When she speaks, she will subconsciously open her eyes, and the light in her eyes can burn people's eyes.
The man smiled more heartily, staring at the widow for a moment: "I've been here all the year round, but I've never seen you. You should first talk about who's girl you are, and why did you appear? here?"
The widow still stubbornly didn't answer: "If you tell me who you are first, I'll tell you who I am." After that, without waiting for the man to answer, he continued to ask: "Why did you suddenly appear when I didn't see you before? Now, you still call me A Yuan, who is A Yuan you are talking about?"
The man withdrew his gaze, looked up at the stars in the sky, and pointed, "I came from the sky, I'm A Yuan's brother."
elder brother? The widow thought that the sound of A Yuan that often rang in his head should be the man's sister, so he turned his head to face the man's eyes, his pupils were as black as obsidian, and carefully examined the man. The man in front of him was indeed somewhat similar to that A Yuan.
Seeing the widower staring at him all the time, the man laughed in a low voice. When he laughed, a big laugh vortex appeared on the edge of his laughter. He folded his arms and looked at the widow from top to bottom. The widow had just emerged from the water, with jet-black hair. They were all draped on their backs, and although the shark was not wet in contact with water, it didn't stick to the body, but it was light, transparent and uneven in thickness. The shark covered her knees, revealing her snow-white calf. Her beautiful feet were immersed in the water, and the water splashed and made a pleasant sound, which made the heart tremble.
The man reached behind her with one hand and gently stroked her beautiful wet hair, but his expression was so solemn. "You haven't told me who you are?" His voice sounded calm and polite.
The widow narrowed his eyes, had an idea, pointed to the water, and replied, "I came down from the water. It's called the widow."
"A widower?"
"Aqua?" The man's eyebrows moved: "Are you a widow?"
The widower shook his head.
The man frowned and shook his head with the widow: "Widower, widow, this name is not good! Who gave it to you? Are your parents?"
The widow did not speak, lowered his head and thought for a while, then suddenly raised his head and asked the man, "Why doesn't it sound good?"
The man was stunned and said to himself: Widowhood. Widowmaker: Worried and sleepless, isn't it bad? The mouth did not tell the widow in this way. He leaned over and kissed the widower's forehead: "Sorry, I'm wrong, it sounds good." After kissing, he stared at the widow's face, his eyes shining brightly: "Huh? Why don't you blush?"
The man's actions surprised the widow, and after thinking about Jiuxiao's words, the widow wiped his forehead with his hand, and repeated: "Some people say that men and women can't be kissed, if a woman is like me, she doesn't know how to blush, and It's shameless."
When the man heard this, he laughed even harder, rubbed the widow's head, and pinched the widow's plump face: "Silly widow, why don't you blush? Because of your thick skin?"
The widow was full of anger from him, plunged into the water, and left without saying goodbye.
The man sat quietly on the reef for a long time, thinking about the scene where he just watched the widow swim away. She swayed with her legs crossed, like a fish waving its tail in the water. Could it be that she used to be the elf of Dazawa, but now she has become a humanoid
The widow who returned to the bottom of the water rarely began to think about the future. In the past, when I was a fish, I had no ideals, I only knew how to eat and drink, and live by it; now I have become a human, and I am still like this. Will I live on land in the future? Thinking about the future day and night, it really fits the name Jiuxiao gave. Widow: Worried and sleepless.
Thinking about it was like falling into a dream: the fog filled the air, but she walked alone. She propped up her whole body on two legs, and staggered forward in the permeating fog. Perhaps she was not used to life on land. She walked slowly at first, but her pace gradually accelerated, and then she walked like flying. Then, she vaguely saw many passers-by, all of them walking, like a race walk, she gradually left some people behind and gradually surpassed those walking in front of her;
It is also like a climb, she climbs higher and higher, asking Feng Xu to control the wind and Ling Yun to force the sun. But the road was not easy to walk, the grass was full of thorns and thorns, piercing the soles of her feet, the thorns were stained with blood, and gorgeous flower bones bloomed. In the end, she was able to move forward, leaving everyone behind, and managed to get out of the haze. She was the only one at the end. At that time, she changed her posture, with colorful clouds lingering around her, and gorgeous phoenixes surrounding her one by one. As she spun, she raised her lips and raised her eyes, like a proud phoenix staring at all beings alone in the sky.
The spring breeze was complacent, but the soles of his feet sank, and he almost fell from the clouds. A hand grabbed her in time, with a warm palm, tightly wrapping her hands. The man stood up and said: "Eating, men and women, people want to live. Widow, you will never be alone." Then he fell from the sky with him, into the deep sea, under the blue water, and the two became entangled. Together, like blended water and milk, can't tell each other apart. She saw herself clearly: a human head and a fish body.
forget plum
"The widower..."
"The widower..."
"Widower... You get up and open your eyes."
In the haze, someone seemed to be calling him, and the widow woke up with a start. When he opened his eyes, he found himself sleeping on a large lotus flower, and there seemed to be a person standing beside him. Red sleeves.
That person is none other than Jiuxiao.
The widow was so frightened that she rolled and crawled to the side to hide, but the lotus petals around her suddenly gathered together, and she looked at Jiuxiao in panic.
"What are you afraid of? This seat won't hurt you." After that, Jiuxiao looked away and asked the widow again: "What did you dream about? How tightly did you hold the seat's feet?"
"Ah?" Widowmaker calmed down, looked down, quickly retracted his hands that were holding Jiuxiao's big feet, got up, and replied, "I just dreamed that I was in the sky, and then I fell from the clouds, and then I was so frightened that I wanted to find something and hurry up."
"Falling from the cloud, looking for something to catch?" Jiuxiao's mind came to the scene of the widow falling from the cloud, and asked in confusion, "Are you catching the cloud in your dream?"
"Haha—" The widow patted the buttocks and forgot the plum, and said, "Whatever you say you want to catch!"
Jiuxiao pursed his lips into a line, squatted down, sat cross-legged, looked down at his toes, and said, "According to this seat, you must have had some sweet dream, otherwise, you wouldn't have drooled so much." Hearing this, the widow also followed Jiuxiao's line of sight, and really saw the dark things on the toe of Jiuxiao's shoes.
The widow was very embarrassed and wanted to lean down to wipe it, but heard Jiuxiao say again: "Is the widow not afraid of this seat?"
The widow rolled his eyes: "I thought about it, if you want to hurt me, you don't have to work so hard to save me."
A faint smile appeared on Jiuxiao's face: "The widow has become smarter."
The widow also smiled, stared at Jiuxiao's clothes again, and asked, "Why are you wearing red today?"
Jiuxiao glanced at the crimson red shark on the widow's body and smiled without saying a word.
Without waiting for Jiuxiao to answer, the widow continued muttering to himself: "I just saw you and thought it was the guy last night."
"What did that guy tell you last night?" Jiuxiao continued to tidy up his sleeves gracefully.
"I didn't say anything..." The widow thought for a while, and didn't plan to tell Jiuxiao, and suddenly said in surprise: "Why am I here?" She clearly remembered that after parting with the man last night, she swam back to the bottom of the water and scalloped scallops. She had already fallen asleep, she also began to fall asleep, had a dream, and woke up on the lotus, with Jiuxiao.
lotus? The widower stood up straight, the gathered petals only left a well-head-sized sky above his head, and white clouds drifted past from time to time. The widow jumped up in fright, and jumped up to Jiuxiao in three or two steps: "Shenjun, this, how does this lotus fly in the sky?"
Jiuxiao blinked his eyes, and the voice came in a deep voice: "Xuemei in the West Sea has opened, and I want to take you to see it." As soon as he finished speaking, the gathered lotus petals reopened, and the whole lotus flower slowly began to fall down. Gradually getting away from the white clouds, the widow looked down and saw that the sea was beyond sight, and the sunlight reflected a blue sky. The lotus landed steadily on the water and quickly drifted forward.
Seeing the widower's curiosity, Jiuxiao explained: "This is the West Sea. We are going to an island on the edge of the West Sea. The island is full of plum blossoms, and now is the flowering period."
The wind from the West Sea was not cold, and it blew slowly, with a moist touch on the face.
The sea drifted for some distance, and snow began to fall ahead. The widow looked back and was stunned again, but the water behind him was sparkling, and the sun was still shining brightly.
The snow is getting heavier and heavier, the air is getting colder and colder, and the widow feels a little cold, and frequently looks back at the road.
"Don't look back." Jiuxiao stood with his hands behind his back, his clothes ruffled by the wind from the West Sea, his black hair flying.
Jiuxiao didn't even look at the widow, and said solemnly: "Since you're here, why are you looking back on the way you saw it? Today, remember, no matter what way you go or where you go, don't look back, let alone have Any mentality of hesitating, stepping back, going back the same way."
"why?"
"Because you have already made careful consideration when choosing which way to go. If you didn't think clearly at the time, don't go at all."
"But you brought me here this time, how can I have the freedom to think about it?" The widow retorted.
"What this seat imposes on you is an exception."
Snow rustled down.
After an hour of drifting in the West Sea, Lotus finally approached a small island.
The thinly clad widow has been shivering from the cold, and the upper and lower teeth are constantly grinding