Time, in every gathering and dispersing of the sunset, sinking in the west a little bit of the sunset, and passing quietly in the incessant flow of the Han River.

I don't know how long it has been, but a large number of strange noises, like the wind passing through the bamboo forest, blew a quiet sound from all directions.

"Huh?"

Chu Liuxian followed the prestige, and his expression suddenly changed.

At the source of the sound, he didn't see anything unusual at first glance, but he felt that the sunset on the horizon was more gorgeous and colorful than in front of him, and it was as beautiful as a dream.

The next moment, Chu Liuxian was shocked to come over, and the "sunset" was approaching rapidly, gathering and scattering, unpredictable.

From time to time, it spreads out, dyeing the entire sky with a layer of brilliant colors;

Sometimes, when they come together, the colors are so rich and vivid that they give people a striking feeling, which is the most gorgeous color that cannot be fixed on the fabric, but only appears in dreams.

"Butterflies?"

Chu Liuxian woke up from the intoxication of color and asked questions.

He couldn't believe that there were such beautiful butterflies in this world, coming all over the world, as if they had gathered together to present the most gorgeous song and dance to heaven and earth.

"No, it's a dream butterfly!"

Chu Liren suddenly spoke, and the content of his words turned out to be to correct Chu Liuxian's statement.

After being stunned for a moment, Chu Liuxian understood.

"Dream Butterfly, what a Dream Butterfly!"

He exclaimed, "Sure enough, only 'dreams' can describe the beauty of this butterfly." ”

As the group of dream butterflies approached overwhelmingly, Chu Liuxian could see it clearly, each dream butterfly was slender, with delicate wings, from the body to the wings, it was full of all kinds of gorgeous colors and complex patterns, so beautiful that lyricists were exhausted. So that the painter can not put down the pen to mix colors, can only have it in dreams.

Unexpectedly, after Chu Liuxian's words were finished, Chu Liren and Huang Wushuang shook their heads in unison, as if they didn't agree with his statement.

"Wait, these are dream butterflies, so what is a butterfly burial?"

This question appeared in Chu Liuxian's mind, and before he could ask it, a shocking scene suddenly appeared in front of him.

"Bang Bang Bang ~~~~~"

The first wave swept underneath the Jiuyao Ancient Ship. The dream butterfly that flew over the Han River circled in the air, showing its most beautiful side, and then quickly flapped its wings and made a rhythmic sound, and swooped towards the Han River.

One after the other, without hesitation.

"It's ......"

Chu Liuxian didn't feel that his hands were gripping the armrests of the Jiuyao Ancient Ship tightly, and his face was full of shock.

The delicate butterfly pounces into the gurgling Han water, is swept under the water in a blink of an eye, and then rises again in the blink of an eye, and the beauty of the freeze frame is spread on the surface of the river. With the ebb and flow of the tide, the waves roll back and forth and rise and fall, as if dancing with the ultimate display of beautiful posture.

One, two. Three dials......

A wave of dream butterflies are thrown into the Han River, and more dream butterflies are still coming, staying on the Han River, flying. Compete with the evening light.

"This is a butterfly burial!"

Chu Liren's voice sounded faintly in Chu Liuxian's ears, and he was reluctant to turn his head to take a look, looking at the scene in front of him with a daze.

The sky is full of butterflies that sometimes come together. Like a colorful cloud, it tells the world what is the color cloud that is easy to disperse and the glass is fragile with the ultimate brilliant color;

Sometimes, they disperse from each other, flapping their wings violently, and dancing violently in the air, as if they are about to burn the last of their strength and leave a little beauty on earth.

Dial, piece, group......

It's just a moment's effort, and I don't know how many dream butterflies throw themselves into the Han River, floating on the surface of the river, and gurgling away with the river, as if they are falling and colorful, and flowing water.

The "colorful clouds" in the sky are constantly decreasing, the "petals" in the Han River are constantly increasing, and the Han River is flowing with the poignancy of a river.

"Why do they ......?"

When Chu Liuxian's words came out, he found that his voice was a little dry, and the previous scene was too poignant and shocking.

"Dream butterflies, unique on the banks of the Han River, are born in spring and die in summer, and do not see autumn and winter. ”

"They are the most beautiful butterflies in the world, and they have a short lifespan that makes people regret. ”

"Every time summer comes to an end and autumn is coming, Dream Butterflies seem to know that they are going to die, so they will burn themselves and bury the butterflies in the Han River in the most beautiful posture. ”

"Only in this way will they be remembered and their beauty will be revealed along the Han River to other places. ”

Chu Liren said in an extremely stunned tone, Chu Liuxian didn't know if he remembered the Yiren who was still in Xianyuan Town when he mentioned this, and whether he felt the beautiful and permanent memories that were easy to disperse.

"Spring is born and summer dies, and autumn and winter are not seen. ”

Chu Liuxian was silent for a while, and sighed with emotion, "It's so poignant, and it's so magnificent and beautiful!"

The butterfly funeral gradually came to an end, as the bright moon rose in the east, the Hanjiang River sent the slanting sun, and the splendor of the river reached its peak at the moment when the sun and the moon were shining, and then it slowly fell silent.

The beauty of Mengdie's life, the most beautiful is at this moment, burning out a river of intoxication.

Chu Liuxian held on to his hand and involuntarily leaned down, wanting to see more realistically the beauty that was about to pass in a blink of an eye.

Suddenly, the sound of singing came from the banks of the Han River below.

The singing voice is fluttering, the daughter's voice is gentle, and the poignancy of the butterfly burial complements each other, listening to the ears makes people's hearts ethereal all of a sudden, as if they can stay at this moment forever, or stay in the memory of a beautiful and easily fading moment......

"In the babbling Han River

Why

Dream butterflies are always flying and drifting away

The most hurried ones are

The most beautiful time......

In a long life

Why

Joy always fades at a moment's notice

The most hurried ones are

The most beautiful time ......"

The song is in the ears, repeated over and over again, singing and sighing, how many sad things, how many beautiful dreams, all in the Han water that has passed away in the west, all in the lingering lyrics.

The singing voice went from vague at the beginning to clear and audible at the back, and the Jiuyao Ancient Ship landed uncontrollably, and when Chu Liuxian came back to his senses, he found that the Jiuyao Ancient Ship had descended to a distance of less than ten zhang from the ground.

He turned around and found that Shuang'er and Qin Bo had come out of the cabin at some point and were standing behind him.

Shuang'er's eyes were red, and they were crystal clear, as if they were pregnant with a string of pearls, and even she didn't know whether she was crying for Mengdie's life or sad for the poignant song.

Qin Bo's face twitched, as if he also recalled that at a certain stage in his life, he had also had the most beautiful time, and before he could catch it, it passed in an instant.

"Follow me. ”

Huang Wushuang stepped out of the Jiuyao Ancient Ship and spoke indifferently.

Chu Liuxian vaguely heard a little tremor in her voice, and suspected that she had heard poorly.

He glanced at Chu Liren, took Shuang'er and Qin Bo, left the Jiuyao Ancient Ship, and flew away on the bank of the Han River with Huang Wubi. (To be continued......)