Yue felt that there was a warm and painful gaze hanging behind her back, and she refused to tear it away, but she didn't have the strength to pay attention to it any more. She just wanted to get out of here quickly, and then fell asleep, maybe in her dream she still You can relive everything you just saw.
The crowd moved away, and they walked outside the hall, but someone still stopped in front of them without interest, the delicate skirt of moon white embroidered lotus fluttered slightly, as quiet and elegant as a lotus.
The lotus flower said holyly: "Congratulations to General Meng for winning the championship. I would like to thank you for your kindness in the past, and I will hold a small banquet at Zuixiangju in Pandu for General Meng..."
"Can you shut up?"
Folian lost her voice in astonishment, Meng Fuyao raised her head, her eyes were bloodshot, she looked at her like a rabbit, she could see the wolf's eyes, she gritted her teeth, and said very clearly: "Rotten lotus, please, go You can pretend to be pure in front of people in the world, but please don't pretend to be in front of me, especially now! Do you know that I feel like throwing up when I fucking see you pretending? I've already vomited enough today!"
As if being hit by a hammer, Folian retreated back and forth with a pale face, holding on to the pillar desperately to keep herself from falling, and when she spoke again, her voice changed: "You...you..."
"I hate you, that's all." Meng Fuyao walked straight over and knocked her shoulder away: "I'm in a bad mood, I deserve your bad luck, and I'll say a dirty word to you."
She turned her head, and she was very close to Folian. She smiled with white teeth, and whispered in her ear: "Don't pretend to be aggressive, you will be struck by lightning! Don't pretend to be pure, and you will be punished by others!"
Haha laughed, another mouthful of blood came out of laughter, Meng Fuyao wiped his mouth, stretched his arms and strode out, saying: "Have a good time!"
No matter how much the lotus flower turned into a rain-beaten lotus, Meng Fu shook his head and walked out of the palace all the way, passing through a series of palace gates, step by step out of this place under those envious or surprised or jealous or meaningful eyes. In the bloody Shura field, the palace gates slowly opened in front of her. The evening sun was illuminated by the sunset like a bright red brocade carpet, and the long corridor stretched out, spreading out in front of her endlessly. She finally stepped under her feet, she finally came to this day, she finally got what she wanted, but God gave her a bonus gift jokingly, like a surprise popping out of a toy box, it bounced to the most painful part of her heart , she was brimming with pain.
After leaving the palace, she got on the horse and said, "Zhuzhu, you go back first, I want to be alone for a while."
Ya Lanzhu looked at her worriedly, just about to refuse, she suddenly turned sideways and said, "Be careful."
Meng Fuyao nodded, raised his whip, and the steed galloped through the crowd, through the streets and alleys, through the lights of thousands of houses, and galloped straight into the wilderness, heading towards the direction closest to the sky.
Ten miles away from the city gate, there is a small hill, with a stream flowing through it, shining in the night.
She got off the horse and stared at it dazedly. In her memory, there was also such a pool of water in her hometown, which was pure and clear. She used to touch fish in it when she was a child.
The night wind is gentle, and the flying flowers are scattered. On this cold night, who will illuminate the path of the lost in the shadow of the candlelight, and who will use his own body temperature to warm the cold thoughts of the lost
Suddenly someone approached slowly from behind, and said softly: "Fuyao, the brave are not afraid of crying."
His voice is soft and gentle, with the calmness and calmness accumulated in the wind and frost of life, but today's words still carry the pain that I can feel, as if the warm jade has cracked, reflecting a more radiant and tender smile. beauty.
Meng Fuyao suddenly turned around.
Fell into that warm embrace.