Floating like a dream, live up to your first love

It was three o'clock, everything was silent, the cloud palace was cloudy and cold, lying on the couch, Hua Qiangu was tossed and turned several times, but it was difficult to fall asleep, the bowl of peach blossom soup brought by the master in the morning appeared in my mind from time to time, and my heart burst Sour.

The sweetness of the peach blossom soup brought back the old feelings, the past in the Palace of Unfeelingness that she thought she had forgotten, came to her heart bit by bit, the warmth he inadvertently gave her, and the hurt he deliberately gave her, were like threads, sour and astringent The ground is entangled in my heart, I can't untie it, I can't forget it.

Sighing faintly, Hua Qiangu looked at the round of cold moon on the top of the opposite palace through the window, thought that tonight would be just like this, when a piano sound suddenly sounded, she opened her eyes wide, and at some point, the roof under the moon There is already a person sitting on the table.

White clothes and black hair, clothes fluttering, not stained with dust, when the strings are plucked, it seems that there is something flowing and slipping over his fingertips, and the cold light is reflected on his face, coating his quiet and soft profile. Silver light, black hair brushed across the face from time to time, like clouds flowing in the nine heavens, as if returning home by the wind.

The sound of the zither is soft, as clear as a stream jingling, mixed with the crispness of jade stones colliding, after listening for a while, Hua Qiangu's eyelids drooped.

Today's piano sound is inadvertently mixed with a touch of sadness and sweetness, the more you listen to it, the more tender your heart becomes, touching the old feelings, a tear slips quietly from the corner of the eye.After a while, the sound of the piano became low, and the quiet and lonely sound of the piano reached the door of her heart, and she fell into a deep sleep unconsciously.

In the early morning of the next day, Jiang Jiang would be awakened by the sound of him pushing the door open, and the familiar sweet smell would hit him, and he would see Bai Zihua sitting quietly on the edge of the couch holding a small white porcelain bowl.

The corners of her lips curled up stiffly, and Hua Qiangu asked in a low voice: "Where did the peach blossoms come from?" The current climate of Yungong, except for pines and cypresses, nothing can survive.

Bai Zihua's fingers stiffened, and he said in a low voice, "There will always be something you want." He reached out and stroked her hair bun, "Try it, what you did today is much better than yesterday."

Her eyes darkened, and she said, "I don't have a good appetite, so I don't want to eat."

Passing a spoonful of tender soup to her lips, Bai Zihua gently persuaded: "Eat some, it will make you feel better."

Seeing his plain eyes, there was a faint expectation, Hua Qiangu couldn't hold him back after all, so she reluctantly ate half a bowl with his hands.

After eating, Bai Zihua wiped the petals from the corner of her lips for her. When his fingers brushed her lips, Hua Qiangu was slightly startled, and held his palm with her backhand.

"Why are your hands so hot?" She frowned.

Master's body was always cold, but after he lost his immortal body, his body was also warm, and now his palms are actually hot.

Gently withdrew his hand, Bai Zihua said indifferently: "No problem." But he shook his head secretly in his heart, this mortal skin is really becoming more and more useless, and after just guarding outside for one night, he has already suffered from the wind and cold , what will happen in the future...

Hua Qiangu paused, looking at his figure about to leave, couldn't help but say, "The reason you came to me is to make peach blossom soup for me?"

Standing still, Bai Zihua sighed helplessly: "This is the only thing I can do now as a teacher, Xiaogu..." The following words were interrupted by the body suddenly rushing from behind.

Barely keeping his body steady, Bai Zihua coughed softly, "Xiaogu, let go and be your teacher."

Holding his hot body tightly, she closed her eyes and murmured: "Why? Didn't you come to kill me?"

His face was flushed, and his drowsy mind became more and more drowsy. He said in a deep voice, "You are my apprentice. I am also responsible for your appearance." Pushing her away with all his strength, "As a teacher, I will definitely try to control the demon god for you." force."

Hua Qiangu smiled coldly, stretched out her hand suddenly and pushed him down on the couch, leaning over to press him, she breathed like blue: "What if I don't want to restrain myself?"

As her body got closer and closer, Bai Zihua was a little flustered and shouted sharply, "Xiao Gu!"

Dingding stared at him for a moment, she said softly: "Becoming a demon god is not my wish, why do you all want to drive me to death."

Bai Zihua stabilized his mind, "Everyone is innocent, but pregnant is guilty."

The temperature in the bedroom suddenly became extremely cold, and the half bowl of peach blossom soup beside the bed was covered with a thin layer of frost.

She said coldly: "Bai Zihua, will you die if you say something nice?"

His thin lips were pursed tightly, and his breath became cold, he turned his head and stopped talking.

Hua Qiangu turned over, grabbed the quilt and threw it on him, squinted his eyes, and said, "For the sake of the cold you suffered, I won't drive you away for now, I'll take care of you when you get better." leave."

Forced to sit up, Bai Zihua coughed a few times, "I'd better go back to my room and stay."

Pressing him into the couch, she said impatiently: "If you go back, don't come here."

He paused, seeing that she didn't seem angry, so he lay down slowly.

Bai Zihua didn't rest all night last night, coupled with all the tossing just now, now Hua Qiangu has deliberately raised the temperature in the room, and the strange fragrance of her body still lingers in the bedding, and a heart that has been hanging for a long time, unexpectedly feels at this moment. After a short period of peace, sleepiness hit him, and he quickly fell asleep.

Rubbing his palms, Hua Qiangu let out some genuine energy, and after gently tucking up the corners of the quilt for him, she sat on the edge of the couch and quietly watched his sleeping face.

Master just lay there quietly, his cheeks flushed, his lips pale, his contours firm and resolute as before, but a little indifference faded away, making her feel no longer unattainable.

The frozen peach blossom soup gradually melted, exuding a strange fragrance, and the incense in the glazed cup was burned out, and everything seemed to return to the way it was when it first entered the Palace of Unrequited Love...

She sat for about half a stick of incense, saw that his complexion still didn't improve, thought for a moment, turned her wrist over, and there was a bowl of soup medicine in her palm out of thin air, pinched her fingertips, dripped a drop of blood in it, and poured it on him spoon by spoon. Down.

After a while, Bai Zihua covered his forehead with sweat, his body began to emit a faint silver light, and the vermilion mark between his brows flickered, becoming more and more colorful.

Knowing that he was about to recover his immortal body, Hua Qiangu sighed quietly, looked at the dawn light outside the window, and was about to go out for a walk, when he got up, his wrist was grabbed violently.

But seeing Bai Zihua's eyes closed tightly, beads of sweat dripping from his forehead, he was muttering something.

After hearing his words clearly, she froze all over, unable to move her steps any further.

The room was silent, the leaves outside the window rustled with the wind, and Bai Zihua's hoarse voice seemed to have accumulated hundreds of years of pain.

"Xiaogu... don't go..."

"Don't go... Xiaogu..."

His wrist was tightly held by his hot palm, and Hua Qiangu's dead heart beat like that, endless heartaches followed one after another, and her sadness was like a tide drowning her.

☆. Woke up by alcohol Mo Jingchun, and the gambling books disappeared with the fragrance of tea