The flowers of Gaoling have been picked

I used to sit and couldn't see clearly, but now I can see clearly.

The boy is tall, tall and straight, with a long body, all black hair tied up in a high ponytail, and the whole person looks radiant.

It was the first time that Yuan'er was so close to him, she was really startled, she couldn't even hold the stove in her hand, she backed away tremblingly, she dropped the stove in her hand, she didn't even pick it up, she turned around and wanted to flee back to the house, afraid The young man smelled the bitter smell of medicine on his body and despised himself.

It's a pity that the sky is not as good as people want, and things often go against her heart.

The boy picked up the floor heater, caught up with her in two or three steps, and reached out to grab Yuan'er's wrist, only to feel that the wrist was extremely slender, and the protruding bones hurt his hand.

He wiped off the dust and dirt on the stove, and stuffed it into Yuan'er's skinny hands.

The sparrow turned her around and faced him. When he let go, he couldn't help pinching her paper-thin wrist, frowned, and said in dissatisfaction: "Tsk...too thin. …”

Hearing the young man's disgust, Yuan'er immediately withdrew her hands and hid her hands in her light blue wide sleeves, for fear that the young man would feel disgusted again when he saw it.

The sparrow leaned forward and approached her, covered her temples, wrinkled the tip of her nose and sniffed carefully, and whispered to her ear: "You smell really good, a faint floral scent..."

The moist hot air sprayed on the side of Yuan'er's ear, drawing out the outline shape and getting into the ear mischievously, making the tip of Yuan'er's ear itchy, and her heart was hot.

Obviously, the smell of bitter soup and medicine all over the body, how can it smell good?

The root cause of the disease brought out from the mother's womb when I was young, it can't be cured no matter how hard it is, I have to hang on the soup all day long, I don't know how long it can last, my body seems to be pickled by this sour medicine soup, no matter how fragrant it is Take a bath, just can't get rid of it.

Yuan'er felt inferior in her heart, and always felt that the young man just liked to make fun of her, so she was so angry and annoyed that she pushed him away with all her strength, turned around and wanted to escape back into the house.

The boy didn't expect that he would frighten her by jumping down, and he was a little flustered.

"Little heater, little heater! How did you run so fast today?" The boy was tall and long-legged, quick to move, and wished to be small and slender, so naturally he was not as good as him, and was stopped when he walked to the room.

She lowered her head and didn't want to look at him, her voice was hoarse but stubborn: "It doesn't smell good...it doesn't smell good at all! It smells bitter, how can it smell good? Why did you humiliate me like this!"

Yuan'er's voice was not loud, but the yard was large, and the surrounding area was empty and silent, not even the sparrows on the branches twittered, and there were only two people left.

The young man didn't speak, the tall figure blocked Yuan'er's path, and he was determined not to move.

Seeing that he didn't react or make a sound, the girl raised her head in a daze, and what caught her eyes was the bright smiling face of the young man, blending with the bright sunshine around her.

The young man stretched out his hand and gently scratched the delicate tip of Yuan'er's nose, and then flicked her on the head dissatisfied.

Yuan'er's bright eyes were wide open, she didn't know whether to cover her nose or her forehead with her hands, and stared at him angrily with her pale face, as if she had been bullied.

The culprit had no remorse. He glanced at the wooden corridor pedal behind him, sat down carelessly, stretched out his hand to pat his side, and said to Yuan, "Come, sit."

The young man blocked the door of the room, wishing his son could not get in, so he could only squeeze the small stove in his hand, and sat down next to the young man with great reluctance.

For a while, the backyard returned to the usual silence, and the two looked up at the big locust tree outside the high wall. The branches were thick and it seemed that it had passed through many years.

The young man picked up his nose and inhaled forcefully, his smile widened, and he said softly, "It smells so good..."

fragrant?

Acacia fragrance?Herbaceous?Pansixiang?In short, it is definitely not the bitter medicine fragrance on my body...

Yuan'er felt bitter in her heart, and a bitter taste gushed out of her mouth. This taste was too bitter, bitterer than all the soups and medicines she had ever drank, and her bitter heart was sour.

"You smell so sweet..." The boy was like a roundworm in Wish's stomach, he clearly knew what she was thinking, and looked at her with lowered eyes: "Little heater, you are more fragrant than Sophora japonica, More fragrant than grass, sweeter than honey, what kind of bitter soup, what kind of sour smell, to me, no matter what, you are the most fragrant..."

The young man's voice was soft, and it was gentle and considerate that he had never had before.

The summer wind blows away all the sweltering heat, the leaves are rustled by the wind, the fragrance of locust tree flowers, grasses and trees, and honey all come with the wind and melt into the bitter medicinal fragrance of Yuan'er.

Yuan'er didn't speak, but her heart stopped beating because of the boy's words, the stove in her hand creaked, but her head lowered lower and lower, wishing she could bury it in the soil and disappear beside the boy.

Seeing her appearance, the young man chuckled softly, stretched out his hand to take the stove in Yuan'er's hand, put one hand behind Yuan'er, and put it next to her ear, like a breeze blowing past the ear, the slightest bit of numbness got into the ear, along the The blood flowed through the body and flowed into the heart.

"If you pinch it again, it will break..." The boy pretended to be calm and calm, but in a place where Yuan'er couldn't see, the roots of his ears were flushed, his lips opened and closed, and the corners of his mouth But the words hesitated for a long time, hesitating.The hand behind Yuan'er slowly clenched, with bulging veins, and finally spoke.

"Yuan, can you wait for me? Will you marry me when I return?"

The sound of leaves, birds chirping, wind, all the sounds are at this moment all returned to silence, only the sound of heartbeat and breathing are intertwined...

He always felt that he might be obsessed with ghosts for a while, but in the past ten years, she was the only one who added a touch of color to his bleak life...

The young man had no father and no mother, and was accepted as a disciple by the elder Yulang of Liushan Xuetan, and named him Liu Qianshan. But it happened that such an uninhibited and indulgent wandering boy, in Rangtang Town, on that sultry and humid afternoon, the boy's indulgent heart had a belonging, more ties, and entanglement.

But Liushan Xuetan clearly stipulates that Taoist disciples must abandon the seven emotions and six desires, and must not take half a step into the world of mortals, but how can they take back the heart that has already been moved?

Liu Qianshan finally chose to give up his clear path in exchange for a lifetime of illusory dreams and love.

On the white snow, on the top of Mt. Liu, in the Qingming Hall, the lights were brilliant, solemn and solemn, Liu Qianshan solemnly knelt in front of a green robe, and heavily kowtowed three times.

Elder Yulang sighed helplessly when he saw this, and said without hesitation: "You really want to give up your hard training for that woman!"

Liu Qianshan nodded earnestly, looked at Yulang, and replied: "The disciple is unfilial, his emotions and desires are constantly cut, and he is involved with the hustle and bustle of the world. He has failed the master's painstaking efforts."

"You! She has no energy left! She can't last much longer!" Elder Yulang said angrily.

"Whether it's a year, a day, or just an hour, as long as Qian Shan can be by Yuan'er's side, he will have no regrets in his heart."

"Good! Good! What a heart without regrets! Liushan Xuetan taught you so much! It's not to support you for nothing! Since you insist on leaving, then you will complete the last thing for the teacher, and you will no longer be Liu Shanxuetan disciple."

Liu Qianshan bowed his head again: "Thank you, Master."

He was finally going to regain his freedom, and finally he could stay with the little heater for the rest of his life. He swore that he would cure the little heater's illness.

"Will you marry me?" Liu Qianshan felt uneasy when he saw that the little heater didn't answer, so he asked again in a trembling voice.

Yuan'er just came back to her senses, changed from frightened to pleasantly surprised, her pale face was covered with a thin layer of red, her mouth couldn't hide a smile, she was happy in her heart, but she said incoherently: "You, why are you doing this? Shameless, who wants to marry you."

After that, he got up and went back to his room.

Liu Qianshan also stood up, but didn't catch up. He could clearly see the smile on Xiao Nuanlu's face just now, clearly willing, but he refused to admit it.

"Xiao Nuanlu, wait for me, wait for me! Come to marry you!"

Liu Qianshan smiled brightly, seeing the reddened ears of the small heater was very happy in his heart, and his voice became louder unconsciously.

Yuan'er immediately turned around, put it upright in front of her mouth, and silenced him: "You, stop shouting."

"Then why don't you wait for me, little heater."

Yuan'er smiled, with a shy expression on her face, the moment she closed the door, she still didn't agree: "I won't wait."

After finishing speaking, he closed the door of the room and waited for a long time with his back against the door. After calming down his excitement, he turned around and opened the door, wanting to answer the truth, but the outside of the room was already empty and there was no one there.

Time flies like an arrow, the sun and the moon fly by, year after year, the locust tree has bloomed for an unknown number of times, and Yuan'er's health is getting worse and worse, and she can't even get off the couch, but she has never seen the boy again.

Originally, he thought that the young man must have come here long ago, seeing that he was not seen under the locust tree, he thought that he really did not wait for him, so he left.

If I had known this was the case, I should have promised him well back then, what would I do with those tempers...

In the autumn solstice, the flowers wither, and the green leaves fall to the ground profusely, falling to pieces in the cold and sharp autumn wind.

She wanted to see the boy again, and Xiao Nuanlu wanted to tell the sparrow in person.

I love you, I love you, I love you...

again and again.

Those boring days, those days of single-mindedness, those days of pain, those days of being tortured by illness.

It is full of prints, writing——

Brother Bird...Liu Qianshan...

I'm waiting for you,

I like you,

I love you......

I am willing to be your bride and stay with you for the rest of my life... live in peace and stability, and never be separated.

Yuan'er dragged her exhausted body, step by step, with all her strength, to the withered pagoda tree, leaning against the wall, in a daze, she saw the figure she had been thinking about day and night, her bird Brother, step by step, with a cheerful smile, dressed in a groom's wedding dress, handsome and unrestrained, walked up to her, hugged Yuan'er into his arms, and whispered softly: "I'm sorry for keeping you waiting for so long... ..."

"No...no...you're here...just...ok..."

Under the locust tree, beside the high wall, the fragrance wafted into her nostrils, Yuan'er closed her eyes contentedly, the tears on her cheeks were still wet, but she could no longer wipe them away.

Obsession is too deep, unable to enter reincarnation...

The unconscious ghosts wandered around the town, and they were finally transformed into this appearance...

"He said, he will help me, as long as there are enough hearts, he can help me find Brother Que..."

The female ghost lowered her head, her eyes dangling in the air.

"Who is he?" Su Wangli asked sharply.

"He...he is the god of all things...he is...no! no! I can't say! I...I don't know... "The female ghost's drooping eyes finally fell to the ground and turned into a puddle of sewage. Immediately afterwards, her arms, legs, and her whole body began to slowly turn into sewage.

"Little master... have you ever had someone you love?" The female ghost's ferocious face was suddenly gentle, and she whispered: "If there is... I hope you can catch him Hold him tightly... let him understand your heart...don't be like me... regretting for a lifetime..."

Wishing children with a peaceful expression, at the end, closing a pair of empty eyes, and finally disappearing into the world of mortals.

The surroundings returned to silence, except for the pool of blood and pus on the ground, it seemed that nothing had happened.

Su Wangli withdrew his voice and flew down with his feet.

He bent down to pick up the mask on the ground, patted the dust, and put it back on his face.

——If there is... I hope you can hold him and hold him tightly... let him understand your intentions...

Yuan'er's words still echoed in his ears.

Su Wangli laughed at himself, the tiredness in his eyes could not be concealed, and he murmured: "He doesn't need to understand..."

"Master!"

There was a rustling sound in the woods in the distance, and then Jing Zhan appeared in a narrow navy blue shirt and landed beside Su Wangli.

Seeing the mess on the ground, he immediately stepped forward to check Su Wangli in a panic, and said, "Master, have you ever been injured?"

He took a few steps back calmly, avoiding Jing Zhan, and said in a cold voice, "No problem."

Jing Zhan didn't notice Su Wangli's evasion, and complained to himself: "This group of black toads are really smart enough to lead me to nowhere. They came up to dig out my heart, thanks to my disciples. It took hard work to beat those stinky toads to the ground."

He smiled and said triumphantly: "Heard a voice from here, so I followed Li Yin to find it."

Su Wangli just listened like this, seeing him like a child wanting to be praised, couldn't hold back, and reached out to touch his head, but found that Jing Zhan was so tall that he couldn't touch the top of his head, Then he wanted to withdraw his hand.

Unexpectedly, Jing Zhan grabbed his wrist.

Su Wangli fine-tuned the fox's eyes to open wide, how could he grab Master's hand like this?

It's not polite!

Just when he was about to get angry, Jing Zhan bent down, his face gradually moved closer to Su Wangli, put that slender white hand on top of his head, and acted shamelessly: "Master, Jing Zhan wants you to praise me. "

Su Wangli's face was flushed red, looking at the magnified handsome man in front of him, he swallowed unconsciously, and was attracted to lead him by the nose, and gently stroked the hand on top of his head a few times. Softened, said: "You are great..."

Jing Zhan stared at Su Wangli's thin, moist and crystal-clear lips, distracted, eager to kiss them.

Think like this, and do like this.

In the quiet night, in the dark courtyard, Jing Zhan clasped Immortal Yaohua's slender waist with one hand and his wrist with the other, and pressed him to himself, fixed his eyes on those two lips, and slowly lowered his head to press down .

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Su Wangli: "I also feel that the development of the two of us is a bit slow."

Tangtang: "Don't worry, don't worry, there are only a few chapters left."

Jing Zhan: "I'm in a hurry!"