When it gets dark, the bustling Yijian Peak becomes quiet, and people return to their quarters to savor or talk about today's fight. Gradually, the moon came out, and at first she was like a child hiding shyly on the mountainside, but then she became bolder and slowly stretched, and when there were more stars, she became more daring, leaning on the tree above me, looking at it to the fullest, and sprinkling the shadows of the mountains with the shadow of the barge.

The warm wind is blowing, and my eyelids are a little tired. Maybe it's because the battle is too heavy today, and I don't want to move around. In the quiet little bamboo house, Cangjie had woken up and was half lying on the bed. Next to him, Bai Xiao was holding a bowl of porridge, blowing lightly, and was testing the temperature.

"It's cold, just give it to me!" Cangjie said with a smile.

Bai Xiao didn't speak, just softly put a spoonful of porridge and slowly put it to Cangjie's mouth. Cangjie had no choice but to open her mouth and enjoy the service of Bai Xiao.

"Xiao Xiao, why do you open your eyes every time you look at me, but not when you look at others. ”

"I just want to see you better. ”

"Do your eyes still hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt when you look at you. ”

"Why are you so stupid?"

"I'm so happy!"

After being silent for a long time, Cangjie moved her body, stretched her waist, and her body that had not moved for a few days clicked, "After sitting for several days, my body is going to get rusty, Xiao Xiao help me out for a walk." ”

Lifting the quilt, on the graceful body, only wearing a set of pajamas, coupled with its lazy appearance, it is quite charming. The fiery red clothes set off the playful face, which made Bai Xiao blush for a while. Bai Xiao stepped forward and gently lifted Cangjie, and through the clothes, he still felt the tender skin. Both of them were stunned, as if they were electrocuted. It seems like it's been years since there has been such an intimate touch. There is no longer the Mowgli and warmth that I hugged together when I was a child.

"Senior sister, can I hug you?"

"Uh-huh!"

Smelling the faint body fragrance and feeling the warmth of the most helpless moments, Bai Xiao hugged him tightly, and it was this embrace that pulled him out of his childhood hatred. Unconsciously, she has grown taller than her, and she has said that there are many brothers over the years, but in fact, it is Cangjie who is together.

Squatting down, Bai Xiao carefully helped Cangjie's slender legs under the bed, and a pair of white jade feet appeared in front of him, like cold snow hitting people, indescribably shocking. The crystal skin is bare and the looming blood vessels, the playful nails on the tips of the toes seem to be carved by the Weaver Girl, and the graceful arch of the foot is an incomparable curve, as if thousands of flowers are falling one after another when they can't stand the cold wind, only the snow lotus on the top of the mountain blooms in the sky, stunning the immature white flute.

couldn't help it, lowered her head and kissed it gently, and the woman's faint body fragrance looked even more charming on the jade feet. Bai Xiao couldn't help but be stupid, not vulgar, but the most sincere emotional leakage, and it was a natural action to love deeply.

Cangjie's face turned red, and her delicate appearance was charming, but it was a pity that Bai Xiao didn't see it. In fact, most female men are like this, the appearance is just the appearance, their hearts are as shy and weak as they are, and they also need romantic comfort.

The smoke and rain are white, the garden orchid is fragrant, the red is still falling, and the eyebrows are locked in the heart of ice. Questioning, Gu Lan, the smoke and rain in the dust, troubles, and long. Sentimental, lonely shadow parting, the sky is far away, cold fragrance petals, flowers dye the fingertips. Shallow shadow, forget the passing years.

In a trance, ten years have passed in a hurry, and Bai Xiao has spent thirty years in a finger, but his childhood mind has not changed because of these years of paper-like experience, and he still has a dependence in his heart, a dependence on his sister.

The scenery of the mountains, the sound of the wind in Mimi, the night of Yijian Peak is always so shocking. It is as if the sun and the moon can be picked up in your hands, and fantasies appear in everyone's minds every time. The towering peaks, the misty fog all around, in the bright moonlight is the scene of the smoke cage, cold water, moon and sand, if the worldly people come here, I am afraid that they will not forget it in their lives, but this is the cultivation realm, people are just constantly practicing, completely forgetting the beauty around them. It's like walking all the way, there are only distant peaks in your eyes, but the flowers and plants on the side of the road have never entered your heart. In fact, if you can't even grasp the beauty around you, even if you go to see the scenery, all you see is self-comfort in your heart.

On the mountain behind Yijian Peak, there is a charming lake. The lake is small and seems to have been carved out. The lake is full of lotus flowers, it is the lotus leaves that are infinitely green, and the lotus flowers are different red in the sun. Looking at it again, more than a dozen willow trees are lined up on the shore, and thousands of silk silks hang down, like a dome.

Bai Xiao carried Cangjie on his back and came here step by step. Originally, Cang wanted to go by himself, but Bai Xiao refused to live or die, so he couldn't help it, so he had to agree. Along the way, I met many acquaintances, especially the female cultivators on Lijian Peak, who looked at them with a smile one by one, which made Cangjie angry in her heart, so Bai Xiao's ears suffered. But in the eyes of outsiders, these are more like flirting and scolding, so they laughed even more happily, and then Cangjie put his head behind the white flute angrily, and came out of sight.

The wind of the season, sweeping through the door of the passing years, rings the wind chimes of the years. Shaohua, at the moment of looking back, lost weight again. Unconsciously, they have been together for ten years. Ten years may not be a big deal for a cultivator, but this feeling is not much weaker because of your identity.

The wind by the lake blew gently, blowing slight ripples and blowing the blue hair of the beautiful woman. The two of them sat motionless again, looking at the sky, silent.

With the accustomed lake breeze, thoughts will always fly over the green mountains and green waters, through the splendor of the season, lingering in the memory, the light on the fingertips, with that string of words to beautiful thoughts, to warm the years, warm the heart. Warm and plain life. Let the unchanged scenery of this journey, with a grateful heart, walk in the world, and let the memory bloom in the depths of the red dust in this season of eternal reincarnation.

Tranquility is the threshold of memory, when you sit quietly, stand, lie down, your mind will always unconsciously enter the return journey of memory, that is, at that time, you will let yourself think, think about how to face the past along the way, is at ease, is ashamed, is grateful, is helpless. All milestones are set up when your mind is still, and that is the starting point of your mind.

The sound of "bang-la-la" is the sound of the lake beating on the shore, and it is the trail of the wind passing through the lotus leaves. Bai Xiao turned his head sideways and looked at Cangjie's side face, there was no usual impetuousness and rampantness, only the tranquility that people couldn't help but look at twice.

"Xiao Xiao, can you play a song? I really want to hear it. ”

With a move of the white flute, the beloved hole flute appeared in the hand. The notes came out little by little from the mouth of the white flute, echoing by the lake at night, beautiful and sweet, it was the popular song "Spring River Flower Moonlight Night".

The tide of the spring river is even with the sea, and the bright moon on the sea is born together.

Thousands of miles with the waves, where there is no moon in the spring river.

The river flows around Fangdian, and the moonlit flowers and forests are like hail;

The frost in the air does not fly, and the white sand on the Ting cannot be seen.

Jiangtian is colorless and dustless, and the lonely moon wheel in the bright sky.

Who first saw the moon on the riverside? When did the river moon shine at the beginning of the year?

Life has been infinite from generation to generation, and Jiang Yue looks similar every year.

............

The sound flowed, like moonlight shining on water, hazy, as if in the mist, the wind blew the faint sound of the tide on the river. When he heard it, his heart couldn't help but ripple, and with the flute fluctuation, his heart also rose and fell in this sound.

Quietly gaze, quietly thinking far away, a touch of distant and elegant, as soft and elegant as a cloud, Ying Yihuai gentle, into the dream of agarwood, through the gentle heart, remove the smoke and dust of the world, listen to the traces of memory...... The years are like dreams, the past is like a song, and I hope that this earthly world will bloom and be peaceful, and the years will be quiet and peaceful.