MTL - Legend of Fu Yao-v7 Chapter 16 Finale (below) (4)
? Why bother her to be sad, let her heart, forever keep the Zong Yue who is as healthy as usual in the moment, let her remember his memory, and stay in the darkness for the last kiss.
He wants to be selfish, let the cold and sinister Zong Yue, in the most warm and awkward way, permanently set in her life.
"She shed tears for you."
He still said nothing, for a long time: "Her tears are worthless."
Gu Yiyi couldn't help but smile, laughing in half of his eyes with tears, and half a shouted: "If it weren't for this tear, I would slap her in the face."
"It’s time to go back and see."
Gu Yi turned his head and looked at him. He smiled and sighed: "I don't know, you are like me, your mouth is hard... We are all... stupid people..."
"No." The white man looked back at that direction, and in this life, it was the last time...
"It’s all life."
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"The army does not know whether there is any return, and there is a battle in Kitano, and I believe that it will be retired sooner or later." Meng Fu shakes gently against the longevity of the great-grandson, and lowers the road. "I now hope that Ji Yu did not cause too much damage to the gods." ""
"The wrath of the emperor, the blood is flowing." The long-term grandson clenched her hand. "So we have to cultivate our minds, especially you."
Meng Fu, a bleak look, couldn’t help but smile and said: "You said Master is in the temple, but I didn't see him."
"The Holy Spirit has left." The great-grandchild has no way. "He said that he would be unhappy when he saw you, because you are already stronger than him. In order to avoid the fact that Master is not as good as a disciple, you will not see him again in the future."
Meng Fu screamed: "The old idiot, my heart is too small." Thinking and thinking, "Why is he in the temple?"
"I don't know." Long Sun Wuji said, "When he was in the temple, I was not there. Maybe he just went for you. The needle at the foot of the temple is really awesome. Otherwise, I may not be able to support it. For a long time, I suspect that your master is the first generation of the servant of the temple."
"God servant?"
"The lords of the generations have their own servants," said the great-grandson Wuji, who sighed after the death of the lord of the temple, and sighed. "Only the servant of the founder of the founder is missing after he ascended, but he must be The ancestors had to show before they died, so the Holy Spirit is your master."
Although he has read some of the records of the founding fathers, he has obtained the long-lasting magic that he left, but the memory from the ancestors did not completely open to him, and some things can only rely on speculation.
Perhaps, when the ancestors died, they did not want to repeat the life of him and the lotus. Instead, they hoped to be a new person in the new world and start over with a new look.
Therefore, today's long-term grandson is not exactly the founder. Just like the present Meng Fu Sha, it is not the original lotus flower that was poured out by the ancestors.
They have inherited the blood, but they have their own thoughts and choices.
Meng Fu listened quietly to him and said some entanglements about the year. He said: "The original '弑天' is a lotus flower of the year, and the tripod of Yunfu is the goddess of the lotus master who practiced the lotus. The lotus flower that was born is my body, and the lotus power is left in the heavens and the clouds. The three things are added together, and the final return is achieved. It is really painstaking for the founder to return to the temple with great strength. But if these opportunities don’t coincide, wouldn’t there be any hope in this life?”
"In the past, the lotus was too weak, but when we were born, we were confused. We couldn't protect ourselves. We were almost destroyed by the Guardians of the Temple several times. So the ancestors sent you a red dust experience and let you be a new self." The grandson looked deeply at her. "For him, whether you can stay with him in the end is not the most important thing. You are strong enough to protect yourself. It is his greatest dream to be able to obey his heart and happiness."
Meng Fu shakes his eyes.
She knows what he means, this he is himself.
The ancestors of that life and the long-term grandchildren of this world are promising. Maybe the personality is not exactly the same, but for her, the mind is the same.
Never take pleasure in possession, only to be happy.
"Wake up..." The long-term Sun Wuji turned her hand slowly and took her cool body in her arms.
"I am very happy... you have chosen me before the desire of God."
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The next days, it seems very happy, Dawan Fufeng retreats, Da Yu and Wuji have also ceased fighting, Xiaoqiu is not willing to confess in vain, in the battle of the North wild acquiescence, turn to the arrogance of the fire, the cloud marks at that time Also in the army, after he reported down the mountain, he did not turn to the Changqing Temple. If he was well-behaved, he would not want to disturb her life again. She was too hard to walk along, why should she increase her burden? ? At that time, it was Yan Lie who took the troops on the Yuanyuan. Yan Lie made a swindle and tried to attack Xiaoqi. However, he was discovered by the cloud marks. He endured it and endured it. He finally got out.
Yan Lie saw the cloud mark and was very pleasantly surprised. He immediately asked him to recognize his ancestors and asked him to fall. Yun Yun refused his request and told him the truth of Yan’s death. Yan Lie lost his soul. The defeat, was ordered by the Emperor of the Yuan Dynasty to deport to Beijing, to investigate the responsibility of the army and the country's coach, Yun marks heart not to save him, but remembered the dying of the dying of Yan, but also followed in desperation, intends to be executed in the Emperor Shangyuan At the time of Yan Lie, look at Yan’s dust and leave him a life.
Who knows that Yan Lieben is not a fuel-efficient lamp, the emperor has to do him, and he has the right to hold the military power, "it will be irrelevant to the foreign monarchy", and it is simply reversed. On the one hand, Shangyuan faces an amnesty attack, and on the other hand, it appears again. Internal suffering, these years have been subject to the pressure of Promise, it is easy to smash the squad, and want to earn some interest, but this has happened again. Under the internal and external diplomatic attack, the stormy and swaying regime has collapsed. In the winter, the last battle of the palace, Qiuyi was surrounded by the Yan Lie army and succumbed to the palace. However, Yan Lie, who had won the fortune, just sat for three days, and he was inexplicably violent. In a mess, the last moment fell into the hands of Dagu.
The victorious Xiaoqi immediately pursued the victory and pursued the battle to defeat the country to kill the country. The cloud marks how the father and the old folks were killed and killed immediately, and the small seven-fold arrow before the battle required a battle with Shangyuan Wenwu. If lost, if it loses, That is to retreat, if you win, first kill the challenger family.
Shangyuan Wenwu’s request for this absurdity was overjoyed and frowned. The generals of the Big Seven were famous in the world. Who can be a trick? His eyes turned and turned to the cloud mark. Although this is a Taiyuan courtier, Yan Lie had already established him as heir before he died. Although he refused to accept it, he was also the emperor of the future, the future emperor. It is a master in the world. Is there any reason not to play for his subjects?
The ministers pleaded with each other and asked Xinjun to succeed in saving the people in the water and fire. The cloud marks were helpless and succeeded. Please fight for the marshal, and a dozen hits, needless to say, Xiaoqi loses.
When Xiaoqi retired, he was very happy with a wave of his hand. When the army and the horses screamed, they would look back and just turned around. They just turned around and whispered and talked to themselves.
"What is the massacre, not just to make you a boss."
The cloud marks don't know, and the search for them may not be so fast. The Yan Lie, who is a strong young man, may not be violent. The two queens of the day will join forces to find the obstacles to his future. No matter who they are, they will be When kicking one foot, you can be trapped by the big Wan Mi army trained by Ji Yu in an instant. Yan Lie can die silently and help the wind wizard.
The teenager who wants to follow the tide of life and never fight for himself, finally embarked on the high and cold position, and the emperors of the two countries in general, at the peak of life, on the Golden Jubilee Chair far above the horizon. Looking far away to Yuntian, the woman who smiled and stunned and flew to the top of the North.
Beyond the sky, the top of the North.
These five continents have changed, and for the time being, they have not been able to disturb the leisurely and calm life of Meng Fu.
She is accompanied by the long-term grandson, travels the mountains, and plays with the water. Although the evergreen mountains are all snow-capped mountains, there is nothing fun, but both of them have fun all over the mountains and open the snow to find the evergreen grass. Climb down the deep valley to find the evergreen beast. When there is nothing, look at the silver-flavored mountain, look at the rolling sea of clouds, watch the sun rise at the top of the snow-capped mountains, and shine the world with a shining silver white. And the eyes of the two pairs of eyes are brighter than the snow.
Their pace seems to be careless, but they often intentionally or unintentionally coordinate in a certain direction, sometimes somewhere, before a certain cliff, the two will suddenly stand, facing the clouds and the sea at the same time: "Hey, we were Here……"
Then stop at the same time and smile at each other.
Perhaps the previous life has been erased, but the call to stay in the blood is still there. The common memories of the places that they walked together hundreds of years ago, once again set foot in the hundreds of years, immediately rushed.
Sometimes they do not go anywhere, and deal with some things in the temple. The long-term Sun Wuji is now the master of the two countries. He intends to separate the existing system of political and religious integration, theocracy and political power, and gradually move to the inland central The centralized system is close. This is a very difficult reform for the sacred country that has been a sacred country from the very beginning. The system has been going on for hundreds of years. But Meng Fu believes that as long as it takes time, one day, the grandson will reach him. The goal is to gradually eliminate the influence of theocracy on the people. The Changqing Temple will eventually strip the political power, separate the church and the state, and no longer let the vain gods control the entire life of the people.
The Temple of Evergreen begins with him and ends with him.
Although these affairs cannot be carried out immediately and aggressively, they should be eroded early. This is the reason why the great-grandchild is very good at it. The first step is to cancel the official establishment of the shrines in various places, and to abolish the system of separation of the temples and change the system of provinces and counties. Change the selection system of the believers, open the door of the electorate in the country, replace the enrichment of the lower bureaucrats, step by step from bottom to top, and gradually oversee the political real power of the Evergreen Temple.
When the grandson was very busy with these things, Meng Fu waved and sat on one side, and he was burning in a charcoal stove, but don't think she would add red sleeves to the night, which is impossible for Meng Meng. The melon seeds, squatting and impatient, will be used by the master of the temple to personally use her magic to peel the melon seeds, the melon seeds are returned to her, the melon seeds are returned to the nine tails and the ingots, and as long as they protest, she throws them into the ice and snow, the ingot Adults don't care about the snow and ice, but the nine tails are very wronged, and they scratch the door to protest - I saved you three times, and you promised to reward me!
The conscience of Queen Meng has always been very small, and she has been scratching for a long time. She threw out a packet of melon seeds - no peeling, and she went.
After I finished the seeds, I fell asleep, my head was a little bit on my chest, but I refused to go to sleep. Every time I ran a long-lasting chapter of the grandson, every time the grandson finished the matter, I looked up and saw the lotus under the lamp. I slept more than a bear, and I had to smile and put her back to sleep.
Of course, sleeping is sleeping, not so much meaning, Meng Fuyao believes that not yet married, do not let a little personal desire, affecting the perfection and uniqueness of the cave night.
So the long-grandson of the great-grandson, the grandson of the grandson, had to face the beauty of the spring sleep, strong self-repression, do something that men love to do.
The poison of Meng Fu’s “locking love” naturally also solved. The last taste of the antidote was in the temple, which was traditionally ruled by the lord. It had been a problem that had long plagued her for a long time, and it was solved at this moment.
So basically, as long as it is not excessive, Queen Meng will not know.
Her life was a bit lazy, a little bit free, a little stunned, all the way to work for a long time, always holding a goal in front of her heart, and now the dust settled, she suddenly felt the heart is hollow, as if this life The purpose and meaning are suddenly nothing.
At the beginning of the nine-meter hall, she chose to save her grandson when she faced a choice. However, she did not mean that she could leave her mother in the clouds. It was her life's obsession, and she was already deeply in the blood and soul.
She is the lotus, but it is not the lotus. The lotus was only existed for the founder. Now this lotus, the reincarnation of the red dust, has already reshaped itself in the fireworks of the world, all love and hate and care. It is her own.
However, she did not say that she did not have to think about it when she made a choice. The long-term grandson was so affectionate, how could she ask him—you inherited the magic, is there a way to send me away?
At that time, I was so eager to find the great gods of the temple. Now the great supernatural being is by her side, she can't speak.
She gradually became depressed, but she always smiled; she didn't sigh, but she was always absent-minded; she ate very little, but she drank a lot; she slept often, but she didn't know that someone was quietly listening to the night through the curtain. The slanting shadow fell a bit in the moonlight.
On the day when the moonlight is the brightest, on August 15th, another year, the silver plate on the Changqing Mountain is hanging high. Because of the high talent, the moonlight looks extraordinarily pure.
At the top of the Jiuyi Hall, a fine table was placed on the jade platform, and she and him were seated.
No servant is needed, no need to let outsiders interfere with the hard-won reunion, the long-term Sun Wuji personally gave her alcoholism, and the clear liquor brightened like a silver in the moonlight, she smiled at the silver smile. Dao: "Look, you see, the moon in the sky, the moon in the cup, wherever you go."
The long-term Sun Wuji caressed her with a slightly red-faced face. She smiled and looked pale in her eyes, her fingers stunned, gently moved over her lips, wiped away some liquor, and smiled: "Drinking Also drink it."
Meng Fu Sha was about to refute, but he saw him touch the finger of her lips, close to his lips, so gently.
Her face was suddenly red, and the moonlight was as beautiful as a new flower.
"The wine that I drink in my life is the most mellow in my heart." Long Sun Wuji smiled beside her. He didn't sit opposite her, but squeezed around her. Both of them were thin, and they passed through the skin. The heat, obviously not touched with the fingertips, but the magic knows that it is soft and silky, fascinating, the depth of the peach blossom source.
Meng Fu shook his hand on the cheek, looking at the side of the man's face, this man, the **** of creation, the most exquisite face in the world, watching for a long time will make people dizzy, especially with a few drunk, usually on the week The eyes of the waves suddenly swayed, and from his drunkenness, he saw his drunk, and he saw the dark fragrance floating, seeing the moonlight dusk, and seeing the starry river and the darkness of the silver lord.
And he showed it to her like that, and it seemed to be laughing too. The smile was deep and shallow, and the shadow was slanting, and it had a rough arc with her general meaning.
"Wake up..."
She gently "hmm", half drunk.
"Say what you want to say."
Meng Fu shook his fingers, and a glass of wine was half-sprayed. In a flash, most of the wines were awakened – in fact, they were not drunk. Her drink has soared recently, and it is not so easy to get drunk.
Say...what you want to say...
He still... sees it.
Also, she smiled, the grandson of the Promise Crystal heart, her Meng Fu shame to conceal it, but also escaped the mirror Zhao Zhao.
Thinking about?
The most vulgar old saying, every time the festival is full of love.
The dust settled, and the heart did not send, this full moon night, so full of moonlight, always reminded her of the house of the world, remembered the moon cake with the mother, egg yolk lotus, she likes the egg yo mother like lotus Rong, so the moon cake is not a two-and-a-half, it is to dig out the egg yolk to leave the lotus seed, and a moon cake can be eaten in a haunted manner. After eating the mother and daughter, they laugh and pull out their hands to go for a walk - the moon cake is too hot, and it needs to be eaten. .
It is said that it is a digestion and walking. In the end, I often buy sugar and fried chestnuts. The paper bags are loaded, and the palms are screaming. The heat of the chestnuts is warm, and the coldness of the town’s lunar calendar in the middle of the night is warm, and the yellow chestnuts are round. Full, the entrance is sweet, and it is like a smile under the moon.
But now, on August 15th, who will accompany my mother for the holidays? Who eats the egg yolk in the lotus root or the lotus seed in the egg yolk for her? Who will hang that chestnut in her palm, the circle of yo?
I got the perfection of this end and I couldn't get a reunion from the other side.
The long-haired Wujiu’s hand reached over and covered her. The heat of his palm burned her, and the heart seemed to tremble, and the eyes were encouraged, warm and tolerant – as long as it was your heart, I thought Sharing.
Meng Fu Yao sighed softly and felt that he was not a good actor. Why couldn’t he have no heart, or simply deepen the city, or forget the previous life, or hide it, it’s better than not being able to go up now. It’s hard for him to hang himself.
"I think..." I don't have to cover up at this moment, but conceal it and disappoint him. She raises her eyes and looks at him clearly. "I want to know how my mother is doing now."
The long-term Sun Wuji hand covered her, did not move, the smile seemed to be slightly lighter, a bit like the moonlight that turned the platform at this moment, but the tone was still calm, only one word.
"Look."
The moonlight was satin, and it slowly opened in front of the stone table. Meng Fuyan suddenly saw the mother of the moonlight.
No, I couldn’t see my mother, I saw the hospital bed, I saw all kinds of instruments that creaked, I saw the doctors and nurses who were busy running around the bed, and saw a thin, thin hand hanging down the bed, full of blue eyes. And mottled age spots.
I saw the hand hanging down, the place where the fingertips drooped, and an old fairy tale book on the ground, which was unable to turn around in the wind.
I saw the crowd busy and a little quiet, a little quieter, the doctor walked away and told the nurse: "The next critical notice..."
I saw the nurse trotting and following the doctor: "She has no relatives..."
Hearing the doctor's question: "There are no relatives? This patient is dying several times, and seems to be holding on, don't want to go, who is she waiting for?"
......
Meng Fu shakes his face and suddenly loses all colors.
She is stuck in the moonlight, one inch is soaked in the cool moonlight, or is she cooler than the moonlight? It was just cold, but she seemed to be eternal and eternal.
Her eyes fell on the wine glass in front of her, the wine was not full of temptation, and it seemed to be a whip at the moment - her mother was dying, she was struggling on the line of life, she was singing in another world, and celebrating with her lover. festival.
The wine is a good wine, it is a venom, so the throat is so fragrant and mellow, but the stomach is just juice.
She slowly, clenched the glass, tighter and tighter.
The pure gold wine cup is softly squeezed in the palm of the hand, and the thin edges and corners are squeezed out, piercing into the skin, and a little deep red is drawn, dyed on the splendid gold foil, and it is bright and dazzling.
One hand gently stretched over and took away the unformed wine glass. The long-term grandson waved the sleeves and collected the moonlight. She looked at the frosty white under the moonlight and sighed gently, holding her in her arms.
She immediately put her head on his shoulder and hugged his waist with his hands. He seemed to be looking for a sleeper for climbing. Her face and hands were so cold, and there was ice everywhere.
He immediately adjusted his internal interest and made himself warmer. Meng Fu shook his head in his arms, his body shivered slightly, her body was cold and hot, and the wine slowly rose up, relying on his body immediately. Hot up.
At that time, he was slightly stiff, and he couldn’t control it for a while. Although they had been together for a long time, she was always ashamed of physical contact, but when she was close to some, she escaped, like this tonight’s almost entangled posture. Nothing.
The long-term grandson has a low breathing.
He is a man of the right age. He is a man with strong spirits and flesh. The desire of those men, he naturally has, but he does not like to be like those men. Any woman can enjoy the joy of fish. He only needs his own woman. The half that belongs to you, for this reason, does not hesitate to wait for a long time, more than 20 years.
He wants to hold her in her arms, take her to the clouds, and integrate into each other's climbing and entanglement. That is the most admirable soaring in the world, blooming in the joy of red dust, brilliant as a star.
However, no, not at the moment.
She is in pain, she just learned that the respect of her relatives is dying. Her current attachment is only a subconscious reaction with fragile inner pain. He does not have such a woman who is still in confusion, and dyes the shadow in the most beautiful moment. .
The long-term Sun Wuji got up a little stiff and picked up her. He said, "I will send you back to the house."
She didn't talk, and the cat seemed to snuggle in his arms. She breathed lightly, the faint scent of the wine and the scent of the scent. The hair was soft and soft, and it fell on his jaw, making him stiffer, almost a little. Even the steps are not stable.
It’s easy to go back to the room, and I don’t even light it. He puts her down in the moonlight and gently kisses her forehead: “Sleep...”
She still didn't talk, but when he was about to get up, he suddenly reached out and hugged his neck.
The aroma of the four sides is a bit stronger, the fragrance of the room is full, the moonlight is so soft, soft as her eyes at the moment, the long-term Sun Wuji heart shocked, and suddenly felt that she was soft and soft, and she was pulled by her. Come down.
He was halfway by the bed, the clothes were pulled half-slanted by her, and the moonlight was next to the delicate clavicle. He didn't go to the whole clothes, only asked her low: "Swinging..."
She "hmm".
He still wants to say something, but she has already put her lips up.
She kissed him for the first time, her posture was awkward, her lips were soft as the most delicate petals, her teeth had a touch of wine, and more of it was sweet and fragrant, belonging to her, from the depths of the body. And the tempting taste, she learned the experience of the eyes, gently rubbed his teeth with his tongue, and gave him a chuckle, licking her tongue.
As soon as he took the initiative, her daring suddenly disappeared. Some of her temptations were somewhat passive. He didn't know when he had been pressed against her. He was entangled in her. He kissed her carefully and tasted her sweetness a little. Warm, so close between the lips and teeth, there was a slight touch, the sound was light and trembled, she trembled, but he suddenly moved away, and gently kissed her white amount, kissed her moist cheeks, kissed Her cold and lovely nose, his kiss accompanied by a shallow bite, not painful but a little itchy, she could not help but shrink, but as soon as the body moved, he immediately snorted and gasped to bury his face in her shoulder. on.
She was stiff and felt a certain change in his body. For a moment, he was somewhat helpless, and he tried to avoid it. However, he changed his body more tightly and almost fragile. She immediately dared not to dare. After moving again, his hand on her waist was suddenly hooked, and the belt had disappeared silently.
She hasn't reacted yet. He turned his fingertips. God knows how dexterous his clothes are, and he still doesn't think that the clothes are suddenly falling, and piled up at the foot, her coat and inside. Robe, homemade underwear... Bra is adorned with a small flower, simple five-petal flower pattern, he leaned down to kiss and kissed her, changed her slight shudder, then he peeled off with one hand, she was surprised, subconsciously went Cover, but it is a step late, I heard his low smile: "I apologize to you... I used to look away..."
She looked at him in doubt, and he glanced across her chest with a smile.
She was ashamed, and then she became angry and angered. She did not want to show her strength and pulled him down. She hurriedly yanked his clothes, and was not very gentle. He was not in a hurry, let her be so clumsy and relieved. The obstacles removed were thrown one by one.
Suddenly I felt that the moonlight was cold, and each other was bright, and each other was calm in the silver.
Her posture is a beautiful mountain. Wherever it rises and falls, it is the softest poem. The moonlight reflects the body like jade, and the most touching curve of pale gold is drawn from the beginning. At the turning point, the ups and downs are amazing, and the lingering lingering in the depths seems to mean that the moon is shy. She lifts her arms and covers her eyes. From the arms to the waist, she slantes out the usual arc of the waves. Such as a whirlpool that is willing to perish forever.
Covering his eyes, but secretly watching him, why is this man so good? Why is my skin smooth as silk? Not afraid of guiding the sky... A thought has not been finished yet, and a dark body is heavy, and he has gently covered it.
She trembled and touched his shoulder on one side. Suddenly, she felt that the touch was different. When she saw it, she saw the scars on her shoulders. Both shoulders were there, and her wrists were also deeply wounded. The left hand was especially heavy. Some, after healing, the skin is slightly raised, perfect flaws, so scary and painful scars.
Her tears immediately fell, falling on the reddish scars, slowly opening on the uneven skin, she gently stroked the scars, tears endlessly falling, seems to want to rinse this with tears The scar that caused her pain, washed away the bitterness he had suffered for her, and even washed away the traces she had printed in his life. Those who belonged to the pride of heaven should not bear the traces.
He leaned sideways and seemed to want to avoid her eyes. However, there were injuries on both sides. He changed the same side. He had to smile and hold her tightly. He said low: "Nothing... no pain..."
When a child is in general, it is a bit silly to come out of his mouth. Her tears are more urgent, but she smiles in tears and reaches out and hugs his waist.
He was inspired, and more closely attached, the pearl is generally gentle and delicate body held in the palm of his hand, kissed the peak trough over and over again, kissed her warm softness, his body is also shaking slightly, in a burning flame Wanting to rush, but always gentle and slowly moving forward, she was wrapped in a soft cloud of silk, a smooth silk, tumbling in his palm, rubbing the heat, her mind burned out of the blazing fire, hot and halo The fingers deep into the smooth texture of his back, she was a little full in the palm of his lips, but it also produced the ultimate emptiness, as if the depth of life was a cry of demand, eager to come from his magma-like heat and Enriched.
In the confusing consciousness, she instinctively lifted her body and approached him. He gasped, grasping her curved waist and tightening her, pulling her closer to herself, making each other's body more fit, and the friction between the skins ignited. New fire, he hugged her tightly, breathing low on her ear: "Shake, I am."
She whispered "hmm", and the next moment she was stiff, and her lips were vaguely faint, until she softened herself into a pool of spring water, and he rushed from the mountains and rivers... He and her, from now on, are truly integrated, and from now on, she has really handed herself over to him.
Her tears fell, she cuddled and hugged him, buried her face in his shoulder, her lips on his ear, and she held his earlobe on his head, clearly in his ear: " I love you."
I love you.
I met at the beginning of the fifteen years ago, reunited four years ago, and transferred to seven countries. Until today, at the northern end of the continent of Wuzhou, I can finally tell you, I love you.
I love you very early, telling you until today.
The man holding himself suddenly calmed down and then pressed down. He leaned over and looked for her lips, kissed the tears falling on her lips, and laughed lowly: "Love me, why cry?" ”
She did not speak, covering her eyes with her hands, but he suddenly turned her over. She had not had time to exclaim that she had fallen on him. Under his eyes were his eyes. He looked at her so deeply and asked her: "How long have you loved me?"
How long did you love him?
She was suddenly asked by this question, how long did she love him? It seems that it is only a moment of shocking electricity, it is deeply engraved, and it seems that after a long time of bitterness, it is printed with a heart mark. In her world, he has always been a special case. It is lingering at first, and may be stranger now.
How can a man like a stranger fall in love with her, she has nothing to do with her? Self-willed and selfish, smashing his heart all the way, in the end... She closed her eyes and didn't look at him. He seemed to refuse to relax. She seemed to want to get proof. She still asked her: "How long have you loved me?"
How long did you love him?
Xu is the horror of blood on the snow in the four places of the Cang Cang. It is the cold of the ice cave that connects the Tianfeng gods. Xu is the hug in the rain of Lijiazhuang. It is the silent tacit understanding of Yu Heng’s pursuit. warm.
Or earlier, the laughing man in the palace of the Promise in the Palace of the Promise, the sorrowful sorrow of the Yaoyang Mountain Hot Spring in Yaocheng, and even the unfamiliar him on Xuanyuan Mountain, extended his help.
Or, these are not, but only those who are supportive and companionship in the long journey, are the silent intrusion of the wind with the wind, and are the painstaking efforts of the road that she does not want to know her. Boda’s mind was made to let go and fulfill.
Let the free mind, who does not want to be desecrated, finally look back to him.
She closed her eyes and smiled, kissed his face and said gently: "Long time... long time..."
The kiss fell, the tears fell, and she was especially crying tonight, especially soft and indulgent. After the initial shame, she daring and proactively tempted him, tears silent, accompanied by sweat, two The human body is wet with fine light. She is like a fish swimming, wet between each other's body, hugging him more and more tightly over and over again, and letting her indulge today to compensate for all the shortcomings and deficiencies of his path. If she can, she wants to compensate more, more...
This hug is so indulgent, and this love is so endless. This night is full of tears, and it seems that the blood of a lifetime is dedicated to each other.
She will be sleepy and weak, and he will let go, her fingers will slide over her sweaty back skin. She will sleep with her eyes closed and hear him gently in her ear: "I love you too... long time long time."
She closed her eyes and listened quietly in her painful heartbeat. He listened to him sleeping, breathing well, and waited for a while before he sat quietly.
He fell asleep quietly, not pesting her and not pressing her, which made her no longer have to worry about how to wake him up, she stared deeply at his sleeping face in the last darkness before dawn, that quiet The face, the skin is noble jade white, and the long eyelashes are covered, and the shadows of the curvature are covered under the eyes.
She leaned down slightly, as if she wanted to kiss her eyes, but she finally stopped in the air and dropped a kiss in the cold air of dawn.
She sat quietly on the bed for a moment, and the darkness fell on her shoulders. She seemed to be swaying gently.
Then she got dressed and got out of the door silently.
Never look back.
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She walked in the dawn of the Evergreen Temple, all the way forward, holding a thin gold page in her hand.
That is the last of the gold pages left by the wind.
At the beginning of the gold page, the last one was painted with strange lines. She didn't see what it was. Now she has lived in the Evergreen Temple for a long time. She finally understands that it is a map of the Evergreen Temple.
How the map of the Evergreen Temple will be in the booklet, how can it be got the wind, and the connection between this booklet and her fate, now I don't know the answer. What she notices now is the place marked on the map.
The temple of the Evergreen Temple.
Hundreds of years ago, she was there, was sent away by the founding fathers, sent her to another space, and passed away from generation to generation, waiting for each other to return.
Now she is going there.
Without knowing the mother's news, she can deceive herself. However, when she saw the scene tonight, she couldn't keep her heart and stay, so that her mother could not wait for her to die. After death, no one would end, and then in this world, enjoy themselves. The red dust is happy.
Such happiness, in the days to come, will turn into a heart-wrenching knife, cutting her lungs of conscience, cutting her life apart and bloody.
Until then, it will not be happy again.
She can only go back, and this time, there is no chance to look back.
Although she had explored the way to leave, she even deliberately and unintentionally searched for records of such magical methods in the Evergreen Temple. Although she hoped to go back to her mother and then return to him, she was her. I also know that this idea is too ridiculous. It is not a dream, the space is split, and there is no chance of being in the middle. It is fortunate to be able to go back. How can it be worn and worn?
