You are a gift and a calamity

Isn't this the building where Wuzhiqi took her to see the stars that day?At that time, they were still a popular story in everyone's mouth, he played the flute, and she danced.What a harmonious scene...

"Heying, without you, I don't know how happy I would be."

"Are you sure, you've seen it too, how long ago you and Wuzhiqi separated, he was already hugging someone else..."

"Shut up!! If it wasn't for you, the person in his arms would still be me!"

"Wake up, if he really loves you, he won't find a new love so quickly!"

The purple fox was stunned. She walked to a secluded corner, and suddenly hugged a tree and cried. She cried like a child who got lost when night fell, crying for herself, crying for a relative who suddenly disappeared, crying Her caricatures, her ignorance, and everything.He Ying could only comfort her in a low voice, the passers-by thought he had bullied Zihu.

After a while, she started whimpering again, and once again tried to cover her pain with her hands, her occasional sobbing became a constant low cry, her eyes closed, her teeth clenched in her fist, trying to force Stop the sobbing, she cries so ugly...

A man cries because he really loves.But what about women?A woman cries because she really gave up...

"If it were me, I definitely wouldn't make you so sad...don't cry, okay, Ah Zi?" He Ying hugged Zihu in her arms distressedly.

If Wu Zhiqi's embrace is warm and secure.That Heying's was just the opposite, his embrace always made her shiver and frighten her.

———Scene switching———

Sifeng and Xuanji felt that this matter must not be that simple. They couldn't understand Zihu's heart for Wu Zhiqi, so how could it be so easy to let go.

"Sifeng, do you believe it, Zihu said she doesn't love Wuzhiqi."

"We all know how she acted in order to save Wuzhiqi back then, how could she say that she doesn't love her if she doesn't love her?"

After some discussion, they decided to go to - Fuyue.

Temple of Goddess

"Yo~ what, come to Xingshi to ask the crime?" Fuyue walked in from the inner hall

"This is not to ask the teacher to ask the crime, but to ask you what happened to Heying."

"This... how can I know, you are asking the wrong person." While saying this, Fuyue touched her slender fingers.

"Excuse me." Si Feng pulled Xuanji and hurried away.

"Sifeng, what are you doing, why are you leaving like this?" Xuanji shook off Sifeng's hand at the door

"There is something wrong with Fuyue's gesture, I'm afraid it won't remind us too much, I'll think about it first."

"Didn't you just touch your finger? Could there be any problem?"

"I don't know yet, wait for me to look through the ancient books."

"There is a problem with touching your fingers, Si Feng, you are really good at it." Xuanji was a little unhappy, in her eyes, touching fingers is such a normal thing, she just thinks that Si Feng thinks too much.

……

夜晚

Wuzhiqi woke up from the dream, he dreamed that Zihu said many hurtful things to him, kissed and laughed with Heying in front of his face.Although it was just a dream, he still felt a sharp pain in his heart.He touched his cheek, it was wet, and he even cried, heh!

"Little fox, in the dream, why didn't you let me go..."

Wuzhiqi buried his head in the quilt, longing to smell the purple fox, even a little...

He smiled, a wry smile.When did you become like this, little fox, you really made him miserable...

"It's so hypocritical..."

Wuzhiqi got up and walked to the yard, thinking about waking up.Looking at the sky full of stars, he couldn't help thinking of the night when the purple fox danced. At that time, she still belonged to him.

"Little fox, do you still remember..."

As everyone knows, in Jiuchongtian, Zihu is also looking at the sky, recalling their past, "I can't even see the stars here..."

Wuzhiqi picked a grape from the garden, put it in his mouth and tasted it carefully, this is their taste.

"Little fox, at that time I told you so many things that made you sad, so many bastard things, were you as sad as you are now?"

"Sorry, I Love You."

"Sorry, I Love You."

Different place, same time, same sentence.

heartbroken

next morning

"Ah Zi, do you think our wedding will be held in Qingqiu or in heaven?"

"up to you."

"Then what kind of wedding clothes and hairpins do you like?"

"None of them."

Life is not easy, Xiaoying sighed.He Ying looked at Zihu's indifferent attitude and didn't know what to do. "Ah Zi, did you leave something in that place before...?"

"Heh... don't you just want to be out of breath in the past, just say it straight, why go around."

"You already understand, then let's go."

———Scene switching———

vineyard

Watching, when the years are flying at the fingertips, the scattered blue hair, inadvertently think of the beauty.Counting the past in detail, reciting the libretto of joys and sorrows, and silently reciting the melancholy of lonely feelings, let the locked eyebrows slowly bloom in the memories.The slanting moon is like a hook, breaking bones and burning incense, independent mid-night, for whom to lose weight.

"Mo Daojia is always insane, and it is not cheap to be sympathetic. It is just because she knows how to do things in the world, which makes her feel full of worry." Wu Zhiqi played with the wine glass in his hand, wondering what was wrong with him. It's those hypocritical poems that keep pouring in...

Little fox, I really can't quit you...

"Forever and forever..."

"This hate lasts forever." A voice answered his poem, it was... the voice of a little fox? !

Wu Zhiqi shook his head, he was afraid that he was dreaming, after all...he really had her in his dream.But when he saw the crane shadow behind the purple fox, he fully understood that this was not a dream...

"Heh... what are you doing here..." Wu Zhiqi turned his head away, he didn't dare to look at the purple fox at all, the person he had been thinking about day and night was clearly in front of him, but he didn't even have the courage to look at her.

"Unexpectedly, His Majesty King Shura is quite leisurely, and he has already started to write poems, good poems... good poems..." He Ying stepped forward, hugging the slender waist of the purple fox and willow branches, and the words were full of emotion. Satire.

Wuzhiqi stared desperately at Heying's hand on Zihu's waist, and clenched his fist under his clothes. He must find a time to use up his hand... Wuzhiqi was very sad, so he let go. In addition, what he likes the most is the willow-like waist of the purple fox. In the past, he would always wrap it up unconsciously. Just holding her waist would make him gasp, which always made him want to stop.But now he is watching others take it, but can't do anything, how can he not be sad.But on the surface, he had to pretend nothing had happened.

"Why, you came here today just to say this?"

The purple fox got out of his hand and shook it straight, and put it on the table, "It doesn't make any sense for me to keep this thing, and I'll give it to you. I'll leave." The purple fox purposely ran into Heying's arms, coquettishly gone.

Wuzhiqi didn't dare to look at them directly, but from the corner of his eyes, he saw his little fox acting like a baby in someone else's arms.

It should be me!It's me! !The little fox can only be like me...

Wuzhiqi's nose was sore, and the tears that he had restrained for a long time gradually fell. From the moment Zihu stepped into the door, he wanted to cry... He looked at Bu Yao on the table, and that Bu Yao was shining white, a little There are no traces of wear, which shows that the owner has kept it very well.

That day was the day when he couldn't help the little fox acting like a baby and took her down the mountain to buy candied haws.Zihu saw this Bu Yao by chance on the street. Although he didn't say he liked it, his eyes just glanced there inadvertently. Suddenly, the owner of that Bu Yao shop said: "Master, look at this girl. I like it so much, why don’t you buy one? My Bu Yao is hand-polished, and the style is very novel..."

"Don't...don't talk about it, wrap it up for me." Wu Zhiqi was a little embarrassed, it's not that he never gave other girls things before, but this time, he didn't know why his heart was beating so fast this time.

Zihu took Bu Yao, very happy in his heart, but still insisted on his mouth, "I... I didn't say I like it, you gave it to me yourself."

"That's good, give it back to me, I'll give it to someone else." Wu Zhiqi deliberately teased her.

As expected, Zihu hurriedly put away the busha, hugged his arm coquettishly, "No~ give it to me, it's mine, you are not allowed to give it to others, do you hear~"

Although Wuzhiqi didn't want to admit it, he really enjoyed this feeling.

……

Inadvertently, Wu Zhiqi raised the corner of his mouth, it turned out that the past between him and her was so beautiful, why didn't he cherish it at the beginning?He picked up the walker, Wu Zhiqi hadn't thought about it carefully before, looking at it now, it's no wonder that the little fox couldn't walk when he saw it. The whole body of the walker was silver, and the hairpin was carved with auspicious clouds. The pattern is like a shadow, a begonia blooms quietly on the head of the hairpin, and there is a pendant like a lotus seed, which is elegant and elegant.This step is not as bright as a jade hairpin, nor as gorgeous as a golden hairpin. What is there is simplicity, which is as simple and beautiful as the first love between him and her.

But thinking of the end, Wu Zhiqi felt another burst of heartache, he couldn't figure out why the little fox changed his mind so suddenly?And why are you going to marry Heying so soon?However, Wu Zhiqi doesn't want to think about it any more, what's the use of thinking more?The fact is that the little fox is already someone else's fiancée...

Wu Zhiqi shook his head mockingly, took out the flute from his waist, and played a little tune. This tune was a pair with the one that the purple fox danced with back then, but the difference was that that one was called "Bringing Poems Together", and this one is called "Forgetting Love".mournful tunes make the sky