[Comprehensive] Floating dream with one knife

The golden crow has risen, and the radiance shines through the window into the cloud brocade couch. The young man in the bed slowly got up, his black hair was flowing like fine brocade along the snow-white obscene clothes, he sat quietly for a while , I don't know what I thought of, and the corners of my lips raised, "That price, from this point of view, is still somewhat useful. Turning his head to look at the bronze mirror, the person in the mirror is also looking at him, clear and handsome, just like a fairy hanging from the sky above the clouds, neither happy nor sad.

He casually put the robe on his body, opened the door, and the servants who had been waiting outside came in one after another.

Let them clean his face, dress him, and tie his hair. He raised the corners of his lips slightly, and the sunlight fell into the bronze mirror. In the mirror, the young man in snow clothes and black hair, with a sad face, and a pair of black jade eyes are clean and gentle like a spring day The snow water above the Tianshan Mountains makes people feel that the spring breeze in the south of the Yangtze River is not as gentle as him, and the peaches and plums in the south of the Yangtze River are not as radiant as him.

Where is the slightest lack of happiness or sadness just now.

'Very good. ' The smile on his lips deepened.

The sky is blue and the wind is warm.

The flowers on the branch are in full bloom, and the scarlet flower cups are looming among the dense leaves. Occasionally, when the breeze passes by, the petals will flutter down and stop on the icy and snowy clothes of the people under the tree. A few blushes of blush lingered in the snow-white robes, mixed with a faint fragrance.

The meandering black hair spring flows along the jade-colored skin to the jade-colored brocade. The young man is lying on his side on the finely carved yew wood couch, holding the scroll with his slender white fingers. Made of ice and snow, carved of white jade, it is as brilliant as China.

The ultimate black, the ultimate white, in this sky full of red, if the brightest and most dazzling lightning strikes the eyes of those who come by with an extremely beautiful posture, shocking and moving soul.

As he approached step by step, Du Yun subconsciously pursed his lips.

The man raised his head, under eyelashes as thick as crow feathers, a pair of penetrating jade-colored eyes fainted, like the lord of a ninefold palace overlooking the world, indescribably cold and endlessly silent.He raised the corners of his lips slightly, but the sea of ​​ice and snow in his eyes turned into the snow water above the Tianshan Mountains in spring, clean and gentle.

What words should I use to describe the scenery at that moment?

What kind of pen and ink should I use to describe it?

What kind of soul should I use to remember?

A few rays of sunlight leaked onto Du Fei's face, he narrowed his eyes slightly, put down the scroll in his hand, got up from the couch, and a few petals of flowers fell from the black hairline to the snow-colored skirt.

With a slight smile on the corner of Du Fei's lips, he looked at the upright and serious young man in front of him, "Who are you?"

Suddenly, a kind of sourness suddenly hit from the softest corner of my heart, which was caught off guard and unstoppable. 'You really don't remember? 'Forcibly suppressed the shock in his eyes: "Du Yun."

Du Fei understood instantly: "Cousin?"

The young man nodded silently.

"I haven't seen you for five years, but I didn't recognize him for a while." Du Fei curled his lips lightly, "Speaking of which, my cousin treated me very well back then. It's my fault."

Du Yun looked at the man's face, his eyelashes were as thick as crow's feathers, making him unable to see clearly.

The hand behind the back clenched into a fist little by little.

"No problem."

On April [-]th, it is advisable to travel.

When Du Yun found Du Fei, he was making tea.

There is always a time when tea is ready.

"What's the matter here, cousin?"

Du Yun turned away the gleam in his eyes, and said calmly: "Father asked me to take you for a walk."

Hearing this, Du Fei's lips curled up: "That's exactly what I mean."

The sky in late spring is like fine porcelain, and the beauty makes people's hearts soft. Under the eaves and beside the street, the old man who is cooking and eating lazily lifts the lid, and the surging steam dissipates, blurring lost face.

Sitting in the most common wine shop in the market, Du Fei watched from upstairs.

Scholars with long robes and wide sleeves, warriors walking with swords, vendors shouting loudly, smiling or crying, safe or angry, ignorant or clear, all kinds of human states are here.

"It's been a long time since I've seen so many people."

Du Yun's hand holding the cup froze when he heard that some wine spilled out and wet his fingers. He raised his eyes to look at the man. Under the sunlight, the boy's side face was crystal clear and almost transparent, with black eyebrows, phoenix eyes, and pale lips. , he smiled leisurely, comfortable and satisfied.

"I still remember that when I was young, I was weak and wanted to go out, but my father didn't allow me, so you took me out secretly. That was the first time I saw so many people. I was very happy, but I was tired of you. He was beaten hard."

"Cousin," Du Fei suddenly turned his head and smiled, "I'm very glad to see you again."

Du Yun's deep and sea-like gaze was in a trance for a moment, and all the emotions in his heart turned wildly. He wanted to open his mouth to say something, but all the inquiries ended up being reversed the next moment.

"Du Yun!" Suddenly a young man came up from downstairs, he rushed over a few steps, hugged Du Yun with one arm, propped up the table with the other, and said with a smile: "It really is you, I didn't believe it when I saw it downstairs!"

The handsome and upright life in this life, the sunshine and cheerfulness with a smile make people feel good.

Du Yun frowned, and the sleeves of his robe were lightly rolled, and the man's hand was brushed away, "Why are you here?"

"You still don't know me?" The man was not annoyed, "Naturally, he went to support Feng Jue. But who is this?"

He turned his head and glanced at Du Fei, but he was stunned.

The young man sat there without looking at him, but only smiled lightly. Under the sunlight, amidst the soft-toned cries, it seemed as if the fine lines of willows were drawn across the lake. , condensed all the light and tenderness, so that the world can't help being drunk in it, and it will never wake up.

Yu Guang only felt that all the blood in his body was rushing to his heart at once, and he could clearly hear his own heartbeat, thundering like a drum.

But for a moment, think about life from now on.

Fate, so.

I see.

The man glanced at him, his eyes were clean and unbelievable.

"Duffy.

two

At this time, the spring breeze is gentle, gently and slowly, wrinkling the clear water of the lake and blowing down a few flowers.

Yiyonghou Mansion.

Xiyuan.

Several scholars in long robes and wide sleeves are saluting a young man. He is handsome and upright in life, and the sun is bright and cheerful when he smiles, which makes people feel good.

"Okay, let's go in!"

Those few scholars also knew what they were interested in, and they clapped their hands coolly and went into Deyuan.

The sunlight gradually became stronger, and a few small plain flowers in the corner stretched their waists, pure and beautiful.

A small plain sedan chair swayed from the other end, Yu Guang's expression brightened, and he went up to meet it.

The servants have already lifted the car curtain respectfully.

The boy stepped out of the car door.

"It's the first time I went out of the residence to participate in a poetry meeting, so my father can't help but remind me." Du Fei saw Yu Guang and said with a smile, "Brother Yu has been waiting for a long time."

Yu Guang laughed, and looked at him without blinking. Du Fei's eyes reflected in the sun were light and faint, and he couldn't see the expression clearly. .

A touch of spring, full of flowers and shade.

Tsing Yi with wide sleeves sits on a row of wine cups, and the sound of Guan Yin and silk bamboo rings around your ears.There is nothing in vain in talking and laughing, and the elegance is self-sufficient, which is called poetry.

The initiator of this poetry meeting is Young Master, and Yu Guang is naturally the mansion. He pointed to the slowly flowing stream and said, "Nowadays, the spring is beautiful and the water is gurgling. Why not use water as the theme?"

When everyone looked at it, there were petals floating in the clear water in front of them, pink, white, yellow and red, which was really beautiful, and there were round pebbles on the bottom of the stream, reflected by the distant light, it looked like white jade, and they couldn't help responding loudly.

Those who are qualified to participate in this poetry meeting are naturally talented. For a time, the so-called "flowing water is ruthless"; the so-called "falling flowers are messy";

Yu Guang is a little careless, he doesn't like this kind of poetry meeting, no matter how elegant the name is, it is just one of the ways for scholars to pursue fame and fortune.In the final analysis, he held a poetry meeting just to find an excuse to invite that person out, in order to get a few more glances at him.

Now that person is sitting beside him, the brows and corners of his eyes are shrouded in a faint light, as clear and clear as a careless warm dream occasionally awakened in the Wanmei Lin, which makes him wish that everyone would disappear, only him and him are left. That's good, how can he hear every word?

"I wonder if this son is willing to teach you?"

Just when Guangshen was out of his mind, a clear voice suddenly sounded, which startled him.

He followed the sound, he knew that person, Xue Dinghe, a poor scholar, was widely known for his talent, and it is not uncommon for him to meet friends through poetry, this young man is a challenge this time.

However, the person he invited was Du Fei.Yu Guang frowned slightly, Du Fei had an unfamiliar face, and sat next to him. People with discerning eyes could tell that this person was either rich or noble, and most of them would not choose such a partner.

Du Fei glanced at the young man, and the corners of his lips curled slightly, "Okay."

Seeing that Du Fei had already accepted the challenge, Yu Guang glanced at the corner of his eyes, and it happened that there were many falling flowers in the distance, so he said, "Let's use falling flowers as the topic!"

"Young master please first." Xue Dinghe said.

Du Fei looked indifferent when he heard the words, took the pen and paper presented by the maidservant, thought for a moment, and then wrote.All of a sudden, the maidservant was also an elegant person. When she saw it, she couldn't help but read out: "Peach and plum blossoms in the east of Luoyang City, who will fly here and there? The daughter of Luoyang cherishes her color, and she sits and sees the fallen flowers grow." Sigh. This year the color of the flowers will change, but next year when the flowers bloom again, who will be there? I have seen the pines and cypresses destroyed as salary, and I heard that the mulberry fields have turned into the sea.”

"The ancients did not return to the east of Luocheng, but today people still have the wind of falling flowers. The flowers are similar every year, and the people are different every year. Send a message to Quansheng Hongyanzi, and I should pity the half-dead Pulsatilla. This old man with white heads is really pitiful. In the past, he was a beautiful young man. .Under the prince Wang Sunfang tree, singing and dancing before the flowers fall. The Guanglu Pond is beautiful, and the general’s pavilion is painted with immortals. Once you are sick and have no acquaintances, who will enjoy the springtime? But looking at the singing and dancing places in ancient times, only the birds are sad at dusk."

After reading the last sentence, the maid was insane.

For a while, everyone was silent.

Time is so merciless, the beauty of the past, the old man of today, the world is just like this.

After the poetry meeting that day, with the spread of "Grave Pulsatilla" spread, Du Fei's identity was inevitably dug out by troublemakers.

The heir of a distinguished family in the Great Qin Dynasty kept his filial piety in the ancient temple for five years before returning to the capital. Such a fresh and mysterious thing undoubtedly has great appeal to Luoyang people who are accustomed to hearing clichés. Du Fei instantly became a topic of conversation in the market. .

When Du Fei heard the news, he was noncommittal, but he stretched out his hand to close the window, and pressed his fingertips as white as jade on the finely carved peony window casement, the sunlight leaked through the gap and saw the face of the person in front of the window, extremely handsome, Very safe.

why care?No amount of hustle and bustle in this world will eventually come to an end.

Time flies by.

It was already April in a blink of an eye.

The wind blows and the rain falls.

The blue lake water is full of ripples, with rootless duckweed, withered flowers and leaves, waves and colors overlapping.

The boy was walking on the white jade bridge, his wide sleeves were entangled with the scattered hair in the wind, transparent raindrops flowed down his white jade forehead, moistening the eyelashes as thick as crow feathers, he half closed his eyes , look safe.The young man in Chinese clothes holding an oil-paper umbrella at the bridge head stood there in a daze, looking at the snow-clothed, black-haired, long-browed, phoenix-eyed, pale-lipped young man walking step by step, walking from the white jade bridge suddenly filled with mist. Come, it is bright and burning, like a fairy.

The moment he passed by, he heard his slightly hoarse voice: "My lord, do you want an umbrella?"

He glanced at him, and all of a sudden, he felt that the white clouds, the dogs, the red dust, the purple mountains, the snow, the rain, the willows, the stars, and the stars all faded away in those eyes, their outlines were smoothed, and their traces were annihilated.Yingruo Chalcedony clasped the handle of the umbrella with her fingers, "Thank you."

At that moment, he only saw him, only heard him, only... felt him, as for his body, his blood, his skin, what are they?There is nothing left.

The man drifted away holding an oil-paper umbrella, and the remaining young man stood in the rain and looked at the disappearing hem of his clothes, smiling suddenly, his brows dazed.

"Am I obsessed..."

The indescribable melancholy voice slowly dissipated in the rain.

================================================== ===================

"My lord, you are back." The servant waiting in front of the door took a step forward and took the umbrella from Du Fei's hand, "My lord has been waiting for a long time."

"En." Replied lightly, Du Fei was about to enter the hall, when he suddenly remembered something, paused and said: "That umbrella, take good care of it."

Perhaps it was because of the rain, fearing that the light in the hall would be dim, so the servants lit two rows of copper lamps, filled with chi-long red candles, reflecting the lights brightly.Du Yun sat on a chair on one side, looking from Du Fei's point of view, his back was straight, like a pine tree.

"Cousin." Du Fei called out, and saw the man turn his face, his brows wrinkled as soon as his eyes as deep as the sea pressed on him.

"I'm going to change clothes." Du Fei smiled and entered the inner room before he could speak.

After drying his temples with fine silk, he changed into a veiled robe before Du Fei came out.Looking up, it turned out that the man's complexion improved a lot.

"I went for a walk on the lake, but unexpectedly I encountered a spring rain." Sitting beside the man, Du Fei said with a smile on his lips, "If it wasn't for a kind person who lent me an umbrella, I don't know how I got back .”

The clear and clear voice rarely contained a trace of grievance that seemed real or fake. At this moment, he was like a young man acting like a spoiled brother, and instantly extinguished the anger in Du Yun's heart. It didn't happen for a minute.

"Remember to bring a guard with you next time you go out."

"Okay." The young man slightly hooked his lips, smiling warmly and beautifully.

The author has something to say:

Cough, do you have the urge to continue watching it? If so, I will consider rewriting it. I was stuck in the past, and I have always missed it, and it has become even worse recently.In addition, the baby who has never been with me now raises her hand. I said which world did I go back to?Onmyoji didn't reply, which one did I mention?Do you still want to read it? If you don’t want to read it... I won’t write it... ╭(╯3╰)╮The last chapter has been updated, Wang is waiting patiently.