[Comprehensive] Floating dream with one knife

Gong Jiu smiled: "It's a good name."

He has always been arrogant and sharp, unlike ordinary people, but now this smile has unnaturally soft lines, slightly curved brows, and even more radiance in the dark pupils, showing some beautiful and soft colors that are not suitable for his identity.

It's a pity that Huamanlou can't see it.

Gong Jiu couldn't see either.

There are always some things in this world that are beautiful and short-lived, but happiness is missed. How can love, hatred, love and hatred overcome the vicissitudes of the world, the picturesque and free soul?

The eighth day of May.

Lu Xiaofeng escaped with Shaman Beef Soup.

No one on the island noticed it, and there was never a boat missing.

Gong Jiu personally searched for two days and two nights, but did not find any clues. It seemed as if they had clairvoyant eyes, wind ears and a pair of wings, and suddenly disappeared on the vast sea.

More like an invisible man than an invisible man.

On the morning of the third day, Gong Jiu stepped into Huamanlou's room without making a sound.

This was the first time Lu Xiaofeng saw Huamanlou after he disappeared.

Huamanlou's playboy, Hua Qitong, stood in front of the window, wearing light-colored clothes, his long hair hadn't stood up yet, and his skin was as jade-like as pearls hidden in the ink-splashed hair. He heard his footsteps, turned his head slightly, and his eyes were clear , The corners of the lips are not hooked, it is already picturesque.

"Ninth Young Master."

He smiled.

The demeanor is still peaceful and peaceful.

In the afternoon, the pear blossoms are full of snow, and the sunset glows into the water.

But Gong Jiu felt momentarily in a trance.

He actually felt that none of the people in front of him were true, and they were true everywhere.

But it was only for an instant.

Gong Jiu's face became cold and conceited again, he looked at Hua Manlou, and said coldly: "Lu Xiaofeng has escaped."

Hua Manlou was not surprised, he turned around, faced Gong Jiu, and said slowly: "This is really a happy event."

It was indeed a happy event for him.

Gong Jiu's eyes fell on his face, which carried a cruel and determined taste.

"You really weren't surprised at all."

Hua Manlou heard the words, but there was a gleam of light on his face, a little proud and a little taken for granted.

"He is Lu Xiaofeng."

He said.

Although the tone of these words is gentle and the words are simple, there is an extraordinarily categorical implication in it.

It sounded like he trusted Lu Xiaofeng as he trusted himself.

The words Gong Jiu wanted to ask were stuck in his throat, and he said half-heartedly, "Do you want him to save you?"

Hua Manlou smiled and shook his head.

"How can I save you?"

"He just came to pick me up."

"drive me home."

At this moment, Gong Jiu was speechless.

"Ninth Young Master," Hua Manlou smiled, "How about you and I play a game of chess?"

"Win you to answer me a question."

Gong Jiu's eyes moved slightly, "What's the problem?"

"Actually, I've always been curious," Hua Manlou 'watched' Gong Jiu's direction, and said slowly, "Why on earth was I invited to this island?"

"Ling'er alone is not enough to be the whole reason. Guidao Master must have other plans."

"If I win, can the ninth son tell me the reason?"

Gong Jiu's expression was cold, he looked at Hua Manlou and said, "What if you lose?"

"Let me answer a question for you."

The corridors are full of flowers.

The corners of Gong Jiu's lips lifted slightly, but finally agreed: "Okay."

They didn't do anything like wash their hands, bathe and burn incense, so the two of them put a chessboard and two boxes of chess pieces in the room, and sat down to play chess.

Although the two had already played the flute in harmony and talked about everything, it was really the first time they played chess.

The way of playing chess is the most able to observe the heart and lungs.

The style of chess in Huamanlou is gentle and clear, the moves are light and slow, and it focuses on defense and light attack, but it can always produce a few fierce ambush in the magnanimous environment where the grass is luxuriant and the sun is shining. It is so wonderful, the chess moves are as straight as water, and the knife cuts continuously, and it can always find another way to give birth to new sprouts in the desperate situation.But Gong Jiu didn't, between the games, it was like a battle between gold and iron horses, refusing to back down at all, the sword saw the flesh, the sword pierced the bone, as long as there was a little bit of fur, it would definitely bite off a mouthful of flesh and blood, the chess is vicious Cunning, cruel and fierce, with an unstoppable aura that can kill anyone.

These two people, after a game, Gong Jiu has no regrets, and Hua Manlou listens to the voice to identify the position, it is really like using soldiers on the battlefield, fighting against each other, no one wants to let it go, from early morning to afternoon, they are in danger. Out of the ups and downs.

But it was Huamanlou Xiaosheng.

Hua Manlou smiled slightly, with a touch of indifference and innocence.

"The Ninth Young Master accepts."

Gong Jiu always has no regrets about winning or losing. He took his eyes away from the chessboard and looked at Huamanlou with a calm expression. He said word by word: "The wealth of the Hua family is known all over the world."

Hua Manlou's fingers trembled lightly, and the smile on the brows and eyes faded like the ice and snow melted into the sea, revealing a blank and empty indifference.

But it was just cold, without any unexpected feeling.

As if, already known general.

The author has something to say:

I, Kawen..., to be precise, I suddenly felt bored and depressed. I saw what I wrote and how it was not pleasing to the eye. After writing, deleting and writing, the words in my pen seemed to lose their freshness, and the characters in my pen could not catch the cuteness. Point, a little inexplicably dislikes writing, as if copying something from the outline mechanically, it is not surprising that I am not happy to write.I hate everything in freeze frame more and more, including the style of writing.For some reason, I feel more and more superficial.