The Rise of Phoenixes

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I floated for a day, and I didn’t see the boat. Fortunately, I carried dry food and water, but it was inconvenient to catch fire, and I swallowed hard. Gu Nanyi rowed in the direction of the west during the day, but the boat board was not as good as the boat. Ning Cheng is not fast.

At night, the moon rises, the sky is clear and clear, and the snow-like moonlight spreads across the sea for thousands of miles. The ultimate sight is all the waves of light, and a ship board drifts towards the moonlight. Feng Zhiwei is in a huge Sighing in the golden moon, he said a little fortunately: "Fortunately, it will not be like the one in the book, but if it falls into the sea, it must meet a storm. Look at the weather. Within a few days, it will be sunny."

Looking at Nanyi on the side without speaking, he put the paddle aside, Feng Zhiwei looked at him distressedly and said, "You don't want me to paddle, and you won't stop, you're tired all day, take a break." His eyes turned. She was just seeing Gu Nanyi hiding her hands in her sleeves. She turned her eyes quietly and suddenly pointed to the horizon, saying, "What a beautiful seabird!"

Gu Nanyi looked up, Feng Zhiwei suddenly shot, dragged his sleeves and dragged her hand, she had paid attention to her strength when she dragged, Gu Nanyi still subconsciously shrank, it seemed a little shocked, Feng Zhiwei pointed , I have seen his slender white fingers, densely covered with blood bubbles, some of which are broken, some are not broken, dark hair purple, looking very scary.

She grabbed Gu Nanyi's hand, pursed her lips, and accused herself of being too careless. Gu Nanyi was not a boatman who held oars all year round. He couldn't master rowing skills. How could he not scratch his hands after a day of rowing?

Gu Nanyi seemed to be a little uncomfortable, he put his hands back, Feng Zhiwei refused, took off the hairpins, lit the waterproof flint, and roasted the hairpins, carefully began to help him pick blood bubbles one by one.

Her hair bun was scattered, her long black hair was covered, some fell on Gu Nanyi's shoulders, Gu Nanyi leaned over to sniff, Feng Zhi smiled slightly: "Don't make trouble..." Ning Cheng in the war raised his head and stared over, looking like an adulterer **you rolled away, Feng Zhiwei held the hairpin to compare Ning Cheng's eyes, and Ning Cheng took another snap and buried himself in the sea water.

The noisy noise was quiet, only Feng Zhiwei's gentle breath and the long singing of the sea breeze remained on all four sides, and the faint scent diffused together with the sea's translucent breath, which was clearly not easy to recognize, Gu Nanyi feels that she can separate clearly. Everything that belongs to her is always first and clearest in his world.

He lowered his eyes to see Feng Zhiwei covering his semi-wet clothes, kneeling down in front of him, his long eyelashes slightly drooping, his face quiet, the moon behind him as large as a disk, shining thousands of miles, and it reminded him of the mid-autumn period now. In the Mid-Autumn Festival, Gu Nanyi vaguely remembered that it was a day of reunion, and he slightly bent the corner of his lips in satisfaction-well, it was a good reunion.

Feng Zhiwei picked out the last blood bubble and found a piece in his underwear that was not soaked with seawater. He carefully gave Gu Nan a good bag and suddenly felt that he seemed to be in a happy mood, without raising his head. He smiled and asked, "I thought What a happy thing?"

Suddenly his shoulders warmed, but Master Gu's arm took him over. With a light and gentle posture, he wrapped her shoulders with a little care, and with a slight force on his fingers, Feng Zhiwei couldn't help leaning on his shoulders.

Feng Zhiwei felt a little uncomfortable. Looking back at Ning Cheng, she seemed to be asleep on the shipboard. She struggled a little, but heard the master sigh.

Gu Nanyi rarely sighed. His sigh was different from the sorrow of ordinary people. It was light and light, like this moment because of the sea breeze wandering lonely under the moon of reunion.

Feng Zhiwei's back stiffened, and suddenly remembered the conversation between the father and daughter he heard at the Xiliang Imperial Palace that day.

Gu Nanyi is not close to her, only leaning her chin gently on her temples, holding her and looking at the sky and moon, he seems to be satisfied as long as she holds her like this, he has not spoken, Feng Zhiwei knows he is speechless, also Don't want to break the quiet beauty of the night, sit quietly.

This night the sea tide was gentle, gently pushing the ship's board, the moonlight was like sprinkling silver all over, and the two people were clearly plated.

Feng Zhiwei suddenly heard Gu Nanyi gently said: "Reunion..."

Feng Zhiwei said, "Huh?", and this reflected what day it is today.

"Who did you spend Mid-Autumn Festival with?" she asked lowly.

Gu Nanyi seemed to think for a while before slowly saying: "I don't remember when I was young, and then the nurse will make me a pancake. She will talk a lot and sing that day, but I don't remember."

Feng Zhiwei listened quietly, thinking of the many years of the perfect night, but for him, it was actually crippled. Even though thousands of people surrounded him, he became independent and lonely until he finally understood the truth of reunion. Righteousness, but to be separated from the people around.

Fate has always been unfair to him.

She sniffed her nose, tightened her clothes tightly, and heard him melodiously: "Wee, it keeps floating like this, how good it is."

Feng Zhiwei gave a "hmm" sound, and felt that the people behind him seemed to be happy again, as if they could just float down without worry and sorrow, like a ray of wind, scattered in the unimpeded universe.

It's nice to float like this.

She leaned against Gu Nanyi quietly, and both of them lifted up their delicate jaws, looking at the bright moon in the distance, the moon seemed to be close to reach, and the pale blue veins could be seen clearly, swirling around, like mountains. The characters are like Penglai in the fairyland. Is there really a Penglai in the world, for those who are tired to walk to live in the world, to rest their minds among the green cliffs and white deer, and find the true freedom in the depths of the soul?

For a long time, the long sea breeze and the low-pitched seabirds whispered, Feng Zhiwei gently said: "I will sing you a Mid-autumn song..."

Gu Nanyi hummed low.

"Mother Moon, according to me, little girl, no mother..."

The singing voice is soft and gentle, just like the sound of the sea water, the sound of the tide, rolling across the vast sky and earth, the moonlight silhouettes the men and women embracing the silence, and the water flows to the dream of Penglai.

Feng Zhiwei didn't know when she went to sleep, as if she was tired of sleeping, and it seemed that Gu Nanyi had ordered her sleeping point. The moonlight and sea water last night were too gentle, and she seemed to hear from her dream in a dream. The whispering voices from the sky dome, empty and distant, warm and eager, in that whispering, she seemed to feel that someone gently pressed her face to her forehead, and someone seemed to whisper in her ear once, Say: Take care, know the details.