Feng shut himself in the room, smoked out all the cigarettes he could find, took a little letter, and read it over and over again.
"Brother Feng, when you read this letter, I believe I have left you, and the way of death must be ugly, but one thing is certain, I must die in your hands, Brother Feng.
The illusion in you is extraordinary. It was cast by Jingfeng at the cost of life and the guqin of the soul. In order to dispel this illusion, I must pay the same price. Even so, it is extremely difficult to unravel this illusion. I need to find the memory that blinds your mind through the connection curse and your heart, and then at the cost of flesh and blood, in exchange for the one that can kill the memory. Zhao Mie Shen Zhan, in the end, I leave Zitong to you, if you miss me, look in the mirror, you can remember my appearance.
As for why I should die in your hands, it’s really helpless. I don’t want you to face the scene where you killed me with your own hands. However, the two people are connected under the Liaison Curse. One side is dead and the other cannot live alone, in order to get rid of it. Lian Li curse, can only let the other half of the curse, that is, you take my life with your own hands, and get rid of this period of curse.
Don't feel sad for me, since the first time I saw you, I have fallen in love with you. Even if you are my brother, I have to say that I love you. I know that my brother loves sister Lin. I am just a funny little girl, but for me, I can watch you live happily. I am satisfied.
I like purple lilac flowers. If you can, please bury me under the lilac tree. Every time you go to see sister Lin, don't forget to say hello to me and say a word or two.
Love you, little bit. "
Feng finally came out with a disheveled hair, looking at Jing Muya who was hesitant to speak, "Don't worry, I'm fine. The Gu Sect master should be on the way."
"It's estimated that tomorrow will be here." Jing Muyan has already prepared everything, and the little remains let him use Soul Fixing Pill to calm him down, and it is still lifelike now.
"Thanks for your hard work, Old Jing." With deep sadness in Feng's eyes, he walked back to the house vainly.
The Gu Sect master was a thin, tall, middle-aged man, about 45 or 66 years old, with a sad face, black clothes and black pants, sitting in the mourning hall without speaking. He read the little letter for a long time, and then fell into a long silence.
"Brother Feng, don't be too sad, this is not your fault." The master of the door was indescribably desolate, "My daughter has been lonely since she was a child, and can find someone she likes. It's not easy." After speaking, I looked up at the sky, and an old tear finally shed. "Furthermore, your name on behalf of the king is also worthy of her follow. She went to death generously, but with a smile. Her three magic spells, Mie Shen Zhan and Zi Tong Bian, were not my father. What can be taught, if she talks about her cultivation base, she can be as famous as the sages of the Gu Sect dynasties. Seeing your eyes, I already understand her intentions."
After Feng's memory was restored, he recalled everything that everyone said and done in these days, of course, including every word in the secret room, he remembered clearly, he was sorry for this girl, sorry for this love! Is it really worth it to let a young girl use her life in exchange for her sobriety
If I don’t provoke Mr. Liang, Diandian won’t die, Lin won’t die, so many brothers won’t die; if I’m not acting on behalf of the king, I don’t need to bear so many heavy burdens, there are only so many people for myself. Sacrifice!
What is it that I am after! Is it right or wrong
"Is what I did right or wrong?" Feng was a little dazed and blurted out.
Why doesn’t Lan Sect Master know what Feng thought in his heart, “Brother Feng is City A, for the Central Plains, and for the peace of the world, and sacrifices too much. However, it is the faith that you stick to in your heart that can attract so many talented people. Follow, a little bit is willing to sacrifice for you, and many people are also willing to throw their blood for you, not for anything else, just for the little justice and kindness in their hearts!"
"Uncle." Dai Juncao's uncle called solemnly. He is a little brother, and this uncle Lan Sect Master can afford it. Feng knelt on his knees and knocked three times, "A little bit is dead for me, I must avenge her!" When Feng said this, a rare trace of fierceness appeared in his eyes, closed with tears, and fell suddenly.
"That's it, you have to take revenge, and speak whenever you need to use the Gu Sect." The Lan Sect Master looked at Feng, and saw his daughter's shadow in the pair of purple pupils, "Be with me and bury a little bit." ."
Diandian was buried under a lilac tree, and fulfilled her last wish. The old and the young stood in front of Diandian's grave, speechless. In the end, the Lan Master patted Feng on the shoulder, and left without looking back.
Feng sat on the new mud, took out a harmonica, and played a familiar melody.
"You said you love lilac flowers the most, because your name is her. What a melancholy flower, a sentimental person."
Little dot is undoubtedly sentimental, but what everyone remembers more is the little little smile, that touch of melancholy that belongs to the girl, but because of the deep love is buried deep under the smile. Little to Feng is a kind of love that does not ask for anything in return. The love is vigorous, but it is quiet and delicate. Just like the purple lilac flower, it is small and elegant, and the fragrance is delicate. If you don't observe it carefully, you will never find that this charming fragrance is actually emitted by this humble little flower.
"When the flowers are withering, when the picture freezes, how delicate a flower is, but it can't be beaten by wind and rain."
Diandian is just a little girl, but she has to shoulder the responsibility of Zitong. She has to be involved in this dispute with Mr. Liang. She has to step onto the battlefield as a Shihuozhu one after another, and has to protect Maple from the attack time and time again. . However, all this has no complaints, no regrets. Even if she died in the hands of her lover, she was still smiling. The last thing she could do was to give her most precious purple pupil to Feng.
"A life of wavy and swaying, what a beautifully woven dream, you just leave in a hurry, leaving me to worry about for a lifetime."
A little bit of love, even if it is boundless, is also invisible. Feng hates that he didn't realize it earlier, that he didn't care more about this pretty girl, that he dragged them onto the battlefield, and that he was a weak scholar. A little bit of love is nothing but a big dream, even though love is poignant, it ends up being nothing. Dian Dian is alive but a pretty girl, a cute and funny little sister, Dian Dian is dead, but Feng is left with endless thoughts.
"The flowers blooming in front of the grave are the beauty you long for. Look at the mountains and plains, do you still feel lonely? You listen to someone singing, that song of your favorite song, how luxuriant there is in the world, ever since Don't worry about it anymore." Feng really bears a little bit too much, the apology in his heart condenses into bitter water, but it turns into two lines of tears, and slips silently. I owe too much to this second sister, I'm afraid I won't finish her life. If you have an afterlife, you must meet a brother earlier, and he will let you live happily. My second sister, I assure you that before the flowers bloom, Mr. Liang must be leveled, and come back to watch the lilac bloom with you!