Strange Tales

Rotten Grass is Firefly

The night before Shen Ai's departure, Bu Weilan remembered that the full moon on Xiazhe Mountain that night shone into the ditch like silver frost.

He stood among the orchids all over the mountains and plains, smiling at Shen Ai with a pure and clean smile.

Shen Ai, go and catch a hundred fireflies for me, otherwise, if you leave, I will answer the bamboo demon outside the mountain.

However, before he finished catching it, it was already dawn, and his Shen Mi rode the white frost and lightning, disappeared among the green mountains and forests, and rushed towards the world of mortals.

Bu Weilan loosened the cloth bag that trapped the fireflies, and the east was white, and they were no longer as bright as the stars and the moon at night.

The wood rots into the scorpion, the grass rots and the fireflies fly, in summer and March, the rotten grass turns into fireflies, after the end of summer and early autumn, only the remains of the fireflies are buried in the dry grass, and they reincarnate from generation to generation.

He stood on the top of the mountain for a long time, and the twilight wind in the valley was strong and lonely.These fairyland-like days outside the world, after all, still can't keep his heart of mortals

That day, he found Shen Mi covered in blood from the Youlan Valley in Xiazhe Mountain, and transformed into a secluded place outside the world, ten miles of orchid grass, butterflies flying and warblers singing, at night, the moon is bright and the wind is shining, and the moon is shining forever. , In exchange for a calm and breezy Shen Ai, forget all kinds of entanglements in the world.

Bu Weilan just hoped that he would not die.

However, Shen Ai still left, leaving him alone, facing a valley of orchid grass.

Bu Weilan thinks that the most stupid thing in this world is the firefly, the moth can only jump into the fire and kill itself.As for fireflies, every year the grass rots into fireflies, and after returning to the dead leaves, they rot and rebirth again in the next year. A season is only a ten-day period, and there are only a few in a hurry, and they go back and forth, embracing reincarnation.

He thought of the scene when Shen Ai wanted him the day before yesterday, wild and intense.He entangled the legs around Shen Ai's waist, gradually became weak, and let out a shameful lick.The soul seems to be dissociated and too empty, ecstasy, like the addiction of poppy, makes thinking crazy.

After Shen Ai left, Bu Weilan restored the old scenery of Xiazhe Mountain, sat alone for a night in the Youlan Valley full of fireflies, and then picked up a few bunches of withered orchids, and put them on the embroidered In the sleeve of the moon white butterfly pattern, he squeezed a formula casually and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

Bu Weilan stood in front of Shen Ai's room door, with a hint of melancholy between her brows and eyes, after a long time, she still pushed the door open and entered.

"Lan'er, why are you here?" Shen Ai put down the pen in her hand, tried her best to suppress her emotions, her words were full of surprise.

Bu Weilan raised her reddish eyes, obviously thinking so much, but she couldn't say anything, she just stepped forward quickly and got into the man's arms, putting everything behind her, and her body was broken into pieces. Well, no matter how many times I have been in love, I don't want to take care of it anymore.

Shen Ai smiled softly, and approached his ear, a moment of warm breath rose to his cheeks, and Bu Weilan buried herself deeper in a daze, he heard Shen Ai say, wait for him tonight.

Waiting for him, at night, Bu Weilan blushed even more, but he also thought he was thinking too hard, otherwise, how could he look for it desperately, clearly, clearly knowing...

The candle was flickering, the tent was warm and fragrant, Shen Mi supported Bu Weilan's body, and plundered inch by inch, like a fire starting a prairie fire.

The bamboo clappers in the city rang three times, and it was the third watch, and the two of them gave up and fell into a deep sleep.

As the soldiers approached the city, Shen Ai, as the son of the commander in chief, had already lived and died with the people in the city.But in front of the one he loves, he is still that Shen Ai, Bu Weilan's Shen Ai.

However, ever since Shen Ai heard Bu Weilan utter another strange name while she was asleep that night, he would be afraid. When did his Bu Weilan accept others in his heart?Or never forget that person

Shen Ai felt that the person named Chang Li must be a rare and outstanding person in this world, but he was fond of resentment, resentment that a person he had never met occupied Bu Weilan's heart.

Bu Weilan thought that Shen Ai was annoyed by the war, so she was careful not to disturb her too much, it was common for the two of them to not see each other for four or five days when they came and went.

That day, Bu Weilan was meditating in her room to maintain her human form, her heart felt as if she had been hit by an axe, her tongue was sweet, and she was thinking about something bad, she wrapped herself in a long gown and recited the formula with her heart to transfer instantly.

He will never forget that scene, when the two armies under the city fought, more than a dozen spears were stabbed into Shen Ai's body.

Bu Weilan staggered towards Shen Ai, tears had already blurred her eyes.Sword light and shadow, blood flowing like a river, he is an incompetent orchid demon, who has been away from the mountain for a long time, has been weak for a long time, and can only watch Shen Ai's life disappear little by little.

"Lan'er, who is in your heart? Who is Changli?" Shen Ai spat out a mouthful of blood, her face was sad, her gaze fell on an unfamiliar man in the enemy camp, with envy and resentment in her eyes After that, he raised his trembling bloody hand and tried his best to cover Bu Weilan's tearful face. His Lan'er cried, but his life came to an abrupt end like a broken kite.

Shen Ai died at the end of summer and early autumn of that year. Bu Weilan hugged his body, her eyes were dull, her face was ashen, and for a while, as if bewitched by a demon, she wailed: "Changli is you, Mingchen is you, Gu Feng, Yuan Ying, Xia Houchu...they are all you."

The strong wind starts at the end of Qingping and stops between the mountains and forests. Shen Ai enters reincarnation again, forgets all the past, and Bu Weilan returns to Youlan Valley.

This life ended without a medical condition, and after more than ten years, it is still unknown what identity Shen Ai met him with, a scholar, a young master, or something else...

The fireflies in Youlan Valley have all returned to the withered grass, waiting for the doomed reincarnation in life, to turn the grass into fireflies again.