Hua Xu Yin: City of Desperate Love

The midnight of Chen Gong came with a louder voice. This will be the last moonlit night I will spend in this world.

The surface of the paulownia piano in the ice cellar has condensed frost. I sit in front of the piano table, wrapped in the white fox fur that Su Yi brought to me, taking advantage of the first candlelight that disappeared with the arrival of midnight, I whispered that Then from the shark beads sewn into the curse of healing from consciousness.

I always thought that I wouldn't need to use it, those seniors who practiced Huaxu quotes but didn't end well.

Knowing that their last song was played for themselves, and most of them played this Ziwuhuaxu tune.

After weaving too many beautiful dreams, one day I can’t help but trap myself in it. This is human greed. I am not for myself, but I also have unspeakable hopes and attachments in my heart.

The faint sound of the piano sounded slowly as the spell stopped, and the dark ice cellar suddenly burst into light, and a white shadow suddenly appeared in front of the eyes. The hand was held in an instant, and a clear tiger roar sounded in the ear. I guessed this in an instant. Who is the person, when the whole person is involved in the illusion woven by Ziwu Huaxu, when his feet are on, he looks up and sees Jun Wei's dignified and frowning face, while lowering his head, he is half lying on his feet with his head fainted. .

I didn't know what to say for a moment. He tilted his head to one side: "I listen to Su Yi what you want to do. Don't blame her, I forced her." After a while, he lowered his head and looked at me slightly, "Father and I have been looking for you. If you are happy, of course you don’t have to come to me, but when you’re unhappy, Afu, why don’t you come to me?"

I knelt down and patted Xiao Huang's head: "Master Jun is okay? I heard that Mu Yan didn't embarrass him." Thought for a while. Try to speak to him in a relaxed tone as much as possible, "As you probably know, this is my last time. In fact, you should regard me as dead and start from the day of self-rebirth. Everyone knows that this day It will always come, isn't it? But I want to use my little life to do something meaningful at the end. Are you here to stop me?"

Xiao Huang finally became almost dizzy, shrank his head and rubbed my hand. It didn't know what happened.

Jun Wei's hoarse voice came from her head: "No, I'm here to help you."

My eyes widened in shock, but it wasn't because of what he said. For a long time, I heard myself trembling and saying: "Jun Wei, you help me, my feet are numb and I can't stand up."

A faint scent of the moon came from the tip of his nose. It was the scent of his clothes, a sweet scent that he hadn't smelled for a long time.

I actually regained consciousness?

The exhaled breath dissipated into the air, condensed into a faint white mist, Xiao Huang's teeth licked a bleeding tooth mark on my finger, and the pain made people's eyebrows and eyes piled up. I finally can believe that I really regained consciousness.

Jun Wei handed me a mirror. The smooth forehead was reflected in the bronze mirror. The annoying scar on the forehead was gone. It was like returning to the best years when I was seventeen. That was my best. When watching.

This is the best time for me.

I have always wanted Mu Yan to see me like this. Sure enough, the Ziwu Huaxu tune played at the expense of his life has the function of making people fulfill their long-cherished wishes in dreams that do not belong to them. This life is really exchanged without injustice.

Jun Wei looked at me surprised and happy, and felt that since this was the case, then we should first go to the restaurant to have a delicious celebration. Although it was an unbearable offer to refuse, and Xiao Huang was so excited to go round when he heard that he was going to the restaurant, but I struggled to refuse it: "There is not much time, let's go to Muyan first."

He frowned and glanced at me, then persuaded me with one sentence: "In this illusion, you are already a big living person. It doesn't matter if you eat or not like before. Now, how can you not eat something like this? Strength to find him?"

Fortunately, the place where he was located was not a wild ridge. Following Jun Wei, he soon went to a restaurant. It is better to be able to walk the world like a living person again, although it is only an illusion, than half alive before.

There was a slight rain on the head, dripping into the heart of the river, rippling circles, and the misty winter sky reflected in the clear water of the river. The restaurant is by the river. Hungry in his belly, he stepped into the door in two steps, planning to pick a good position, his eyes swept over the table next to the window, suddenly unable to move.

The Xuan window opened big, the bamboo curtain that blocked the light was closed, and a bunch of white plums tremblingly entered the window and opened diagonally on the square table. There is a celadon jug next to the white plum. The plum color is set against the green glaze dripping. The man holding the porcelain jug about to pour wine wears a dark green brocade robe, and a silver mask above the bridge of his nose.

Mu Yan, I never thought we would meet here.

He didn't look up, as if he was listening to what the white-clothed man said, because his back was facing, he could only see a black jade bracelet rubbing in his hand.

I was stunned, and it seemed that the man walking with him was Gong Yi Fei. Jun Wei also saw these scenes, but how could he know that the person was Mu Yan, and he just pushed me inside. Xiao Er came up and smiled diligently: "There are no more seats down here, please come upstairs for the two guest officials."

I can't take any steps. Mu Yan at the window tilted his head slightly, and finally turned his eyes, but did not stop on me. I grabbed Xiao Er and asked urgently: "Little Brother, do you know what year is this year?" At the corner of the second floor, Xiao Er scratched his head and said, "Zhuang Gong is twenty-three years."

Zhuang Gong. If I remember correctly, there should be only one Zhuanggong in the world at this time, and that is Li Zhuanggong. Li Zhuanggong was twenty-three years old, this was my sixteen years old, and it was exactly two years that I met Mu Yan in Yanhui Mountain. That only a faint glance. Did he recognize me but didn't think it was necessary to say hello, or did he not recognize me at all?

I sat down on the second floor. I thought I knew when and where I was, and I would at least leave some buffer time for me to make long-term plans. I didn't expect the encounter to be so sudden.

I lowered my head and thought in silence for a while, feeling that to avoid repeating the same mistakes, there was only one thing to do, and that was to make Mu Yan fall in love with me quickly. This dream can live forever, but I can't live forever. In fact, there are still a few months to live in reality, and I still have only those months to live in the dream. If Mu Yan couldn't fall in love with me in the past few months. Finally defending the country or destroying the country, and finally I am still martyred, this dream can not be changed at all, then why should I exchange his life span of three months for him a Ziwu Huaxu?

In fact, the dream is the best from here. As long as he can fall in love with me, my task will be completed. Then I will leave a letter to him and let him go to defend the country to propose marriage. The phantom of mine who is looking for him will definitely be there. Treating him well and making him happy, he wouldn't want to think about getting out of this Huaxu realm. In this way, I feel relieved.

After making up my mind, I beckoned Jun Wei to come over and discuss with him: "Will you go downstairs, help me guard the guest who wears a mask near the window, and see when he leaves, you give me a secret sign when he leaves. ."

Jun Wei frowned while pouring tea: "What do you want to do?"

In fact, I want to create a special meeting, see Shi Liyong's play, plan to wait for Mu Yan to jump off the second floor window just after going out, and try to fall into his arms in one fell swoop, leaving him a An indelible impression.

Of course, this matter cannot be told to Jun Wei. Considering that it is very likely that I fell directly to the ground, he is unlikely to let me take the risk, but he is reluctant to let the child not catch the wolf. Jun Wei is sometimes too conservative.

I thought about it and told him honestly, "That person is Mu Yan."

He shook his hand and seemed to be staring at the tea set in his hand intently. I thought he would continue to say something, but I didn't expect to wait for a long time, but only listened to him quietly: "Okay."

Jun Wei was waiting downstairs for a long time. I finished a cup of tea, another cup of tea, and another cup of tea. I heard a tiger roar, and I was holding the teacup thinking about who caused Xiao Huang, and suddenly reacted. Come here, is it a so-called secret sign?

I rushed to the window in a panic. I saw Mu Yan who was about to open the oil-paper umbrella next to the plum tree. One was anxious and hadn't figured out which angle to jump from. He left the window and fell straight down. , And there was no response from Mu Yan directly below. I thought about many ways and postures to land, but I didn't expect it to hit him. Just as he yelled out carefully, his body suddenly slammed into a chest. Bai Mei's cold fragrance lingered on the tip of her nose, and a smiling voice sounded on her head: "The girl is the one. Be careful."

I shook my hand and held his shirt tightly. A man beside me said, "It's a pity that an umbrella with such an exquisite workmanship is so ruined, little girl, you have to pay us."

He stopped and said, "It seems that the rain can't stop for a while, so it's better to go back and sit down." Hearing this tone, it really was a tribute.

I didn't have time to pay attention to it, but desperately recalled the lines I had typed countless times while drinking tea. What did you say about the elegant yet weak opening sentence I came up with after thinking about it for a long time? But before thinking about it, the person holding me already seemed to put me on the ground. I blurted out: "Don't you want to be responsible?"

There was a moment of silence, Mu Yan still let go of me, and said slowly: "Dare to ask the girl, why don't you want to be responsible?"

In fact, I don’t know why I blurted out that sentence, but this is also an opportunity. I can only bite the bullet and continue to make up: "In my hometown, if an unmarried girl is accidentally touched by a man, You must marry this man as his wife, or you will have to commit suicide. You just hugged me, you are responsible for me to the end." After speaking, he secretly looked up at his face.

Mu Yan didn't speak, Gong Yifei laughed twice: "This custom is quite special, but the rain is getting heavier and heavier. Are you planning to stand here to get in the rain?"

Of course, no one wanted to get caught in the rain, so I turned back and sat down at the table just now. Xiao Er warmed up the wine and brought it up. I waited for Mu Yan to react until he held the jug and poured all three wine glasses. When it was full, I heard a fluttering voice: "Miss Jun is from Weiguo, right? Why have I never heard of Weiguo's rules?"

I was taken aback, and quickly raised my head: "You, do you remember me?"

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The mask concealed his expression, but he could see the corners of his lips slightly upturned, as if thinking of something: “It’s not easy if you don’t remember...” By the way, he handed a warm wine to my hand, “Yes. Is someone following you? What about people?"

I use the corner of my eye to indicate to Jun Wei who is not far away from time to time: From now on we will not know each other. After motioning to Mu Yan, he shook his head with a clear conscience: "I have no companions, I am here alone."

After thinking about it, I boldly added another sentence, "I'm here specifically to find you."

He looked up in amazement: "Look for me?"

Nodded vigorously, and didn't care about any shyness for a while. From beginning to end, there was not much time. Whether it was good or not elegant and not reserved, it was better to make a quick fight like this. There were three months, only three months. In such a short period of time, there is really no long flow.

I nervously squeezed the cup in my hand: "For these two years, you didn't know. I have been looking for you. I fell down just now because I was too excited to see you..."

Gong Yifei interrupted in the side: "You are looking for him so anxiously, what is the urgent matter?"

Mu said silently, just playing with the porcelain cup in his hand. I paused for a while, raised my head slightly, and looked at him bravely: "If I want to betroth myself to you, do you want it?"

Gong Yifei spit out a sip of wine, half of it spilled on my sleeve.

Mu Yan put down the cup and looked at the plum blossom in the center of the table in silence for a while. Although I know I shouldn't expect it. Ninety-nine percent of this is impossible, but I can't help but look forward to it.

After a while, he finally spoke, but in a completely irrelevant direction: "Do your parents know?"

I reacted for a moment and nodded solemnly.

He laughed: "Know that you want to marry a grocery store owner?"

I was stunned: "Huh?"

Gong Yifei spit out another sip of wine. Mu Yanyun glanced at him lightly, then turned to me and said, "Marrying me will suffer a lot, so would you be willing?"

I thought about it, and finally figured out what he meant. He probably still felt incredible. He didn’t want me, but he was afraid of hurting me, so he made up such an excuse to let me get out of trouble, but he didn’t know if he Really just a grocery store owner. If...

I think. There must be a big smile on my face: "It would be great if it was the owner of the grocery store."

I can't help holding his hand, "I can support you."

For the first time, I felt the delicate and gentle touch of this finger-to-skin. Even if it was a tight grip before, it was more of an inner touch. A drop of crystal water on Bai Mei slipped onto the back of her hand, and her face seemed a little wet. I raised my hand and wiped my face. Isn't this room leaking rain?

at last. Mu Yan still nodded and agreed to follow me all the way. I could see that he actually wanted to send me back to Weiguo, but the shadow guard was not there and couldn’t send me, and it’s not easy to leave it alone, because I would try to follow it in the end. It's so rough to me, it's really nothing to do with me.

It took them several days to understand that they had made a special trip to Yingchuan. It is said that Mr. Jing, the master of the Yingchuan sword-making family, used half his life's energy to forge a good sword, and invited heroes from all over the world to find a master for this sword. They went for this reason. Speaking of the most famous sword-making family in the world, it should be the most in vain.

Although the Gongyi family had been destroyed for six years, Mu Yan had already obtained the sword-making pictures from Qing Jiujiu that were passed down from generation to generation. He didn't know how he would still cast this sword sense to the Jing family. interest.

I turned around and asked about Gong Yifei. It turned out that this cast sword made by Mr. Jing was accompanied by a sacrifice of human blood since Xuan Tie was cast into the furnace at seven o'clock. It has a ferocious appearance and is a rare soldier. Sharp weapon, as he said, as long as you are a swordsman, you can't be uninterested.

I thought about it for a while, and felt that it was the same. In this respect, the thinking of swordsmen and prostitutes may be the same, but one who is eager to collect famous swords, and the other who eager to collect beautiful women. If you can't receive it, you must touch one, if you can't touch it, you must at least look at it. If you can't even see it, It is not a qualified swordsman or prostitute.

Soon, I came to a small town on the mountain, and it is said that Yingchuan is on the other side of the mountain. Maybe it was too tight for Muyan at 7 o'clock. When the twelve pairs were waiting to sleep with him, it made him feel very annoyed. Although they didn't deliberately avoid me, they were no longer as gentle as the geese when they first met.

I realize the problem, but I don't know how to solve it. There is already no time. I just want to hurry up and cultivate his feelings. In the evening, taking advantage of Mu Yan and Gong Yifei to go out to work, Jun Wei, who has been following us all the time, finally caught the opportunity to show up, and led Xiao Huang to hate the iron and teach me: "Like you, follow him all day long and say you like it. Oh love, what can it do? Who wouldn’t just talk about it? Love this kind of thing. It’s not by speaking out, but by making it!"

I froze for a long time: "Do it, do it? You asked me tonight..."

He was also stunned for a long time, his face flushed: "...I'm talking purely literally, don't think too much..."

Jun Wei's proposal is a good idea. It is worthy of writing a novel. I really underestimated him before. How to impress Mu Yan, I racked my brains for a long time, and finally decided to cook him a meal. Originally, it was only a bright light, but after making up his mind, I suddenly felt excited.

I have never cooked for Mu Yan. Even if I marry him later, I will gather little and divorce. I have never had such a chance.

The sentence in the book describes the wife washing her hands and making soup for her husband. It is an ordinary happiness that is hard to find in the world. It used to be as light as the mist and clouds of the mountains at sunset, but now it feels precious. Although my cooking has always been poorly done, fortunately, Jun Wei can help, and this is probably the only thing he can be confident and will not help more and more.

After thinking of a good recipe, I borrowed the inn’s kitchen from the shopkeeper, but found that he lacked the special ingredients needed by Liang Weiwei.

Under the guidance of the shopkeeper, rushing all the way to the grocery store that may not be closed yet, Jun Wei was not relieved, and still led Xiao Huang to follow me unhurriedly.

Such a small town with simple folk customs, I really don't know what he is worried about. Although the sky was getting darker, there was a bright heart in my heart. I was still humming a small song when I passed the only brothel in the town, but suddenly stopped when I raised my head inadvertently.

I rubbed my eyes, the man standing beside the half-open Xuan window holding the fan... is it Mu Yan?

Jun Wei did not know when he had come to my side, and dragged me to walk forward, still muttering: "That's not Muyan, you are wrong." I think this guy is really a fool, I haven't said that person yet. Who does he look like? Isn't he three hundred taels without silver?

After letting him go for a long time, I asked him: "Are you afraid that I will be sad?" Before I could answer, I thought for a while, "Sad is a bit sad, but there is no way, although this dream is The past reappears, but I haven't found him yet."

Jun Wei paused: "But now, you found him."

There was already a hazy fog in front of me, and I warmed my frozen fingers and smiled: "Then he hasn't liked me yet."

He looked back at me with an unprecedented seriousness: "Afu, even if you like him, you don't have to make yourself so humble. You weren't like this before."

I was stunned, put my fingers away and looked at him for a while, and said softly: "This is a dream, either never happened in reality, or it has long since passed. If a person like me has only two or three months to live, he Shouldn't and can't use these precious time to entangle the past, even if it is only a point, let alone, it is not the past of me and him. Sometimes we unswervingly want to do something, but in the end we often fail. It’s not that the mind is not strong enough, but it’s just that it’s too easy to be swayed by unexpected events and become lost in the direction that I originally wanted. I have never forgotten why I came here, but what about you, do you remember, Jun Wei? "

He frowned tightly: "I never asked you, is it worth it for you to do this for him?"

I looked up and smiled: "It's worth it."

Even in this dream, sometimes when you close your eyes, you will hear Mu Yan’s deep voice, as if it is ringing in your ears, "If you don’t want to accompany me in this world, then let me accompany you. it is good."

My husband, he is the young king of Chen Guo, and he who calmly said this made me scared and happy. He is my favorite and most reluctant person in this world.

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