[Comprehensive] Floating dream with one knife

Being alive has always been a sacred and noble thing.

The green mountains are majestic, the sea is boundless, the desert is thousands of miles, and the snow peaks are stretching.

Only by being alive can we see the gentlest and brightest sunshine and the most beautiful and lovely flowers.

Only by living can there be hope and love and hate.

Only by living can one know the filth and warmth of the world, and the contradiction and greatness of human beings themselves.

In this world, there is nothing more respectable than a life struggling to survive.

Because life itself is worthy of respect.

It's a pity that there are always people who give up their lives because of love and hatred, because of the pain of parting, because they can't get what they want.

Isn't this a sad thing?

Isn't that a weird and beautiful thing?

Lin Shiyin lowered her eyebrows slightly, her heart was full of joy, like a flower blooming.

Seeing her put down the pen, Li Xunhuan smiled and said, "Shiyin, are you finished?"

Lin Shiyin's eyes are bright and quiet, her complexion is pale, and her figure is thin, as light as a drizzle of dust, and as pure as a painting of ink.

The wind blows away, and the rain falls away.

"Cousin," she looked at Li Xun Huan and shook her head lightly, "Suddenly Shiyin doesn't want to draw anymore."

"Just put this unfinished painting by your side and wait for me to finish it again, okay?"

Li Xunhuan put down the scroll and walked to Lin Shiyin's side.

In the portrait in front of Lin Shiyin, a man with bright eyebrows is holding a scroll in his hand, sitting with a smile on his face, his eyebrows, eyes and hair, his demeanor, his clothes and sleeves, all of which are vivid and vivid.

It was Li Xunhuan.

And there was a woman leaning against Li Xun Huan's side, although she only sketched a little outline, it could still be seen that it was Lin Shiyin herself.

In the lower right corner of the portrait, Lin Shiyin mentioned a line of beautiful small characters.

'Enter the gate of my lovesickness, and know that my lovesickness is bitter. Long lovesickness is long lovesickness, short lovesickness is infinite. "

"Cousin, are you okay?"

Lin Shiyin looked at him with a smile on her lips.

Li Xun Huan gently stroked the top of her hair.

"it is good."

The servant who came to look for someone just came forward, saluted, and told Li Lao Hanlin's instructions.

Li Xunhuan and Lin Shiyin walked through many corridors together, and entered Li Lao Hanlin's study.

As soon as the two of them stood still, they heard Li Lao Hanlin sternly reprimanded him.

"Lin Shiyin, you are guilty!"

Lin Shiyin was so frightened that her thin body couldn't help trembling slightly.

But Li Xunhuan frowned.

"Father, what are you talking about?"

"What's wrong with my cousin?"

Li Laohanlin ignored Li Xunhuan, his eyes were burning, he stared at Lin Shiyin's face, not letting go of her expression.

Lin Shiyin slowly calmed down, and she saluted slowly.

"Shiyin doesn't know what you mean."

Old Li Hanlin snorted coldly and said, "You are suspected of colluding with Du Ruhui to assassinate Mr. Wang Zhi, the governor of the West Factory. Someone has testified that Wang Zhi is on his way to Li Yuan to arrest you."

"Are you guilty?"

Lin Shiyin was stunned for a moment, then knelt down on her knees.

She raised her head slightly, her eyes stared straight at Li Lao Hanlin, frank and clear.

"I, Lin Shiyin, swear, I have never done such a thing, let alone know Du Ruhui."

"It's even the first time I've heard of Shiyin, the Governor of the West Factory Wang Zhi you mentioned."

She shook her head lightly.

"Shiyin is free to follow you to practice, know the difference between good and evil, and understand the way of women, why would you do such inhuman and vicious things?"

A teardrop fell gently to the ground.

"I don't know who Shiyin has offended and slandered me so much?"

When Li Xunhuan saw her condition, he lowered his eyes slightly, his long eyelashes covered the fleeting smile in his eyes, he raised the corner of his robe, and knelt beside Lin Shiyin.

He whispered earnestly: "Father, Shiyin is just an ordinary woman in the boudoir, how can she do what you said?"

"I'm afraid there is something else hidden about this matter."

Li Lao Hanlin held his hands behind his back, remained silent, and only observed Lin Shiyin carefully, seeing that the corners of her eyes were reddish, filled with sorrow and desolation, a stone in his heart was finally let go.

Although he didn't believe that Lin Shiyin had the ability to assassinate Wang Zhi, he had to test it out before he could feel relieved.

After decades of intrigue in the temple, but now he is recuperating at home with illness, some habits have already penetrated into the bone marrow, and he cannot extricate himself.

"Get up."

Old Hanlin Li softened his tone and said softly.

"I know Shiyin that you are smart and well-behaved since you were young, and you will never do such a big disgraceful thing, but you are afraid that you will be deceived by villains when you are young and ignorant."

Li Xunhuan helped Lin Shiyin to stand up, and carefully wiped away the tears from her eyes.

The dark to almost emerald green eyes looked at her deeply, gentle and soft.

"Shiyin, don't be afraid."

Lin Shiyin's heart seemed to be pricked lightly by a needle wrapped in honey, and tears rolled down involuntarily.

Her body softened and she fell into Li Xun Huan's arms, her slender fingers grabbed the hem of his chest, sobbing hard.

Cousin, do you know how much I love you.

Even if I die, I want you to remember me forever.

I'm sorry, cousin.

This is my love.

Lin Shiyin's love.

Li Xunhuan patted Lin Shiyin's back lightly.

"Shiyin, don't be afraid."

"I'll always be by your side."

Upon seeing this, Old Hanlin Li heaved a long sigh.

"Shiyin, I'm afraid you've been affected by my Li family this time." "You might as well go with Xun Huan."

"Come back after I find out who framed you."

Lin Shiyin slowly stood up from Li Xunhuan's embrace, and said hoarsely: "No matter what the cause is, Shiyin only knows that Shiyin is innocent, so no one can convict Shiyin."

"Shiyin won't run away, won't hide, I'm right here, waiting for that Lord Wang Zhiwang to come."

"I want to follow him to the capital, and let the Holy One give me the truth."

"Shiyin must not trap you and my cousin in a place of infidelity because of me."

"It's better for the jade to be broken than for it to be broken."

The girl was thin and thin, and the corners of her eyes looked like tears, but her expression was stubborn, firm, and there was no room for compromise.

Old Li Hanlin's hands shook slightly.

"Good boy."

Thousands of words, all kinds of pity, but finally turned into a sentence that came out of the mouth.

Lin Shiyin saluted deeply.

"Thank you."

****

That night.

The bright moon hangs high, and the stars are like diamonds.

Lin Shiyin found Li Xunhuan in the middle of the night, and together they listened to the wind, danced and watched the moon while drinking in front of the pavilion.

Li Xunhuan is holding a flute, the moonlight is like practice, the sound of the flute is quiet, the young body is like a green bamboo, eyebrows are slightly lowered, and the brilliance is restrained, but Lin Shiyin's heart seems to be deep in a dream, unable to separate.

With mixed thoughts, Lin Shiyin stretched out her hand to hold Li Xun Huan's palm. Her fingers were slender and cold, like a piece of cold jade carving. The cold Li Xun Huan raised his eyes to look at her.

"Cousin, how about you and I being together forever?"

Li Xun Huan put down the flute in his hand, smiled faintly, his brows were clear and handsome, his eyes were gentle and flexible, always full of pleasant hope.

He didn't speak, but gently held Lin Shiyin's fingers.

Then he lowered his head slightly and kissed her forehead.

Warm and soft like never before, tender and lingering like never before.

Lin Shiyin's body couldn't help shaking.

She seemed to have been waiting for this kiss for a long, long time.

From the beginning of the world, until now, through countless spaces and times, exhausted all the strength to struggle, and finally waited for this kiss.

She closed her eyes and burst into tears.

The author has something to say:

It’s still in the middle of the night today. Do you believe it? I’ve always believed that there are no purely bad people and no purely good people. Things happen for a reason, and everyone has the Holy Spirit.