[Comprehensive] Floating dream with one knife

Awakening from the big dream, I don't know what year it is.

Zhuang Zhou opened his eyes again.

But the world has changed.

I can only see apricot blossoms rustling in front of my eyes, like clouds and snow, jade steps and green tiles, and the sun is sunny.

It's really a wonderful scene on earth.

It's a pity that the flowers are similar every year, but people are different every year.

The apricot blossoms are laid out like a blanket, and Zhuang Zhou lies on them, which really feels a bit sad for spring and autumn.

He stood up, looked up, and sure enough, he saw a person standing under the nine-curved vermilion railing.

The man was dressed in pure white robes, with long hair splashed with ink, and he was born with a slim and soft willow figure, but his face was sharp and unattainable when viewed up close, and his natural nobleness was unspeakably arrogant and unruly.

The phoenix eyes have long eyelashes and dense eyelashes, and the scorching red pupils seem to be newly ignited with glazed fire, and they are born with a pair of bright red pupils that are hard to find in the world.

If it wasn't the Feng Jun he was thinking of, who was it?

Feng Jun looked at him, as if he was looking at a new cloud in the sky, a new flower by the pool, new lines on the glazed pagoda, new buds on the front of a diseased tree, he was a little surprised and unspeakable.

He frowned for a moment, and said, "Zhuang Zhou?"

It was a little uncertain.

Zhuang Zhou smiled and saluted slightly.

"Feng Jun."

Feng Jun's eyebrows frowned again and again, but he couldn't let go of the intimacy and love that spontaneously formed in his heart, as if he had been looking for the other party for thousands of years, it was clearly inexplicable, but also very sincere.

He took a step forward, but he didn't know what to do, he was within five steps of Zhuang.

"I always feel that I have seen you somewhere before."

he murmured.

Suddenly, there was a glimmer of understanding in his heart. In an instant, the spring bloomed and the snow melted, the clouds broke and the sun rose, and the sun was in full bloom. He couldn't help but reach out and touch the person in front of him, as if touching the flowers in the mirror and the moon in the water. Floating dreams across the shore.

Zhuang Zhou lowered his eyes slightly, allowing the person opposite to touch his cheek.

It's clear that they have never met each other, but when they touch it, it seems like a fire bursts out suddenly. The apricot blossoms and green tiles, the sun and the sky are blue, and they are all burned up.

When he raised his eyes again, a clump of fire actually appeared in front of Zhuang Zhou.

Pure white clothes corners, long hair splashed with ink, vermilion lips and jade face, red eyes, all wrapped in this rootless fire.

Zhuang Zhou took a step back.

That Feng Jun didn't scream or get angry, the corners of his lips curled up slightly.

"I still found you."

A pair of eyes separated by scorching fire like clouds and mist, and amidst the changing light and shadow, there is unexpectedly deep affection for no reason.

But in an instant it was reduced to ashes.

Phoenix Nirvana, ten deaths and nine lives.

There was a gap in Zhuang Zhou's cavity, and his desolate and lifeless chest seemed to have grown out of the ashes, a small glass heart, with a slight movement, it was full of color and light.

He froze in place.

In a trance, there are flowers and willows in front of him, and the hole is opened. He sees the Milky Way, the stars, the jade bridge, and Huashuang. A person stands in the ink and looks at him with a smile. His long hair is splashed with ink, and his complexion is as perfect as jade. There is a little red mark on his forehead. It's like snow-stained cinnabar and jade tree halo fat.

I have never met one side, but I have penetrated into my blood.

The man walked towards him and hugged him gently, his lips as cold as fresh snow gently covered his forehead, the spring breeze blows the green willows, and the broken snow falls into the blue waves, that's all.

In a daze, the man also disappeared, and a butterfly with colorful wings flew up from his forehead without a sound, and fell into his arms lingeringly, turning into a beautiful light and shadow, melting into the flesh and blood. middle.

In an instant, the sky changed, the waves suddenly rose, and the owners of the countless pairs of eyes outside the universe were finally seen clearly and clearly by him.

Zhuang Zhou raised his head and suddenly laughed.

Cold and magnanimous, speechless and desolate.

He stretched out his hand and inserted it straight into his chest, piercing the soft and greasy flesh with his fingertips, accurately and calmly grasping a glazed heart born by Fang Fang, and pulling it out inch by inch.

A pair of jade-white hands are as red as splashed ink.

Only the palm of the hand and the heart are as clear and clean as newborn.

The deepest night, the most desolate years, can't stand it.

He held his heart gently, just like holding a cluster of yellow beams, a cluster of bright moonlight in a dream, and a cluster of camellias under the iron horse.

Then it fell to the ground quietly and peacefully.

Broken jade is like new snow.

Old dreams come to nothing.

I used to envy the simple tea and light food, talk about sangma, and I used to look forward to a lifetime of true love, but now it is clearly within reach, but it is still no match for that life after life, the freshness of one person after another.

There are many wronged souls in the prosperous age, and dry bones under the great cause.

The wronged soul has not yet returned, and the dead bones are still as new.

How dare you forget Huangquan and Biluo.

There is only no regrets.

In this way, Fang Riyue was subverted, and the universe changed.

Open your eyes again, and change the world again.

The author has something to say:

Thanks for the baby grenade. !