Encountering the Koi

Shen Yingqiu became more taciturn, depressed all day long, and became more and more haggard.

Shen's father and Shen's mother saw it in their eyes and were anxious in their hearts. When they asked him, he didn't say anything, but just said it was okay.

He invited a doctor and took a look at his body, the doctor thought to himself, Shen Yingqiu's body bones are much stronger than before, and the rheumatic bone disease seems to be cured, but looking at his complexion, he doesn't think so.

So I told Shen's father and Shen's mother, saying: "Don't worry, you two, although Yingqiu's body is not hotter than when the weather is hot, but overall it is not bad; it's just..." Slightly frowned: "This spirit is really poor Very, and he has depression in his heart, so he can't eat and sleep, so it's no wonder his body is not damaged."

Why do you feel depressed?

Why can't I eat or sleep?

If Shen Yingqiu didn't say anything, no one would know that he was suffering from lovesickness.

Hearing what the doctor said, Shen's father and Shen's mother frowned.

This, my son... After thinking about it carefully, they all let out a long sigh.

They attributed Shen Yingqiu's depression to this tormenting illness and the little passing years.

It was almost the Chinese New Year, and after the new year, Shen Yingqiu was one year older.

As I get older, I naturally think more and more.

When the two elders thought of this, their hearts ached.

But there is no way, there are many difficulties in this world.

This "powerlessness" is just the same, and it is very frustrating.

Shen Yingqiu also thought the same way, so he comforted himself: even if there is nothing he can do, why bother to be so entangled, just let nature take its course.

In this way, life will be easier.

Just like him and the demon, one person and one demon, they have different paths, so why do they have to go against the sky?

The demon left, and walked cleanly.

I should also throw away this affection completely.

Can,

But I can't control my heart.

There is always such an extravagant hope that the demon will come back at some point.

Therefore, for so many days, he was doing the only thing he could do.

Wait, wait.

Desperate to wait, but also to wait.

As the new year was approaching, Meng Qingsheng sent a letter from the capital, saying that everything was fine, and that he would not be back for the new year, and asked Shen Yingqiu how he was, and asked him if he had a beautiful woman to accompany him?

After reading it, Shen Yingqiu folded the letter carefully, ground it, picked up a pen, picked up a piece of white paper on the table, spread it out, dipped the pen in ink, and replied to the letter.

He suddenly thought, even if the demon didn't reply, it would be fine if he wrote a letter to himself.

After handing over the written letter to Xiao Si in the Meng Mansion, after Xiao Si took the letter and left, Shen Yingqiu tightened her skirt, stretched out her hand and slowly rubbed the ink, then dipped the pen in the ink, and slowly wrote on the paper: " Shui Qianmo, I miss you." After a short pause, he clicked a small question mark after "you".

I miss you?

New Year's Eve.

In the sound of firecrackers, the year is gone, and the spring breeze brings warmth like Tusu.

The New Year's Eve in Plum Blossom Town was very lively, every household had fireworks and firecrackers, and Shen Yingqiu listened to the sound and felt the festive excitement.

Although a little lonely, but also happy.

For Chinese New Year, you have to be happy.

After the New Year's Eve dinner, he sat and chatted with his family for a long time before returning to his room.

When he arrived at his own small courtyard, he opened the door and went in, watching the silence of the room.

Shen Yingqiu's clear eyes were as silent as stagnant water, without any emotion.

On the Lantern Festival, he lit a Kongming lantern in the yard.

On the lamp was written the sentence he wrote that day.

"Shui Qianmo, I miss you?"

Then he let go of his hand to let it go up, looking at the rising sky lanterns, the corners of Shen Yingqiu's lips slightly raised.

Love is impermanent like wind and snow, but it will die when it moves.

The old man Qingyun looked at Shui Qianmo who was drinking, frowned, and said: "Drunk fish, it's time to turn around, don't get too deep, you are so unclean, how can you cultivate immortality?"

Shui Qianmo remained silent, still drinking the wine dullly.

It may not be seen in the dream, and there is no sadness after a long absence in the world.

He has never dreamed, but since he separated from that person, he always has dreams, and his dreams are all about that person.

I miss him very much, but we must never meet each other.

After parting for a long time, all the pain will gradually be forgotten.

Therefore, don't worry about whether that person will be sad, don't worry about whether he will be unbearable because he left...

Thinking this way, he took another sip of wine, Qingyun looked helpless, and called out: "Drunken fish!"

Shui Qianmo waved his hand and murmured: "A drunken fish, don't disturb my dream." After a pause, she took a sip of wine and said in a low voice, "Shen Yingqiu, don't disturb my dream..."

These words seemed to be addressed to Shen Yingqiu, but more like addressed to herself.

The old man Qingyun raised his beard and looked at the drunk fish with a half-smile.

There was a silent sigh.

It seems that this love disaster is inevitable.

I'm afraid it's hard to tell.

In early spring, it was warm and cold.

Even before Yu Dong left, the world was still bleak and cold.

Shen Yingqiu stopped, sat down on a stone by the side of the road, and rubbed her sore legs.

Looking at the quiet mountain forest along the way, after thinking about it, we are almost there.

Can't help grinning.

That smile seemed warm and expressive in this silence.

Stand up and continue on your way.

Slowly, stepping on the mountain road step by step, all the way to the lake, Shen Yingqiu stopped.

Looking at the lake, he didn't make a sound, nor showed any expression, just staring blankly at the lonely lake in front of him.

Everything is silent, and the lonely shadow is dim.

At this moment, he was suddenly very lonely and uncomfortable.

Taking a deep breath, the sadness welled up in my heart.

Bad monster, are you cultivating at the bottom of this lake?

Here I am, you have thousands of years of Taoism and boundless magic power, can you feel me?

After standing for a long time, there was no sign of Shui Qianmo, not even a single sound, it was still deep and silent.

Shen Yingqiu felt cold and tightened her skirt.

Where else can I find him but here?

he thinks.

That demon wants to cultivate immortality, so why bother?

he asks.

Biting her lower lip, feeling unwilling.

Looking into the distance quietly, his eyes are gloomy, the pain of so many years seems to be indifferent, and he doesn't care anymore.

Even the heart is empty, joy and sorrow are blurred.

No sorrow.

No hi.

no love.

no hate.

What is left of him?

What else in this world is worth worrying about?

Despair, endless despair.

In the world, it seemed that there was no place for him to return to.

What is there to miss in such a life?

Shen Yingqiu took two steps towards the lake, and fell into the lake without even thinking about it.

I only heard a "plop", the sound of falling into the water, piercing this quiet mountain forest.

The body sank little by little. Although it was the beginning of spring, it was still cold, so the lake water was bitingly cold.

Shen Yingqiu vaguely recalled the day when she was rescued by that demon.

At that time, he was pulled out of the lake by him. Although his consciousness was not clear, he clearly remembered that the demon's embrace was very warm.

It's not as cold as it is now.

I really want to be hugged by that monster again.

— Am I going to die?

Can I see Qianmo after death?

Consciousness became hazy, and Shui Qianmo's face became less and less clear in his mind.

——Shemale has different ways, but I insist on trying.

Let's see if you, Shui Qianmo, dare to bet with me.

Shui Qianmo, who was far away in Lingshan, was so drunk that he was unconscious, and he had no perception of Shen Yingqiu's fall into the lake.

It's just that she hides here sadly, drunk in a dream.

And the old man Qingyun, looking at the distant sky, which is the direction of Mochou Lake in Plum Blossom Town, he is bearded and his eyes are squinted.

Why, why are you so decisive?

So desperate to jump into that lake.

That person, a mortal body, is so disregarding life and death.

Even if you know there is no hope, you have to give it a go.

Bet with your life.

This person is really ruthless.

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