Fengyue Dengxue

Gu Yunjing turned around and looked behind him. At first glance, he looked into a pair of jet-black eyes, which were so intense that they seemed to absorb the darkness of the entire night, bottomless. "I like the moonlight of the Lantern Festival the most. It is the first full moon night of the year. After this night, it will start to be incomplete, but after fourteen nights, it will return to fullness and be endless." On the table Gu Yunjing searched around, but saw that Yan Yuan picked up the wick with a pair of delicate scissors, subtracted the stamens, and the yellow light from the fire made his eyebrows and eyes gentle.Why cut the candles in the west window together, but talk about the rainy night in Bashan.This state of mind is truly recognized today. "Do I really look so similar to him that you misidentify him?" Gu Yunjing smiled shallowly, only feeling something swell in his heart, full of looks that were about to overflow but he couldn't get rid of it, and he brushed his face as he spoke. The hair on the left shoulder blocked the line of sight, and then realized that the hair tie disappeared at some point, and the hair was scattered on the head and shoulders, feeling a little uncomfortable. "In the world of life, the most elusive thing is often the present time. I can't see clearly, I can't figure it out. I started to think this way after I knew you." Gu Yunjing whispered, looking at Yan Yuan's puzzled eyes, his heart moved, The words came out with the wind, "Give me a lotus lantern." Who can complain about a loneliness, there is no regret and affection.There are seven hardships in life, the most difficult is nothing more than what one can ask for. "You're finally awake," a cheerful voice said, "I've been waiting for a long time, but for the ultimate fun, it's worth the wait." Looking at the lantern and the snow, Fengqiaoyue, the lantern Snow.Yes, on the night of the Shangyuan Festival, there was still snow, and there were lanterns like daytime. In the eyes of the fireworks, I saw Yan Yuan.Thinking of the picture of falling flowers and misty rain, the few lines of small characters blurred in the thin rain curtain, hold your hand, and grow old with you... The vows made not long ago