Cloud painting

Chapter 204 Jedi Assassination (7)

The fairyland is foggy and snowy, and the radiant sunset sets off the Beigong fairyland extremely brightly. The light and fluttering colorful fairy butterflies flutter and dance, and the beautiful fairies fly in the clouds and sprinkle white or blue, pink or purple crystal petals, whirling In the air, the beauty is beyond words.

Feng Yunhua stood on a white jade fairy bridge, looking at the scene surrounded by fairy mist in confusion and amazement, "Is this a fairyland?"

Beilin Xuanye stood side by side with a long body, a pair of blue eyes looked at the woman in front of him tenderly and dotingly, "This is a fairyland, it is the Beigong fairyland, it is a beautiful first encounter and encounter in a beautiful legend. "

"A beautiful legend...?" Feng Yunhua suddenly turned his gaze to him.

"En." Beilin Xuanye nodded, held Feng Yunhua's hand, and walked down the bridge.

Feng Yunhua was slightly taken aback, this hand seemed to be colder than before, the temperature was as cold as heavy snow falling in the cold winter.

"What kind of story is this?" Feng Yunhua was obviously curious about this.

Beilin Xuanye didn't answer, but slowly raised his eyes to look up.

There, surrounded by clouds and mist, the radiant vermilion bird flew past with its colorful tail shaking. Where the radiant vermilion bird passed, the fairy dew slowly dripped and fell to the jade-like ground, forming a crisp sound.

"It's raining!" Feng Yunhua looked at the rain in amazement, "Wonderland will also rain?" The fairy drops falling on her body didn't feel wet at all, only a refreshing feeling came to her heart. Very comfortable.

North Lin Xuanye let go of Feng Yunhua's hand, and walked away to the attic of Xianshan Mountain.

"Hey, why are you walking so far?" Feng Yunhua raised her feet and walked over.

Halfway through, she stopped.

Under the rain curtain in Xianting, he stood quietly, independent of the world, she hurried over, looking forward to the gods flying.

The crisp sound of raindrops and the peerless back in white clothes made Feng Yunhua think of the fairy in the painting that he sang many months ago, "The raindrops fell and wet the entire eaves. You stood on my left with wetness. Your beautiful portrait The fairy in the splash-ink painting..."

Tens of thousands of years have passed, and flashy memories of dreams are already a thing of the past, but if you look back, have you ever remembered the back of the world that was dreamed back at midnight.

Time has changed, space has changed, memories have changed, emotions have changed, but he has not changed, he is still silently looking for her figure, and can she remember?

There are mulberry fields in the vicissitudes of life, if there are mulberry fields in the vicissitudes of life, if the mulberry fields have vicissitudes of life, when the memory is empty, the vicissitudes of life will be separated from the mulberry fields. It can be separated, but it also heralds the reunion.

A tear was left at the corner of her eye, and Feng Yunhua's heart felt like a needle prick. She cried for no reason. She didn't know why she was crying, and for whom, but she knew that right now, she Sad, this sadness came suddenly, but at the right time.

The boundary of ten thousand years will not degrade a person's emotions.

Beilin Xuanye walked by and hugged her tightly, "It's good that you can still feel it."

Feng Yunhua let him hold her, she didn't know what he meant by that, but at the moment, she was not in the mood to think about the meaning of this sentence.

Under the hazy rain, the white figures intertwined, and the black and white colors joined together. Although the rain was hazy, the figures of the two became more and more clear.

It seems as long as a century has passed, the Zhuzhu bird is gone, the rain is gone, the Beigong fairyland has regained its brilliance, and those shy fairy flowers are quietly growing.

What happened ten thousand years ago is happening again today.

Is this predestined by God?Everything is unknown.

——Book group of this book: 278903434 Stepping stone: Feng Yunhua

(End of this chapter)