[Thunderbolt] Drunken Song Fu

On the top of the gods, the snow kept falling, and the white moon came slowly. He didn't hold an umbrella, and the snow fell on him, but he couldn't tell where the snow was.Holding the wine, Leng Biefu walked step by step, feeling heavy on his heart, "You must feel very chic, you don't even have a word of farewell, and there is no room for negotiation. Just use the most important lawless sword in your life, In exchange for my life, I don't even have time to take a look at your last back."

"You must be as chic as a hero, no, but I don't think it's chic at all, so I just bought this jar of wine to repay you, and it's only worth one jar of wine, just one jar of wine. You were buried in Where? Is it here? Or there? Is it crowded or not? When you were drunk before, you often fell asleep. This snow field is enough to make you turn over."

The speaker's eyes were red, his voice trembled, but he refused to let the tears fall: "I never knew when you started playing the Hujia, I thought it was just a name you pretended to be sad. Unexpectedly, the last thing you left me was this beard, which is very vulgar, but it suits you very well."

In the end, the tears still slipped down and fell on the snow, splashing the ground with sadness: "But, unfortunately, I will hide it well, I am afraid that when I see it, I will think of you. One day, I will find it by accident It, have a good cry, because I know that you have always been there, and you will not stop. You will also understand what kind of life it was like to live without you during this period of time. "

"But no matter what, Leng Biefu will wait for you. Wait for which wine shop you are drunk in, wait for me to drag you back; wait for what kind of ridiculous appearance you use to provoke my temper; wait for what you say? The words of praise and derogation make me feel inexplicably warm. Waiting for you, waiting for you, I will wait for you!"

Waiting for you, waiting for you, the sound is unfinished waiting for you, memories, there are indeed too many, too many to enumerate, too many to say.From the acquaintance to the friendship, several years have passed, from the bottom of the eyes to the heart, the solitary blue lamp on the back, and the beard in the hand, have become the heaviest thing. There is a pot of wine in the rivers and lakes, and there are two springs of friendship.

He was sitting in the snow meditating, but suddenly opened his eyes, picked up the wine jar in front of him and drank it down, disregarding his image and his past, he hated drinking the most: "You said you had something to tell me, I guessed it , I guessed it from the fact that you traded Xia Wu for me!"

"Why? You didn't survive! Why didn't you save your life and tell me yourself? Why? Yan Gexing! Why? This jar of wine belongs to me. You promised me to quit drinking. You can't break your promise, so I will replace you You drink! You always make me angry, this time, it's you who get angry!"

His voice sounded like he was drunk, not far away, Huai Xiao who was standing with an umbrella shook his head and sighed: "I know you value love and righteousness, but I have never seen you so lost. Yan Gexing is really good for you. Is it meaningful?" He tried his best to move the person who was not able to drink, but passed out drunk in the snow, back to Sunset Sand City, listening to the whispers all the way, the word "Yan Ge Xing" became his demon.

Leng Biefu woke up, subconsciously looked at the side, but there was nothing, the familiar scene, but there was no familiar person around.That day, after all, he didn't blow the beard, "You let me play, but I won't. If you can't hear me, come and settle accounts with me!"

Du Zhao Songyue Nei, with a faint whistling sound, Leng Biefu walked back slowly, "This flute originally wanted to wash away the dust for you, but the more I play it, the more I feel that the dust on your body has stained my flute. Leng Biefu let out a sad laugh, expressing his sorrow endlessly: "My friend, don't worry."

"That's right, it's really wasted. I carried you to Sunset Sand City because I wanted you to let go of it. Unexpectedly, you were born with demons and obsessions. The smell of dust is so strong, and it is farewell to the desolate coldness in my mind." There is a lot of talent." "My friend Huaixiao, thank you, I have a lot of peace of mind to have you sing." "Come on, I am not like you, I have so many friends, and they all care."

"But what I lost is more than just the word "friend."

Huai Xiao was silent, and Leng Bie Fu stroked the strings: "Your hard work, Leng Bie Fu will pay you back with a song." "The song you are playing now will definitely make me not flattered, but you still play it , It’s not good to hold back internal injuries.” People, once emotional, are doomed to be trapped by love.

The first sound that was heard after a long time was so faint, like a string from a lifetime ago, and when he plucked it again with his backhand, he burst into tears like a white waterfall three thousand meters high, and he talked endlessly with grief!All kinds of past and present are vivid in my eyes and in my heart, but they are always ethereal.Suddenly, the fingers soaked in blood and the strings were stained red, but the player who played it didn't realize it.

Huai Xiao pressed down on the strings: "That's enough, Leng Biefu, Yan Gexing is dead, I think he is under the Nine Springs, and he definitely doesn't want you to do this. Let it go, please?" Leng Biefu gently pushed away His hand: "I don't know, if he really thinks so, let him come and tell me in person."

Huai Xiao sighed: "Leng Bie Fu, you are a Taoist, you should be the most open-minded about these things about life and death, and the world of mortals, and let it go." My karma, my heart, and my love are all tied to him, you say, how should I let go? How should I look away?"

Huaixiao was silent, and after a song, Leng Biefu got up: "My friend, don't worry, I'm fine. It will take me a while to overcome this obsession. Now, don't try to persuade me, okay?"

In the end, in the end, the Hujia was never blown, and Leng Biefu put the Hujia in the room where Yan Gexing once lived. During the few days of recuperation, the relaxing time came to my heart again, "Yan Gexing, I said You can do it, Hu Jia, Leng Biefu will never play for you, never!" But he didn't think that in the near future, he would regret this persistence.

Since then, Leng Biefu has been staying in Duzhao Songyue, never leaving a step, practicing sword practice every day, drinking tea and playing the piano, just like before.However, Huai Xiao understood that something had changed, "Has your sword changed again?" "This is his sword, he has justice in his heart, if there is a need, Qingdeng Guzhao will not refuse!"

"You shouldn't be in the world of mortals again." "The common people are in trouble, and justice needs someone to do their best. This is an agreement between me and him." Huai Xiao shook his head, secretly thinking that Leng Biefu has become ill with demons, and there is no cure for medicine.