Sealing Knife

After listening to this old story, Shen Wuduan remained silent for a long time.

He is a man who loves to laugh, even if he does not speak, as long as his eyebrows are light, he will become spontaneous. Although the years leave old marks on him, he has fermented the former frivolous into a drunkenness.

But now, Shen Wuduan lowered his eyebrows and looked down at the small silver pot on the table. It took a long time for the voice to say: "Oh, so."

After saying this, he picked up the small silver pot and stood up, passing by Ye Fusheng without saying a word.

It is not indifferent, but in Shen Wuduan's view, since Duan Qing is still on earth, no matter whether to blame or reprimand, it is still not his turn to put his beak.

Shen Wuduan didn't want to anger a younger generation. Although he was at fault, he was also innocent.

It ’s just that people are close to each other. Compared with Ye Fusheng who first saw him, Gu Lifang and Duan Qing have been very close to him. Those couples walked with him, and the woman walked with him. , Dao Changluozi strumming the chords, tune by tune, flowing through the time that has quietly passed by.

He waited too long, from Fenghua Zhengmao to the late hero, but unfortunately the old man was not yesterday.

Long after Shen Wuduan left, Ye Fusheng moved.

He stood in a posture for too long, and at this moment made a few bone noises, which made his pain sore. Ye Fusheng turned around and looked at the three puppets sitting around the table, suddenly suddenly afraid to stay here.

Kneeling on the ground and knocking three loud heads, Ye Fusheng wiped the ash from his forehead, patted his clothes, walked out of the study, and walked back to the front yard.

After staying in the study for a long time, it was already dark at night, and Ye Fusheng walked back and forth in the yard a few times, suddenly suddenly wanting to drink.

Just thinking, a faint scent of wine flew over with the wind, not strong, but full of mellowness, Ye Fusheng first heard the fragrance of osmanthus, after a little aftertaste, it was a little bit boring.

It is a good old osmanthus wine.

His nose has always been better than a dog spirit, and now he turned his head following the wine and found that it was floating from the next door.

Shen Wuduan moved to Xiaozhu Xiaozhu early. The current owner of Liufengju is Chu Xiwei. Ye Fusheng said: "Good boy, it was still a cup, but now I will drink. No, I have to rub a few. Mouth, play tricks on him. "

Thinking about this, Ye Fusheng's brain made up Chu Xiwei's appearance of holding a wine jar and spreading wine madness, and he suddenly smiled, his chest dissipated a lot, and the unwillingness of narrowing was raised.

He looked at the courtyard wall and built it quite high, but it was not enough for himself to jump over the wall, so he turned over the wall and planned to give Chu Xiwei a "disaster from the sky".

However, before Ye Fusheng jumped down, he was shocked by the scene in front of the wall.

Liufeng lives in the front yard, and there is also a osmanthus tree.

Although this tree is not tall, very thick, with lush foliage and blooming like a star, although it is already in the late autumn season, it has only fallen a thin layer of flowers and leaves, and it is not declining.

The sweet-scented osmanthus came along with the night breeze, Ye Fusheng stared down staringly, and saw Chu Xiwei sitting at a small stone table under the tree and cooking in a small stove. .

Hearing the movement, Chu Xiwei looked up and looked over here, frowning: "What are you doing climbing the wall at night?"

Ye Fusheng regained his spirit, and lost his seriousness, and said with a smile: "The scenery in the garden cannot be closed, and a scent of incense comes out of the wall." (Note 1)

After he finished speaking, an empty jug smashed head-on, Ye Fusheng leaned his head away, and looked at Chu Xiwei's uncomfortable complexion, only to realize later that he just said something like that Tease.

It is reasonable to say that it is common for men to make harmless jokes, but they should have been his master for two years. It should not be so dignified, not to mention ... Chu Xiwei likes men, and he will not be so serious when he talks like this. Suitable.

With a slight cough to hide the embarrassment, Ye Fusheng jumped off the wall and paced to Chu Xiwei, smiling at the two jugs hot in hot water: "I knew it was good wine when I smelled it, A Yao You have good taste. "

Chu Xiwei took a knife to cut off a long peel and ignored him.

Ye Fusheng continued to have nothing to look for, looking at the osmanthus tree behind him: "This tree looks gratifying, I am afraid that it will be a hundred years old, than we were that year ..."

His voice came to an abrupt halt, and his eyes fell on the old score on the thick trunk, which could no longer be removed.

Thirteen years ago, Gu Xiao suffered a big change. Fortunately, he met Chu Yao who was a child again at Jinshui Town Inn. Otherwise, he really did not know what he would become.

The sweet-scented osmanthus tree growing in the backyard of the inn was his last thought of the young frenzy. When he took the child's hand and left the inn, Gu Xiao couldn't resist it after all, carrying a knife and engraving his name on the trunk.

Three points into the wood, the sharp edge from the dew to the convergence, a simple name, as if it was a silent memorial carved on the tombstone.

Later, when he entered the Yingyingwei, he also passed by Jinshui Town, and he wanted to see it. It was just that people were neither things nor things. The inn was no longer done, and it was changed into a private house. Expensive, don't want it.

It is said that it was originally intended to cut down to make a stump. Fortunately, a foreigner came here to buy the tree, uprooted it and removed it, and there was no more audio.

Ye Fusheng had thought that it would take root in a new place, or be split into firewood, and never thought he would have a day to see it again.

His palm fell on the rough tree trunk, and he traced the marks of the years, and many places were blurred, but Ye Fusheng touched it back and forth several times, and he was not willing to remove his hand.

He murmured: "This tree ... how could it be here?"

Chu Xiwei glanced at him and turned his eyes back to the tree, saying: "I passed by Jinshui Town six years ago, and it happened that the inn was taken out, and the tree was about to be cut down. If an old tree is missing, it is simply moved back. "

He rarely lied and blushed, but Ye Fusheng didn't believe it at all.

The old tree was rooted. This osmanthus tree has been growing in that inn for hundreds of years. It is not easy to uproot the roots, not to mention moving to the new home in the mountains and wading water.

But the tree is growing very well right now, and I can't see the disfigurement that was transplanted. It is even more gratifying than it was 13 years ago. It is enough to see how much care is being given to those who care for it.

Ye Fusheng's eyes swept the buckets and spoons in the corner, and did not pierce him. He turned and smiled: "It meets you and is a blessing from the last life."

Chu Xiwei listened to him, and his heart jumped up. He turned back and sat back on the stone bench. When he lifted a jug, he poured it into the glass, but Ye Fusheng caught it.

"It's not a little girl, what do you do with such a small family?" Ye Fusheng sat boneless across from him, leaning his back against the tree trunk and blinking, "Man, husband, drink alcohol to dry the bottle!"

After all, he took a big sip on his head, so fast that Chu Xiwei was too late to stop him.

Osmanthus wine was originally sweet and scented, let's talk about intoxication, not to mention burning a knife, even daughter red can throw it ten streets. Ye Fusheng originally wanted to ridicule him by saying, "Such an adult still drinks sugar-wine." As a result, his head fell into a daze.

A large gulp of liquor passed through the throat. The softness and mellowness were not strong at first, but as soon as I entered the abdomen, it was like pouring oil on the fire. Turned into two, still shaking.

Chu Xiwei: "..."

He did not drink alcohol at the beginning, but in the past ten years, he was mixed in the Baiguimen. The necessary wine table is essential for entertainment. There are Shen Jiwu and Sun Mingfeng two alcoholics beside him. How can he practice the amount of wine, although it is not Thousands of cups are not drunk.

The two jugs of wine were blended by him, half of which was sweet osmanthus wine, and half of which was the spirit of "Drunken Heaven", known as "the heavenly **** poured out a glass, and the red-dust vulgars are centuries old."

Chu Xiwei thought tonight that someone living next door would find it difficult to sleep, and simply took a drunk and took a rest. However, this kind of wine even dare to consider the old wine worms like Shen Wuyuan, Chu Xiwei did not intend to drink alcohol mistakes, and then blended it with osmanthus wine, Rao is so, still full of stamina.

He looked at Ye Fusheng's suddenly blank eyes, stretched his hand to grab the hip flask and shook it, and immediately sighed with his forehead-a small hip flask with a large slap, he drank almost to the bottom in one sip, and Ye Fusheng didn't fall down immediately. The amount of wine is outstanding.

The warm current was sloshing through all the limbs and limbs, and the whole body was heated up, even the cold wind could not wake him. Chu Xiwei got up and poked his shoulder and asked, "Are you okay? Should I help you ..."

Before the words fell, Ye Fusheng squinted a pair of drunk eyes and looked at him for a long while, suddenly shot like a hook to his waist, and pulled off Chu Xiwei, who was already half a head taller than himself, and hugged him on his leg , Grinning with a smile on his face: "Beauty, it's so passionate to give a hug!"

Chu Xiwei: "..."

He missed a half-beat of his heartbeat, but quickly recovered. He saw Ye Fusheng's face flushed and his eyes were very confused. He suspected that now he was looking for an aunt who was sweeping the floor. This drunk can open his eyes and say something nonsense. ".

Chu Xiwei was slightly taller than Ye Fusheng. He was uncomfortable trapped in his arms. He would get up as soon as his hands were propped up. Unexpectedly, the drunkard touched his chest with a touch of his hand. "Beauty, how come your chest is small and hard ... Hiccup, forget it, I don't dislike it."

Chu Xiwei: "..."

Ye Fusheng staggered up, and just hugged him around his waist, pouting his mouth to kiss. Chu Xiwei's lungs were exploding. Seeing this guy's skill, he knew how many women had been fooling around with him these years.

In his eyes, Chu Xiwei broke away from his arms and stood firm, and then pressed the drunk against the trunk.

Chu Xiwei propped up the tree trunk with one hand and pressed Ye Fusheng's back of the head with one hand, forcing him to look up at his eyes directly and sigh: "You see who I am!"

Ye Fusheng stared at him staring blankly, like a stupid goose, after a while he said: "Ayao ..."

Chu Xi was slightly relieved, and it was a pity that Ye Fusheng suddenly came up to take a bite on his cheek gang and waited until his emotions faded, and smashed his mouth: "Why is there no meat?"

This bite wasn't heavy, but Chu Xiwei's eyes sank.

He had a white complexion, so his eyes were dark and dark now, and now he is deeper, more as indifferent and oppressive as the night sky, and he covers the people in front of him with a dark.

Ye Fusheng is still drunkenly drunk, holding his face with his hands, squinting his eyes and looking at the right, and said with a smile: "You are thin, are you not doing well ... Hiccup, come, Master hurts you."

He didn't seem to realize that Chu Xiwei in front of him was no longer Ayao, holding his face closer to his side, and coaxed the child to rub against Chu Xiwei's face, but was held down by his head. Put it on your lips.

Chu Xiwei didn't drink, but felt that he was drunk more than Ye Fusheng.

He pressed the man in his arms and kissed it almost fiercely. The odor of alcohol passed from his lips to his teeth, igniting a fuse in his brain. At that moment, his heart was full of bloom, and no shadow at night was visible. Only invisible fireworks were in full bloom.

Chu Xiwei likes Ye Fusheng and likes him crazy.

The beautiful thoughts of the young Muai, the pain of betrayal, the stunnedness of life everywhere ... All the dust is rolling, how many grudges and hatreds are smoldering into an old wine, and the dust is sealed in an unspeakable place in his heart, struggling for ten years Fermented to deterioration in the years.

Chu Xiwei always thought that he actually hated him most, until he got the news of his death from Chu Ziyukou above Yedu.

At that moment, the sky and the earth could not meet the tremors of souls and souls.

He hated Ye Fusheng so much, but after knowing that the other party was not in the world, he suddenly had an indelible despair.

Afterwards, they met again in Guyang City, just like Xin Jiu opened the mud seal. The strong breath made him dizzy and turned. I do n’t know what is this evening, and I do n’t know how to do it.

When facing He Lianyu, Chu Xiwei knew the front line of life and death, but he didn't even hesitate, blocking Ye Fusheng in front.

He understood in a trance at that time-when you hate a person, but you can't hurt him, or even willing to die for his life, it only shows that you love him more than hate.

It's a pity that love or hatred, all emotions are separated on both sides of enmity and hatred.

Sijun is within easy reach, and the two hearts are separated from each other.

Chu Xiwei never thought that there would be a moment when Ye Fusheng rubbed up, and the embankment of thousands of miles was defeated by a skin blind date. He finally slapped all the care and entanglement, and broke the jar and thought: " I ’m also drunk, so be it! "

He was like a beast that had finally caught his prey. His eyes lit a fire, biting Ye Fusheng's lips, and the rest of his hand fell on the man's spine, touching it randomly through the thick clothes.

Ye Fusheng's brain was like he was put into a steamer, he was dizzy, and now he was arrogant, and he was six gods and no master. An illusion of wishful thinking evolved while taking advantage of people's danger.

Until Chu Xiwei pressed him against the osmanthus trunk again, Ye Fusheng was trapped between his arms. He probably felt this posture was uncomfortable, and he had to kick his legs. As a result, he just caught his legs and got closer .

Chu Xiwei buzzed in his head, he knew that he did so with an unscrupulous indecent, but it was difficult for him to control himself.

His fiery eyes were fixed on Ye Fusheng, desperately calming his breath, he would slowly let go and back away.

Suddenly, he lifted a strand of his hair with one hand, Ye Fusheng approached, drunkenly said: "A Yao, you are so young ... how come you have white hair?"

Chu Xi was startled, and looked like he was not sober, so he didn't dare to pull it hard, so he had to hold it.

Fortunately, Ye Fusheng quickly let go and touched his own hair again, saying, "I also have, and I pulled out two of them yesterday ... Human, this life is really fast."

The young man turned his eyes and the white horse passed the gap, even if he had lived for a hundred years, but his eyes closed and opened, and he instantly limped.

Ye Fusheng is more than eight years older than him, and he is no longer a young man. Even Chu Xiwei sometimes looks at Qin Lanshang, and will have the illusion of being “old”.

He waited for Ye Fusheng for ten years.

But how many decades have people been in this life?

Ye Fusheng didn't realize it, he closed his eyes and fell asleep after saying this, Chu Xiwei grabbed him a hand, feeling the warm breath in his arms.

He hugged the person horizontally and stared at that face for a long while. After all, he couldn't hold back, and he bowed his head and kissed Ye Fusheng's eyes.

The tumbling mood suddenly calmed down.

Chu Xiwei let Ye Fusheng's head rest on his shoulder and muttered: "It's me, I lost ..."

Note: Adapted from Song. Ye Shaoweng's "The Garden Is Not Worth": The garden is full of spring colors, and a branch of red apricot comes out of the wall.

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Gu Lifang's role analysis, you can take a look if you are interested

Thirty questions for "Seal Knife" (including spoilers, sugar knife mix, enter carefully!)

1 You I can never get

He Lianyu made countless choices in his life, but he couldn't let go of Mu Qingshang's death.

The self-righteous man finally found that he might be wrong, and he never had the opportunity to work side by side with him again; however, he felt that he was still right, because he no longer had to look at the back of the person forever, and no one could know Agree.

It's just a pity that he had lost it before he got it.

2 Revenge

Paper can never cover fire. Qin Hebai knew from the beginning that he was ready to fight against Shen Shen with him.

But when things were about to come, he was afraid again. He was not afraid of Zhou Shen's anger and begging him for three knives and six holes. What he was afraid of was the expression on the verge of collapse when he knew the truth.

However, when they met again, without the expected cursing and killing, Qin Hebai only saw Zhou Shen's back moving away, and never looked back.

3 Unrequited love for life

Liu Mianying waited for Gu Zheng for many years, from Fenghua Zhengmao to the beauty of twilight, and finally only waited for a single-handed horse and a young girl with wind and dust.

Her palm touched the knife in the waist of the girl and asked, "Did your father have anything left?"

Gu Lifang handed a letter to Liu Mianying, with thousands of words and words, all arrangements were small and small, but there were only a few words to her, but the most common greetings said goodbye.

Liu Mianying lowered her eyes and threw the letter into the incense burner, watching it burn to ashes.

She has never expressed her feelings for Gu Zhengyan in her lifetime, but how can a person as transparent as Gu Zheng be unknown? From beginning to end, he tenderly and resolutely gave up his private feelings, and she just tried to understand that she was confused and unwilling.

Until now, the news has been cut off, and the yin and yang are very different.

4 break up

In the past few years, Qin Lanshang has grown into a beautiful girl, and Lu Mingyuan is nearly thirty years old. Although she has not seen the old manner, she has a lot of calmness in her hands and throws her feet.

Qin Lanshang said to Lu Mingyuan: "I don't like you anymore. I'm going to marry a better person. Are you angry?"

The old **** Lu Mingyuan is here: "Not angry."

Qin Lansang shoved him angrily, turned around and walked away as soon as he stomped his foot, and was caught in the wrist.

Lu Mingyuan smiled and frowned: "I lied to you, I was so angry."

Qin Lanshang kicked him with a smile on his face.

5 has nothing to do with love

Bu Xueyao's relationship with Li Feng is like the two most poisonous strangles of poison, drawing nutrients from each other and exchanging venom.

Desire, calculation, 绱 绻, play ... One is the accustomed to play, the other is the hard ice.

On the day when the news of Buxue's death came, Li Feng stood alone in the hilltop for a long time. He thought he would feel a little bit sad, but the result was not.

Between them, there has never been anything to do with love, only to die until death.

6 revenge

Xie Min hates Xie Wuyi, Rong Cui, Xie Chongshan, and even everyone in Duanshui Villa, even the bricks and tiles are the grievances that have been accumulated on him.

He thought he would let everything be buried, and in the end it was indeed turned into ashes with this mountain village.

It was just a simple revenge at the beginning, when it turned into a jade and jade burnout, and when did his persistence change from hatred to guardian, no one knew, including himself.

7 itching of seven years

Zhao Bingmo once thought that women are fickle and men are multi-minded, and her feelings with Sekong might be wiped out in time.

She had thought about all kinds of things, but she didn't expect that their feelings would stop abruptly when they were the strongest, and then resurrect when they were the lightest.

8 Miss I

When Gu Lifang was dying, he grabbed Duanqing's hand with his last effort.

There was no time to say something between the throats, and I swallowed it in one breath, unforgettable--

"A merchant, I hold your hand in this life, and we will go together in the afterlife."

9 kill you

When Ruan Feiyu dropped the arrow, he closed his eyes and did not see the blood splash three feet, nor did he see the head fall to the ground.

He only heard the sudden cries of the masterpiece. It was the grief and indignation of the people who watched the torture.

He didn't look, but he knew two things clearly.

First, Qin Hebai died.

Second, he killed him.

10 has always been a scam

On the day of Chu Yao ’s eleventh birthday, Gu Xiao personally prepared a bowl of longevity noodles for him, and gave it off as a fake togong slave.

He looked at the young boy while he disliked the chef's skill retreat, while he was under pressure from his boss to eat noodles reluctantly, a little wanted to laugh, but his eyes were covered by the heat rising from the bowl, a little fuzzy.

Silly Ayao, I made the noodles, and you were cheated again.

He touched Chu Yao's head and thought: "Your father has lied to me for three years, I lied to you this time, evenly ... but you should never forgive me again."

He had thought that he had seized driftwood, and so far, he realized that everything was a scam.

11 Sorry, I do n’t know you

Three years after Mu Qing's death, He Lianyu was accustomed to walking on the rivers and lakes as if he were dressed as him. Those who were discerning were largely indistinguishable, and those who recognized had no chance to speak.

He was unhappy to live himself to what he wanted most.

Until that day when he saw a princess in a black coat in the suburbs, He Lianyu's rotten heart shivered fiercely, and he caught up.

Before he could speak, Daochang Lema looked back, and his eyes were cold and strange.

12 No love and no hate

Gu Lifang once asked Duan Qing: "Do you hate Helian Yu?"

At that time, Dao Chang was holding a wooden spoon to water the flowers. He heard the words and did not stagnate his movements. He said lightly: "I am not one of them, why talk about love and hate?"

The person who once loved Helian Yu was Mu Qingshang, and the one who was qualified to hate him was also Mu Qingshang.

These things have nothing to do with Duan Qing.

13 lovers who can never be touched

Chu Xiwei lay in bed for half a life after practicing fire for the first time, and had a dream.

He dreamed of himself when he was a child, and Gu Xiao who was frivolous at that time.

Chu Xi reached out her hand subconsciously, and her dream woke up with nothing.

14 Never met

Ye Fusheng once thought: If Gu Xiao didn't meet Chu Yao at that time, wouldn't so many things happen?

As soon as this thought started, he was cut off from the roots, thrown on the ground and stomped on a few feet, crushed to ashes.

It is an illusion that a coward deceives himself by putting all the unfortunate roots on another person.

He regretted that he was frivolous and not strong enough, but he was still glad that he met that year, and he has not changed since then.

15 ignorance damage

The most deadly loophole is often unintentional loss. Sometimes, only a few words can destroy a person's final backbone.

He Lianyu said to Duan Qing: "Mu Qing Shang was not killed by me."

The observers were furious, but Duanqing nodded slightly: "Not bad."

16 we are all old

Gu Lifang always felt that Duanqing was good-looking. From head to toe, even a piece of hair made her agree.

On the night of the marriage, the woman didn't have Feng Guanxia, ​​just a red dress and a flower hairpin, smiled across his chin and exchanged a scented kiss.

Drunken up, she asked softly, "A merchant, when you are old, you should be the best-looking old man ... I just don't know how I looked at that time, and whether my teeth will fall. Alright? "

Duan Qing hugged the drunk in his arms, let her head rest on her shoulders, and smoothed her back with his palms, so he said: "When you grow old, I will be white."

Gu Lifang turned his face and looked directly at himself: "Then take advantage of my young age and look a few more times. When I get old later, you have to think about what I was like when I was young."

This is true in the world.

After many years, Gu Lifang was still in Duan Qing's heart, because he had no chance to see her at dusk.

His head was blue and silky, and eventually his hair was gray.

17 If at that time ...

Xie Wuyi thought a lot before the World War I.

If there was no three-year contract, if he didn't save Xie Min ...

After thinking about it, there is no such thing as if.

In the final analysis, he was Xie Wuyi no matter what he was or was.

18 "He is more important than you"

Ye Fusheng has always felt that it is really a **** and painful thing to make a choice between the private affair and the overall situation.

He has always chosen the latter, regardless of whether he is willing or not, but just feels that he will never be more expensive than other personnel.

Until he met Chu Xiwei.

19 Idiots Say Dreams

Rong Cui saw Xie Wuyi again that night after the chills.

He was still in a blue shirt with long hair spread, and when he lifted Xie Li, his smile was as warm as the spring wind in March.

20 jokes only

When Ji Qingyan died, Xuan Su was not around.

When the people returned to the light and took photos, Ji Qingyan lifted himself from the bed, leaned against Duan Qing and lay down on his side, and raised his hand to support his apprentice, saying: "Yunshu, I want to drink the 'Spring Mountain Snow' you soaked, hurry up of!"

Xuan Su hurriedly rushed to the outside, a pot of tea was just brewed into the water, and suddenly heard a muffled noise from the house.

It was Xuan Xinqin placed beside Ji Qingyan's bed and fell to the ground.

Ji Qingyan thought finally: "Stupid apprentice, Master just made a joke with you. I'm afraid I can't feel at ease when I see you crying."

21 dream ending

Ye Fusheng dreamed again.

He dreamed that he would take Chu Xiwei back to Feiyunfeng, and the mother and daughter were still watering the flowers. The master was leaning against the door and drinking wine. Running around the mountains.

When they were beaten with their full bags, the teacher and the lady finally shot to stop the murderer and warmly appeased the fiery female bandit.

He smiled and winked at Chu Xiwei, who took a hook at the corner of his mouth and reached for his dimple.

Gu Lifang almost felt that they were bothersome, and came over and kicked on Ye Fusheng's ass, scolding: "Go back, Little Bunny!"

Ye Fusheng wondered: "This is my home, where do I go?"

Gu Lifang was too lazy to talk to him, and slapped him with a slap in the face. When he raised his head again, he was still at Feiyunfeng, but the house was ruined, and the teacher and Chu Xiwei were gone.

Master squatted in front of him and rudely wiped his tears. He rarely breathed softly: "They are waiting for you, go back. Wait a few decades and come back again, and you will be beaten for the sake of the teacher."

After a pause, he said again: "The spring of the following year, send me a peach blossom for your maid."

Ye Fusheng's eyes turned black, and when he opened his eyes, he found Chu Xiwei holding his hand and fell asleep next to the bed. Duan Qing sat at the table with only one hand holding his head, and then he opened his eyes and looked over.

22 Tired

Helian Yu actually didn't want to live long ago.

He was weary of the world, just as he was tired of himself, but he did not want to die simply contradictoryly, leaving these mediocre people to continue to lament.

He thought for a long time, and finally made a decision-there is no more suitable for his funeral than a chaotic life.

23 crushing self-esteem

When the love is deep, Hui Ji will hurt; the strong will be humiliated, and it will be easy to break after passing.

When closing the pages, Helian Yu asked Mu Qingshang: "What kind of person do you think you are?"

Mu Qingshang stunned, and then said with a smile: "There is something wrong, who can be sure? Probably, it does."

Never thought about it, a word came to pass.

24 extra people

Duan Heng used to think that Gu Lifang was a superfluous person. Without her, Duan Qing would sneak into the path without hindrance, and go further and further in martial arts and state of mind, instead of contaminating him like he is now.

He always believed that she was a drag on Duan Qing.

Until that year, following Ji Qingyan sneaking to visit them, it happened that Gu Lifang was not there, Duanqing teased the little apprentice who had just picked up with a piece of sugar cake.

Duan Heng saw him laughing, although not obvious, but very real.

When he returned, he couldn't help but think, if Gu Gufang didn't appear in Duanqing's life, wouldn't this brother be able to laugh and laugh all his life?

She came like a stunned picture, and flicked away in a blink of an eye, but she was amazed by his long years, leaving a trace of fading.

25 Acacia

When Chu Xiwei saw the osmanthus tree again, it was almost cut down.

He saw the lettering on the trunk of the year, and the past calendar was on his mind, and his heart was hurting, but he eventually bought it and moved it back to the courtyard.

He looked at this tree every day and it was obtrusive, but he was used to taking a nap under the tree and then leaning on the trunk to have a short dream, dreaming of the person he hadn't seen for a long time.

26 Farewell to life

The name Xie Li is not good at all.

In his life, he has seen countless births and deaths. The memories of these five flavors and complexities have settled in his heart as the years passed, and they have developed a strong personality from the inside out.

Sinking in the eyes, ups and downs in the heart.

When he finally took back the water-cutting knife and stood outside the door of the water-cutting villa again, he thought that he would burst into tears, and in the end he showed no expression.

There is no emotion in the world, and it can bear the weight of life and death.

He just had a knife in his hand, pushed open the door, smiled slightly at the new yard, and said softly, "I'm back."

27 He didn't say anything until death ...

Zhao Bingmo has a secret, and he didn't say it until he died.

She just leaned on the thin rickety back of the blind monk, her eyes quietly falling on the young Daoist who didn't know when, until the last light in her eyes was dim.

28 "Please look back at me"

When Chu Yao was dragged out of the palace gate, he saw Gu Xiao kneeling under the steps, turning his back to himself, like a dark shadow.

He sipped his blood and shouted, "Gu Xiao! You look back at me!"

But Gu Xiao didn't look back, Chu Yao's eyes were split, staring at him, but unfortunately that person was getting smaller and smaller, and eventually disappeared behind the closed palace gate.

Not knowing where the strength came from, he broke away from the guard and threw himself up, thrashing the palace gate with both hands, without moving the lines.

He naturally didn't know that Gu Xiao was actually standing behind the door, but was also in front of several forbidden troops.

Gu Xiao heard these movements and seemed indifferent. His eyes crossed Chuan and fell on Chu Xun.

The young emperor whispered: "Master, A Yao let you look back."

"I can't turn my head back." Gu Xiao's palm holding the knife handle was tight and loose, "So, you have to keep your promise."

29 torn dream

In fact, Chu Ziyu ’s dream at the beginning was very simple. Be an idle Wang Gui, eat and drink, read and write, and amused the increasingly fun Aya from time to time, and then learn some self-defense martial arts from the newly worshipped Master to leave later Tianjing travels around the mountains.

Unfortunately, none of this has been achieved.

30 no lovers

Some people say that there are two people who do not understand love the most, one is Zen Buddha Sekong, and the other is the head of Duan Qingdao in Taishang Palace.

For this statement, the abbot and Duan Heng said disapproval.

Seeing Abbot said: "Color is empty, empty is color."

Duan Heng said with a sigh.

On the spring day of this year, the white-haired Rushen Dao took a dew peach blossom from his disciple. He walked the Qinghan Mountain Road without expression, and finally placed it on a grave in his courtyard.

Too indifferent to love, the most inferior. The bell of love is in my generation.

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