after losing heart

Chapter 295 You hold the bow and cut me like a string [004]

After a long time, he opened his eyes, and in the Begonia forest, a figure dancing with the wind suddenly jumped into his eyes.

Dressed in a light blue men's shirt, with black hair coiled up all over his head, he holds a silver sword and dances to the music.

The steps are graceful, the wrists are flipped, the silver sword is like a dragon, changeable, and the graceful figure is like a butterfly and a swallow.

Thousand cities!

Su Mofeng opened his eyes wide in astonishment, not daring to blink, not moving, not even breathing hard.

He was afraid that it was his hallucination, he was afraid that it was just his dream.

The subordinates did not stop, and the faint music lingered.

The woman spins the sword flower in her hand.

Such a combination of piano and sword.

There have been countless times, he played the piano and she danced the sword, and they were like this.

Is it a dream?Is he drunk?Is it a hallucination under his drunken eyes?
Regardless of!

As long as she is in front of him.

The sound of the zither was clanging like a gurgling brook, and he stared at the dancing figure of the woman without blinking, and quickly moved his fingers.

The woman also followed the man's accelerated piano sound, and her movements became more and more sonorous.

Turning the red sleeves, twirling, turning around and stabbing, gradually, the woman seemed to be unable to keep up, and she could vaguely be seen panting under the moonlight.

Su Mofeng's eyes narrowed slightly, and he slowed down the rhythm of his hands.

But the woman couldn't hold on, she staggered and fell to the ground.

Just like that, he fell straight into the Begonia forest, and fell heavily into the Begonia forest.

"Boom~~" A string of the piano broke suddenly, bringing out a series of vibrato.

The sound of the piano stopped abruptly, and Su Mofeng stood up suddenly, his clothes and hair fluttering, and he walked like the wind.

Not a dream!
It's not his hallucination!

If yes, how did she fall?
Heart beating staggeringly, he walked quickly through the begonia forest, and came to the woman, without saying a word, he just stretched out his hand and pulled the woman up on the ground, then opened his arms, and embraced the woman like that.

The hair band on the woman's head was taken off, and the hair was full of black hair, spilling down on the two of them.

He held her tightly, so hard that he was afraid that if he let go, she would disappear.

She remained motionless and stiffened, but her heart was already filled with turbulent waves.

He longed for such a hug, and she longed for it too.

For a long time, neither of them spoke.

Suddenly, Su Mofeng narrowed his pupils, stretched out his hand and pushed the woman in his arms away, "You are not Qiancheng!"

The woman in her arms was caught off guard, and was pushed back several steps in a row, but finally failed to stabilize her body, and fell to the ground again.

Under the moonlight, he looked at her, squinting slightly at her.

She also looked at him, sitting on the ground in embarrassment, raised her face slightly, and looked up at him in a humble posture.

The autumn moon is bright.

She saw that his eyes might be stained with scarlet due to the alcohol, but such scarlet eyes were like ice.

cold!

She only thought of the word!
For the first time, she didn't choose to evade, she still stared at him for a moment, not making a sound, not moving, and not getting up.

It's not coquettish, it's not waiting for him to help, but, she really doesn't even have the strength to stand up at the moment.

She doesn't know martial arts, she has never danced a sword before, and dancing is not her strong point, besides, she still has an ankle injury, so she spent an afternoon practicing this sword dance with Qiancheng, yes, only one afternoon.

Although she tried her best, she still learned poorly, she couldn't keep up with the rhythm, she couldn't keep up with her breathing, and she fell down.

My feet hurt, my wrist hurts, and my body hurts even more when I hit the ground!
However, the moment she was hugged deeply by this man, she felt it was worth it.

It's all worth it.

With a warm and broad mind, she is really greedy.

The man's familiar breath entered her nostrils, and her heartbeat beat against her own. At that moment, she seemed to be in a dream.

It's not just in a dream!
His words "You are not Qiancheng" directly shattered her dream.

After waking up from the dream, she is still her, Fang Fang who is not Qiancheng.

The wind passed through her clothes, and she shivered.

The man said coldly, "How did you know this sword dance? How did you know this outfit?"

Fang Fang smiled wryly and remained silent.

Is that even a question?
However, no matter what Qiancheng wanted to teach her, or what she wanted Qiancheng to teach, it came from Qiancheng after all, and she wanted to show it in front of him.

"Don't you know that there are some things in this world that no one can replace? No matter how similar an imitation is, it's just a fake."

The man's voice was cold.

Fang Fang was startled, she just felt that something had gouged out her heart.

She clearly heard the sound of her heart breaking, petal by petal, dripping with blood.

Although usually indifferent, he is still a gentleman, and he refuses tactfully, let alone such harsh words.

Today, it was the first time he spoke so mercilessly.

Is he angry?
Because she pretended to be the girl on his heart, because she danced the sword dance that only the two of them can do, so he was angry, right?

She thought he was going to get angry, she thought he was going to say more serious things to hurt her.

No!

Under the moonlight, the man seemed to have bent his lips, but this kind of smile made people feel even colder.

"I thought I made it very clear to you."

The man's voice was very soft, as light as autumn water.

Fang Fang smiled wryly.

yes!He made it clear to her that when she was in the imperial mausoleum, she kept looking for him, and he expressed his attitude very tactfully.

However, it's one thing to say it clearly and not to say it clearly, but it's another thing to let it go, isn't it?

It's like Qiancheng has already had his own happiness with another man, and he can't let it go, can't he?
Seeing that she kept silent, the man finally lost his patience.

With a low sigh, he turned around and walked out of the crabapple forest. Even in such a chilly autumn night, she was still sitting on the cold ground.

The third prince of the capital, Su Mofeng, is as gentle as jade and a gentleman, why is he so cruel to her alone?

At that moment, Fang Fang wanted to cry, but in the end she didn't even cry.

Who has Fang Fang never done this to?

Whether in modern times or now, there has never been a single person who has made her so low to the dust.

For him, she withdrew all her sharpness; for him, she put down all her self-esteem.

She suddenly misses herself very much.

She can punch him in the chest: "So it's you!"

She can slap him on the head: "Hey, hey, what are you doing? Do you want to die on the battlefield with your learning attitude?"

She can hug him on the shoulder in a buddy way: "Wow, little three, fate!"

When did she become like this?

Because you care?Because of love?

So, she's so low, so low...

Supporting the ground, she stood up slowly, facing the cold figure, she finally couldn't help shouting, "Su Mofeng, wake up! Don't be immersed in your illusory dreams all day long. !"

The man's footsteps paused for a moment, and then continued to move forward.

"Qiancheng already has his own happiness, you and her are impossible, why are you so obsessed with it?"

The man bent his lips, smiled bitterly and sadly, and kept walking.

Obsessed with obsession?

He is not the only person in this world who is obsessed with obsession?
Bending down to pick up the Yaoqin with a broken string on the ground, he said coldly, "I have my own sense of the matter between me and Qiancheng, and I don't need others to remind me. I just want to remind you, and I will ask for trouble in the future." There is no need to learn how to send cards from ghosts and gods in the middle of the night, and there is no need to force yourself to learn dances that you are not good at with injuries, and there is no need to climb mountains and ridges alone late at night to reach the top of Nanwang Mountain..."

Fang Fang was startled.

It turned out that he knew, he knew.

He knew that she pretended to be a ghost to send him blessings, he knew that the birthday card that Su Moyi picked up was made for him by her, he knew that she was not good at dancing, he knew it all.

Since he knew all her painstaking efforts, why should he be so ignorant and trampled on?
"Su Mofeng..."

She felt her breathing suddenly heavy, a breath was choked in her throat, she couldn't get it out no matter what, the choking made the tip of her nose sore, but she couldn't say a word, but could only watch his cold back walking away in a daze farther...

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