[Douluo/Sword Three] Tang Paper Umbrella

As Muchito's rising sound gradually fell, Meng Jiang lifted the dark dust and revealed his figure.

The night breeze was light and cool. She was sitting in a tree without wearing a hood. Her long black hair was blown lightly by the wind and almost got entangled in the treetops, but she always playfully avoided the entanglement of the branches. .

Facing the moonlight, that plain face without makeup was the ultimate in black and white and red, with black eyes, white skin, and red lips. The moonlight was broken up into countless glass fragments by the shadowy green leaves, decorating the face. The gentle face of the jade carving.

Meng Jiang is very suitable for the night. She is wearing a red and white dress and sitting in the ink-soaked green. Her face has no expression, so her soft and non-aggressive facial features have calmed down and become a bit sinister. She is a A spooky beauty.

But no matter how some people are, just sitting there, they are like the wind and moon in the world. The appearance of all things in the world is nothing more than the mist of the clouds, the brilliance of the stars, the distance of the moon, the mist of the mountains, the softness of the water, the brightness of the snow, the fragrance of the flowers, and the tallness of the trees. Meng Jiang had these in the past, and now he has many more. It combines the harshness of the desert wind and sand with the charm revealed as she gradually matures, which makes her even more real.

As soon as this real human being opened his mouth, he was full of cynicism and sarcasm, "I originally wanted to see you for something, but now it seems that it will be postponed because of your 'old way'."

She raised her eyes, looking past Muchito with an indifferent gaze and staring closely at Tang San, who had been stiff from the moment he said those words, "Muchito, you are really nosy."

"Do you think that since you are half of me, you can meddle in my affairs at will? Then you think too highly of yourself."

But the young man from the Western Region with magnificent eyebrows blinked his strange blue-gold eyes, and the corners of his beautiful lips raised a warm arc, like a bright but not dazzling light in the dark night. There was no shame on his face at being accused, but he said calmly, "As your half-body, I thought Lang Hua had acquiesced by watching you here for so long. Didn't you think I was wrong?"

Meng Jiang's expression froze, the corners of his mouth tightened, and he couldn't help but retort, "He is indeed the most pious Mingzi under Mingzun, the messenger of the holy fire of Mingjiao, the person who purifies the world, and he is indeed a bright light that leads the world forward!"

Muchito chuckled lightly, knowing that Meng Jiang was really annoyed, so he took a step back in time and said, "According to your wishes, since you have to postpone the discussion with me, you and Tang San must have something to say. In that case , I’d better not disturb you anymore.”

He turned around and suddenly patted Tang San on the shoulder with a strange meaning, as if expressing sympathy. But before Tang San could see clearly, Muchito turned into sand and flew away with the wind.

Only Meng Jiang and Tang San were left in the forest. She lowered her head and glanced at Tang San, then jumped down from the treetop with her arms. Tang San subconsciously stretched out his hand to pick her up, but saw that she landed beside him lightly and skillfully, but he didn't even touch a corner of her clothes. .

The young man put down his hands slumped and smiled bitterly, his smile was extremely ugly.

Meng Jiang didn't talk to him, but just walked deeper into the forest, came to the pool she liked very much, kicked off her shoes and stepped into the water, stepping on a shallow layer of round pebbles.

Although it was night, the temperature of the day still remained in the water. Meng Jiang squinted his eyes contentedly, ignoring the hem of Huo Huan's skirt that was soaked by the water, and kicked up a crystal spray under his feet.

Under the hem of the skirt, there were still traces of the previous night's ambiguity on those graceful and slender legs, but Tang San didn't have any charming thoughts in his heart, he just wanted Meng Jiang to pay attention to him.

"A Jiang..." Tang San stepped forward and called softly.

Meng Jiang turned her head and said, "Hey, Ning hasn't left yet?" As she said that, she frowned and pretended to walk deeper into the water.

Tang San lied in his heart, and subconsciously stretched out his hand to grab Meng Jiang's slender wrist. He stepped into the water, and the clear water soaked the uppers of his shoes.

"Snapped!"

With a crisp sound, even the wind fell silent.

Meng Jiang's hand was still in the position of giving Tang San a resounding slap. Her eyes were cold, like a vast ice field covered with frost and snow, and she said in a cold voice, "Who allowed you to touch me?"

That slap used up almost all of Meng Jiang's strength and made Tang San turn his head away. His left cheek was so hot and painful that it even left a clear palm print.

Tang San suddenly thought of the words Muchito used to describe Meng Jiang earlier: She sees you, you are naturally like a pearl, but she can't see you, you are just a speck of dust. Now Tang San slowly turned his sideways face to meet Meng Jiang's gaze, and found that those beautiful eyes that were so dark that they seemed to have ignored time did not reflect his shadow.

His hands trembled uncontrollably, and his voice was dry, "Okay, Ajaan, I won't touch you, so can you... don't leave?"

But Meng Jiang found it funny: "Let's go? Where can I go? Now the streets are full of wanted posters for me. Do I think I will live longer if I go out and run around?"

The words were clearly hurtful, but the tight strings in Tang San's heart suddenly relaxed, knowing that Meng Jiang would not leave for the time being. He controlled his urge to hug Meng Jiang and let go of the other person's wrist.

Then, he saw Meng Jiang walking into the water without looking back, "You're so stupid, I lied to you."

His breath was suffocated, and before Tang San's consciousness could react, his body had already made the first move, and he went directly to hug her. But Meng Jiang didn't expect that he would pounce on him, and his feet were unstable, so there was a splash of water and they both fell into the water.

The water in the pool is cool and clear, and you can see the melting white moon through the water waves. Meng Jiang stayed quietly in Tang San's arms, not struggling or responding, letting him hug her with a force that seemed to crush her into his body. They gradually sank, and the black hair scattered in the water intertwined with the blue hair. The longer black hair gradually wrapped around the two of them, forming a small black space, which also blocked the gentle moonlight.

She saw those deep blue eyes mixed with love, obsession, pain, panic, and pleading. As the air was consumed, the light in the blue eyes gradually dimmed. Finally, when the last breath was exhausted, a A string of bubbles emerged, floated, and exploded—the eyes slowly closed, and the owner of the eyes fainted.

The arms holding Meng Jiang tightly gradually lost strength, and she knew clearly that if she stayed in the water for a little longer, Tang San would really drown.

So she finally moved, hugging the young man back with her slender arms, and pressed her lips against the other's cold and pale thin lips. The tip of her tongue easily pried open the teeth, took a long breath, and then took him upstream.

When Tang San woke up, he vaguely heard Meng Jiang reading a poem. He moved slightly, and his five senses gradually returned.

The content of that poem is this:

The long wind blows and the waves get heavier,

Pengshan is far away and the road is long.

The soul returns and crosses the ocean,

Bury me by the seaside.

He coughed twice, stood up, and found that he was lying on the grass on the shore, and Meng Jiang was sitting next to him.

The wet clothes dripped with water and stuck to her body, outlining the woman's graceful figure. She turned her head and looked at Tang San and said, "When I was imprisoned in the Wuhun Palace and when my Wuhun was deposed, I once thought that if I really Dead, I hope this is the ending."

She could see what Tang San wanted to say, so she put her finger on his lips, "But Tang San, did you really die just now? You know, if I didn't save you, you would have drowned by now." "

"But Ajiang, you still saved me, didn't you?" He held Meng Jiang's hand and placed a kiss on the thin white fingertips, "I'm sorry."

The kiss fell on the back of the hand, then the inside of the wrist, and then the palm... Every time a kiss fell, there was a "I'm sorry" that followed.

Meng Jiang watched Tang San kiss her, and finally kissed the corner of her lips tentatively. She looked calm but did not refuse.

She was held again.

Meng Jiang lowered his hands quietly to his sides and felt a few drops of warm water falling on his shoulders.

She raised her head and looked into the cloudless night.

……It's raining?

"Tang San," she said softly, "it's ugly to see you fighting for life and death like this."

"...I know." He just hugged her tighter, as if he was afraid that she would run away, "I'm sorry."

Meng Jiang tilted his head: "I originally hoped that you liked me very much, but now I think it's okay if you don't like me that much. At least you and I won't feel uncomfortable."

She thought again of the Qixiu girl who danced King Qin's breaking dance, of her luck and misfortune, of someone willing to sacrifice his life to cross her, of how she finally escaped from the sea of ​​suffering, but in the end fell into obsession and could no longer find the person to cross her.

The face distorted by scars is half fairy and half devil, smiling and crying at the same time.

She thought of the story of the "Four Refuges."

Tang San only felt that Meng Jiang stabbed him in the heart again and again with the knife, each blow was merciless, the sharp blade was as sharp as the handle, and the bloody flesh was brought out when the blow was made.

She was clearly in his arms, but he seemed to have lost her.

He didn't know what he could do to redeem himself and ask for her forgiveness, so he could only repeat "I'm sorry" and beg her "don't leave".

But Meng Jiang never responded, she just nestled quietly in his arms, her eyes calm, like a well-behaved and exquisite doll. He could do anything to her, but she would not give him any response.

Now, even the original cynicism is gone.

Tang San thought that it would be better if Meng Jiang gave him a direct blow, but now, he felt that he could hardly catch her.

A huge panic overwhelmed him, even worse than the suffocation just now. Tang San knew that he must look like Meng Jiang said, ugly, but he couldn't control himself at all.

People who are not cruel enough are often more humble in their relationships. Tang San unknowingly lowered his stance lower and lower.

Meng Jiang felt a little uncomfortable looking at Tang San like this, but more than anything, he felt happy.

You see, he became like this because of me.

Is it too much?

maybe.

But Meng Jiang has no regrets, and she even enjoys it.

She and Miss Qixiu are different after all.

Yes, she was torturing him, torturing the heart that was full of her. Meng Jiang held onto that sincere emotion, proud that it belonged to him, but also wanted to know the extent of that emotion.

She is like a naughty child who only cares about her own wishes.

But now, Meng Jiang saw the result and was satisfied with the sincere emotions she got from Tang San, so she finally decided to show mercy and stop torturing him.

The girl slowly raised her hands and hooked her arms around the young man's neck, as if she had finally accepted his apology, and said, "I won't leave."

And where Tang San couldn't see him, Meng Jiang raised a bright smile.

——He can never leave me again.

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