Hibiscus Flower West Moon Splendid: Bodhi Casts a Mirror Heart

Chapter 147: Desire to Drunk and Flow (1)
The red lotus is only born to evil fire,
Bodhi casts a mirror heart.

Even if the hibiscus blooms day and night,
It is hard to find when Shen Yan wakes up from a dream.

"Fourth sister," someone took my hand with a cold hand, drew a word on the palm of my hand, and then pointed to the word and said, "These two words read hibiscus."

I opened my eyes, and the boy in the breeze was sitting beside me in a homely blue shirt.

Seeing that I was awake, he picked up a branch in one hand and scratched the two words that I was familiar with on the ground. His smile was like a bay of clear water flowing through my heart.

I admired it, then stretched my waist, and thought to myself: beauty is beauty, but unfortunately, this buddy is too much like my aunt who is a Chinese teacher in elementary school. If he catches me, he will teach me how to read .

I lazily replied: "Second brother, I know."

He stopped his hands, fixed his Sirius-like eyes, and smiled at me.

I suddenly realized that this was a dream, so I stared at him blankly.He...is the second brother named Ming Xuri.I was a little bit bewildered thinking that the waves of light were flowing on his clean and handsome face, and I called out in discomfort: "Second brother, how are you now?"

He was still smiling, warm and peaceful like a spring breeze.

"Light Qian," on the other side of the creek, a beautiful figure appeared dimly in the morning light, waving at Ming Xu Ri, vaguely discerning that it was Yuan Feiyan, and she showed the sweetest smile to Ming Xu Ri, " Let's go."

He gradually let go of my hand, and said earnestly, "I'll leave it to you, Jiulang."

I smiled and nodded, "Second brother, don't worry, Chongyang is a smart kid, he actually knows how to protect himself better than anyone else."

He nodded in relief, stood up slowly, patted the dust on the blue shirt, looked at me with melancholy eyes, "Don't look back."

I was stunned, but he touched my head helplessly and dotingly, and said with a smile: "Even if the hibiscus flowers are blooming day and night, it is hard to find Shen Yan once he wakes up from a dream." After he finished speaking, he walked towards Yuan Feiyan without looking back. go.

I couldn't help but follow him into the creek where I wash clothes all the year round, but I didn't want to step into darkness with one step.

There was a suffocating darkness and silence, strange sighs wafted from my ears occasionally, and a few shimmering bright reds floated towards me in front of my eyes. I raised my hand and grabbed it, and it turned out to be a hibiscus petal!
There are more and more petals, and those sighs are getting sadder and heavier, and my heart is inexplicably sad.

I fumbled in the direction where the petals were coming from, but I saw a huge hibiscus tree standing not far away.I have never seen such a big hibiscus tree. It can't be hugged by several people. The branches and leaves are flourishing on the crown, green and green, with broken silver light. The flowers in the green leaves are three colors, red like rouge, white Like fine snow, rich purple, petals fall like rain, and the fragrance is elegant, just feel beautiful, like smoke and dream.

Under the tree, there was a man in white clothes, with his head on one hand, resting with his back to me.

By the way, I haven't dreamed of Zifu for a long time, and I was thinking about how to greet Duan Yuerong for his sake, and what kind of greeting I should say.

But having said that, since the change of Gongyue City, after he put Zishang on my heart in the dream, it seems that I really haven't seen him much.

I was thinking wildly, but the figure in white slowly turned over and turned towards me.I put on a smile and was about to say hello to him, but the smile froze there.

I have dreamed of Zifu’s resting posture under the hibiscus tree countless times, and I have heard him smile softly and say to me countless times: “You are here.”

The person in front of him is of the same stature as Zifu, wearing the same white clothes of the same color as Zifu, and the same type of black hair hanging down, but this person is not Zifu.My heart hurts inexplicably.

(End of this chapter)