long distance

"Big sister, my parents are not here today, I don't have any money for you, can I exchange something I like with you?" Su Xiaoyi looked at Ling Guang pitifully.

"It's okay to give it to you." Ling Guang smiled slightly, and she couldn't help being stunned the next moment, when did she start laughing like this?The lingering charm has faded away, and it has been stained with distant mountains and light mist.

"Big sister, come with me!" Su Xiaoyi blinked mysteriously, pulled Ling Guang up and ran in one direction.

The scenery moved in an instant, the winding path turned, Su Xiaoyi blushed, and panting, "This is it! Xiaoyi buried some treasures under that tree, and the big sister is sitting here waiting for me." !"

After speaking, he ran under a tree and started digging.Ling Guang looked at Su Xiaoyi's excited back in a daze for a moment, no one had ever been so naive and defenseless against anyone, and he could ignore everything when he was reckless.

Ling Guang saw that she didn't seem to be successful after digging for a while, so he got up and looked around.

Strangely, this scenery is somewhat familiar, even if a hundred years have passed, it seems that there is not much change from the memory.Where is this?here……

Ling Guang strolled to a window. The huge window lattice allowed people in the house to clearly see a pool of hibiscus outside the house. Every summer, he must stay in the house without going out to feel the beauty of midsummer. bustling.

"!!" Thinking of this, Ling Guang suddenly had a white light flash in his mind, Furong Pond, this piece of Furong Pond!That's right, how could she forget that the land she was stepping on right now was the place where the guards came down to pick her up.

It was here that she reluctantly parted with Su Fangmu and returned to Qishan to join the battle.Then, isn't this room exactly... the room Su Fangmu lived in back then.

"Big sister, I found it! Look!" Su Xiaoyi hurried over with a white cloth covered in mud, but was dumbfounded. There was no big sister on the stone bench, "Big sister, go Where is it, big sister—"

Su Xiaoyi let go of her voice and yelled, but Ling Guang was nowhere to be seen, and her ears hurt suddenly in a hurry.

"Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!"

"It hurts? Knowing it hurts and making yourself like this again." The young master in Chinese clothes held a fan in one hand and his sister's ear in the other and walked towards the study, poor Xiaoyi was forced to follow closely.

"No brother, I saw a beautiful big sister today, and I brought her home!!"

"What are you dreaming, you little idiot in the blue sky? If our family sees guests coming into the house, we will have served tea and wine long ago. How can it be your turn to entertain them?" Young Master Qi looked at his sister helplessly, Finally, he couldn't bear to let go, and hugged Su Xiaoyi up. "Go and check your homework yesterday, you're lazy again when I'm not here."

Su Xiaoyi replied in dissatisfaction, "I don't have one!" But she was still depressed about Cai Lingguang's matter in her heart, and she was still holding the face mask she gave her, why did the person disappear in broad daylight?The servant didn't see her either... Could it be that he had run into a ghost?

After they left, Ling Guang slowly showed his figure. It wasn't that she wanted to deceive that lovely girl, but that she hoped that she could properly feel the unforgettable person in her heart.

Ling Guang walked around the path to the main entrance of the house, and entered through the door effortlessly.

This room seems to have been unoccupied for many years, but the furnishings in the house are as before.However, there is no accumulation of dust in the ground and wall cabinets, which shows that people often come to clean them.Ling Guang greedily looked at each piece of decoration in the house, and every scene and every scene began to be crocheted out of her thoughts that had been dusty for a hundred years, and they were magnified and presented in front of her.Who changed the wet wipes for whom in that place countless times, and who played piano music for whom on the carpet all night...

The afternoon sun quietly penetrated the window lattice, sprinkled on the display racks in the house, and coated those ancient objects with a layer of light golden soft light.Ling Guang stood between the lights and shadows, as if time had overlapped, in front of him was a brand new world a hundred years later, and behind him was a retrospective flow of a hundred years ago.

The line of sight seemed to fall uncontrollably on a wooden box with a stone lock on the bottom shelf. Ling Guang stood there watching until the originally bright light gradually turned westward, and the whole room began to gradually dim. She took a lead-like step and came to the wooden box.It was a wooden box that she had seen a long time ago when she was still in Anning Village.

The branches and leaves of crabapple blossoms are entangled with Jingyan, but Ling Guang can recognize that this is not the box in Anning Village.Think about it too, how can there be anything that can last a hundred years?I don't know who has the heart. When the wood is rotten, they order people to rebuild it. They insist on the same pattern and the same stone lock.Until now, I still can't tell whether it is a touch of obsession, or a lantern to lead the lost to find their home.

When the hand caressed the circle of crabapple flowers, it undoubtedly trembled.The stone lock fell, the wooden box was opened, and a burst of simple woody fragrance filled the nostrils.Ling Guang frowned slightly, the huge box was empty, so what's the point of putting the woody incense here?

The bottom of the wooden box gradually fainted with little water stains, and whimpers sounded intermittently in the room where the setting sun shone.

Empty boxes... empty boxes...

How could it be an empty box?No, not empty.

It was filled with a woman's lifelong longing, Chen Chen's longing.

Ling Guang sat kneeling on the ground, the box slipped from her lap, with a "click", as if it touched something, then Ling Guang watched as a partition in the wooden box came loose and the contents fell out. , rolled down for a week before stopping at her side.

A phoenix feather is vividly attached to the water-permeable jade with emerald green, the lid of the box was loosened by the shock just now, slightly revealing the bright red color inside, and the fragrance of Liquan is wafting away.

Ling Guang could no longer control his inner emotions, covering his eyes and crying loudly.

Hundreds of years of time erosion, all the things that carried all the memories of her and Su Fangmu were destroyed one by one, only this box of rouge named "Long Li", because it belongs to the fairy family, was spared.

With such a big wooden box, how many things did Su Fangmu keep for her?The little clothes she wore when she was long away?The bunny cup I bought for her?Or did she trick the pharmacy clerk into giving her the white peony root...

In those nights that were as quiet as death, did Su Fangmu rely on those things to support himself?

Ling Guang, you are an asshole.

Knowing that this is the ending, why did you go to provoke her in the first place?If there is no response, it will last for a long time, she will finally be relieved one day, and the short-term pain is better than such a hard support until death, and there is no one waiting for her to think about it day and night.

The fragrance of Liquan has already diffused into the room, and everyone said that wine made from Liquan has a more intense aroma, and drinking it can make people forget their worries, but Ling Guang now feels that this statement is simply absurd.

If this fragrance forgets worries, why can't it relieve that person's worries for a lifetime?

Ling Guang didn't know how he got back to Qishan Temple.She just felt that all her strength was drained, and she floated back to Qishan only by relying on her divine breath.

"Where did you go? Why didn't you say anything?" The supervisor was relieved a little because Ling Guang returned on time, but now he raised it again when he saw the expression on Ling Guang's face.

Ling Guang didn't look at her, but walked quickly with the things in his hands tightly.

Where are you going?Where can I go?Why did he suddenly feel that the seven treasures and jade inlaid on this temple are so dazzling, and the Xifeng Liuguang Temple built for comfort is so cold and silent.

She always felt that Su Fangmu was her doom, and she, wasn't Su Fangmu's biggest evil fate in this life?

In the dry valley behind Anning Village, who left the entrustment?Hundreds of boxes of rouge were placed on the narrow haystack, and most of them were rotten. It can be seen that in the past hundreds of years, people have added them every year and never stopped.

This feeling is so deep, how can I express it?

She couldn't even find Su Fangmu's tomb. She searched every inch of buried people in the outskirts of Luocheng, but there was no trace.It wasn't until the moment when she was exhausted and slumped on the cold ground in the mountains, and the night wind blew on her face, did she clearly realize that Su Fangmu... was really gone.

Su Fangmu had already gone with the wind, leaving her alone, forever lonely in this cold palace.

After hundreds of years of vicissitudes, everything has been turned into flying dust, and there is nothing left.

Nine years of deep love, now all that remains is the rouge accumulated in the hands.

Fortunately, there is still this box of rouge... A faint smile floated on Ling Guang's lips. Without this box of rouge, how could she have survived the cold night on the top of Qishan Mountain.

For many years since then, Ling Guang stayed behind closed doors and declined all visitors, which dissatisfied Shenjun Mengzhang who accidentally wanted to care for his friends but was blocked from the door.

"Let the gods of your family open the door! When this deity comes, she dares to close the door?!"

"Shenjun Mengzhang... please don't embarrass us." A group of little fairies looked at Mengzhang aggrievedly with their big wet eyes blinking.

"It's unreasonable." Meng Zhang was about to put down his demeanor and break in, but saw that the door opened without wind.When the little fairy boys saw Fang Fang, they knew it was their own god, so they dispersed.

When Meng Zhang came to Liuguang Hall, Ling Guang just ordered a small rabbit porcelain cup. Suddenly, the red light in the eyes of the pouting little rabbit turned into a real plush white rabbit, sitting around the mat. Ling Guang jumped up and down.

"You locked yourself in the room all day, just to play with this?" Meng Zhang raised his eyebrows and looked at the white rabbit, somewhat unable to understand Ling Guang's current interest.He waited for a long time without seeing Ling Guang's answer, and finally couldn't hold back and asked, "Why don't you go find her reincarnation?"

"Reincarnation?" Ling Guang just raised his eyes, his long and narrow phoenix eyes were no longer as bright as before, which made Meng Zhang's heart ache.

Ling Guang's lips slowly curled up in an arc, which was regarded as a smile.Then she looked at the white rabbit and said, "After reincarnation, how could it still be her? She once told people that when this life is over, there will be no such person in the world."

"Look at this white rabbit, I am like a white rabbit porcelain cup she gave me back then, but no matter how similar it is, it is not the same as before, isn't it?"

"Just like she can never be Baicao Fairy, she can never be Huoxiang."

"After reincarnation, she is just a stranger who has stored her soul power."

In this world, obsession is the most painful.Su Fangmu's refusal to promise the afterlife seems to be heartless, but in fact he wants to break the obsession of others and save them from eternal suffering.

The white rabbit was still happily running and jumping on the ground, as if it would never know what cruel things happened in this world. A phoenix feather jade box was placed on the incense table, exuding the clear and distant fragrance of Liquan.

Ling Guang and Meng Zhang faced each other silently, speechless for a while.

The wind in Qishan seems to be a bit colder today, is it going to be winter?

The green box of phoenix feathers, the fragrance of sweet grass remains the same.

Under Liu Guang's account, ask Jun Meng how it is.