell that this is the crooked-mouthed writer Green Peony and the female star Tian Xiaoji, who is soft-looking and good at playing her mother in bitter love dramas. (To be continued.) )