10-year bond

The author has something to say: I was lazy for another day yesterday because of volunteering.Today's chapter has less plot and may be a bit boring.

People can stop moving forward for various reasons, but time will never.Sometimes time is like a gurgling water flow, sometimes slow and sometimes fast.Sometimes it is like a white horse passing by, fleeting, but what never changes is that it rushes forward without looking back.Chase all the way, endlessly.The days passed as usual, and Sima Lian was still her Zhu Xiaoxiao.

In the boring life, since that day, Ouyang Mingri has never appeared again, at least not when Zhu Xiaoxiao was awake, and she didn't know when she was asleep.

All she knew was that she didn't sleep well, but since she went to Tianlin Villa for a few days of recuperation, she has improved a lot.Married to Sifang City, there is such a big Qingyun residence, it is unavoidably too cold to live with her alone.Although the coldness is the coldness, the important thing is that when there are fewer people in charge, the nature will be exposed.

I don't know which night, about which day it was at the banquet, she secretly drank a small jar of wine while no one was looking, but luckily she was only slightly drunk, she didn't lose her image, and she didn't lose the face of the national teacher.Stumbling and stumbling along the way, the maid helped her back to Qingyunju, and the maid helped her to sleep and covered her with a quilt.That night, the sleeping posture that she had not adjusted for a long time was beaten back to its original shape.She kicked over the quilt.The relative she married was a ghost marriage, but the quilt was a big red mandarin duck quilt embroidered with acacia.

It doesn't matter if the quilt is kicked over, at most you wake up from the cold or get a cold in the middle of the night.But in the middle of the night, after she kicked over the quilt, a pair of hands picked up the mandarin duck quilt, and carefully covered her body inch by inch until her neck was exposed, revealing a round, innocent, white and pure face like white paper but shining like stars.

She is a spiritual child. She lived in seclusion with her parents since she was a child. She should have been happy and carefree. She should have lived in the countryside ignorant of the world, but because of his rebirth, she followed her parents to Sifang City to meet him. Falling into the world of mortals, thus wasting time for him, and thus bruising his eyebrows for this impossible unrequited love.

Perhaps, he, Ouyang Mingri, would never be able to heal the trauma of the only eyebrow on her pure and flawless face.

The simple head of the bed is close to the window lattice, the tree wind outside the window is moving, except for the rustling of leaves, the house is exceptionally quiet.

The hands moved lightly, like ghostly hands, without form.Apart from being able to pick up mandarin duck quilts, it can't take away a little dust, and can't make a sound.But in the end it still alarmed Zhu Xiaoxiao, she vaguely heard a voice: "Sleep well."

In the ruined temple, in order to inform Zhu Xiangli that his daughter is still alive tomorrow, Ouyang persuaded her, "You might as well sleep well first."

That night, he wiped the face of the sleeping person, covered her with the quilt, and said, "Sleep well."

The last time I heard it, it was extremely sweet, as if she was the only happy person in the world.The last time I heard it, my heart was extremely painful, as if the whole world was as dark as hell.

Hearing this time, she, who was half asleep and half awake, had no thoughts at all, just like a conditioned reflex, she grabbed that hand tightly, like grabbing a life-saving straw, relentlessly, with her mental state, it was only enough to grab it. Hold one hand.

That big warm hand reminded her of Qin Xiaogu in her dream. He stood with his hands behind his back and stretched out his hands to invite them. The two of them circled and danced in the air like butterflies. That dream ended with a little force from her hand.

And this hand, like a dream, like a dream, like a phantom, like a shadow, finally ended with that hand being pulled out cruelly.

As soon as that hand was pulled out, Zhu Xiaoxiao's heart, which had just settled down firmly, was emptied again, and cold sweat flowed out.I opened my eyes suddenly, but I couldn't see a person. The white jade Amitabha Buddha pendant given by the monk Yuzhu was hanging on the edge of the bed. It kept shaking, as if it had just been hit by someone. Who was it?Could it be the master of those hands?

But Zhu Xiaoxiao himself couldn't tell whether what happened just now was a dream or reality.But more, she was willing to believe that it was a dream.The lonely boat in her heart can no longer bear any disappointment.

She thinks about feelings too simply.When she was young, she asked a naive question: "Brother Mingyue, do you like me?" His answer was: "I do." She didn't even ask what kind of like it was.God knows how much a seven-year-old girl knows about love between men and women.Ordinary people dare not say it, but for the Simalian siblings, no matter how old they are, if they meet the right person, it can be said that they will never change until death.For that phrase of liking, she tried her best to reach his age so that she could be qualified to tell him what idiots and girls often say, life and death are rich, talk to Zicheng, hold your hand, and grow old together ,etc.It's enviable to think about it.

A fantasy, a different reality.In the illusion, listen to him with your own ears, and seriously, when she grows up, he will marry her.Faced with the bloody fact - his death.Her grief made her wonder if she was dreaming in the illusion.However, the illusion is already a dream, so where does the theory of dreams within dreams come from?

After ten years of waiting, she came out of the illusion, and Fu Sijian absorbed the essence of the best and happiest years of a spiritual girl's life, with infinite brilliance.When Qin Xiaogu met again, his eyebrows remained the same, and she was no longer the Sima Lian she was back then.But her beliefs and what she wants to do have never changed.For his liking, to reach the ends of the earth in my mind, to tell him about life and death, and to tell him that we will grow old together.Even if it's an unethical love, even if the parents object and the world cast aside - as long as the two are happy.

She was very happy that he could be attracted by the sound of her piano, and she was even more certain that he had her in his heart, he understood her, and he liked her.The misty qin is not only a good weapon, but also a unparalleled good qin.Their zither and flute cooperated perfectly.The sound of piano, flute, and running water are the sounds of nature that even gods are not blessed to enjoy.It's a pity that there is no third person in the world who can hear this kind of sound, just because they have no ability, let alone the right to hear the sound of the piano.

She always kept the gold thread he gave her well, hiding it as if afraid that it would break, even though she knew it wouldn't break.She often admires this ball of gold thread, not because of the high production cost, but because of seeing things and thinking about people.But thinking about people after seeing things is not a good way after all, it will only make you think more and more.

Furthermore, she had just escaped from marriage, so it was not easy for her to walk around in bright red clothes.After the real Ms. Zhu was persuaded by her on the West Cliff and planned to go home and assassinate Zhao Zezhi, she asked Ms. Zhu to send a few crabapple flowers to Ouyang Mingri by pretending to be Zhu Xiangli.Naturally, it can't be sent directly, and a box made of acacia willow is installed outside, and a mechanism is installed to express love, so that no one will notice.

Lovesickness, every day is like three autumns, counting the days and rushing to the west cliff, the voice of tomorrow's brother is still echoing on the edge of the cliff, the voice of "Master—" is heart-piercing, things change in an instant, and the world changes. It turned into the endless confession of a person who was determined, tolerant, lonely, but stubborn like a child at that time.

Zhu Xiaoxiao held her breath deeply, her nose sore endlessly: "Master Yi Xiang, have you seen such a brother Mingyue? Have you seen such a grandpa? You won't regret it! Thank you for saving my brother tomorrow. At one point, I will lose him again..."

Later, I experienced the scene of fire with him and lived in a ruined temple together. Life and death were unpredictable but happy.

She didn't wake up until she learned that he had informed Zhu Xiangli to take him home.All daydreams, what he likes or not, what holding his hand, in the end, he wants to drive her away. From then on, the grievances and grievances will disappear first, and the meeting will be indefinite, and the goodbye will be a stranger.She dropped the bag of peach petals heavily, boundless disappointment swept her body, she was about to say, "Brother Tomorrow, I am Lian'er, Lian'er who fell in love with you at first sight!"

She is not reconciled, not reconciled to waiting for these ten years but waking up at dawn after the dream.Her decision - to marry the Sifang City State Teacher, cannot be obstructed by anyone.After crying, making trouble and hanging himself, Zhu Xiangli had no choice but to compromise.

Marrying Sifangcheng, she thought it was the best way to stay by his side, but he still refused.The moment she called out "Brother Tomorrow", he stopped and his back trembled. Anyone could see that he wanted to change his mind.But he said: "Lian'er, I will treat you as my own." He walked away resolutely, leaving her alone with tears in her eyes.

Those considerate hands, warm hands pulled away from her palm.After she woke up, she looked at the empty room, with the door, with the kind Buddha's white jade pendant swinging back and forth, and lightly said: "It was a dream..." Even if the reality is within reach, even if it is real With the fragrance of peach blossoms, she only believed that it was a dream.