Qinglian Snow Heavy

Tong Siming.Every time she thinks about it deeply, Qinglian's heart hurts even more.

However, if it's just like this, it's fine. After all, the nostalgia of holding hands in the sunset, the smoothness of Fengjun in the light rain, and the rhythm of the two people's hearts, these are all real.As long as Jiarui has been kind to Qinglian by one point, Qinglian will remember ten points, and slowly forget the other nine points. Qinglian is such a person.With Jiarui's incomparably tender love, Qinglian can gradually forget the hurt she suffered before, the hatred in the past life and the present life, but she can't tolerate the lover's deception again after the two met frankly.

Faced with Jiarui's surging love expression, Qinglian's small boat of flowers and leaves has long been overturned, not to mention that the two of them still have the closest fit, the ecstasy of death, Qinglian still remembers that Jiarui stays in his body The scorching temperature seemed to be burned into the soul, becoming an indelible trace.But Qinglian couldn't bear Jiarui's tenderness to her and at the same time using her to plot again.

Qinglian laughed at herself, if it wasn't for Brother Yu rushing into Lantai to question that day, Jiarui imprisoned herself in Lantai, made promises and turned her back while forcing Grandpa to death, I am afraid that she would never know the truth the truth.However, it is not uncommon to say that there is a misunderstanding between the two, but is it really just luck?

In the past, it was like dying yesterday, but even if it was a death, there would be corpses all over the place. Even if the corpses turned into smoke and dissipated, it would be tomorrow's event.You can't get your mind yesterday, you can't get your mind today, but you can't get your mind tomorrow, and where will tomorrow be?This love is hard, this hatred is hard to get rid of, Jiarui is drifting away in Qinglian's heart, in the final analysis, such misfortune is due to the love that sprouted from hatred, and cannot get blessings.

自由

Qinglian sat hugging her knees against the wooden frame for a long time, until she calmed down the sadness and resentment in her heart, picked up the flute that fell on the ground, and tried to play again.Even though there were many failures before, Qinglian still did not give up and pursued his lost music art, because it was the only one she had. Qinglian did not want to lose this skill and then relied on Jiarui to live the life of a caged bird.Qinglian wanted to fly out of this golden silk cage, find his mother, and then go back to Yueguo together.

In Jingyi's dreams, Qinglian always sees the blue sea, the emerald green bamboo forest, the bright moon and the sky, and the swaying Buddha flowers. This is a peach garden, the place where Yan Lan grew up, and maybe her final destination .Qinglian misses her father and elder brother very much, but she can't face it in her heart. As long as Qinglian thinks of her father and brother's strict teaching and grandpa's kind treatment, and she is not from the Tong family blood, Qinglian will feel sad and guilty.

It turned out that everything was a blessing given by God by mistake. At this time, Qinglian felt that she and her mother were rescued from Tongfeng Tower and kept in Tong's house because of Tong Yi's great favor. Qinglian could no longer accept it calmly.Now that the kindness of nurturing cannot be repaid, but Tong Siming was killed, Qinglian felt that she had no face and went back to Tong's Mansion.But where can Qinglian go if she doesn't go back to the Tongfu, she wants to escape from the confinement of the imperial palace, but Qinglian finds that she has nowhere to go.

In such a situation, how can the word "sorrow" be used? All kinds of emotions are like the sobbing flute sound, which blends the gloom and desolation of the night in the autumn rain.The flute is no better than the flute, Qinglian's hands are hanging down on her chest, her badly injured left shoulder is not as painful as it is.The fingers that had broken their armor have all grown back, but now there is no bosom friend to listen to the music.But the tune of coming and going, Qinglian still unconsciously played "The Cold River and Remnant Snow", all the evil fate that cannot be let go may really be doomed.

The melancholy music is like the mist rising from the cold river, shrouded in the cold snow and ice, the music is long and long, and its life is whistling, like complaints like admiration, like weeping like complaints, and the lingering sounds are endless.The remote artistic conception in the sound of the flute comes from the skill of the player to control the qi. Only those who have a long and uninterrupted breath can play the flute superbly.Although Di Xiao's family doesn't like it, Qinglian is considered to be a leader in Xiao's skill, but now she is weak, powerful and lifeless.

Qinglian tried her best to hold her breath and play, at the beginning it seemed like she was at the right time, and she played fairly steadily, but after a few ups and downs of the melody, Qinglian felt short of breath, holding on to the end of the phrase, there was always a kind of unbearable feeling The feeling of suffocation, the tip of the tongue is numb.Finally, after the long slides, the music was interrupted by a rush of coughing.

Qinglian coughed anxiously, and Xiao fell from her hand to the ground. Qinglian supported the instrument shelf and slowly slid down, with one hand tightly clutching the skirt of her chest, pressing it hard, as if this could block the moment The blood hole that swallowed the breath, and brought the air back into the chest cavity.But the coughing could not be stopped, as if to drain Qinglian's last ounce of vitality, after a while, the snow-white carpet was sprinkled with a little bit of blood.

Buti was walking around anxiously outside, because he felt that Qinglian's illness today was different from the past, and why it hadn't recovered after so long.Finally Buti couldn't bear it and rushed into the music room, only to see Qinglian curled up on the ground with her arms around her chest, leaning against the corner of the wall in a small ball.Buti hurried over, helped Qinglian to sit up with difficulty, and helped to smooth the air.

Qinglian's panting and coughing was like a flood bursting a bank, it couldn't stop, every time she coughed, blood spurted out of her mouth, and Buti was still a child who hadn't grown up, so she panicked all of a sudden.At night, there were only three people left in Lantai, and they wanted to call Wang Li for help, but they couldn't let go of Qinglian, so Buti had to hug Qinglian's shoulder tightly and tried to help him back to the room.

Qinglian leaned against the wooden frame and gradually stood up, but her face was covered with a layer of bluish gray caused by suffocation, her eyes turned black, and she gradually became confused.Perhaps it was the death net that opened suddenly, and the covering darkness made Qinglian gradually hallucinate, and the images that flashed before her half-closed and half-opened eyes were so clear.But it was that person back and forth, all that night, Qinglian seemed to be frightened, and suddenly cried, "Your Majesty, don't, we can't do this..." "Jiarui, let me go , I hate you!", "Ah! What face do I have!"...

Because of the delirium, Qinglian had hallucinations in front of her eyes, and the hands surrounded by Buti also began to struggle unconsciously.Qinglian's near-death struggle just hit the most painful point in Buti's heart: All the evil results now, the cause of Master Qinglian's pain, turned out to be because of my frame at the beginning!Buti cried bitterly with regret.

Seeing Qinglian being haunted by the nightmare of being raped at the beginning, Buti felt deeply regretful, if it wasn't for him, how could things be like this now.Buti could no longer withstand the condemnation of his conscience, supported Qinglian's crumbling body, knelt down in front of her, and cried, "My lord, wake up, it's not your fault! It's me, it's me!" You were given the aphrodisiac Acacia in your medicine that night, and you were given... Young Master Qinglian, I'm sorry!" Buti was about to kowtow to Qinglian.

At that time, the truth of catering to courtship was revealed, and Qinglian, who was still crying just now, froze for a moment, and suddenly looked at Buti quietly.Seeing Qinglian come back to her senses, Buti hurriedly kowtowed desperately, and then said "I'm sorry", but at this moment, Qinglian suddenly threw off Buti, rushed to the door, and cried, "Ah! Why? It's all about me—"

Qinglian's action frightened Buti and froze for a moment, and when she realized it, Qinglian had already stumbled and ran downstairs.As if the accusation of unfair fate in her chest was about to break through her flesh and blood, Qinglian frantically wanted to escape from this cold and cruel world, and escape from this fate of being imprisoned and crucified on the rack.

While coughing, he leaned on the railing and ran downstairs, the blood and long hair drifting backwards with the emerald light overflowing from his forehead.Qinglian has never run like this before when she grew up so big. When she was in Tongfeng Building, she was taught to behave gracefully and softly. Perhaps running like this can be regarded as a moment of freedom.

The sound of Qinglian's footsteps alarmed Wang Li who was dozing on the second floor, but when he realized it, Qinglian had already run downstairs.The footsteps sounded like Qinglian's amplified pulsation, reverberating in the empty and cold Lantai, deafening, and by the time Wang Li came back to his senses, Qinglian had long since disappeared.

Wang Li and Buti rushed downstairs almost at the same time, and saw Qinglian plunge into the rain curtain, making a muffled sound, but the anxious Buti was pulled away by Wang Li.Qinglian ignited her life and escaped from Lantai Prison desperately, but crashed into Jiarui's arms, maybe this is the destiny.

The bleak "Snow on the Cold River" has already attracted Jiarui to stop for a long time, and he couldn't bear to leave under the eaves of the Lantai. The familiar rhyme seems to be able to find the trace of the two people's heart.Watching every day, Jiarui knew that Qinglian was sick and disintegrated, and the music was intermittent, but he didn't know that Qinglian was struggling with life and death in the music room just now.Jiarui was just quietly guarding in the dark alone, feeling the close distance of her lover, and entrusting her thoughts far away in the world, but she didn't know whether the sky would pity him or blame him, in the end Qinglian was still herself. cast a net.

let go

Qinglian desperately ran towards the long-awaited freedom as if she was burning with her life, and rushed into Jiarui's arms with a ball of fire, and the fire in her heart was slowly extinguished.In the cold wind and rain, Jia Rui has been waiting under the eaves for a long time, and his body is already cold.Recently, I knelt in the rain to pray for my sins. No matter how healthy a person is, they can’t bear the self-sufficiency every day. Therefore, when Jiarui was hit by Qinglian unexpectedly, he couldn’t stand still and fell to the ground, while Qinglian Lian crashed into her arms.

in the arms is that person