[Bao Lian Lantern Heart] Lu Yao Returns to Dream

Won't you tell me who I am?If you have the ability, tell me everything about the past, what's the point of dangling in front of me over and over again!I was imprisoned in the Saha Valley alone. Is it because I committed a heinous crime in the past?So no one in this world loves me, no one cares about me, right?Even that guy, Ao Lie, only treats me well with compassion, right? "

"What stupid things are you talking about, how can no one love you..."

Ao Cunxin sobbed when he heard such a painful sentence, "What?"

Even though he already knew the pain of flashing memories after drinking Mengpo soup, when he saw Ao Cunxin's appearance at this moment, he still couldn't restrain his panic, and said quickly: "Someone loves you, some people care, you don't care about it. do you know?"

She calmed down a little.

Yang Jian hugged the thin body in his arms even tighter, "Even if you don't know anything else, at least you have seen my heart."

There were crystal drops of water on her long eyelashes, and a pair of shallow pupils stared blankly at the nothingness in front of her, as if she didn't understand.

Yang Jian nodded slightly, her hair brushed against his lips, and her slender arms hugged him as if trying to survive, making it almost impossible for him to forcefully maintain his ridiculous reason.But once the more straightforward words are spoken, I'm afraid it will only be regrettable.

Should he continue to "torture" her?

He still can't be sure of the answer.

The warmth flowed back, and the clarity of consciousness finally came back completely. Only then did Ao Cunxin realize that she was leaning in the arms of the other party, buried her head in the man's neck and sobbed, and was held tightly by the man.That person is Yang Jian.

How decent is it to live in someone else's home and cuddle with a man?

She struggled away, her tear-stained face flushed hot, she raised her palm and was about to hit that "frivolous" person in the face, but when she dropped her hand, she withdrew her force and slapped the wall, bleeding from the palm immediately .

That person supported himself and comforted himself, what was wrong?It turned out that I lost my mind for a moment and threw myself into my arms.

Thinking of this, she couldn't hold back even more, she clenched her fist and hammered at the wall desperately.

Yang Jian quickly grabbed her arms, "Cun Xin!"

Ao Cunxin's complexion changed abruptly, she threw him away suddenly, and said coldly in a low voice: "Zhenjun Erlang praised me, I, Ao Ling, am not someone's substitute, don't say something to the wrong person."

Yang Jian was startled slightly, and the temperature in his eyes cooled down a little bit, "I didn't mean that, I just said it by the way."

Ao Cunxin turned away from looking at him, neither refuting nor apologizing. After a while, she softened her tone and said embarrassingly: "It was just an old illness. I'm fine now. Just forget about it."

forget about it...

"Okay. Yang Jian called Miss Ao by the wrong name, how can I make amends?"

Ao Cunxin wanted to hide back in the room, but after hearing Yang Jian's words, he thought that he lived here as a guest, if there was trouble today, he would ignore everyone, and he would not be able to get along with each other in the future. One step, it shouldn't have displeased him, not to mention that I was already apologetic, so I said: "I heard that the brothers and sisters of the Yang family are very good at playing piano, and I know that I will not be blessed to listen to the song given by Chan sister. I don't know if I have the face to ask you to play it." A reward?"

What a cunning woman, she insisted on stepping on him overtly and secretly.Yang Jian sneered, "This is easy, I'll take the piano right away."

Ao Cunxin didn't want to add any more suspicion, and hurriedly said: "I don't dare to lead alone, it's better to invite Miss Chan and the others to have fun together."

Hearing that Yang Jian was going to play the piano in person, everyone didn't know the reason, so they were happy to join in the show, sitting in the hall and waiting quietly.A servant has long served good tea, and the fragrance of the tea lingers in the room, making it even more elegant and refined.

Chen Xiang originally had the habit of getting up in the morning to practice martial arts, but because she saw the two of them practicing together in the courtyard today, she didn't come near, went back to the room and went back to the cage to sleep, and then faintly heard Yang Jian exhale the word "Cun Xin", so she moved a little closer to watch, Just when I heard Yang Jian say something like "Apologize", I knew that the two were unhappy, so I deliberately reconciled from the sidelines, and deliberately said: "The piano is originally a tool for solitary caressing and cultivating the mind. It would be too deserted for us to sit quietly and enjoy it." It's gone." Saying that, he glanced at Ao Cunxin and slipped away.

Ao Cunxin knew very well what Chen Xiang's thief was planning, if he refused, he didn't know what he would say to drive ducks to the shelves, so he could only say: "What Chen Xiang said is reasonable, although I am not talented, I would like to sing songs for everyone .”

Yang Jian sat on the top and tuned the strings, "What tune does Miss Ao sing? I'll join you."

"I can sing whatever tune you want, and the lyrics are only taken from "Qing Ping Le" from the previous dynasty."

Everyone laughed and praised Ao Cunxin for his boldness.

The sublime sound of the piano comes out from under the confident fingers, enveloping Xiao Xiao Qiu Se in every possible way.

Don't come to the spring half/The eyes are soft and the heart is broken/The falling plums are like snow/The whole body is full/

There is no evidence for the news of the geese coming / The road is far away and the dream is hard to come by / The hatred is just like the spring grass / Go further and go farther to survive /

The words were originally mourning words, and Ao Cunxin sang without lamenting, but the sound of Lingling's piano became more and more sad.This sadness is sharp and majestic, gloomy and empty, as if there is snow falling all over the mountains and plains. By the last two sentences, the world is eclipsed. Where is the rebirth of spring grass, it is clearly full of desolation.

Ao Cunxin couldn't sing anymore.

It turned out that in the depths of his soul, his heart was as dead ashes.If you really want to die, it's fine, but the fire in your heart lingers on again and again, and is suppressed by him again and again.

"Clank" several times, and the seven strings are cut off.

The whole hall was silent, everyone looked at each other, and the atmosphere dropped to the extreme for a while.

Yang Chan lifted her skirt and got up, and came to Yang Jian's side. The jade fingers were entwined with clear light, and she connected the psychic strings one by one, and said with a slight smile: "It's not a big deal, the strings are broken, just connect them again."

Yang Jian put his hand on the string to stop Yang Chan's movement, "The string broke because he couldn't bear the rhythm, do you want to continue?"

Remove the old and welcome the new

Since the reunion of the Liu family, the family of four moved back to Huashan because the Holy Mother could not leave Huashan forever, and rebuilt their residence on the most beautiful and towering West Peak.Liu Yanchang opened a private school at the foot of Mount Hua, and concealed his real name to preach and teach. Because he remembered that the private school must not be left unattended, after staying in Yang's residence for ten days, he went back to Huashan with Xiaoyu, and came to Yang's residence to spend together during the Spring Festival.

Chen Xiang also wanted to go home with his wife to love each other, but Yang Jian ordered him to stay with Ao Cunxin to practice martial arts, and also suppressed the power of the black lotus in his body with the orthodox Buddhist mentality.Chen Xiang went to intercede with Yang Chan, but Yang Chan thought that it would kill two birds with one stone to make him have no time to mess around outside, so he had to send his wife and father away eagerly.

In the blink of an eye, three months have passed, and it is the end of the year.Although Guanjiangkou is not far from Qishan Mountain, due to the tight defense, ordinary life has not been greatly affected. Red lanterns are hung high, and festive couplets are pasted on the door.

Compared with ordinary people in the market, Yang's mansion is particularly deserted. One is that the brothers are busy with military affairs and have no intention of enjoying themselves.

Yang Jian communicated with Sanshoujiao's spiritual consciousness many times, and proposed several ways to rescue him, but Sanshoujiao evasively refused each time, claiming that he must do something big, and also provided some trivial details about the Black Lotus Sect. News, there are valuable, but also worthless.Yang Jian hated him for disobedience, but he couldn't force it, so he let him go.

During this period of time, all the brothers were so busy that they never touched the ground, only Xiaotiangou was at ease.Since he made a meritorious service last time, he disappeared for two days. When he came back, he was limping on one leg. It is said that he was beaten up by the escaped prisoners of war. Although he didn't hurt his life, he had to rest for a hundred days.It happened that Yang Jian was toiling all day in the camp, no one cared about him, so he just idled in the mansion and didn't see many people, and his small life was very nourishing.

This day is the Lantern Festival, when Yang Jian returned home from the military camp, it was already dark, and it was expected that Liu Yanchang, Chen Xiang, and Ao Cunxin had not returned from the lantern festival.

As soon as the door was opened, there was a sound of "Ouch", and a pink figure rolled at his feet.

"Why don't you knock on the door!" Ao Cunxin rubbed her painful buttocks and grinned as she got up.

Yang Jian was in a dark line for a moment.It's reasonable to sit on the inner threshold if you don't sleep so late?

"Why didn't you go out with them?"

"The husband and wife are both watching the lanterns, and there must be a lot of personal things to say, why should I join in the fun?"

"I go with you."

Ao Cunxin shook her head, "I heard from Miss Chan that you are going to go to war again, there must be a lot of things to be busy in these two days, you should rest early."

"I'm going to see Guangli Bodhisattva before I go on the expedition. You make friends with him. Do you have anything to say to me?"

Ao Cunxin thought for a while, pointing with her little hand, a sealed pottery urn under the plum tree broke through the ground and fell into her arms, "No words, a jar of fine wine."

Yang Jian smiled and said: "You buried it under the plum tree on purpose, it's probably plum wine, the plum blossoms have only bloomed not long ago, this altar must be newly buried, why don't you get it up again next year and give it away."

Ao Cunxin raised his eyebrows and smiled, "The main purpose of burying the wine is to preserve it. New wine is as refreshing as new wine, so he likes new wine."

"The wine buried in my house is cheap for him, a Buddhist disciple."

"My Buddha Tathagata has never ordered alcohol prohibition, but the mortal monks have cut off alcohol and meat since Emperor Liang Wu of the Southern Dynasty." Ao Cunxin looked at Yang Jian with a smile on his face, "So there are things you Yang Jian don't know about." . "Okay, sister Chan and I buried four altars in total, and took the lucky head of the four-happy door. One altar was for Guangli Bodhisattva, and the other two altars were reserved for everyone to drink together. This one..." She handed over a flashing altar with a smile. Bright eyes, "Do you want to try it first?"

The two sat on the ground beside the stone platform, and placed a pair of small golden cups with single ring handle and multiple petals.

The winter night was very cold, Yang Jian saw that she was still wearing single clothes, so he took a fur cloak from the house and put it on her shoulders.The soft light of the lantern under the eaves reflected on her fair face, casting a dreamlike halo on the fragile skin.Yang Jian's mind fluttered, and he was so dazed. When he realized what he was doing, the arm that wanted to hold someone in his arms