Four Nights Red House

I don't know if what Li Dan said just now is a mistake in Wan'er's ears.But this time, Li Dan obviously didn't care about it, and also felt a little bit reluctant: "If your heart is dead, why would you be so ingenious to paint the scar on your left forehead into red plum makeup?" His voice gradually died down. Pause, spit out in one breath.

After coming and going, both of them returned very quickly, not giving the other the slightest chance to breathe!And because of such voice and intonation, it looks the same cramped after all.

This kind of persistence and this kind of perseverance have never been seen in Li Dan: "Try the plum makeup with your hands..." He swung his black sleeves, put his hands behind his back, and closed them slightly against the raging wind. The eyes suddenly had some meaning of their own vicissitudes.

His heart wave has never been so turbulent as it is now, and his originally calm and dusty mind was once again successfully disturbed by her.This emotion accumulated in my heart, it seemed like a labor pain, and it seemed that a simple word "pain" could never be covered.Intricate, tossing and twisting, it is really hard to explain clearly!

In the silent gap, Shangguan Wan'er raised her hand and tightened the tulle around the neckline. There was no ripple in her heart, and she lowered her eyes and groaned softly: "It is because my heart is dead that I can not care about myself." This face is calmly modified with a playful attitude." Her voice was calm and tasteless, and after a slight pause, she continued, "If my heart is not dead, facing the fact of disfigurement, I should have been stubborn and sentimental. I'm crying to death! I want to have some leisure time to put on some red plum makeup!" Lin sighed, and at the same time raised his eyes to look at Li Dan who suddenly calmed down again.

Inside these eyes is clearly a pool of unresolved spring water, but this spring water is unconsciously covered with a thin layer of frost, and when the eyes touch it, they are immediately pierced by the biting cold air. Eye and heart pain.Such straightforward conflict should not be possessed by a woman of this age.

"That's not death, it's detachment." Dan Qianqian said.

Are you talking to Wan'er?Or myself... yes, detached.

After experiencing things for a long time, seeing a lot, thinking about it, understanding it, and being at ease...then I earned it, gained great wisdom, and became calm and detached.

Wan'er stood still, letting Liusu's broken hair be stirred up in the chilly evening wind: "In this way, there is no such thing as dying!" Still tasteless.

When Yelu was born, the skirts and sleeves of the belt were soaked with a little bit of coolness, and the palace lanterns hanging under the eaves of the palace flickered, and the light and shadow suddenly disappeared and brightened again, which made this night such a mystery.

"Yeah!" Dan sighed, and made a long breath, "There is nothing, so there is no such thing as a desperate plan."

Originally, there was nothing...

These words seemed to be addressed to Shangguan Wan'er, but also to himself.Or it may be that during the chat with Wan'er, I accidentally followed the situation and put myself and others, and then fell into deep thought.

The atmosphere suddenly fell back into the tasteless silence again. In fact, this kind of silence is also beautiful, because even though the two of them are silent, the inexplicable tacit understanding has always been lingering in their hearts.

Wan'er raised her head sideways and cast her gaze at the dark sky. The sparse stars dyed the dark blue dots with a faint luster. Although the light and shadow are weak, you can't ignore its own brilliance.And even if it is shining, placed in this vast and boundless sky, it will instantly feel very vast and small... Each one is a soul that is not willing to die, and is almost obsessed with obsession!