Strange Tales

There are many kinds of camellias on both sides of the Huanhua River, such as Eighteen Bachelors, Huafoding, Peacock Toon, Honglu Zhen, among them there is a kind of plain white, commonly known as Huaheling.

"Brother Wuxie, are you still waiting for that person?" The little fox in red raised his head and looked at the man in white by Huanhua Creek.

Wu Xie turned her head, touched the little fox's head, smiled lightly and said: "Little fox, why are you here to accompany me again today?"

"I'm not here to accompany you!" The little fox pouted, as if talking nonsense with his eyes open.

"Then what did the little fox come for?"

"I, I, I'm going to roll." While talking, he rolled a few times towards the open place by the river bank, and Fang rolled to Wu Xie's feet again.

Wu Xie shook her head, half annoyed and half amused, there was a hint of a smile on her handsome face.

Wuxie is originally thinking Wuxie, but it is a camellia flower crane in human form beside Huanhua River. When it was crossing the catastrophe, it was given a drop of water from a person, so it turned into a human form and fell in love with that person, but it also passed by Huanhua River. Half a year of loving life, green mountains and green waters, secluded springs and dark streams, cool breeze and bright moon, full of camellias.

It's just like a scholar who has entered a mural, even if he lives freely and freely in the mountains, but after all, the world of mortals is unforgettable, and many entanglements need to be dealt with clearly.However, when that person left, he promised that he would definitely come back, Wu Xie believed him, and when he said he would come back, he would definitely come back.

Wuxie has lived for so many years, it's not that she hasn't heard lies, and she has seen people hurt and hurt, but she still wants to trust someone for the rest of her life, just like the nine-tailed red demon fox who died of love generally.

One month.

Three months.

One year.

Three years.

"Little fox, I have to go."

"Brother Wuxie, don't you want Xiaoyao?" The little fox in red instantly opened her misty eyes wide, charming and charming. The fox is the most pleasing monster in appearance, but he is only innocent and innocent. red fox.

"Xiaoyao, brother can't wait for that person, so we can only go to him." Wu Xiefu patted the little fox's head again, and said warmly.

"That person doesn't even want to come back. Why does my brother still go to him? He doesn't keep his word, he's a liar. Brother Wuxie, let's not go looking for him, okay? From now on, Xiaoyao will always be with Brother Wuxie, I will never leave." Xiaoyao tugged on Wuxie's sleeve, half coquettish and half begging for mercy.

"Xiao Yao, take good care of yourself!"

He still left, and the little red fox looked at the plain-clothed man who was going away until he disappeared, his eyes gradually blurred.

After a long time, he whispered softly: "Brother Wuxie, why can't you look back, Xiaoyao...Xiaoyao really likes you."

"Why do you know that that person is already dead, but you still keep waiting, waiting year after year, repeating the cycle of reincarnation, over and over again..."

Wuxie found the hometown of that person. The small town sleeps on the water, with white tiles and white walls, full of strong Jiangnan water rural atmosphere, black-tailed boats swinging leisurely to draw layers of ripples, and the rural water music of picking mulberries echoes for a long time , playing the tune of charm.

Wherever you are, is your hometown.

At the end of the small town, there is a small mound, the mound is full of flowers and cranes, white and clean, swaying in the wind, the hill behind it is bustling, and he is buried under the hill, so many flowers He Ling is with him, and he will never be lonely again.

At the beginning, that person made a promise that he would return on horseback after he had settled down with the world of mortals.

But, as Xiaoyao said, he was a liar, he buried himself under the land of his hometown, with the memory of Huanhuaxi and the name of his favorite.

There is a lot of rain in the south of the Yangtze River. Once upon a time, I thought that the misty rain was only for love, and that one rain could fall to the bald head. There are thousands of mountains and rivers in my heart. After years, they are only shown by one person.

After all, I can only say one word, love is deep and relationship is shallow, love is deep and lifeless.

The person who was buried in the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River had five characters engraved on his tombstone: Survivor, innocent.

Wu Xie stared at the small hill full of white camellias, and after a long time dragged heavily, preparing to walk in the direction of Huanhuaxi.

"Hey, young master, I see that you come to pay respects to Jiang Xiucai every year at this time. Do you know a girl named Wuxie? Hey, Jiang Xiucai was dying of illness when she was young, and she was burnt to death. But she keeps chanting this name. Wu Xie must be a beautiful girl, I don’t know if she will be a little sad to know the news of Jiang Xiucai’s death, hey!”

"Hey, this young master, how can he be dumb if he doesn't care about others?"

Xiaoyao is still waiting for someone in Huanhuaxi, but her innocent brother with a shallow smile will never come back.