Night Talk Hundred Stories

But he said that Qinghe had drained his blood, and his thoughts gradually became blurred. He could only see that the red jade in his hand became brighter and brighter, and he sucked all the blood surrounding him into the jade, and the red color of the jade became more alluring. It's like sucking up the blood and refusing to give up.

Heh, after sucking so much blood, it didn't grow any bigger at all...

Before closing his eyes, such a thought flashed through Qinghe's mind.

"Little guy...little guy..."

The old voice kept ringing in his ears, Qinghe felt a little troubled, and was about to ask what happened to Hei Yao, but after uttering "Hei..." he realized something was wrong, and immediately opened his eyes.

What came into view was a kind old woman's face, Qinghe was a little dazed, looked around, and found himself lying on a shallow beach, the thick black tide kept beating the river bank, and there was a large fiery red beauty on the bank. The flowers are in full bloom, forming one after another, almost filling the sky.

Seeing that Qinghe's eyes fell on the slender and beautiful flowers, the old woman smiled and said, "That's the Bana flower, and today happens to be the first year they bloom."

"100 years?" Qinghe asked in confusion, and met the old woman's smiling eyes in puzzlement. The old woman nodded, and then pointed to the sea of ​​flowers: "Look."

Qinghe looked in the direction she pointed, and saw that the flowers were withering rapidly. First, the dazzling and gorgeous red gradually dimmed to grayish white, and then the straight flower stems bent down as if losing energy in an instant. The petals floated to the ground, spreading gray and white, covering all the broken flower stems.The flaming flowers that were originally flaming in the field of vision turned into decay in just a moment.

"Oh!" Qinghe couldn't help exclaiming in a low voice, and saw that the gray and white suddenly became transparent, and the withered petals turned into countless tiny light spots and dissipated little by little. A large piece of emerald green leaves grew crazily, and when the light spots dissipated, the green leaves unfolded piece by piece, forming a blue sea.

Seeing the surprise on Qinghe's face, the old woman explained again: "This is Manzhushahua, with flowers but no leaves, and leaves but no flowers."

The flowers of the other shore bloom on the other shore, only the flowers are seen, but the leaves are not seen, and life and death are staggered.

Qing He was stunned, and suddenly understood, looking at his hand, there was no trace of the ruby ​​that was originally held in the palm of his hand, only a bright red peach blossom imprint was left on the palm of his hand, Qing He wiped it vigorously with his hands, but the imprint was like a natural one. What I bring is ordinary, and I can't wipe it off.

Qing He looked at the old woman, and said respectfully, "Mother-in-law, where is this place?"

"You dare to come here even if you don't know where it is?" The old woman smiled and said, "This is Wangchuan, and that river is Wangchuan River."

Qinghe glanced at the turbulent black river, and said, "Grandma, I'm here to find someone."

The old woman said: "I know, I've been on this river for a long time, and everyone who comes here is looking for someone." She stood up and walked slowly towards the river, saying as she walked: " No matter where you go to find anyone, you have to follow my old lady across the Wangchuan River, just follow me."

Qing He hurriedly got up and followed behind the old woman, watching the old woman standing on the bank and stomping her feet, a huge fish suddenly leaped out of the river, with one eye as tall as Qing He's.The old woman said again: "How can I leave when you look like this?"

The fish immediately turned into a carved wooden boat, but the size could only accommodate four people, the old woman beckoned to Qinghe: "Come up."

Qing He thought for a while, then boarded the boat and said, "Grandmother, where are we going?"

"Go to where you want to go." The old woman responded from the stern of the boat, and then gave Qinghe a look, "There is a penny in the bow, you hold on to it."

Qinghe went to the bow and picked up the penny, but he was a little bit troubled, had he ever seen this thing before?For a while, he just held the penny in a daze and didn't move.

The old woman lost her patience, "Let's go, aren't you going to find someone?"

Qing He pursed his lips, and looked at the old man very embarrassed: "Sorry, I won't..."

"What's so difficult about it." The old woman simply sat down at the stern and said, "Put that penny in the water and just row back!"

Qing He nodded, and pulled the penny in his hand backwards vigorously, but the boat didn't move at all, Qing He only frowned, secretly channeled some spiritual power in his hand, and this time actually pushed the boat a little bit.

"Little guy, isn't this difficult?"

The old woman laughed loudly at the stern of the boat, and said, "Just row like this, and the boat will stop naturally when the time comes."

Qing He responded, all she wanted was to find Hei Yao quickly, so she put all her energy into punting the boat, the old woman looked at him from behind, and suddenly asked, "Little guy, who are you looking for?"

Qing He replied without thinking: "I'm going to find Hei Yao!"

"My old lady doesn't know Hei Yao." The old woman shook her head, "Who is that Hei Yao?"

This is obviously a simple sentence, but Qinghe was stunned for a moment, and even the movements of his hands stopped involuntarily.

For some reason, Qinghe suddenly thought of Hei Yao's soft kiss on his cheek, and the Hei Lang who was so mad but still gently licked his palm that day, no matter which one, he couldn't help but never forget. What I want to be close to, what I want to be attached to in my heart——

Hei Yao once asked him, he had to think about it carefully, why he refused to let other people get close to him.

Why?

——It’s just the beginning of love, and it’s getting deeper and deeper. The person you love refuses to share half of it with others.

The dark river kept rushing, and there was a cold breath lingering in the wind, but Qinghe suddenly smiled, yes, he should have thought of this earlier.

He was so stupid that he wasted so much time in vain.

The old woman only saw the young man who was punting on the bow of the boat slightly bent his mouth from behind, and couldn't help asking curiously: "Little guy, you haven't answered me yet, why are you just smiling to yourself?"

Qinghe raised his head, with a soft brow: "He is my dearest relative, my most beloved person."

On the dark Wangchuan River, the boy's smile was unusually bright.

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Hei Yao suddenly moved his body, his eyes were fixed on the end of the three roads, as if he wanted to see something through the wild weeds.

Bai Wuchang threw the iron chain in his hand to Hei Wuchang, and he simply sat on the ground. Hei Wuchang glanced at him after receiving it, and asked, "What are you doing?"

"I don't want to stand anymore." Bai Wuchang straightened his white sleeves, frowned and said, "Xiao Hei, what is he waiting for?"

Hei Wuchang looked at the tall and straight figure of the young man and shook his head.

Hei Yao didn't listen to the talk about impermanence behind him, and only felt that there must be something that would make him happy at the end of the path.

But he couldn't think of what would make him happy anyway, so he could only stare at the path closely, for fear that he would miss the slightest bit.

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