Legend of Fu Yao

It seems that it is just a long dream. There is a background of Xiafei's water in the dream. It is the blue lake of Nam Co. The cloudless high heavens and the white snow peaks are reflected on the lake, like solidified silver waves. From time to time, there are fish jumping up, and the sun is shining with colorful scales.

The mother is still ignorant when she is not sick. Standing by her side, the wind will blow up, and the mother's fingers will pass through her ear to tighten her, familiar warm touch.

I remembered that this was the only mother-daughter trip. Since my father’s father left home, my mother has taken her to survive in the narrow world of the poor. Fortunately, the mother is an open-minded person. She can work hard for overtime for ten yuan, or she can spend ten years of savings for her daughter's dream of crossing the plateau.

Standing in front of Nam Co Lake, the winds of the plateau are lingering, and the swords are pointing straight through the ice peaks of the sky, whistling to the vast land, outside the sky, there is a vague whisper, like a singer With the low-flying goshawk circling over her head, at that moment, she seemed to hear some sedimentary haze and obsession in the heart, being shattered by the wind and snow.

After returning from Namu Lake, she chose archaeology and history.

Choose the desert that is accompanied by the yellow sand, the giant Buddha that has been silenced for thousands of years, the deserted village that has been left untouched for a long time, the deep and mysterious canyon, and the cliff that hangs.

In a blink of an eye, she walked into the gloomy and long road, the blue-and-white porcelain lights flashed, and the wide stone paved ground was stepped back by the empty boots, and a huge lotus flower was carved on every three steps. The glyph's underground palace gradually appeared in front of her eyes, step by step, and the emerald behemoth in the ear chamber was silent.

Vaguely, it sounded like a singer-like voice, but there was no trace but it was everywhere, and the muttered in her ear. She pressed her heart and swayed toward the main tomb.

Yes, it is there.

It is so vast and huge that it exceeds the majestic and magical imagination of the human brain. The totem of the beast on the white stone column rises and rises, and the golden domes illuminate dozens of night pearls, as if creating another layer of nine heavens.

Her eyes only looked at the golden cockroach.

Where, who is sleeping quietly?

The gold python is engraved with patterns, which are faintly human.

She stepped forward.

"Shake."

Calling behind, kind and mournful, familiar tone, unfamiliar tone.

She turned around.

"mom……"

I don't know where to shoot a bunch of white light. In the white light, the mother's body is thin, like a paper person, and the blue-colored sickness suit stabbed her eyes.

"When, how are you?"

She stood still, tears poured into her eyes, and she turned to the place where the white light gathered.

There is her mother, her concern, the only port she can dock after she wanders, her... home.

Turning around the brakes, the inexplicable low-pitched singing behind him suddenly became louder, and the sound was louder than a single sound, and it became a huge sound wave, spreading to the whole temple until a wave of rushing, a tide rushing, as if to stay. Surround her.

"Wake up..."

"If you turn around, I am in hell."

......

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"Its daybreak."

The low-spirited male voice rang on the ear side, and it sounded a bit familiar. There was a glimpse of it, and Meng Fu’s thought that the voice in his dreams would reappear, and he once again crossed the time and space and went to a place where he had to go.

His eyes opened, and his slightly blurred vision trembled like a wave of water, reflecting the splendid face of the wind. Meng Fu shook for a while, only to remember that he had just seen it in that dangerous escape moment. The two sides of the man fell asleep in their arms and made a strange and bizarre dream.

It’s really a new experience in this life.

With a red face, Meng Fu sat up and looked around and found himself in a quiet room. Looking at the layout decoration, it was clearly the room of Xuanyuan Villa. In other words, they are still in Xuanyuanjian.

Yuan Zhaoxuan has changed a piece of clothing, but it is a common cloth. Unfortunately, this person's temperament is too good. The cloth is worn on him, and he can't hide his style at half point. Instead, he makes ordinary clothes, white and more noble and simple. The rhyme comes.

He sat on the chair and gently slid the tea stem with the tea cover. The ingot was on his shoulder, and the tea was almost cool, and the head was a bite.

Yuan Zhaoxuan smiled, it seems that he did not take it easy, Yuanbao adults sneaked successfully and triumphantly, Yuan Zhaozhen did not move the tea stems, and suddenly put the tea pot on the head of Yuanbao.

The huge heavy porcelain cup cover, the top of the ingot, the white head of the ingot, and immediately covered it under the lid of the cup. The ingots were too late to guard against the giants, and they did not practice the iron neck work. A short, drunk on the lid of the cup, turned three turns on Yuan Zhao's shoulder, and planted it on the ground.

The ingots who got up, didn't dare to ask the master to retaliate, and squatted to the corner to draw a circle. Yuan Zhaoyi didn't seem to have happened. He smiled and asked Meng Fu, who was watching the show. "Who dreams?"

Meng Fu shook his cockroaches, vaguely remembered the dream just now, his heart was a little embarrassed, and he gave birth to a little sullen, but he barely smiled. "Nothing, dreaming of some old things."

Yuan Zhaoyi took a cup of tea and raised his eyes from the squatting edge. His eyelashes were thick and dense, and densely covered with dark, dark eyes. "Oh? Old things? Then what do you hold me?"

"Ah?"

"You hold my sleeve and call my mother."

"Ah!!!"

Meng Fu’s face suddenly burst red.

Put down the samovar and lean against the chair. Yuan Zhao’s eyes are like laughing and laughing. “Mom? Is it a mother? Your name for the respected deity seems to be a little different from that of the Wuzhou mainland.”

Meng Fu was first stunned, and he was a little scared at random. He thought about it and smiled. "You said that you know everything about the five continents, but you don't know that our Yanhuang people call their mothers. They are called mothers." ”

“Yanhuang?” Yuan Zhao’s voice was calm, and he could not hear the surprise.

"Yes." Meng Fu shakes his face and does not change color. "Hengzhou is a small ethnic group. The generations live in the mountains and do not deal with outsiders. I was brought out by distant relatives since childhood. Nothing else is remembered, but this is true to the mother. The name is also a bit of an impression."

She blinked, reached out, and smiled generously. "I am Meng Fu Sha, thank you for saving me twice."

Yuan Zhaozhao’s eyes slowly fell on her palm-splitting palm and smiled. “This is also the courtesy of your Yanhuang people?”

Meng Fu shook his eyes. "In the customs of our people, when women reach out to you, it is very rude to ignore them."

"Is it..." Yuan Zhaoyu’s tail was dragged long, low and elegant, like the sigh in the nightmare. He slowly reached out and seemed to be holding Meng’s hand, but when the finger touched it, suddenly Pulling back and pulling Meng Fu into his arms.

He smiled low and Meng Fu shook his head, a touch of singular aroma, and surrounded by some stunned Meng Fu Sha.

"In the custom of our Promise, when a woman shows you closeness, you don't take her away, it is very stupid."