Yan all over the world

Chapter 229 Advising You to Cherish Your Youth (2)
I remained still, looking down at the originally calm water surface of the wine jar. The slowly dripping water droplets created bursts of elliptical ripples, which wrinkled in a smooth arc like a man's eyebrows, and then slowly spread and dissipated. No trace.

The ripples kept starting, spreading out endlessly, stirring up again, spreading out again, endlessly, endlessly.

There was a slight dripping sound, a very slight tinkling sound in the silence, each sound, like a giant hammer, made my heart ache and tremble.

"On the seventh day, your master knew that Mu Xin would die if he didn't take action, so he tapped his fainting point and brought him back to Beiping. After Mu Xin woke up, he told him that Huai Su didn't die so easily, so he You must not torture yourself to death, otherwise one day you will come back, and he will not be able to explain to you. Mu Xin was silent for a few days, fell ill after a serious illness, and then left... You know, he traveled all over the world, Look for you……"

"I'm sorry." Fang Qi's eyes were full of tears, "You are still alive, otherwise I don't know what will happen to Mu Xin..."

I raised my head from the wine jar, smiled at the indifferent sky, raised my hand, took up the big jar and drank, Fang Qi didn't speak anymore, just looked at me calmly, and murmured for a long time: "Huai Su , I used to think you were poor, but now I envy your wealth."

I coughed slightly... rich?

I closed my eyes, and the blood-colored Hongqiao flashed past. Behind the Hongqiao, the face of He Lanyou, who was forced out of the cave by me in the heavy rain, had black hair like ink, and a complexion like snow.

The taste of the wine was suddenly so bitter that I couldn't swallow it. I bent down and couldn't help clearing my cough.

Xiyin, I understand why you would rather not tell that secret, and choose to perish with me. After witnessing such a tragic scene, for you who love Mu Xin, for you who initiated the crime, for you who forced your loved one to such a cruel situation with your own hands. You who are in such a state must feel that life is better than death in your heart, right?
He Lanyou, I understand why you sealed my memory, but I don't understand, you, who are so strong that no one seems to be able to hurt you, are also afraid of facing certain irreversible facts?Do you want to use such a way of hurting others and hurting yourself, in vain to retain the last tenderness?

Heaven, you gouge out our hearts and minds, and draw this intricate love-hate entanglement, and draw this infinitely sad and beautiful river and mountain. With your hands, you have tossed and tossed the suffering and struggle of all living beings. Seeing the men and women who have fallen into the trap, they are all scarred and helpless. One person can move forward without changing his smile. You are so cruel, is it that we will never be able to say goodbye to the lingering sadness in our hearts in the future?
If you give it, you must get it, then I would like to return my beauty, wealth, status, and wisdom, in exchange for my loved ones, sincere emotions, eternal stability, and an ordinary and worry-free life.

How lucky and innocent I am!
Throwing the wine jar away, I straightened up and laughed aloud.

The long wind sweeps away the clothes, and the moonlight on the ridge of the roof comes chasing from the depths of the sky.

Ordinary flowers bloom in front of the court, and I don’t know the sufferings and differences in the world. Only the human heart is always aging, but the world is not old.

The jade liquid is full, and the Joan cup is slippery.Pull up the long sleeves and swallow the clear song.Sighing is often eighty-nine, and there is still a lack of desire.

In the silence, a long chant suddenly rises, the shining short sword shines like the rising sun, blooming in my palm in an instant, graceful like a dragon flying like a frightened bird, the sword is flat, the sword is flat, the sword rises, the sword falls, the rainbow rises and the wind and thunder rise, Now the sun is bright and the light is clear, the ups and downs are passed on, laying out rhymes, using heaven and earth as paper, famous swords as pens, and the life of a scholar is rich and ups and downs.

The sweet-scented osmanthus in the garden is full of fragrance, and the posture is quiet in the dark night. The light yellow delicate flowers on the branches are startled by the vertical and horizontal sword energy.

There is bleak autumn rain, but there is no lingering autumn rain.

Long time to rest.

I leaned over and stared at the petals, silent.

Fang Qi beside him also stared silently, and sighed for a long time.

On the clean bluestone floor, the moonlight is reflected like water, and the small light-colored petals are neatly formed into large Chinese characters, with a vaguely broad and strong face and handwriting.

"If the sky has love, the sky will grow old, if the moon has no hatred, the moon will be long and round."

The morning light has always passed through the screen curtains of the windows and pavilions in my bedroom, and was heavily blocked before reaching the space in front of my bed. However, today, I can clearly feel the temperature and strength of the sunlight falling on the skin, And clearly feel the sweet fragrance of chrysanthemums everywhere in the air.

The sound of the wind rang clearly in my ears, the chirping of birds was endless, and it seemed as if some flower petals were blown up by the wind and fell on my cheeks.

When I opened my eyes, I was not surprised to find that I was sleeping on the roof tiles, with the sky as my quilt and the tiles as my bed.

My whole body was sore, Fang Qi was lying on his side, sleeping soundly with his arms around my shoulders.

My eyes turned around and settled on the tall figure standing in the wind at the corner of the eaves.

The clothes are extremely white, the hands are whiter than the clothes, but the flute in the hands is green, green like the first green bamboo that rises from the ground at the beginning of spring, but it is a bit warmer and smoother than the emerald green bamboo color.

The thousand-year-old ice and snow on the top of the mountain, and the most emerald branch in the spring, are obviously very incongruous things, but at this moment, it looks as harmonious as a simple and plain painting of a famous artist, with a clear and elegant brushwork.

He stood in the rising sun, and the sky was full of bright red and purple, so gorgeous that it reflected the back like a carving, but it did not lose its color.

The wind picked up his hair, and the hair and clothes fluttered and danced in the air. For some reason, it suddenly messed up my thoughts.

Today's glance is the first time he truly wakes up after a year's absence, and this scrutiny suddenly makes me realize, how did he live this year?

Before the memory came back, although I knew his suffering, after all, I didn't have such heart-wrenching distress.

Now that it's all coming back, I'm suddenly afraid, I'm shuddering at the chilly days I imagine.

I can no longer imagine as calmly as before, losing me, witnessing the collapse of the cliff, traveling all over the world but not finding me, how Mu Xin, who is almost desperate in the depths of her heart, survived the more than 300 sleepless nights day and night?
Mu Xin... Mu Xin... At this moment, my heart ached, and I couldn't help but groan.

The voice was small, but it was inevitable that he would hear it.

(End of this chapter)