The Book on the Pillow: The Sea and Moonlight

Feng Jiu felt very dazed.

She originally thought that she had encountered an accident in another world and became a lonely soul separated from her body; she later found out that maybe it was not even a complete soul, but just a fragment that survived by chance.She couldn't remember what happened in the middle, and she didn't know how to get out of the current predicament, but even so, as long as she saw Donghua working hard to get together, she somehow gained confidence.

But now, she was not so sure.

Lian Song, Si Ming and aunt, what are they talking about?Stripping away those obscure or sharp words, they said that she had died in the starlight enchantment, and her soul was scattered. They said that the so-called spirit fragments were just Donghua's imagination, and they said that she and Donghua had no relationship.

If it is not a dream, it can only be said that this is clearly two different worlds from the one she is in.

It seems that it has been completely wrong since their big wedding was missed!Even though she was in so much pain because of the misunderstanding at that time, she was still reluctant to give up the child in her womb, because it was a proof of their love.Later, she was born in the mortal world, and her thoughts were further strengthened. If she hadn't been accompanied by such a smart child, how would she have spent 200 years alone?It is even more so in the Starlight Enchantment. It is obvious that Donghua left her, and it took 500 years to return. How could it be me who left here?

Reminiscent of the saying of another world, could it be that this is the so-called "other world", instead of just changing time and space as previously thought?

But in this way, who fell into whose dream?Is she the Feng Jiu they are talking about?Is Donghua the Donghua in front of me?

Feng Jiu's heart went up and down, not knowing where to put it.

The sun in the blue sea and Cangling is a bit dull, a gust of wind blows, and the mountains and forests are bleak.The phoenix feather and Buddha bell rippled in waves, and the gorgeous red and blurred purple intertwined in the wind.

Donghua sat propped up on the viewing platform, with half of his loose hair swaying in front of him, covering most of his gloomy and painful face, only a few strands of blood-stained hair showed the embarrassment of a moment ago.

Zheyan, who came quickly, supported Donghua and comforted him: "Donghua, don't think too much, that girl Bai Qian just has resentment in her heart, and she always picks ugly words..."

"Is it true about the child?" Donghua took a breath and finally asked.

His bloodshot eyes were definitely looking at him, but Zheyan had no way to avoid it. He moved his lips and replied: "...Yes. That day, Jiu girl was heartbroken, she washed her face with tears, and was sick all day long. I checked her pulse Only then did I find out that she was pregnant. I asked her what she was thinking, and she tossed and turned for three days before coming to ask for medicine, and then..."

Seeing Donghua's hand clenched on his chest by two points, Zheyan tried to make amends: "Actually, given Jiu Yatou's situation at the time, it would not be easy to keep safe..." He seemed to have forgotten that he had always boasted of his medical skills , Never been so self-destructive.

"She's right, I'm the one who's sorry for Xiaobai, and I'm sorry for the unborn child!" Donghua's voice lost its clearness, and there was a forbearance in the hoarseness, "But I'm very sure that the collected spirit fragments Not an illusion."

"Donghua..." Although Zheyan often bickers with Donghua on weekdays, he is hard-spoken and soft-hearted. At this time, he is frowning and looking at him, his expression is full of worry, thinking that he may have had enough stimulation today, and finally he will not stop. Piercing the last layer of stubbornness, "Anyway, you can't use my medicine to water the flowers, otherwise you really want to wait and you won't be able to wait!"

After all, no matter how Donghua resisted, he still dragged away this white-lipped man who was still holding himself up.

In the next few days, Feng Jiu didn't see Donghua, so it was normal for him to recover from his injury.

However, with such a buffer, Feng Jiu gradually came to his senses.Before that, she had been obsessed with Donghua's identity in front of her: was he her Donghua, and if not, what significance did he have for this encounter?But after a few days, she realized that no matter who he was, she couldn't let go.

The pasts that are so similar and yet so different in their mouths seem to outline a life that she has never experienced in person. It is a possibility that she has ignored or given up at countless forks. Looking back now, even if the person in front of her is not her Donghua , It has also made her see clearly how every step in the past was walking on thin ice, and it made her feel fortunate that the future was bright because of the persistence in the past.

Because of this, Fengjiu felt even more sorry for Donghua in front of her.

She had tasted enough of the heart-piercing pain of losing her lover. At that time, she had Gun Gun and the whole Qingqiu as her backing, even in Jiuchong Tian, ​​no one dared to despise her in the name of Aunt Bai Qian.Even so, she has felt so lonely for 500 years, as if half of her energy has been consumed.

But the Donghua in front of him has been alone for more than [-] years.He has always been indifferent, only a few old friends, now he has broken friendship with Baizhi, Qingqiu is old and dead, Zheyan is not good at running too much, rolling and not coming to the world, counting and resolving. None of them.Thinking of the tragedy of the Starlight Barrier, he lost his heart and was exhausted physically and mentally, but he still tried his best to continue. I don't know how he survived the days and months that are older than her.

In the past years, Fengjiu has imagined her and Donghua's future countless times, from the dream when they were young, to the hand in hand after all difficulties, and then to the companionship before.

At the beginning, as written in those storybooks, the goal was to marry a gifted scholar and a beautiful woman; later on, I had more expectations, and wanted to travel all over the world with Donghua, experience things that others have never experienced, and see everything that others have never seen Afterwards, after a lot of things, her desire became simple. What she wanted was the companionship of the people around her. She didn't need many ups and downs, and she didn't need many sweet words, just a plain and meaningful cuddle.

Time does not fail, it will leave traces on everyone, not only appearance, age, but also mentality and charm.

During the days of being together, Donghua became softer, like the invisible water has a vessel to contain it, and the peerless famous sword has a suitable scabbard.If it is said that in the prehistoric period, what people saw was strength and blade, and when retreating, what people showed was concealment and restraint, then what people feel now is harmony and harmony. It is actually more difficult to follow one's heart's desire and pitch down one's heart compared to Zhiwei's loneliness and avoidance. This is why the Six Realms always look up to him.

Feng Jiu can't guarantee that she didn't boast that her husband is good everywhere in this sentiment, but she feels that now that she has grown in knowledge, she can also see the difference clearly, and I have to say that all of this is due to their staying together.

As for her own changes, according to Cheng Yu's words, it seems that her courage has become particularly fat.

One year at the Yaochi Fairy Fair, Donghua was rarely interested, so he brought Fengjiu with him.Although it was a leisurely place where the clothes were fragrant and the temples were fragrant, and the cups of wine were intertwined, but because of Donghua's aura, few people approached it.

But Donghua and Fengjiu whispered quite a bit.

I don't know what was said during the period, two red clouds popped up suddenly on Feng Jiu's delicate face, even her ears and neck were affected, her clear eyes like autumn water were full of embarrassment, as soon as she raised her little hand, she moved towards the old fairy's waist without hesitation. Twist it hard.

At that time, Taishang Laojun was bringing wine over to pay tribute to Donghua. The two nodded slightly and were about to raise their glasses. When they were caught off guard, two drops of wine spilled out of Donghua's wine glass, and Laojun was even more unfortunate. I'm out of breath.

Amidst the sound of deep gasps, only Cheng Yu, who was at the right time and place and could see every detail, hid behind his fan and gave Feng Jiu a straight thumbs up.

Later, those excited and probing gazes disappeared embarrassingly in Donghua's casual glance, but his gaze from time to time and the faint smile on his lips remained until the end of the banquet.

On the way back, Feng Jiu hadn't forgotten the provocation a while ago, and she glanced at him dissatisfied: "I'm in a good mood, it seems that I didn't pinch hard enough!"

Donghua didn't fight back, but just grabbed her hand and brought it to his lips to kiss her, and said to her in a comforting and tender tone: "Xiaobai, I'm very happy!"

Feng Jiu looked at him suspiciously, why are you happy?Happy to take advantage of her, or happy to be pinched?

Until one day, when Cheng Yu mentioned the matter again, he said: "The way you get along with the emperor has really changed a lot!"

It was only then that she realized that they really seemed to have crossed several hurdles unconsciously.How could she dare to do this at the beginning, it's not that Donghua refused to let it go, it's just that she enshrined it on the altar in her heart, love is of course love, but respect has more elements, and it's all about looking up.In the end, after repeated trials and tribulations, and year after year of time and effort, they made the pledge of eternal love into a calm and peaceful one, and the flesh-and-blood intimacy is in every tacit understanding of eyes and movements. He can act like a baby with her. Begging for mercy, she can also complain and dislike him, a little more food, a little less highbrow, but each of them looks like they like each other.

It turned out that Donghua was happy for this!

Feng Jiu thought of the first time they went back to Qingqiu together after they got married. In the bustling market, there were hawkers one after another, calls for friends and friends, and the noisy voices were in a mess.The civet cats and mother-in-law who make crispy candy are once again at the time of bickering once a day; the wife of Xiong Yi's family is very hot-tempered, and she twists the man's ears and swears at him if he disagrees with him. really fall.The puppies playing with cats and dogs are jumping around, the chickens and ducks strolling in the garden are startled and screaming, the aroma of frying and cooking comes from the back kitchens of each family, and the strong smoke makes this place very special. like mortals.

Donghua watched with relish, and smiled happily. He turned to look at her: "It's really interesting here!"

Even though he was in the Nine Heavens, the voices of immortals were lingering and dancing gracefully during the banquet, this person also didn't move his eyes!

Seeing that he likes it, Feng Jiu is naturally happy in her heart.She held Donghua's arm crookedly and watched him for a while, then turned her head to look at her husband's white and straight ears, her hands were so itchy that she wanted to touch them.Not wanting to be discovered by him immediately, he turned his face away and stared at her threateningly.She slyly put her hands behind him to save the country, but she was suppressed again and again because of her short arm and weakness, but the red cloud crawling over his ear really revealed her thoughts.

Feng Jiu, who was grabbed by Dong Hua and carried back, even though her whole body was limp and exhausted from laughing, she still wanted to applaud herself in her heart: Good job Feng Jiu!Sure enough, he had grown courageous, and wanted to twist Donghua's ears!But it's rare for him to look red in the face, it's really cute!

The nine palaces are not necessarily sublime, and the world of mortals is not necessarily shallow.Donghua held her in his arms, clasped his fingers, and said calmly.

At that time, they huddled together on the couch in the bamboo building, listening to the drizzle on the bamboo leaves, slapping, slapping, unhurried, with a comfortable leisurely, unknowingly sending people to dreamland.

Enron is what they yearned for and gradually experienced over the years, but it is a pity that Donghua alone cannot have it.Life and death are inseparable, like a moat blocking warmth and hope.

Feng Jiu thought of the back view walking alone, compared with the smiling face in her memory, she always felt like a knife was piercing her heart.She couldn't help wanting to hug him and tell him not to be sad, he would always find him, or, if he didn't look for it, forget her.

Recently, the weather in Bihai Cangling is not very clear, and even the flowers and plants are not very energetic. The colorful flowers have lost their brightness and shrunk sleepily in the haze.

Donghua seemed to have lost some weight again. He leaned on Cang He and sat in front of the Phoenix Feather Flower until sunset.

Just as Feng Jiu woke up from a dream, she still couldn't tell the truth from reality for a while, so she heard Donghua say, "Xiaobai, you missed the appointment again. Didn't you say that it was a thousand years ago? This time I have waited for five thousand years..."

He also said: "Don't be afraid, I have found a way to control the turbid breath, and there is no war in the world. Those who don't know the current affairs will be suppressed by me, and they will not easily become a climate, and they will not hurt you. You come to me Okay? No, I'll come to you, wait for me to come to you!"

As the voice rose slightly, the light of expectation lit up in his eyes, but the twilight was deep, and the light was quickly hidden in the darkness.

After a few days, Donghua became more and more silent.He often stared at Feng Yuhua without blinking, hoping to see changes from it.However, the flower cluster seemed to be lacking in water, and it leaned to the side, and the color became more and more dim. Even if there were hands carefully supporting it, it still couldn't cover up its decay.

On this day, it rained from the blue sea and the Cangling, and the bean-sized raindrops swayed dullly between the sky and the earth, the shadows of the trees swayed, the flowers and branches were messy, and there was no reason for it.

An enchantment was formed above the Phoenix Feather Flower, and a warm-colored hollow appeared between the fine silver needles. The trembling flower clusters were caged in the enchantment, isolated from the world.The sound of crashing rain was suddenly suppressed here, lest it disturb the fragile existence, but the thin flower stems still seemed to have lost their energy, and lowered their heads as if they could no longer support a heavy load.

A residual flower fell without warning.

Donghua reached out to pick it up, the dry petals brushed against his palm, and the delicate touch was no longer there. It reminded him of the parting many years ago, his pale face said few words: "Donghua...hug, hug Hug me... don't be sad, Feng Yuhua, wait for me there..."

The broken rhetoric and her teardrops replayed in his mind day by day.She said with the last of her strength: "...I love you!" The whispers that should have been sweet lingered in his ears, piercing his heart like a sharp knife.

Another flower fell, then the third, and the fourth... The remnant body passed through the barrier and landed on the wet soil. It was finally moistened by the moisture, and then it was gradually ground into flower mud.

Sometimes the flowers bloom and fade, they come when the vitality is high, and it is time to go when the vitality is exhausted.

But Donghua didn't allow it. Seeing her die in front of him once in this life is the limit, and the second time should be a burden that life cannot bear.Almost without thinking, he raised his sword and cut through his wrist, and sprinkled the only blood he could rely on under Feng Yuhua.

The flower clusters stained with red gold slowly stretched their body, slightly raised their delicate face and gently rubbed against Donghua's palm, like an old love.

This bloody scene made Feng Jiu's eyes sour.