[Comprehensive] Floating dream with one knife

A small building appeared on the street in Yangzhou.

The building is not big, not luxurious, and even a little shabby.

There are no rare treasures or stunning beauties in the building.

Not even a single thing that could be called extraordinarily valuable.

Only flowers.

Soft, gentle, calm, gorgeous, lonely, pure.All kinds of flowers.

The flowers are beautiful and fragrant.

Whenever the sun rises and the evening falls, such a slim figure and such a beautiful fragrance suddenly make people feel that they are not human.

The owner of the small building never closes the door.

Everyone who passed by here couldn't help but lighten their footsteps. They paced lightly and carefully lowered their voices. Even women who were used to scolding couldn't help lowering their voices, as if I have regained some of the shyness of a girl who has never left the court.

The owner of the small building actually doesn't show up often.

But there was no one on this street who didn't know him.

If Mr. Song, the most talented man on this street, could describe it, it would be: the wind in the south of the Yangtze River in late spring is the most intoxicating.

Silky, light, and soft, it seems to have the most original and pure breath.

It caressed people's cheeks, and even the most ferocious devil in the world couldn't help but relax his face slightly.

It blows into people's hearts, so a small river winds quietly out of the bottom of the heart, and a warm and pure white flower blooms on the bank of the river.

In front of such a spring breeze, few people can have a high voice and a wicked face, let alone hold up a sword and do the most barbaric and unreasonable things in the world.

Fortunately, against the breeze and bright moon, the moss and the clouds are exaggerated.

Good Jiangnan, a thousand bells of wine, a song "Man Ting Fang".

Detectives, thieves, knights, devils, martial arts people from the south of the Yangtze River, and the masters of the building are all very gentle, as if they have all become gentle and polite sons of aristocratic families, dignified and virtuous ladies of famous families.

Such a person must be a wonderful person.

Who is he?

His name is Huamanlou, the seventh son of the Hua family.

Jiangnan Flower House.

There are very few aristocratic families that can put the word Jiangnan on the front, but the Hua family deserves it.

Galloping at any place in the south of the Yangtze River, from sunrise to sunset, you can't get out of the range of Hua's family.

So wealthy.

Few people on this street know that Huamanlou belongs to the Hua family.

They respect him and love him just because he is a man of flowers.

But why did Huamanlou open the small building in this place?

Is there anything extraordinary about this street that makes the seventh son of the Hua family linger on it?

Does it have the most beautiful woman in the world, the boldest knight, the most vicious devil, or the most beautiful scenery in the world?

Or, is there an indescribable wealth buried under this street, a secret that can pierce the sky?

There are so many thrilling, exciting, twists and turns, wonderful people and things in this world.

On the contrary, this street is very ordinary, so ordinary that even every character and every scene on this street can be found anywhere in Jiangnan.

Fierce and unreasonable wife, timid and timid businessman, savage wife, savage-faced butcher, self-pitying little girl...

This street is the street of little people.

This street is also a street full of flowers.

He meets, he chooses.

That's it.

In Huamanlou's heart, this place is no different from Huajia, or it is no different from other places in this world.

The people here are no different from those of the Hua family, nor are they different from people in this world.

Everyone is healthy and happy.

That's enough.

Twilight fell slowly and gently, and darkness gradually enveloped the street.

Lights came on in the building.

The lights illuminate the path under the feet of people passing by the small building.

For Huamanlou, it was no different. He sat on the small building, facing a pot of tea, quietly, listening to the sounds inside and outside the building, listening to the sounds of the world.

He heard the husband and wife living in the residence not far away walking past his building with their shoes on after work, supporting each other.

He heard the child who always liked to stay in front of his building when he came home late was being scolded by his mother and left from the front of the building in a low voice.

He heard the sound of the wind blowing through the trees, and the 'whispering' of the petals.

When one thought is born, all things are born.

There was darkness in front of Huamanlou's eyes, but his heart was peaceful and peaceful, with only light.

Tonight was supposed to be no different from the night before.

Huamanlou will sit here until the late returnees who pass by his small building will return home.

When the time comes, he will extinguish the candle and go to sleep.

Maybe even have a dream.

In the dream, it must be full of flowers, the sun is bright, and the years are quiet.

In this way, it is another warm and grateful day.

Unfortunately, tonight is bound to be different.

"What are you doing?"

A crisp voice sounded beside Hua Manlou, the voice was very immature, even innocent, but strangely with a trace of sweet and seductive, people couldn't help but want to whisper the owner of this voice gently. Lovely kisses in the bosom.

It's like a small flower blooming in the mountains and valleys, not gorgeous, but moving.

It was the voice of a young girl.

Huamanlou loosened his clenched hands in his sleeves, and he smiled gently, his attitude couldn't be more natural, as if this person with a little girl's voice was not a vicious guest who came quietly and uninvited, but a nephew at home , the street urchin.

"I'm waiting."

"Wait for what?"

The little girl's voice was very curious.

"Wait until there is no one returning home on the road."

Blinking in doubt, the long and curly eyelashes gently swept under the little girl's clear blue pupils.

"why?"

"I will keep this light for them." "Are they your relatives, friends?"

Hua Manlou smiled: "We are neither relatives nor friends."

"Then why do you keep such a light for them?"

"My family and friends are not the only ones who stumble in the dark of night."

"I think that all those who come home late and those who have gone on the wrong path in this world hope to see a little light in the darkness."

The little girl was silent.

If it is your own words.

If I were in the dark, I would probably like to see it too.

"You are such a strange person."

"It's obviously none of your business, but you have to light candles for others."

"Obviously blind, but dare to live alone on this street."

"You are really weird!"

The little girl repeated it crisply.

"It's weird that I can't bear to kill you."

She tilted her head, looking innocent like a drop of round and rolling dewdrops on a flower that just bloomed in the morning, bouncing and falling on the palm of her hand, the little ice is cold, it can almost make people's heart tremble melted.

Although Hua Manlou couldn't see it, she knew that this little girl must be very cute now, even if she said something that was about to kill her.

Hua Manlou smiled and said, "Why did you kill me?"

"Why? Well..."

The little girl jumped up to the window suddenly. She sat on the table, dangling her little feet, pointing her finger on her lips, murmured, and thought about it.

"No reason, I came here, saw this small building, saw you, and thought about it."

"but……"

The little girl rolled her eyes: "I now feel that I don't have to kill you."

"As long as you promise me one condition."

Hua Manlou's expression was still gentle and calm, his calmness was like a painting.

Not even the slightest bit of joy or anger at the little girl's waywardness.

Seemingly dissatisfied with Hua Manlou's performance, the little girl pouted.

"You are not only strange, but also boring."

She said angrily, "As long as you keep a lamp for me every day from now on, I won't kill you."

"Then you have to promise me one condition."

"Stop killing people at will."

Hua Manlou turned his head slightly, his eyes should be lifeless, empty, like a pool of stagnant water, but the little girl felt that he was indeed looking at her.

His own face was indeed reflected in his eyes.

His eyes are even gentle, gentle, and strangely stern.

The little girl suddenly felt a little helpless, a little flustered, and a little scared.

She couldn't help stretching out her hands to straighten her temples, and muttered reluctantly, "Okay, I promise you."

"Then I promise you too."

Hua Manlou smiled slightly, his voice at this moment was as warm as the embrace that a little girl once felt when she was very young.

The small building is full of strong floral fragrance.

Inexplicably, the little girl felt her heart was sore, numb, astringent, and soft.

It was a feeling she had never experienced in her very, very short life.

She didn't know how to describe it.

It was so soft that she ached.

The little girl felt that she couldn't stay here any longer.

But she was reluctant to leave.

Finally, she finally said, "I'm leaving."

Pursing her lips, the little girl said, "My name is Ling'er."

"You must not forget me."

"You must wait for me."

Hua Manlou's eyes fell on her, and he said with a smile, "My name is Hua Manlou."

"I'll wait for you to come back."

*****

Watching the little girl Ling'er leave, Zhuang Zhou lightly tapped the candle lamp in front of him with his white fingertips, but he didn't know what to do. The candle light coefficient of the whole small building was half bright, and the small building was brightly lit.

It had no effect on him.

What is the difference between day and night for an invisible man?

Sitting silently in the light, Zhuang Zhou gently clasped the wooden table in front of him, it was not the best rosewood wood, the rough texture rubbed against his fingertips, and it felt slightly rough to the touch.

He has been here for more than a month.

That day, Bai Choufei's finger finally clicked down.

The moment Su Mengzhen died, Xue Chang used his body and half soul to successfully send his soul to this world.

"Bai Choufei loves Su Mengzhen."

So you can give up the Golden Wind and Rain Tower, give up your ambitions, and kill him in front of everyone with your own hands.

"Bai Choufei hates Su Mengzhen."

So he couldn't let him die in the hands of others.

"Xue Chang loves Zhuang Zhou."

"Who does Xue Chang love?"

Zhuang Zhou recited these two names, as well as his own name, with a slight smile on his lips, and his voice was gentle, sad, and sighing.

No one knows what he is thinking at this moment.

Does he regret, is he sad, is he in pain?

No one knows.

The remaining half of Xue Chang's soul lay quietly in the jade pendant on Zhuang Zhou's waist.

"Yes, I love you."

She said softly and firmly.

"Xue Chang loves Zhuang Zhou."

The author has something to say:

Babies, I completed it, and I found out...my anime fan and martial arts fan are updated as much, anime fan comment 7, martial arts comment 47, OTZ, do you want me to finish the anime earlier and start a new article, although I I really want to open it~ You don’t need to hint me like that~ I always feel that I don’t want to use some coherent and gorgeous words when writing Huamanlou. My poor writing style, when will you be able to finalize it.Well, thank you for your support, babes, (so ashamed), after so long, there are still about a hundred people watching it, very contented.I’m back today, I’m so happy, forgive me for talking, okay?