Chu Qiao was stunned suddenly, and vaguely, her thoughts went back, weaving the landscape and figures as light as clouds and ink with traces of memories. The man's clothes fluttered, his eyebrows were sculpted and his eyes were solemn, what kind of mood did he throw away the jade pendant, then turned around on his horse and left the tree full of peace and blessings step by step
Her eyes were sour, but she didn't shed tears. She stood silently. I don't know how long it took, rows of lights came here, countless flower boats floated on the lake, and children passed by her with laughter, but she didn't seem to notice it. She didn't wake up until a peddler selling lamps passed by.
The lantern is still the same, with friendly features, as if it is the one she used to have. She watched quietly, barely able to take her eyes away. The peddler was in a hurry, and asked with a frown, "I said girl, have you picked it out?"
She paid the money hastily, and stood on the road with the lantern in her hand, with a thin back, like a bewildered child.
The flow of people gradually came, and she followed the crowd in a daze. The whole journey was full of warm laughter, gongs and drums. A rich family is setting off fireworks, the sky is colorful and colorful, and there are aromas everywhere, strong aroma of wine, aroma of barbecue, fragrance of rouge on Miss Qianjin's body as she passes by, and fragrance of plum blossoms in bud. Some people make lanterns, some guess lantern riddles, some drink wine, some eat, some watch juggling, some sing music. This night, everything seems to come alive, and happiness reverberates around like wanton. She looked straight ahead and walked silently alone, carefully holding the lantern in her hand so as not to be damaged by others.
The bright and flickering lights shone on her face, she looked so thin, and her back was so slit, lonely, out of tune with the bustle around her.
Some people saw her, but some didn't pay attention. She walked quietly like this, passing through so many people's attention and indifference, and went forward and forward alone, but she didn't know where she was going.
Finally, the candles gradually burned out, leaving only faint lights emitting. She walked to the lake and carefully picked up the colored lanterns. The emerald green lake water wet the corners of her skirt, but she didn't care. The withered and yellow branches of the weeping willows on the bank hang down on her face, itching and tangling, like the locks of fate, gently sweeping on her shoulders.
Zhuge Yue, I will owe you all my life, if possible, in the next life, let's meet earlier at the right time.
With a slight push of pale fingers, the rabbit light floated away. The lake is rippling, and the lantern is like a small boat, light and floating, gradually blending into the night with the waves of the waves, cruising gently on the brightly lit lake.
Chu Qiao stood up and kept staring at her. The night wind was blowing on her face, and the shivering cold was like a sharp arrow, lightly passing through her heart. The world is full of colors and glass, but her heart is like a lamp that is gradually moving away. The light flickers and seems to be extinguished. She made that decision, crushed her own hope with her own hands, the world collapsed silently in her hands, the carved beams and painted buildings rotted into ashes, the pearls and jade brocades dried up on the ground, life had long since left her, and what was left was only a vast expanse of gray and white Endless darkness.
Suddenly, a small wave hit the small lamp, and a dragon boat leading flower boat came first. The water splashed by the oars splashed on the lamp, and the light flickered and was about to go out. To be submerged in the water.
For some reason, Chu Qiao's already cold and numb heart tightened suddenly. She unconsciously took a step forward and frowned slightly, as if she was worried about the little lamp that was drifting with the tide.
At this moment, a larger lantern floated over, the silk thread at the top was entangled with Chu Qiao's filament, and it spun a few times on the spot, but accidentally saved the small lantern from falling down. Most of the water that went to the flower boat gradually drifted to the quiet waters aside with a small light. The same snow-white Jade Rabbit pattern, one big and one small cuddled together, unexpectedly gentle and harmonious. With the obstruction of that lamp, the light of the small lamp lighted up slightly again, gradually radiating a gentle and warm light on the surrounding water area.
Chu Qiao breathed a sigh of relief, although it was going to be destroyed in the end, it would be good to light up for a while.
She slowly relaxed her frowning eyebrows, let out a light breath, and then casually raised her eyes, a figure suddenly appeared on the other side of the green lake!
She froze in place silently as if she had been shocked by an electric shock. She seemed to see him again, dressed in a rustling white shirt, a light silk cloak, half-covered black hair, lips like vermilion, eyes like cold lakes.
The dragon boat passed through the lake, shadowy and shadowy, blocking their sight. The night was adorned with bright red silk and joyful crowds. He looked at her quietly, holding a lantern crossbar in his hand just like her, You Yuan's gaze pierced through the silent time, also started from shock, turned to complicated and difficult to understand, and finally stopped quietly.
In an instant, thousands of gorgeous fireworks ignited behind the two, and the bright flames reflected their intertwined gazes.
Chu Qiao looked at him, that gaze was something he had never seen before, and he didn't even know what words to use to describe it. It's like an abandoned child looking at his hometown in his sleep, reluctant to look away. That was the expectation of more than 600 nights, but the hope was completely shattered at the moment of daylight.
She half opened her lips, as if she wanted to say something, but she couldn't open her mouth after all. The vermilion lips were trembling, before the smile lines reached the bottom of the eyes, two lines of tears had already fallen, following the trembling smile, rolling down line by line on the pointed face.
As the dragon boat left, she suddenly ran wildly. She had been avoiding, retreating, staying away, and pushing back all her life. Will it crumble like a shattered dream
The girl ran so fast that passers-by along the way cast strange glances at her, but she couldn't care less. The clothes are like Su Lian, flying away with her running, her knees are weak, her ears are ringing, she crosses the lake embankment, the plum forest, the stone bridge, and the willow branches, and finally she is out of breath. Standing there, I only feel that everything has ended like a floating cloud, which is so unreal that it makes people panic.
Zhuge Yue still looked at her, his eyes were quiet, and there was a trace of hidden pity in the intertwined eyes.
The hustle and bustle of the crowd rushed to them lively.
Chu Qiao was suddenly so afraid, different from death, different from exile. She has been strong and determined all her life. In the past ten years, she has only been so afraid twice. The first time was at the moment when he fell into the deep lake, and the second time was now.
She reached out her hand recklessly, and firmly grabbed his skirt, no matter how crowded the crowd was, she refused to let go.
The back of her hand was suddenly covered with a layer of warmth, and one hand held her tightly.
The lights faded, and she leaned towards him. He used his arms to open up a quiet space for her, with figures floating beside him and waves criss-crossing. She was so close to him that she could smell his breath, looking at him with dark eyes, as if she wanted to dig two holes out of his face.
Tears overflowed, she forced herself to calm down, but she still couldn't help stretching out her trembling hand, as if she wanted to touch his figure lightly.
These are the eyebrows, slender and slightly raised, but they have never really been higher than the top; this is the eye, cold and quiet, but they have never let her go to the water or fire without looking back; He has never been so aloof and indifferent as he has shown.
The answer she had been looking for was right in front of her eyes, but she felt that her knees were sore and her body was weak, and a suppressed sound came out of her throat. As soon as her body softened, she fell to one side.
He quickly grabbed her waist with his hands, and the moment his body touched, it seemed that vicissitudes of time passed between them. She could no longer hold back the cry she had suppressed for a long time, and finally overflowed.
He hugged her, her tears fell on his chest, moistened his clothes, and penetrated into his heart layer by layer.
"Why did you lie to me? Why didn't you come to see me? I thought you were dead..." She choked up and cried, her body trembling slightly, saying over and over again, "I thought you were dead..."
Zhuge Yue pursed his lips tightly and did not speak. He did not come from a long distance to see her, but just hoped to get closer to her within the range of not disturbing her.
The ancient city of Xianyang is the last city in Daxia that is close to Bian Tang.
He opened his lips several times, but after all, he didn't know how to face her like this. He was almost at a loss. After all, he suppressed thousands of complicated thoughts, caressed her back, and maintained his usual appearance with a clear voice, pretending Impatiently said: "Don't cry, I'm not dead yet."
"If you're not dead, come to me!" Chu Qiao pushed him away, crying with tears in her eyes, "Don't you know to send a letter?"
She had never cried so much in front of him, and she seemed to be unable to stand still. All of a sudden, the past of those near-death experiences became insignificant. The desperation and hardship of being hunted down and strayed to death, and the several narrow escapes in the past two years, all seemed so insignificant.
He stretched out his hand and greeted her domineeringly: "Come here."
She wiped away her tears, and for the first time in her life, she didn't want to fight against him, so she threw herself into his arms, crying and cursing: "You crazy!"
Thousands of rivers and thousands of mountains are separated, family and country are blocked by enmity, crossing life and death, suddenly looking back, that person is in a dimly lit place. She slept so deeply that night, as if soaking in warm water.
In a trance, she seemed to have returned to the warm dormitory of the Military Intelligence Department, living with Xiaoshi, Maoer and the others. It snowed heavily in the morning, she felt lazy and didn't want to get up, Xiaoshi stretched out her cold hand and patted her face lightly to wake her up, she frowned and hid under the quilt, the bad girl Mao'er threw her away with a whimper. quilt, and then stood by and laughed. Min Min sat beside the dressing table, making up and calling for breakfast.
At that time, the sky was so blue, and they were all still so young. The years were as fresh as fish just taken out of the sea, writhing alive and kicking.
The drowsiness finally receded a little bit, her face was icy cold, she slowly opened her eyes, and saw him standing in front of her with a clean body, only a smelly face, frowning and said: "I know what time is it?" ?"
In an instant, she almost thought that she was dazzled and her head was not bright enough. She looked at him fixedly, frowned slightly, and looked very serious.
Her serious appearance immediately made Zhuge Yue swallow the words in his mouth. He turned around and wanted to go elsewhere, but felt his clothes tighten. He lowered his head, and a small green hand was quietly grabbing the corner of his clothes, holding it tightly. It was so hard that the knuckles were slightly white.
The memory of last night gradually came back, her face flushed suddenly, she let go of her hands and sat up to look out, she couldn't help being stunned, and asked in surprise: "Why is it dark?"
Zhuge Yue looked at her angrily, then turned to light another candlestick.
She still came to ask him
After parting last night, he went back to the post house. Because he came here quietly this time, he didn't live in the official post house, but his private house here. After going back, I stayed up all night without sleep, and waited until the next morning, but I waited and looked around, but still no one came to my door. He thought angrily, I don't want to go to her, just to see if she comes to me. But until the sun was in the west, and the door was still cold, he finally couldn't bear it anymore, and went to her door alone without any entourage. When he opened the door, he saw her sleeping with her head covered and sleeping soundly. How could he not let her go? Annoyed by the person who tossed and turned all day and night