Peerless, Rongguang.
Everyone's mind is blank, forgetting everything, only remembering that night under the black sky and thin cold snow, a man with black hair scattered all over his body stained with blood, hugging a pale woman with long hair hanging down, looking up at the top of the palace, his exquisite His chin was stained with blood and snow, which only reminded people of peach blossoms falling on the jade biscuit. His eyes were empty and there was no one, but everyone kept the beauty in their dreams from now on.
For many years to come, when everyone thinks of this moment, they can't help but stop everything at hand, silently, daydreaming, yearning, and sighing.
It's like yearning for the Taoyuan, which has nothing in the world, and is as beautiful as a god because of its extreme beauty.
At this moment, the world was silent, and Wan Jun forgot his mission and responsibility before the irresistible expression.
At this moment, no one opened their mouths, fearing that the sound of this elf-like splendor would be overwhelmed by the sound, and then people would be disappointed to find that this shocking beauty was just a dream.
At this moment, only Ning Yi was trying to struggle on the snowy ground, slowly moving his elbows towards Feng Zhiwei's direction; at this moment, only Gu Nanyi was holding Feng Zhiwei, whose body was slightly cool, before Wan Jun was paled by his radiance, The moment no one stopped.
One step forward.
From Shizhang Palace above.
jump off.
Winter passed in a blink of an eye, and then came another spring, and spring slipped away very quickly. It seemed that the jacket was just on, and then I changed into a single shirt. I hadn’t worn the single shirt for a few days, and I was desperate to find out last year’s clothes again. padded jacket.
While every household was busy changing into cotton-padded jackets, some people still wore single clothes and rode around the world alone.
Dressed in Tsing Yi, a white horse, and a green leaf flute, blowing from this winter to that winter.
Ye Di was thin on his lips, and he was already familiar with the tune. Along the way, people looked at him strangely, wondering if this person was a lunatic.
He turned a blind eye and raised his head to meet the cool wind of early winter.
"Teach you a way not to get lost."
"This kind of tree is everywhere in the north and south of the river. Wherever we go in the future, if we get separated, no matter how urgent or inconvenient, we should not forget to leave this pattern under the roots of this tree, so that we can easily find each other."
"You are responsible for leaving the mark. I know the way, and I will come to you."
You promised to find me, but it's always me who comes to you, you... liar.
Playing the flute, find you.
That year, he fell into Miyagi with her in his arms, and then passed out. When he woke up, he was on Xiaobai's back. The psychic horse was waiting outside Miyagi, but only picked him up.
He was seriously injured, but he didn't die. The wound has been treated well. He doesn't know where his father and Zhan Xuyao went. Maybe he just let it go, maybe find another place to fight to the death. He doesn't want to care about this anymore, he only cares about—her Where
It is said that that night he fell with her in his arms, and there were tens of thousands of imperial guards underneath. Many people said they saw her fall into the crowd, but no one could find her body. But the bodies were found one by one, but she was not there.
If you can't find it, there is still hope.
Just look for it.
This year, he traveled across the South China Sea, South Fujian, the grasslands, returned to Xiliang, smelled the sea breeze in Qiyuan, saw the sea in Anlanyu, visited Pucheng in Dayue, looked for Baitou Cliff in the grassland, and visited Pass the mirror lake of Gedamu Snow Mountain.
On the pier in the South China Sea, he wandered around like a ghost, looking for the shadow of the tent back then, and stopped in front of a corner, where she narrowly stuffed knowledge into his arms, and washed away with warmth and frankincense. His chaotic world.
"You were once so soft, so fragrant, held in mother's arms, you should have heard mother's little song, and been touched by father like this."
No, Zhiwei, I have forgotten those, the brightest traces of light in my life come from you.
In Puyuan in Pucheng, he lingered in front of the house where she lived for a long time, with his palm pressed against the cold wall. Back then, he also stuck to that wall in the same posture. Back then, there was her behind the wall, and it felt like touching him across a wall. Looking at her ups and downs, now he only feels the coldness of his palms, the empty room behind the wall, and the light and shadow wandering.
Opposite the huge Shi Xin in front of Mirror Lake, he hugged his knees and waited for a long time, waiting for her to suddenly come out from behind Shi Xin, smiled at him, and said, "Hey, you really know I'm here."
He waited for three days and three nights, stepping on the lotus across the lake again and again, the wind from the snow-capped mountains blew his skirts, she was still beside him in a trance, Lingbo gave birth to lotus step by step, but when he turned his head, Always a blank emptiness.
He tried so hard to find her, and then one day finally realized that he would never find her.
Whether alive or dead, when she is determined to disappear in the crowd, no one will be able to find her.
When he was thinking this way, he raised his face vigorously again, but even though he raised his face so quickly, he still felt hot and humid liquid flowing down silently.
"If one day I cry for someone, I will never laugh again."
Zhiwei, today I finally know how to shed tears for you, can you see
He quietly raised his face, waiting for the dry wind of early winter to dry the moisture on his face, the small piece of wet skin was a little tight, like the ups and downs of ten years living by her side Life.
Then he dismounted and took out a pen and paper.
This year he sometimes wrote some words and buried them under the marked tree.
In Pucheng, he wrote: Peony is very beautiful, the red point between the eyebrows is cute. Jin Siyu has become emperor, but he is also in Pucheng, he pretended not to see me, and I pretended not to see him.
In Baitouya he wrote: I hate you for keeping all important things from me.
In the garden of rest, he wrote: Back then you were about to die here too. I didn’t know sadness at that time, and sometimes when I hated, I would think, what would it be like if you really wanted to die at that time? After thinking for a long time, I still dare not think about it. By the way, Hua Qiong and Yan Huaishi are doing well now.
In Anlanyu, he wrote: I know you remember this place, you never said it, but I just know you want to see the sea here, I have seen it for you, there is nothing to see.
In Jinghu, he wrote: Back then you stuffed Ning Yi with a suicide note in Ning Cheng's arms, you gave Hua Qiong the antidote to the alcohol poisoning, you gave the secret decree to Qi's father and son, and you gave the two keys of Dacheng's secret vault to you. Hang Ming, you asked me to ask Zhan Xuyao for the last key, to open the Dacheng Secret Vault, and to give Ning Yi compensation for the fallen soldiers and the suffering people. You asked these people to dedicate these important things to Ning Yi, and leave them to Ning Yi. The reason for keeping their lives, you have arranged for everyone to escape, why not arrange for yourself