Hidden Sword Kills the fish-lipped Jiluo

"Auntie, Auntie~ I have finished reading my book, can you return the drawing to me?"

The plum tree lowered its branches, and in the late autumn, beside the forest in the suburbs, the woman seemed to come from the north, with half of her face buried in a ring of ferret fluff inlaid on the neckline.

She doesn't look old, and even when she raised her head, she was as beautiful as a poet's writing.It's just that the long snow-white hair is not tied, after all, it has some traces of time.

"... A boy, what kind of girl's house do you draw? Don't you think it's a sissy?"

The little boy put his hips on his hips and said angrily: "The teacher in the private school said that it is the duty of a man to solve the family's worries and difficulties! I helped the second sister draw the picture because she was afraid that she would be tired!"

There was a soft smile, and I wanted to tease the child again, but I caught a sound of stepping on the snow, the smile faded slightly, and returned the pattern to the child.

"Continue to study for me tomorrow, and I won't treat you to osmanthus cake after you run away from me."

Hearing this, the child who was planning to leave forever, nodded with difficulty: "I'll see you tomorrow, Auntie..."

A row of small footprints stretched from the pile of fallen leaves to the water town not far away. The frost-haired woman seemed to be used to half-lidded eyes, turning her head,

"You said you were going to leave more than ten years ago, how many times have you come to say goodbye to me now?"

"It's only the third time, but it's only three times. This is the last time I ask you, do you want to go with me?" It was a woman in a dark blue dress who spoke, she walked almost silently, and her whole body was hidden in a sheath The sharp blade is always ready to wipe your throat and kill you.

The frost-haired woman turned her face sideways and let out a soft nasal voice: "How can you be sure that I will finally decide to go with you?"

"Only you and I come from the same place, don't we?"

"I just think that most of us have the same style of painting, and according to the development of the plot, shouldn't it be that you found true love in this world full of male gods and left behind to have children?"

The woman in the dark blue dress frowned and said seriously: "Don't make trouble, it's enough to be close and dedicated, not to mention that you have been walking around hearing the sound of the piano all these years, it seems that you don't plan to continue anymore, I will wait for you for another day , At this time tomorrow, if you don't come to me, I will leave by myself."

I reached out and groped lightly to touch the rough branch of the plum tree. Because of the early cold weather, small flower buds formed on it. I broke off a branch and put it under my nose, but I couldn't smell anything.

"You don't have to wait that long. I'm not like you. My feelings have already been deeply rooted. I don't just leave when I say leave."

"What's the point of you staying?"

"Then what does the world I go to mean to me?"

Relatively silent, gloomy, dull eyes raised, and then slowly said: "This place of peace of mind is my hometown."

Tang Zhenxin sighed: "...Don't say I left you when the time comes."

The frost-haired woman handed her the plum branch in her hand: "Although it hasn't opened yet, you should be able to live for a few days with some water and put it in a vase. Time is running out, this is a big dream, and you should bring something back home."

"Thank you." Tang Zhenxin flipped his hand and took out a moon-melting bamboo umbrella, and replaced it with plum branches: "It's snowing, you hurt others and yourself with this heart sword, take care of yourself."

"Safe journey."

Slowly open the umbrella, listening to the sound of footsteps going away, it seems that only the sound of falling snow is left between the sky and the earth.

Looking back on half of my life, some people have their own lives after fighting side by side. Some people say they want to walk with themselves, but they are not the right person after all.

And the person who hides his deep attachment always makes people unable to distinguish between illusion and reality.

So I am used to walking alone, and there will always be young people who are infatuated with admiration along the way, and they will always decline in return.

because--

Everyone has a grave in his heart, where a widow is buried.

……

Qin Chuan.

Qinchuan is a water town in the south of the Yangtze River. Due to the business travelers traveling from south to north, it is slightly larger than the average town, and it is calm and peaceful with a bookish atmosphere unique to water towns.

"...That is the carriage of Ouyang's family."

"That's right, it's the memorial day for Mrs. Ouyang's grave again. Master Ouyang should come back."

"Ms. Ouyang is pitiful enough. She went crazy for some reason a few years ago. She always said that her son is not a son. In the end, she was so sick that she lost her mind and went away in a daze..."

"If you want me to say, Master Ouyang is so knowledgeable and reasonable, if you trade that stinky boy in our family, it will be considered that my ancestors have accumulated virtue."

While passers-by were discussing, a little boy squeezed through the crowd, made a sharp turn, and muttered something.

"It's over, it's over, let the second sister know that I will definitely have my ears twisted when I come home so late because I like to eat the pine nut candy in my aunt's hand..."

I took a shortcut and ran into an alley, and suddenly saw my classmates approaching in a group with a playful smile on their faces. When they saw a child, they stopped him with a sway, and said with a smile:

"It's the little daughter-in-law who came home so early, why don't you go and see the widow of the Qin family with us?"

"Who is that?"

"We are the number one beauty in Qinchuan. It's just that her husband's family was strictly controlled when she was alive. It doesn't matter now. I made a bet with them. If this widow is really prettier than my eldest cousin, I will lose a book to each of them." Picture album~ How about it, Young Master Fang, do you want to take a gamble too?"

These classmates are two years older than the child, but the topic of whether a woman is beautiful or not is just what everyone says, and their mischievous nature just explodes. They just see the child not coming home after the gate control time, so naturally they want to hurt him to watch the excitement.

"Go, go, who is as boring as you."

"Poor thing, Lan Sheng has never seen a beautiful woman, and he can only marry a tigress like his second sister in the future!" Along with the laughter, a group of leather children began to boo.

The child blushed: "My second sister is not a tigress, who said I have never seen... What kind of woman, my aunt is a hundred times more beautiful than your poor cousin! Ten thousand times!"

"Your father is a monk, where did your aunt come from! Talk nonsense..."

The child wanted to refute again, but suddenly heard a soft call from behind.

"Xiao Lan?"

As soon as the child turned around and saw the person, he immediately beamed with joy, and yelled crisply——

"Brother Shaogong!"

The caller was a young man of sixteen or seventeen years old. As soon as he appeared, the children who were pulling the children stopped.

In their impression, this young man's demeanor had already given them the feeling of an 'adult'. In front of an adult, they naturally had to behave a little better, glanced at each other, and said goodbye hastily.

As soon as the crowd dispersed, the child wrinkled his nose and ran over to the young man, "Brother Shaogong and the others bullied me. What kind of widow cousin is not as good-looking as my aunt anyway."

The young man smiled helplessly: "Aunt, where did you make up nonsense, be careful that your second sister is pulling your ears again."

Thinking of the second sister, the child's neck shrank, but he still straightened his waist and said stubbornly: "The sweet-scented osmanthus cake made by my aunt is very delicious. I will read the story to her, and she will give her some snacks."

"what book?"

The child smacked his lips and recalled the little snacks made by his aunt, but he didn't notice the strangeness of the book his aunt gave him at all: "Well, what is the untie skirt, the red makeup in the tent... Although I don't understand what it is, I know the words on it oh!"

Young man: "..."

After a moment of silence, he felt that the child had met some terrible person, so the young man said slowly, "Xiao Lan, it's better not to get in touch with such people in the future. If you like dim sum, your second sister is also good at cooking."

Naturally, the child made up his mind to obey and obey, and when he saw that it was getting late, he hurriedly waved his hand and left: "Anyway, if the second sister asks, just say that I went to study with brother Shaogong, so the second sister will definitely not go to school." You will come to beat me again, Brother Shaogong, you have to keep it secret for me, and I will come to play with you tomorrow."

"it is good."

Watching the child go far away, a trace of coldness came from his face, and when he looked up, he saw that it was falling snow.

The snow fell earlier this year.

Jiangnan is supposed to have less snow, but she came so early this year, I don't know if she has seen it.

Now it's like retribution, going to the poor and falling to the underworld, although the current situation may not be willing to see it, but he doesn't like this feeling of being lost at all.

Some people say that fate is fragile, you play with fate, be careful to play all fate.

The young man's popularity seems to be very good, when he was walking on the street, someone gave him an oiled paper umbrella to keep him out of the snow, and asked him with a smile when he was getting married, since he was getting older.

He always smiled and replied that he wanted to study, but he didn't want to start a family.

"I said Shaogong, if you have a character like yours, if you come back from your study tour this time, you can choose which of the girls who have not left the cabinet in these two rivers and three places. Even if your family doesn't urge you, you should have it yourself." So realize, don’t make your classmates worry about you too.”

It was another scholar of the same age who was talking. He had planned to introduce his sister to this outstanding classmate, but unfortunately, this person was still not enlightened, so he had no choice but to say: "Yes, Mr. Shaogong Naturally, it must match the peerless beauty in the painting... the woman."

The last word weakened, and the scholar stared blankly behind the young man, unable to close his mouth for a while.

The young man was slightly puzzled, and when he looked back, he happened to see a woman in snow fur who lowered the edge of her umbrella to cover her face. What was surprising was that she had long snow-white hair.

Dazed, she let her slowly walk up the bridge and walked past her, as peaceful as falling snow.

I can hear your footsteps among a thousand people, but you don't recognize my frosty twilight.

...I've waited too long, am I getting old?

The woman gave a light smile and continued walking.

But she didn't see the look of the young man on the bridge stopping and looking back.

Thoughtful.

……

Wumengling Valley in southern Xinjiang.

Snowflakes fluttered and fell on the bloody ground.

Childish eyes full of blood fell on them, terrified and numb.

His hands were so painful that he lost feeling, mechanically calling the names of the corpses over and over again.

Even if there is a small voice echoing, that's fine.

But even this Luoxue made no sound.

His little hands were already blue from the cold, and the heat in his body was slowly draining away.

The child thought, this is also good, maybe, mother is waiting for me below.

Until an outer garment fell on him and wrapped it up, the child saw a white-haired and handsome man squatting down, and the palms pressed on his back kept sending out waves of warmth, looking at him.

"Son, don't sleep."

"Immortal... Are you here to take me away... Take me to see my mother, okay..."

The white-haired and handsome man was silent for a moment, then sighed: "...my name is Zi Yin, and you will be my apprentice in the future."

The author has something to say: It is recommended to listen to Xiaoquer's Koi copy this song, it feels quite appropriate.

The lines of Liuyue City's group of four are interspersed, and the ancient 1 is opened first.

As for the painting style, you have to understand that Aunt Xue's nature is serious and she will definitely die in a few days.