The flowers of Gaoling have been picked

"You hug me..." Hibiscus's trembling and timid voice came from Mu Jiangtian's neck.

"Jinmu, you drank too much, I'll help you to bed."

Mu Jiangtian forced himself to stay awake, but at the moment when Jinmu's lips were attached, all the last lines of defense in his heart collapsed, and there was not much left.

The houses in the deep alleys, the long night, the flickering candles, all lingering.

The rhododendrons outside the house are blooming, and the clusters of light yellow are moistened by the rain and become more graceful. Inside the house, a bean candle is illuminated by orange and yellow, and the two figures are interlaced and reflected on the beautiful white curtain. It is lingering. Cotton.

On the second day, when the brilliance illuminated the entire gray-blue sky and came galloping like thousands of horses from the distant horizon, the rainy season that had lasted for nearly half a month finally left reluctantly.

Mu Jiangtian didn't know when he was dressed neatly, maybe it was before dawn, or maybe after Jinmu fell asleep.

He sat on the side of the couch where he had been entangled all night in the house, with his back straight and a chiseled face without much expression, just looking at the person on the bed who had been tired all night until dawn.

The morning light came in through the damp wooden windows, illuminating the pale little face on the couch.

Hibiscus showed no sign of waking up, a pair of slender Edai eyebrows were tightly knit together, curled eyelashes trembled weakly, both hands clenched the quilt, as if having some nightmare, muttering to himself all the time.

Mu Jiangtian was far away and couldn't hear it, so he bent down gently and approached the ravaged red and swollen lips.

"Don't go...Jiang Tian...don't leave me alone..."

He finally heard it clearly, and a trace of reluctance flashed in those eyes that had never shown any thoughts.

Sighing imperceptibly, he slowly got up and walked to the door, but stopped, his legs seemed to be filled with molten iron slurry, dragging him abruptly, longing for him to stay.

Fu turned around again, came to Jinmu's bedside again, bent down, and lingered in that dream for the last time.

Reluctantly straightened up, stretched out his hands and gently twisted the quilt for Jinmu, Mu Jiangtian strode out of the door, closed the door gently, and never looked back.

In the room, the person on the bed rolled his eyes, opened them slowly, and reached out to wipe away the tear on his face, which was left by Mu Jiangtian.His body felt as if he had been trampled by a majestic horse, and the back was burning hotly. Hibiscus felt so painful that it hurt his heart.

It was obviously a night I longed for, why in the end, it was still me who was sad.

He retracted his head little by little into the damp bedding, buried in the mud all night, the room was empty, only the suppressed and weak sobs remained.

Mu Jiangtian prepared breakfast for Jinmu, cleaned up the house he lived in, went to the study for a while, and took down two picture albums from the wooden shelf.

He looked at the story book, and a smile gradually spread on his face. It was these two picture albums, one was the one that Jinmu snatched from him with a flushed face on the first day he came, and the other was the book that Jinmu When picking up the story book, he didn't stand firmly on the one that fell into his arms.

Putting the two picture albums into the luggage that he brought with him, he prepared everything like this, and before leaving, he never went to Hibiscus's room again.

When Jinmu got up, Mu Jiangtian had already left.

He sat up in a daze, and found that his body was clean and clean, and he smiled wryly while holding his sore waist. How could he not be emotional for such a caring and considerate person?

The whole night's tossing made him very hungry, and he wanted to get some food, but when he passed the study, he walked in by a ghost.

On the small old heavy wooden square table in the center of the study, there was a letter and a pair of calligraphy and painting quietly, which were left by Mu Jiangtian before he left.

When Hibiscus opened the letter, his face, which he wanted to pretend not to care about, was like a chapped and broken mask, and instantly collapsed, the circles of his eyes were flushed, and teardrops fell from his eyes and patted on the letter and the beautiful handwriting.

—— Hibiscus Taijian

It's really helpless to bother me for many days, I thank you for the trouble, I offer my humble work, I hope you can accept it, but the world is not stable, monsters are at work, and Mu needs to be on standby to stop it, but Mu is not talented, just I fell in love with you at the first sight. I have an unfeeling request. Hibiscus is willing to wait for me. When the oriole learns to sing for the first time, and the butterfly wants to try to fly, I will come back and marry you with ten miles of red makeup.

Jinmu folded the letter like a treasure and put it in his arms, then opened the calligraphy and painting on the table.

A few big characters that are chic and graceful appear vividly on the paper.

——If the two feelings last for a long time, how can they be in the same day and night...

Hibiscus hugged the calligraphy and painting into his arms, weeping uncontrollably, but his heart seemed to be warm.

He exerted all his strength and nodded heavily.

"I would like to wait for your return..."

From spring to autumn and year after year, every family has old friends returning home, but Mu Jiangtian is never seen in the mighty crowd. Eliminating demons and demons is not very important to Jinmu, he only looks forward to Mu Jiangtian It would be nice if you could come back.

Hibiscus believed that he would not lie to himself.

The rhododendrons in the courtyard are blooming again, and the continuous rainy season has started to fall again this year. The days of hibiscus waiting for Mu Jiangtian are countless.

Until later, Jinmu even sat in the room where Mu Jiangtian lived all day, lying on his bed, missing the breath he left behind.But on the wall of this room, there is another calligraphy and painting, which was written by Hibiscus.

——Fengyue enters my lovesickness bureau, how can lovesickness fail to agree.

Later, when he couldn't even sleep at night, he hugged his quilt, ran to Mu Jiangtian's room, and fell asleep peacefully in the atmosphere full of his familiarity. Waiting and waiting became a habit. , Thinking about it has become a habit, and thinking about Mu Jiangtian has also become a habit.

The days pass by like a fleeting horse, and ten spring and autumn have passed without knowing it, monsters are rampant, and the people are frightened and displaced.Jinmu still didn't wait for Mu Jiangtian to come, and he didn't know how he was doing, whether he was suffering, whether he thought of him, he wanted to find him, but was afraid that he would leave, and Mu Jiangtian would be worried if he couldn't find him when he came back. .

Only now did he realize that he had lived alone for most of his life, and only the half a month with Mu Jiangtian was the happiest time in his life.

It was the rainy season again, and Liushan Xuetan, a Taoist temple in the north, finally became famous. Jinmu got up early to buy vegetables as usual. Now, but the man has become her son, and said to him: "Oh, Mr. Jin is here again, Mr. Jin, have you heard of the Liushan Snow Lake? You are really a fairy in our mortal world! Ever since the Liushan Snow Lake , we ordinary people don’t need to be afraid of those evil ghosts and monsters! By the way, I heard that the head of Liushan Xuetan is named Mu, what is his name..."

Hibiscus was originally picking eggs while listening to him chatting quietly to himself, but when he heard the word Mu, the hand picking eggs stopped suddenly, and the warm smile froze on his face, he raised his head and listened carefully to what he said, for fear of missing something. one word.

"It's called Mu Jiangtian, yes, it's called Mu Jiangtian," the man's expression suddenly brightened when he remembered, "I heard that he's getting married, and he's still a childhood sweetheart who shared weal and woe, tsk tsk, I didn't expect the head of Liushan Xuetan to be an infatuated Plant it."

Snapped--

The egg was released from the hand and fell to the ground. The crispy thin shell instantly shattered, and thick yellow water flowed all over the floor.

"Hey! Mr. Jin, what's wrong with you?" The man saw that his egg was broken and wanted to scold him, but when he looked up and saw Jin Mu's pale and livid face, he held back his words and changed them abruptly. sentence.

I saw Jinmu trembling back a few steps, raising his script and trying to escape, but when he turned around, he was held back by the man: "Young Master Jin, I haven't paid you yet."

Only then did Jinmu come to his senses, fumbled around and took out a few taels of silver from his pocket to give him, then turned and ran.

The man wanted to return the extra silver to him, but before he could speak, he looked up and saw Jinmu running away.

He ran straight back to his room, but his anxiety grew stronger and stronger, so he went to Mu Jiangtian's room again.

Lying on the bed he used to lie on, the violent trembling all over his body gradually disappeared.Jinmu didn't believe it, he thought it was just the same name and surname, Mu Jiangtian couldn't forget him, couldn't forget the promise he made to him, there are so many people with the same name in the world, it must be just a coincidence.

Since then, Jinmu didn't even go out very often. He was afraid of hearing some rumors with the same name and surname again, so he just wanted to close himself up, in this old alley, in this courtyard.

But he didn't know that that person was already the head of Liushan Xuetan, respected by others, and he had two children. He had already forgotten the small city of Muchuan, and the family he lived in when he came to hide from the rain.

I would like to wait for your return, but there is no date for your return.

In the old alleys of Shenhu, there are lush vegetation.

Hibiscus was lying on Mu Jiangtian's bed, still holding the old letter with curled edges in his arms, his pair of beautiful peach blossom eyes were no longer shy and bright as before, but the calligraphy and painting on the wall were still in his eyes.

The rhododendrons in the courtyard were decaying and falling, and the hibiscus tree in the room had also closed its eyes and never woke up again.

The rainy season is coming and going, and the vegetation in the old house is deep.

Liu Chehan withdrew his sword, and Jing Zhan held the artifact.

Seems to have figured this out too.

What Su Wangli said was right, nearly a hundred years had passed, and Mu Jiangtian was no longer in the human world, and had entered the cycle of karma.

However, Jinmu was too obsessed with being too obsessed with crossing the gate of hell and walking on the road to Huangquan, so he bound himself in calligraphy and painting, and waited foolishly for Mu Jiangtian's return.

The artifact ultimately belonged to Jing Zhan, without the support of the artifact, Hibiscus would not be able to last long.

Covered in scarlet, he cried loudly: "Why! Mu Jiangtian! Why didn't you wait for me! Why! Why..."

Gradually, his voice sank, and he covered his face and sobbed softly.

Under the dazzling sunshine, Hibiscus's body turned into red starlight inch by inch, like red dandelions flying all over the sky, drifting towards the boundless sky with the wind.

There are [-] characters in the world, but love characters are the most murderous.

Until the last moment, Hibiscus was still muttering: "You...why didn't you wait for me..."

This year's rhododendrons are blooming, so beautiful...

"Master, does he also..." Jing Zhan held the artifact in his hand, hesitantly said to Su Wangli.

Su Wangli naturally understood what he meant. Now that Jinmu is no longer a human being, she naturally cannot enter the path of reincarnation. She has already disappeared into the world of mortals just like Cai'er Qiongqi.

He cleared his throat, and said in a cold tone, "Humans and ghosts have different paths... If Jinmu's obsession is not deep, reincarnation and reincarnation, if there is a destiny, the two of them will meet each other in the next life, and continue the relationship in this life." ..."

Su Wangli didn't answer Jing Zhan directly, but Jing Zhan understood.

"In this case...why did you make the promise..." Su Wangli murmured in a low voice.

Jing Zhan heard the prestige and looked at him, he was obviously so arrogant and indifferent, with an aloof expression that didn't care about everything, but what kind of thoughts did he use to say these words...

His master is ruthless in doing things, but he has a heart, and he will feel sad and sad for others' love.

Jing Zhan suddenly remembered all the things that the two of them experienced in the illusion, so beautiful and comfortable.

There is nothing more joy in the world than being in love with each other.

At this moment, Su Wangli actually wanted to go with Jing Zhan.

If he could do the same with Jing Zhan...he thought that his obsession would not be much less than that of Hibiscus.

Thinking of this, Su Wangli glanced at Jing Zhan, who knew that the eyes of the two collided instantly.

Su Wangli immediately withdrew his gaze, coughed twice in embarrassment, and the bases of his ears were smudged red.

Jing Zhan still looked at Su Wangli, and his thoughts that were already clear in the illusion became blurred at this moment. His master was light and bright, and for him, all kinds of emotions entangled his heart. It's just an uneducated, poor-quality dirt.

Thinking of this, those slender glazed eyes were unconsciously stained with heartbreak and inferiority complex.

He finally understood the liking for Su Wangli, it was his daring liking, but once he knew it in his heart, he humbled himself to the dust...

Su Wangli felt uncomfortable being stared at by that hot gaze, and immediately turned around pretendingly, frowning and staring at Jing Zhan.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the petals of the artifact in Jing Zhan's hand turn from scarlet to golden.

"He wants you to give him a name."