Song of Monsters (Snow Snow)

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He came to her side and squatted down, gently scooped up a spoonful of soup medicine, and moved it to her lips very lightly.

However, the man raised his eyes slightly to look at him, his eyelashes flickered, his breath was warm, his slender fingers lightly brushed the back of his hand, and he slowly held the spoon, the corners of his mouth naturally turned up and his vermilion lips parted slightly, in a soft voice: "Take it yourself... ...," Said that a trace of loneliness flashed in his eyes, "it's all right..."

However, that person was too close to her, so she couldn't help but be fascinated by it. Her cheeks were cool, her eyes bright and her teeth bright, like a graceful woman walking out of an ink painting. Her brows were slightly wrinkled by the pain of medicine, but her lips were even more moist and soft.

After drinking the decoction, Zichang came back to his senses and put the utensils on the table next to him. Although he didn't want to leave, but he still had things to do, he turned to her and said, "... and rest well, and come back at night." Look at you, when the time comes, I will sing Xun to show you..." After speaking, he got up and left the tent with some reluctance.

But Yu'er looked at the back of him leaving, with a hint of self-mockery on her lips.

The entanglement between Mo Xue and Cui Jian flashed in his mind, and he couldn't help but feel hard to hide.

I have never felt that the time is so long. Zeng Jin lived for her, and what is the purpose of living now? Looking at the white camp cloth in front of him, the sun shone through it and it was very dazzling, but the man still looked at it blankly. , all reason disappeared under Mo Xue's ruthlessness...

At this moment, he looks like a walking dead, even smiling without a smile...

I didn't move a step, and the sun finally tilted slowly, and the shadow of the wooden table in the tent moved secretly from left to right. I never felt so empty and lonely, but Yu Nian had to slowly accept this kind of loneliness.

It wasn't until it was dark inside the tent, and the flames flickered outside, that the man's shadow was finally reflected on the curtain.He gently opened the curtain and still had that gentle smile on his mouth, but it seemed that he was too busy during the day, his cheeks were a little dusty, and his clothes were not as clean as before.

Yu'er turned his head to look, evoking a wry smile.

The bonfire outside the tent reflected on her face through the tent cloth, but it was not warm but rather cold.

Zichang saw her so depressed, so he walked over slowly and took her hand, stroking her cold and soft palm with his fingers.

"Let's go to watch the moon outside the account, and I'll blow the Xun for you..." He met her eyes as he spoke, but affection flashed in his eyes.

Seeing such eyes, if I used to, I would definitely keep my distance, but I don't know when I started to long for this kind of eyes.

The man didn't care whether Yu'er agreed or not, he picked her up from the mat, and kept his eyes on her cheek quietly.

And she stared at his eyes for a while, stretched out her hands to hug his neck, her clothes were messy, and she leaned back slightly, revealing a happy smile, but a drop of cold tears in her dark green pupils wetted her black hair over the ear...

Mo Xue...Mo Xue...it's not Zichang who echoes in her heart...

Zichang didn't notice, seeing her smiling happily, he carried her out of the tent.

The bright moon hangs high outside the tent, and one can see one camp after another at a glance, but there is an open space not far away, and a bonfire is set up on the open space.

He hugged Yu'er, walked towards the bonfire, got to the side, and gently put her down.

Then he looked into her eyes, took out the exquisite six-hole pottery xun from his bosom, and sat cross-legged on the sand, flexible and proficient.

The Xun music is deep, like the sound of the beginning of autumn. In this desert, the night is long, and the cool breeze exudes a trace of sadness...

The person listened, and slowly sat on the ground, the white clothes were a little weak against her body, her eyes were staring at the bonfire, as if the person in the fire was swaying in red, and there were tenderness in the eyes of that person.

A gust of cold wind blew through the hair, as if the person had come, but when he raised his head slightly, he could only see the whitish crescent moon icy and cold...

Unconsciously, the smile on his face was full of self-deprecating, so he gently leaned on Zichang's shoulder... You are so promiscuous, but what is it like to be promiscuous?I just feel ridiculous in my heart.

However, the man felt the warmth of his neck and turned his head slightly. Seeing her cold cheek leaning against him, he straightened his back even more, and his eyes were gentle with blowing Xun.

Just snuggling up like this, the song ended, but the memories continued, she fell into his arms weakly, lying sideways on his lapped legs...

However, the man put down the xun and looked down at her, only to find that her eyes were filled with endless thoughts, which was deep and painful.

Your eyes are a little lonely, who are you so depressed because of missing, you gently stroked her cold cheek with your hand, and stared at her.

"Who are you thinking about..." He asked softly.

However, the man was still looking at the bonfire, with a sad smile on his face, and his tone was weak: "Mo Xue..."

"What..." Zichang visibly trembled, but he still calmed down, his expression became more serious, "But did she hurt you?"

I don't know when, there are a lot of soldiers around, it seems that they are all because of Xun Le.

The crowd interrupted their conversation.

"My lord! The Xun music you sang is so nice, can you play another one?"

One of the soldiers sat down beside him while talking with a face full of surprise, but a look of surprise flashed in his eyes when he saw the woman in white in the arms of the lord.

There is usually an accompanying battalion in the military camp, but this is the first time I have seen such a fascinating person, and it is difficult to describe it in words. If I have to say it, it is both demon and fairy, like a ghost, but she is lying on the lap of an adult like this On the road, even being stared at by others is not frightening... Unknowingly, he squinted his eyes.

The other soldiers also cast their gazes, and they all sat down slowly on the ground, whispering to the man in their arms and discussing with each other.

Seeing that they were paying too much attention to Yu'er, Zichang coughed lightly, with a serious expression on his face: "This is my confidante, don't talk about it any more."

When the soldiers heard this, they immediately sat upright, thinking that Zichang had some status in the barracks, and the soldiers respected him very much.

But at this moment... the sound of calm and powerful footsteps was getting closer.

Before seeing him, he could already hear his heroic laughter, full of aura.

"Hahahahaha! Zichang is in a good mood today, so why don't we play another song [Beauty Drunk]..."

Looking in the direction of the sound, the man was tall and mighty, with bushy eyebrows and big eyes, walking slowly and standing opposite Zichang, separated by the bonfire.

"General!" The surrounding soldiers immediately stood up.

"Haha, no need, sit down." The man said and waved his hand, and the soldiers sat down one after another with smiles on their faces.

"General..." Ran Zichang seemed to have a special relationship with him, and he just nodded before getting up.

"Ha..." The man seemed to want to say something more, but his eyes passed through the bonfire and looked at Zichang's cheek, but he was involuntarily attracted by the person in his arms...

Unknowingly, he opened his mouth, his expression became dull, and he stared at him obsessively.

However, Yu'er slightly raised her eyes, the flames imprinted her clear eyes, she smiled at him, and gently played with the black hair that slid down from Zichang's legs with the tip of her right finger.

Occasionally, when his fingertips brushed the side of the man's leg, he would tremble slightly, a little shy.

"This... this is..." the general murmured without moving his eyes.

Ran Zichang frowned slightly, the general seemed to care too much about his son, he took a deep breath, and held Yu'er's restless right hand: "Er... let me introduce, this is General Wang Ziyi, and this It's me." Speaking of this, he looked down at her, seeing that she was also looking at him, and his voice was gentle, "...it's my confidante... Yuer..."

While she listened, she seemed to be immersed in memories, her eyes looked into his eyes, as if she was looking at Mo Xue.

"A confidante... a bosom friend?" General Wang nodded with a smile, "Brother Zichang is so lucky..." With a long tone, her eyes were still looking at Yu'er. In the flames, she was charming even though she didn't mean it, that is The longing for sex/lust coming from the bones.