The room was very dark, and when Ning Wenqing returned home, he kicked a high-heeled shoe far away with almost all his strength, hitting the precious mahogany floor with a muffled "bang".
The clothes on her body slipped to the ground, and she stood in the dark for a while, then slowly threw off the other high-heeled shoe, and walked into the bedroom barefoot.
The floor is slightly cool, stepping on it feels like icy water, the slanted windows pass through the light and bright moonlight, and the fine ancient wooden furniture is covered with a layer of hazy gauze, with a bit of weird beauty in the tranquility.
She didn't have the slightest thought of turning on the light, sat down on the edge of the bed, and slowly fell back on the bed.
The ceiling was white, and Li Tang and Xu Feifei's expressions and words were as clear as before her eyes. A slight disgust appeared in her eyes after scenes of deep affection.
There is no other reason, just because Li Tang is her fiancé, and Xu Feifei happens to be her good friend. A vulgar eight o'clock story, this was her first thought when she saw the two hugging each other in the parking lot half an hour ago with her wedding dress on.
At that moment, there was an inexplicable smile on her face, and the curvature of the corners of her lips has been maintained until now, so she felt a little sour.
She laughed "chi" at the darkness, her breath seemed to move the moonlight, and Li Tang's words slid across like a floating blade in a hallucinatory gesture—
If you marry Ning Wenqing, you will get half of the shares in Ning's company.
Blinking and breathing, she regretted that she didn't shed tears because of this anger.
Seeing the perfect fragmented moment, if she could choose, she would still have a whim at 11:39 in the middle of the night, and drive to Li Tang with great interest, just to tell him that she was going to wear this dress The pink buckle is replaced with lavender.
That kind of lavender like the sycamore flower in the middle of the rain, she originally planned to describe it to him like this.
She bet he would ask: What is the color of that row of sycamore trees downstairs in your medical school when they bloom
Then she added it to him: the fourth tree from the left, the color after the drizzle in late spring.
There was such a rainy season five years ago. When she looked back to find her lost notes, she raised her eyes and saw Li Tang leaning over and smiling.
The clear and falling sound of sycamore flowers, a faint, peaceful light purple, the romantic color on his fingertips, and handed over the note to her hand.
She smiled at his handsome gaze, but now.
Prince Charming is a legend in girls' hearts, but the fog is like a mountain, and love is a woman's fog.
The drizzle in late spring smears over a thousand days, and the heavy smoke is locked in.
She subconsciously fiddled with the tourmaline beads on her wrist, the moonlight seemed to pass through her body, her heart was extremely clear, there was no hysterical pain, just a little too lucid numbness.
Laughing self-deprecatingly, it's not good to be too sober, especially a woman.
The clear seven-color tourmaline was warm to the touch, and she smiled again on her expressionless face.
The moonlight was shining brightly, hidden behind the ink line of eyelashes for a moment, she lay quietly with her eyes closed and stretched out her hand, and pulled a small silver box with simple patterns on the bedside. Inside the box were stored several pairs of different crystal beads on the dark blue velvet. , crystal clear.
The pure temperature of the stone is as cool as water. She turned her head and picked out an obsidian, known as the "Black Diamond Warrior", which can ward off evil and ward off darkness, and gently slid it on her wrist.
The crystal black stands against the slender white skin, and each of the eighteen obsidian stones has rainbow eyes, floating faintly in front of the moon.
She picked up her finger and picked up another pair of beads, pure golden brilliant titanium crystal, auspicious and rich, like the blessings of gods and Buddhas, bad luck fades away...
Light blue and clear sea sapphire, earth, water, fire and wind, purifying and psychic...
Pale white hazy moonstone, warming the mood, soft and soothing...
Dark green weird green ghost, calm emotions, open mind...
Gorgeous dark red garnet, drive away depression, keep beauty...
The bright purple noble amethyst concentrates the mind, develops spiritual power, and also symbolizes... faithful love...
Hibiscus starlight ice seed powder, which belongs to the color of Aphrodite, the goddess of love, endows a happy emotional life and heals the wounds of love...
She squinted her eyes under the moonlight, and looked at the quiet display of exquisite crystals on her fair skin with a cold expression, but she felt like a peddler selling groceries at a noisy night market stall.
Expensive and cheap, but in everyone's mind.
If you like them, they are the shining treasures in the palm of your hand. If you ignore them, they are the dirty stones rolled into the mud on the roadside.
Such as the so-called love, such as the so-called lover, such as the so-called sea dry and stone decay forever.
The natural coolness of the crystal entangled and spread on the arms, as if the cold lake water in late autumn was lightly surging, unable to withstand the cold. She snatched the eight strings of crystals and threw them aside, leaving only the tourmaline at the beginning. She resumed her upward posture and closed her eyes, feeling tired.
However, she didn't notice that the thrown crystals were arranged in a neat semi-arc without any coincidence, and under the faint and clear moonlight, they coincidentally gave off a faint brilliance.
Eight bright rays of light merged into one in the air, illuminating the entire room, and then slowly, slowly poured into the string of tourmalines on her right hand.
I felt a little cold in my sleep, and my clothes were wet and stuck to my body, which was very uncomfortable.
With the sound of running water and the temperature of the sun, Ning Wenqing reluctantly opened her eyes, and the dazzling brightness suddenly entered her eyes, causing her to turn her head sideways to avoid the sudden light.
But in a blink of an eye, she sat up abruptly, Jian Shijiao's arm hurt, and shallow water flowed between her fingers.
High mountains, clear water and shoals, what a beautiful dream.
She got used to the light and looked around, half-sitting on the rock, but felt sober, when could dreams be so real
Surrounded by green hills, dense forests, endless blue-colored layers, and a clear waterfall on the top of the mountain in the distance, like Bailian Hanging River, broken beads splash jade, and the sound of water is faint. The water is flying down along the mountain peaks, forming a clear river that runs westward and disappears in the green mountains.
And she was standing by the water, wearing a white dress with strings wrapped around her waist, long placket and wide sleeves, her unwet skirt fluttered with the mountain wind, like a cloud passing over water, and a small The green bamboo basket contained some unknown flowers and plants, light purple, dark green and faintly fragrant.
She froze for a while, spread her palms in front of her eyes, looked at them, raised her head to look around, then looked down at herself, subconsciously clenched her fists, and felt a slight pain in her fingertips embedded in her palms.
This real feeling brought thousands of thoughts to rush forward, she got up in a daze and looked around, there were no birds and animals in the barren mountains and wild ridges, the wind was blowing past, and it was cool.
Unintentionally lowering his head, he caught a glimpse of a shadow in the water, dressed in white and with long hair. The white clothes are a little thin, hanging quietly by the side, the long hair reaches the waist, and a few strands of ink wet with water stick to the ears.
She frowned, took a step forward and leaned over to look into the water. The clear water was like a mirror, following her movements, the reflection became more and more clear, and she trembled all over!
This is obviously not me, but it happens to be me. The long hair like a waterfall cascading down the shoulders and across the water, the eyebrows are clear and sculpted, the lips are thin, and the only eyes in the faint water color, the eyes are the same as before, they are familiar to her.
The absurdity of being like me but not me, reincarnation? There is a kind of peeling trance, inexplicable.
A leaf fell to the surface of the water, and the ripples scattered the shadow. When I looked at it again, the eyebrows and eyes were like water, and the haze was far away, and it didn't even look like this.
However, a barely audible sigh was heard next to his ear, and his voice was faint: "It must be done."
Ning Wenqing was taken aback, and blurted out: "Who are you?" Unknowingly, he pressed the corners of his lips tightly, but his lips were slightly parted when reflected in the water: "My name is Feng Qingchen, maybe... from now on you will be Feng Qing is dusty."
"What did you say?" Ning Wenqing asked again as if he didn't hear clearly.
The reflection sighed softly again, and Yingying said: "Put your hand in the water."
Ning Wenqing hesitated a little, feeling that what was happening in front of him was very strange, but he still reached out and touched the cool water as he said.
When the tourmaline on the wrist touches the water, it emits a faint gleam, reflecting the sunlight refracted in the water, which is crystal clear and dazzling. I don't know whether it is the coolness of the water or the coolness of the tourmaline, and it gently spreads to the whole body.
She seemed to see the complicated and ancient lens passing by in front of her eyes, the figures intertwined, silent, as if floating in the shadows, after several reincarnations, after tens of thousands of years, the dust settled, something just entered her thoughts, quietly stay.
When the light and shadow passed away, the reflection in the water asked: "Do you know now? This is my memory, it seems incomplete...but that's the only way to go."
Ning Wenqing involuntarily stroked his forehead with his hands to straighten out those sudden things. First of all, it was clear that herbal prescriptions collided with the knowledge he had learned in five years of medical university, and were intertwined. Time was chaotic, and a coldness spread in her heart, and she felt a sense of unreasonable uneasiness.
Just as she was thinking, she suddenly took a breath, pointed to the shadow in the water and said, "You yourself..."
"It's a heart disease," said the reflection in the water, "I've been cured for a long time."
Ning Wenqing pressed his hand on his chest, and didn't notice any abnormality, but he only felt that it seemed extremely reincarnated, so he said, "What's going on here? Take me back quickly."
"Maybe it won't work." Reflection said after being silent in the water.
"Why?" Ning Wenqing asked anxiously.
"I'm not fully familiar with the forbidden techniques of the witch clan. I really don't know how to send you back if something goes wrong."
"Then why did you bring me here?"
"Sudden heart attack, only this forbidden technique can save my life."
Ning Wenqing straightened up, displeasure flashed across his eyes, and asked, "You trade other people's lives for your own?"
"I just wanted to send myself to it to continue my life. I didn't expect this kind of thing to happen. It was too late when I found out."
"Why is it me?"
"You have the Nine-Turn Linglong Stone, and you activated the Nine-Turn Linglong Formation yourself."
Everything has its own cause and destiny, and it is predestined. Ning Wenqing opened his mouth to speak, but he just found it funny and had nothing to say.
The reflection continued: "I'm really sorry for implicating you. I didn't know it was so serious before. In order to keep your soul safe, I have given you all my spirit. It can be regarded as a little compensation."
Ning Wenqing looked down at the water blankly, remembered something, and asked, "Then what will happen to you?"
There was a bit of bitterness in the faint smile of the reflection, and said: "Maybe... oh, I don't know..."
Ning Wenqing blurted out: "The soul is gone?" For some reason, he couldn't bear it.
The reflection shook his head and remained silent, showing a clear and faint smile in the ripples of the water. The smile gradually shattered and melted, and finally disappeared without a trace, turning into Ning Wenqing's strange face, exactly the same, except for the full face. The astonishment and helplessness on the face.
Ning Wenqing fell down and sat on the cold rock, she slowly bent down and stretched out her hands to splash the water on her face, trying to calm herself down by the coolness of the water, then looked up, but suddenly she was completely confused.
Is this alive, or dead? Body, skin, mind, soul, which one is the existence of life? Who is she now? What about the other her? Where the hell is she? What should she do
The mixed memories of the two sides accompanied by a strong sense of helplessness in her heart, her fingers dug into the bluestone on the shore, and she couldn't move for a long time.
The Buddha said that all things are empty, and the body and mind are like illusions. When things come to an end, she finds that everything is so far away. All she can do is stand up and straighten her back, and use a strange body to support the soul that is drifting and fading, and is about to disperse.
Moving westward day by day, gradually embracing the empty sky among the mountains, Ning Wenqing, or Feng Qingchen, who gradually calmed down, looked at the mountains that were about to be shrouded in twilight. When she thought for a long time and was about to turn back, Suddenly, a pair of big hands reached out from behind and tightly covered her mouth.