Hua Xu Yin: City of Desperate Love

Get rice in October, for this spring wine. Looking around, the geese returned to the mountains and the rice fields were vast, and it seemed that Mu Yan would govern the country well.

I really want to be grateful to Master Jun for giving me the good craftsmanship of making a human skin mask. Since Chen Zhiwei, all the way back to the mountain, I stopped and went on the 20th, except for occasional physical discomfort, all the way was smooth.

Twenty days ago, I woke up on the banks of the Quye River. It was about a river that fell from the cliff of Chashan to the Quye River. At that time, I said goodbye to Mu Yan. I thought the shark pearl was about to shatter in an instant, but when Mo Mimenli woke up, he saw the image of the pearl on his chest. Half of the ice-like pearl was completely broken, and the other was full of cracks. .

I think this is the reason why I'm still alive. It can be seen that God also has the virtue of being born well, but it is not good enough to be born well. Those cracks deepen every bit, and every bit deeper they take away my life.

At this rate, it can last three or four months at most. I wondered if I wanted to go back to find Mu Yan. I can't worry about having him in this world. I think it would be better to take another look.

But I think that I can’t escape my life after all, and I gave him hope but made him desperate. It’s too cruel, and, no: I will see him again, I must not accept that I will not be alive in three months. In the next three months, I will return to the place where I first saw him. Those memories of him are enough to accompany me through the last period of time happily.

On the way back to the mountain, people heard people talk about the old Chen Wangxue, the son of the world ascended the throne, after the ascension of the throne, but Queen Chen did not have any dignified lady on the throne, only placed a jade spiritual seat.

I thought of that in the courtyard full of thousands of sunflowers, he once said to me dumbfounded: "The girl is talking about marriage? But our Mu family can't have a queen, thank you for your kindness."

Mu Yan, although I will be unwilling to make such a request before I die, I want to monopolize you even after I die, but... but I just talk about it casually for a while, and I don't want you to really do that.

She couldn't bear it for a while, and she shed tears.

The geese returned to the mountain were still the same as before. The time I left was not long, but too much happened in the past two years. A corner of the sect of Qing Yanzong is exposed under the surrounding tall woods and bamboos. That is a place I cannot go back.

The cave in the back mountain is very well preserved, and there is no sign of blurring along with the painting carved on the stone bed.

I stayed temporarily in the cave.

The scenery here has been seen for 16 years, the spring breeze has blown, the summer is shining, the autumn clouds are covered, and the winter snow is flying. Although it is a familiar scenery, I still feel a little nostalgic in my heart, and I can see it all the time, but The lack of physical strength every day reminds me that there is not much time.

The night is cool in late autumn, and occasionally night wind blows in from the entrance of the cave, which is not suitable for sleeping on a rock bed. Fortunately, it was found that there is a cave on the wall of the cave hidden behind the green vines to keep out the wind and cold.

I am really ready for this life to end like this, thinking that if I could fly here, it would be a beginning and an end. But on the night of the seventh day, Mu Yan, who had just ascended the throne, found this place, which was really unexpected.

It was exactly when the moon was sinking, I was lying in the cave behind the green vine, listening to the familiar footsteps coming from the entrance of the cave.

The slight fire light came on, he held a lyre in his arms, inserted the torch into a cave wall at will, looked down into the hole for a long time, and turned around to put down the lyre on the stone table.

The torch illuminated the cave brightly, and he was still so graceful in the Xuanqing shirt he had when he first saw him, just like returning to the midsummer night three years ago when the stars were dazzling, but after all, there was sadness in his eyebrows and a smile on his lips. No, only pale and sick.

A pain in my heart. He stopped on a clearing, frowned slightly and looked down. That was where I used the stick to paint, but now there is nothing left.

For a long time, he seemed to think of something, and walked to the stone bed a few steps. I watched him leaning slightly, stroking the painting carved on the stone bed inch by inch with his slender fingers. After a long time, I said slowly: "The painting is very good, I can see that he has made progress. I still remember when you painted The one given to me on the ground was not that bad. In fact, I saw that you wanted to paint something for me, but I just wanted to amuse you."

If it is an ordinary time, I must stare at him and shout out: "You are too much."

But now he can only press his lips tightly and restrain himself from making a sound. This person is really too much. He always likes to make fun of people, but I will take it seriously every time. If there is a future, I must return it several times. But then I think about it, there is no future, only to make him cheaper.

However, now that I am still alive in the world, I want to hide from him and pretend that there is no longer a person like Jun Fu in the world. Is this a trick to him? I don't know how he will be angry if he knows. I hope he never knows.

The sound of a curling piano sounded in the cave, and the sunken moonlight seemed to float up, protruding the cloud head in the sky, and sprinkling a white light on the misty cave entrance.

I like to listen to the tunes he plays, and I prefer to watch him play the piano, that kind of graceful and calm posture, no one else can imitate it.

In fact, if he hadn't been born as Chen Guo's eldest son, he might one day become the world's number one piano master. It seems that life is a real gain and loss.

In the bright flames, a red butterfly flew from nowhere, shaking its vermilion wings, and strolling beside him, as if he knew the distant tunes flowing from the piano room. The sound of the piano stopped abruptly, his expressionless expression suddenly loosened, and the gentleness I used to be faintly revealed between his brows.

Hongdie quietly stopped on his finger, his voice trembling slightly: "Afu, is it your second horse?"

I stretched out my hand to cover my mouth, trying to resist the choking from my throat. Then how could it be me, Mu Yan, how smart and rational you have always been, how can you be whimsical at this moment.

auzw.com The red butterfly inhabited for a while, vibrating his thin wings and was about to fly away. He seemed to stand up to stop him, and inadvertently touched the string with his right hand, and the ding-dong sounded like spring water. The winged red butterfly hovered for a while and then stopped on the string post.

This is really a weird butterfly, maybe it's that Murong An's ability to attract bees and butterflies is inherited from Mu Yan's bloodline. He pressed the silk string with his finger, his expression was both painful, and he whispered, "Do you want to hear me play the piano? Then what tune do you want to listen to?"

Butterfly did not answer, I wanted to answer, but couldn't. He smiled suddenly, that melancholy smile was more moving than ever, hurting people: "Then, I will play all the music of the meeting to you, OK?"

The torch burned out, the morning light appeared, the sun rose and the sunset reflected the afterglow. He really played all the tunes for me, all night and day, the piano sound never stopped. I hid in the cave behind the green vines, watching his fingers blistered by the strings, I was very distressed, but I could only cover my mouth hard, afraid that I would choke when I let it go.

Long-term pain is not as good as short-term pain. It is worse than three months to cut the meat with a blunt knife. I really can't help but want to scold God, why should I see his pain? It's still three months, can't I worry about it? But seeing him like this, on the one hand, he felt sad, but on the other hand he couldn't help feeling a sad happiness.

If it weren’t for Su Yi to stop, I don’t know when he would play so persistently. Although I had such a desire before, I hope he can play all the songs he plays to me, but when night falls again, I hear that. The endless sound of the piano, seeing the blood stains on the silk strings, I secretly hate whether the music he knows is too much.

As soon as Qin Yin stayed, the butterfly that stayed on the string like a sculpture all day and night seemed to be frightened suddenly, flapping its wings and flew out of the cave, even if the string sounded again, it did not stay for a moment. Mu Yan hurriedly got up and chased her. Su Yi was stopped by Su Yi's order. The cave rang out with her muffled choking voice: "If it is really a sister-in-law, how would you be willing to leave you and fly away alone? Sister-in-law, do you want to live with the same butterfly for a lifetime?"

The red butterfly flew farther and farther and disappeared in the white moonlight. Mu Yan turned his back to me, couldn't see the expression on his face, did not step up to chase, but did not speak. About he finally awake, that's not me. Su Yi was right, if it was me, how could he be willing to leave him. Reluctant.

The torch was rekindled, and his long figure was thrown on the ivy, and he could reach it with his hand, trying to get close, but finally gave up. In the long silence, Su Yi whispered, "Brother, sister-in-law, how is she like?"

Only the faint "cracking" sound of pine resin burning in the hole. His voice rang out in a low voice: "I'm good at acting like a baby, occasionally playing a small temper, and crying often."

Su Yi paused: "If you are such a young lady, the world is everywhere, brother, why bother..."

He turned around and said, "That's when I was there." He leaned over without expression and picked up the instrument on the stone table:

"When I was away, she was stronger than anyone else."

Tears blurred his eyes, sliding down his cheeks, and forgot to raise his hand to wipe it. A gust of wind blew and lifted the ivy slightly. I was so scared that I quickly stopped my tears. It was only a false alarm. I raised my eyes to see the backs of them slowly pacing out of the hole one after another, and a large fire of pine resin sprinkled in the hole.

I thought it was a period, but I didn't expect the period to be here. Mu Yan didn't find me, because there were no traces of living people in the cave. I am a dead person, and I don’t need a cup of food to eat, and no fire to drive the beast, and my body is weak. Before him, I hadn’t stepped out of the den for blocking my body for two days.

Thinking that maybe they would go and come back, I was still quietly hiding behind Qingteng one day after Mu Yan left. The next day I guessed that there would be no more mistakes, so I stumbled out of the cave to the nearby Xitan. When she returned to the cave with long soaked hair, she was stunned to see the woman in Tsing Yi standing by the stone bed with her head hanging down and drawing with paper.

It was too late to escape, and she raised her head, her almond-like eyes widened instantly. The sunlight was laying lazily at the entrance of the cave, I slowly walked two steps closer, and whispered: "No see in March, don't come without problems, Su Yi."

She shook the drawing paper in her hand and stared at me for a long time, with tears rolling in her eyes: "I don't know if you are a ghost or a ghost, or you have always been in this cave? But why are you only appearing now, sister-in-law, It's not me that you should come to see, it's your brother."

Saying hello to her was completely compelling, but I didn’t expect her to cry like this. Although I often shed tears, I was most afraid of others crying in front of me. I didn’t know what to do. I turned around and left, and she suddenly lifted up behind me. Gao cried: "How do you bear your heart, sister-in-law."

A small breeze blew from the entrance of the cave, and a few autumn leaves fell to the ground with the wind. No matter if he wanted to go, he had already walked a few steps, but his legs slowed down by themselves, or stopped.

There was a sudden death behind him, and Su Yi's sobbing sound was close at hand: "The day you fell down the cliff, my brother also fell with you. He wanted to chase you, and the river was rolling down the cliff. He went through all the hardships, but he could find the last one. What arrived was only your purple suit. You don’t know what the shadow guard looked like when he found him. Almost half of his life was washed away by the river. But when he returned to the palace, he never mentioned you, so he took a rest for half a day. The matter of the king’s funeral. He has always been calm and responsive when things happen. We all thought he was obsessed for a while. He seemed to have figured it out, but we didn’t expect that after the father’s funeral, he would get rid of all foreign affairs and shut himself in the room. Three days. On the day of ascending to the throne, he held your spiritual position in his hands and personally placed it on the back seat next to him. You must not know that the spiritual position was carved out by his own hands for three days without rest. of."

I looked up at the sky and saw white clouds high in the blue sky. my fault. It's all my obsession. He should not fall in love with me. A living person falling in love with a dead person is destined to have no future.

At that time, I only thought about getting close to him, getting close to him again, thinking that I would have no regrets in this life, and I didn't even think about what would happen to him if I left him one day. It's my fault.

Behind him, Su Yi stepped forward two steps, and heard her trembling voice with a crying dumb voice: "Why don't you even want to turn your head back? Do you think these are not enough? Then if I tell you, he has a sword because of you. I can't use it anymore, will you be a little moved?"

I turned back abruptly and said with difficulty: "What do you mean?"

She lifted up her sleeves and wiped her tears, and tried to draw a smile that was more ugly than crying: "My brother has a superb swordsmanship, and he is always quick to make swords in case of trouble. He often makes his shadow guards feel ashamed. But on the day of the throne, at the night banquet. There was an assassin who made the assassination, obviously it was a sword that could easily block it back, but my brother... I went to comfort him and asked for a long time, he only told me indifferently that he could no longer use the sword. Later I learned that he It’s because I stabbed you by mistake that day, so I can’t use the sword anymore. It’s also this time, just in time for your birthday. In fact, the body has not been fully raised, and the geese are not far away from the mountains. Although he said nothing, But I also want to get it, it’s all for you. But how do you endure, how do you endure that you are still alive but you hide from him, he will come to you and you will not see him, how do you endure let him..."

The cave is very high. It was discovered for the first time that many places on the top of the cave were eroded. Yes, how can I bear my heart, I can't bear it, but a kind of pain slowly grows from the bottom of my heart, after a long time, I heard my own voice sounded softly: "Su Yi, please do me a favor."

On the way to Wucheng, I heard that Zhao and Jiang were at war. This is both unexpected and unexpected. At the end of August, Mu Yan joined the alliance with King Zhao. I thought that according to King Zhao’s anxious temper, he would declare war with Jiang Guo within half a month at most, but I didn’t want to calm down this time and drag it until the beginning of October.

It is said that on the day of the declaration of war, King Zhao personally counted Jiang’s seven crimes before he came to the battle. The final one is very exciting, and the evidence points directly to Jiang Guo’s use of a knife to kill Su Yu in April. .

Zhao Wangsheng complained, saying that Jiang Guo is really the heart of tigers and wolves. If one wants to be big, he will not hesitate to set up this scheming to make the two countries attack each other for the benefit of fishermen. Fortunately, the two countries have been good neighbors for many years and have the trust of relatives In order to bury the ill-mannered actions of Zhao Guo and Chen Guo, he broke his right arm and resorted to a bitter plan to kill the prime minister himself and blamed him. On the head of the stem country, King Jiang’s move is really against the way of being the emperor.

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