Legend of Fu Yao

The existence of this, resolutely let Meng Fu Sha see its pure and innocent gaze, thus derived from the heart of its master, to know that Meng Fu shakes this shameless creature, does not remind it, it does not know what to do.

Meng Fu Sha was finally unable to bear it, kicked and kicked.

Then strode to the long-term lifelessness of the grandson - the third dark passage into a room in the yard and then through the dark passage into another yard... so troublesome.

Really a warrior, to be brave enough to face up to her own mistakes, she Meng Fu Sha, has always been a female warrior.

She didn't knock at the door. The big lama went in. The long-term Sun Wuji seemed to sleep. There was no light in the room. The black paint only vaguely looked at the outline of the bed. He seemed to be sleeping sideways, with elbow pillows, breathing peacefully and full. The room drifted like that long and indulgent breath, and Meng Fu Sha was quiet, standing in the darkness, listening to the breath of the man, only feeling quiet and quiet.

She suddenly smiled slightly, and felt that the explanation did not explain. Apologizing and not apologizing was really not so important. In any case, the great-grandson knows her, and she knows that the grandson is promising. What else can I say?

She turned and walked gently.

Behind him, there was a sudden lazy voice, with a smile, saying: "In the middle of the night, people sleep in the bedroom, do not do anything to go?"

Meng Fu shook back and laughed. "Beauty, Grandpa, I can't bear the hot hand to destroy the flowers." Pat the buttocks and ready to slip, the guy suddenly fainted and sighed.

A sigh chained like Meng Fu’s footsteps. She held her hand on the door frame, and it was difficult to turn the door in the door outside the foot.

The long-term Sun Wuji turned over on the couch and reached out to her. "Come, hug me."

Meng Fu pulled his legs and left.

"A person who is jealous of you, can you have a comforting hug?"

Meng Fu shakes it... Why is someone so arrogant to use the offensive? Also, Meng Fu shakes, why do you want to grow up with this kind of conscience?

The long-term grandson is beckoning, and a soft force is coming. He has dragged the guy with the conscience of his conscience to his body and hugged it. The hand lifted the hair of Meng Fu’s hair, and the smooth Ufa suddenly burst into fullness. bed.

The long-term Sun Wuji buried her head in her hair, and the satisfaction of the silent sarcasm, and then low said: "How do you think of it?"

Meng Fuyao struggled and replied: "The ingots forced me to come."

"Oh? You don't want to come over a little bit yourself?" The grandson laughed innocently, his eyes soft in the dark as a flower that would open.

"I just want to ask you," Meng Fuyao finally grabbed the right to breathe. He took a big breath and said: "The reason why I have no problems is that you have been adjusting the meridians for me?"

The long-term grandson laughed and didn't answer, only slowly took her hair, and used his fingers to straighten out a small bundle of tangled hair. He said: "Please comb your hair before you send it, you yell at you, spread out After the hair knotted."

Meng Fu shook his lip and looked at the guy who never refused to admit what he had done for her. His eyes were a little hot. Recently, his looks looked a little bad, his face was always awkward, and he thought he was busy with the state, he didn’t want to for her.

Just, just conditioning the meridians will make him a cow like this?

Meng Fu shook his eyebrows and asked what he was asking. He suddenly heard the distance, and a long and melodious music came from far away.

The tunes are ancient and mournful, the sound is simple and mellow, and there is a kind of pure beauty that washes away the skirts along the Hua Xie. In the ancient road, the snow blows through the Qing dynasty, the yin mountain snow flutters from the face, raises what you see, the desert, the heavens and the earth. One color, and in this moment, reminiscent of Jiangnan soft, Huaiyang Liu, Xie Jiayan, Xiaoqiao flowing water peach blossom, the pre-drink is not remembered, such as before.

This sound is not a flute, but the different Qing dynasty flute is bright, but there is no whirlwind taste, such as bitter tea in the mouth. After a long time, it will taste the vicissitudes of life and the charm, layer by layer on the tip of the tongue, go straight into the bottom of the heart, let people Think of the ups and downs of life like tea.

The two men embraced each other and listened quietly. At the end of the song, Meng Fu Sha was slightly wet.

She murmured: "Oh... I actually heard the distortion..."

The long-term Sun Wuji thoughtfully, suddenly pushed her gently, said: "Go."

Meng Fu got up and smiled at him. He went straight out and followed the sound through the yard. After passing the garden, it was a pavilion. On the top of the pavilion, the man in white like a snow blew to the moon, and the golden red dragon was In his palm, the ancient 闪烁 is shining with a gorgeous and thick, long-lasting accumulation of light.

His white clothes hang down the pavilion, flying like a silent dance, like some long-buried minds are difficult to export, intended to silence with some gestures.

Meng Fu leaped to the top of the pavilion, sitting quietly on his side, inadvertently on one side, Zong Yue immediately turned his head, but Meng Fu Sha actually happened to be in this moment, capturing a faint reflection of his moon on his cheek The light.

That is... tears?

Meng Fu shakes his heart and jumps, Zong Yue is actually, is crying?

This gentle but self-generated man, she never thought that this life will see him cry.

Zong Yue has quietly opened his mouth.

He said:

"Today is the day of jealousy... she has been away for seven years."