How much do you know about the flowers in the dreams of Water Margin fans?

Beside, a piece of white snow.The dream is in a trance, like a dream or an illusion.

"Shuiyunxian, wait a minute." Not far away, a gentle voice sounded.Narcissus?What is she called? Mengyun looked at it, a young man dressed in white as snow, unparalleled in style.Brother Huarong?Mengyun cried out in surprise.But he didn't see her and walked forward.Mengyun just looked along and couldn't help being startled.There is a woman in the distance, Pin Ting, whose face is exactly the same as hers!

what happened?Mengyun was shocked.Is she dreaming? However, people don't know when they are dreaming.

In a moment of distraction, brother Huarong had already walked in front of the woman.No, it's not Brother Huarong, he won't ignore her.that, who is he

Thinking of this, Mengyun burst into tears when he saw what the woman seemed to have said in a trance.The man gently embraced her into his arms, coaxing her softly, his eyes full of pity.

For some reason, Mengyan looked at them, not jealous, but somehow sad, as if she had experienced all this before.

Strangely, they seemed invisible to her presence, as close as ever.She just looked at the pair of Biren Qingqing, with a frown and a smile, like a picture scroll in the world of mortals, silent in the world, talking and laughing in the world.

At the end of the world, the water is beautiful, the clouds and rain are singing, the man comes with flowers and smiles, the clouds and thin clothes leave, the ground is full of whirling, the desolation of feathers, mottled everywhere, stranded with tenderness from ancient times.

It's just that, occasionally, a trace of helplessness would flash in their eyes, like a shooting star flashing across the city.

Mengyun felt a little melancholy in her heart, although she didn't understand why.

Finally, a sudden change occurred.

Suddenly many people came and took the woman away.She couldn't go up to help, but heard the woman shouting over and over again, no, no.

She was not talking about those people, but shouting at him.Her voice was hoarse, tears were raging on her beautiful face, but she didn't care about her own safety, just shouted to him over and over again, no, no.

She looked at her, like a fairy, being taken by someone, and flew away for nine days.And he flew to chase after him, with the blue sky in between, as beautiful as a picture.

She couldn't hear what he was saying, but only saw determination in his jade-like eyes.

The people around the woman spoke very calmly, she couldn't hear him, but saw his expression getting calmer and calmer, to the point of despair.She only heard the woman cry to him over and over again, no, no.

The voice is mournful, almost crazy.She could feel that desperate pity, that kind of unforgettable pain.

She vaguely remembered that the woman was a fairy and the man was a demon.They fell in love unintentionally, but the so-called fairy world actually used that woman to threaten him, asking him to...

no, do not want!Mengyun subconsciously yelled out, for some reason, her heart hurts very much.

don't want……

The man smiled gently at her, and his all-powerful face became more and more elegant, like fairy dust.Not as good as the woman, he flicked his sleeves, and a long silver sword fell into the dust, and large patches of blood color bloomed in mid-air into large, enchanting and strange mandala flowers.

The white clothes passed through the wind, poignantly beautiful and decisive, like cherry blossoms falling.

Don't... the woman yelled sharply, weeping blood, but she also destroyed her own soul and disappeared into the blue sky.

Don't... Mengyun's heart and soul were torn, and tears flowed all over her face involuntarily. At that moment, she felt that her heart was almost torn apart, and the huge pain almost obliterated her.In an instant, a familiar pain hit her, causing her to almost suffocate, as if the world and the earth were destroyed.

She felt that she seemed to be that pair of lovers who had experienced life and death, and the pain was unforgettable.

A familiar ballad sounded in her ears, familiar and painful.

Love Sorrow-Ji Qin Ji

People say that the strings of the zither are like thoughts, sometimes chaotic and sometimes sparse

Qingming's heart is boundless

Hibiscus tent manhuaxiang

The lamp is desolate, the tears stain Qing's clothes

Singing sounds like years, sad and happy

It's hard to double the spectrum

If you don't think about the sudden death, who would think about it?

A life of love in the rivers and lakes, a song full of sorrow and laughter, the sound of the piano in the world, the years are broken

A tear of lovesickness, a drunken dream, a beauty, a song in the world, a change of time

The wind and fog are fading away, Yin Ting plays the strings, voiceless sounds break the throat, and the pagoda is in front of the golden cup

Floating clouds don't want to envy immortals, Lingling's mournful voice lingers far away

The moon dances desolately, the night road is full of foolish words

Speechless to the heavens, Zhu Yanfeihua and the residual dream three thousand

The lingering qin sounds only belong to the end of the world, Yi Yi, beautiful shadows, lack of paintings, water like smoke

The clouds and temples are slanted and the piano is accompanied by the gauze and clothes

Infatuated with Music Strings Mr. Single

Tears of Huangquan Red Candle Break Yiren's Face

Love will not return in this life is like a beautiful flower Xie Yan word back to this life fate

It is a pity to say goodbye to the towers, the sound of snow in the thousands of miles of Guanshan, the sound of the snow, the curtain, the pain, the song is cold

A life of love in the rivers and lakes, a song full of sorrow and laughter, the sound of the piano in the world, the years are broken

The moon dances desolately, the night road is full of foolish words

laughing

In a blink of an eye, a lifetime becomes an illusion

The heart became more and more uncomfortable, and Mengyun's consciousness gradually became blurred. In a trance, she saw the rain of cherry blossoms all over the sky, eloquently, like a dream.

A drop of tears, love for thousands of years.

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