In this spring season, it is spotless and crystal clear.
The blossoming clouds reflect on the clear sea of lovesickness.
The microwaves of fish scales and the turquoise river water add to the color of the floating clouds, which is exceptionally gorgeous, but no matter how beautiful the environment is, it cannot open up the blinded heart.
Yong Buli was taken to the entrance of the training hall by the village guards.
"My child, I have wronged you!" the village chief said.
Yong Buli smiled, shook his head and said:
"I am okay!"
The village chief turned around, waved to the executioner, and shouted: "Kill!"
Yong Buli was pressed on the chopping block by the executioner.
The broadsword was waving above his head, shining brightly, staring directly into his eyes.
"Brother Yong!"
"Brother Yong!"
"Brother Yong!"
Yuzhu, Chao Xiangyang, and Shui Mufang were all crying.
The villagers also agreed.
A sad atmosphere filled the whole sky.
Just when the knife was about to fall.
Su Mengjing still showed up.
Zhao Qian, who was hiding in the dark, saw Su Mengjing, and felt happy and sad at the same time!
A gust of wind blew up, and the executioner's knife fell on the chopping board, frightening Yong Buli. Fortunately, he did not hurt himself.
Then, under Su Mengjing's control, Yong Buli was sucked in and taken away.
Zhao Qian cried completely again.
He desperately chased in the direction of Yong Buli.
Han Zinan’s father blamed Old Man Tianji:
"Why didn't you stop me?"
Old Man Tianji looked at everyone and said:
"I'm going to repair the Zhoutian Xingdou Formation now."
Immediately, Old Man Tianji also left and went straight to the Beast King Valley.
Yong Buli was rescued by Su Mengjing.
Zhao Qian kept chasing after her desperately.
"Your fiancée is still chasing you, do you want to say a few words to her?"
"I……"
Su Mengjing stopped in mid-air and slowly fell to the ground.
Zhao Qian finally caught up.
"Zhao Qian!"
"Brother Yong, you have to take good care of yourself!"
"Yeah, you too! Promise me you will laugh more often in the future!!"
"Who am I going to laugh at in the future?"
"Let's make a promise, forget me, and start over! But you must still have a happy face every day!"
"I don't want it, I don't want it! I just want to be by your side, I love you, I really love you, I just want to be by your side, I love you!"
"..." Yong Buli didn't answer.
"Okay, okay, I know what you mean. Alas, it's not like I can't bear it. From now on, it's just that you won't be with me, right? So, I just want to hear you admit that you don't like me.
Is it that difficult? I will definitely be able to bear it! Please take care of your health, okay? Brother Yong, you must be happy, okay? I won’t bother you in your world anymore. It doesn’t matter, but you must be happy.
, Brother Yong.”
Yong Buli became more and more sad as he listened, and decided to turn around and leave. After a spell, a ray of light flew to his feet.
Then it started to fly forward, and Su Mengjing also flew away.
"Brother Yong."
"Brother Yong."
"Brother Yong."
In the end, Yong Buli still didn't say the words he didn't like and continued to remain silent.
Yong Buli flew far away, Zhao Qian couldn't catch up, and Yong Buli couldn't hear him.
"Brother Yong, Brother Yong, how can I live without you! Brother Yong, will we see you again? Brother Yong! Are you afraid that I will disappear from your world forever without any news? I will ask you, are you afraid?
Ah~"
Zhao Qian cried and cried until it got dark.
However, Yong Buli no longer came back.
In the dark night, she watched him off with tears on her face, surrounded by the night, the roar of the waves, and the stinging wind.
As the black was applied one by one, as time passed little by little, and as the petals fell one by one, she and him were separated by thousands of miles. Even if she screamed hoarse, she could never call him back.
No matter how ruthless it bites, no matter how painful it is all over the body, it can only make the following vision become more and more blurred in the eyes, sinking into this empty reluctance.
Heaven and earth are playing with the sound of resentment, like weeping or complaining, resentment or anger, lingering and melancholy, lingering.
It was the ruthlessness of the night. It slid across her cheeks hard, pierced her heart silently, and covered her breathing. Even the dormant warmth of the stars burned her watch and deepened her
The haggardness and coldness of the face were burned out in the moonlight, frozen in the dark night, and kept warm by the faint lights.
In love, she was completely captured by the ancient battle of love, invaded, occupied, and deeply scratched with thousands of scars, leaving loneliness in her bones. As the painful cancer slowly spread,
Slowly diffuse until it is submerged and immersed.
The stone road is the same as the sky, but they are already two worlds. With a heavy step, she relies on the faint light of the moon in the darkness, feels the faint courage left in the memory of the familiar, and searches for the images of the past.
Looking for the way back.
In the house, there were stories he left behind, his remaining warmth, and a stack of letters he left on the table. She walked up to it, opened it, read it, and stopped at the window for a long time, and then couldn't help but
I cried completely.
The letter said:
"Miss Qian'er, I hope that after parting, you will comb your temples again, sweep your eyebrows beautifully, and become graceful and graceful, choose a true master, and play in front of the shadow court, imitate the harmonious rhythm of the piano and sesame, resolve grievances and resolve knots,
Don’t even hate each other, say goodbye to each other, and say hello to each other for the rest of my life.”