Legend of Fu Yao

I felt that there was a warm and painful gaze hanging behind her. I didn’t want to pull it away, but I didn’t have the strength to pay attention. She just wanted to get out of here, then she fell asleep, maybe in her dreams. You can relive everything you just saw.

The crowd let them go, they went outside the temple, but some people still stopped in front of them, and the exquisite skirts of the white embroidered lotus were slightly ethereal, quiet and elegant.

The lotus flower is holy: "Congratulations to General Meng for winning the championship. The palace is here to thank each other for their help, and they have a banquet in the drunken scent of the capital, and they are the generals of Meng..."

"Can you shut up?"

Folian stunned, Meng Fu shook his head, the eyes were all bloodshot, she looked at her like a rabbit, but she saw the wolf's eyes, she gritted her teeth, extremely clear: "Rotten lotus, please, you go all The world is in front of the net, but please don't pretend to come to me, especially now! Do you know, I **** when you look at me, I want to vomit? I have spit out enough!"

When Folian was hammered, her face turned back and forth, and she struggled to hold the pillar so that she did not fall down. When she opened her mouth, the voice changed: "You...you..."

"I hate you, just like this," Meng Fu shook straight and ran into her shoulder: "I am in a bad mood, you should be unlucky, and you should be swearing."

She turned her head and was close to Folian. She smiled and smiled. She whispered in her ear: "Mo is forced to force, and it is forced to be thunder! Mo is pure, and it is purely round!"

Haha smiled, and laughed out a bit of blood, Meng Fu shakes a mouth, stretched his arms and strode out, said: "Happy!"

No matter how the lotus flower shakes into the rain and the residual load, Meng Fu shakes his head and does not return all the way to the temple. After a heavy palace door, step by step out of those who are envious or surprised or mean or meaningful. The **** and desperate Shura field, the layer of palace gates slowly opened in front of her, the evening sun was illuminated by the evening glow like a bright red carpet, the long martyrdom stretched out, and the road was spread out in front of her. Finally stepping on her feet, she finally came to today, she finally got to what she wanted, but God gave her a gift, like a surprise in the toy box, hit her heart the most painful place. It hurts her blood.

Going out of the palace and crossing the horse, she said: "Beads, you go back first, I want to be alone."

Yalanzhu looked at her worriedly, just about to refuse, and suddenly turned sideways and said: "You be careful."

Meng Fu nodded, and a whip, the horse galloped, splashed through the crowd, through the streets and alleys, through the lights of the family, straight into the wilderness, toward the direction closest to the sky.

Ten miles from the gate, a small mountain bag, a stream of water flowing through the stream, the night is shining.

She dismounted, obsessed watching, the memory of the home has such a water, pure and clear, when she was a child, she often fished inside.

The night wind is gentle, the flying flowers are falling, this cool night, who will illuminate the road of the lost in the candlelight, who will use his body temperature to heat the cold heart of the lost?

Someone behind him slowly approached and gently said: "Shake, the brave is not afraid to cry."

His voice is light and gentle, with the condensed alcohol and sinking accumulated in the wind and frost of life, but today's language still brings the pain of empathy, as if the warm jade cracked the seam, reflecting more sturdy and warm. Beauty.

Meng Fu shakes and turns around.

Put into the warm arms.