forget or not

Life and death are broad, talk to Zicheng, hold his hand, grow old together with him, very beautiful words, very beautiful sentences.

The woman smiled, and the transparent crystal falling on her forehead coated her smile with a soft gleam, and the depths of her dark eyes were pure white.

This is what Liufang taught me, but the reeds by the river are no longer there.

Zixuan held on to the pen, with lowered eyebrows and thin gold flowing from the tip of the pen. In her mind was the appearance of that person teaching herself stroke by stroke, with a serious profile.

This thin golden body is concise and capable yet delicate, with tenderness hidden in the sharp strokes, it is the most suitable for you.

At the beginning, it seemed to be said so, so I insisted on learning and using it, but the people who read it changed.

Xi Yao put down the rice paper in her hand, and turned to hold Zixuan's left hand hanging aside, the palm was soft and dry, the temperature was slightly lower than that of ordinary people, and her skin was delicate and smooth.

Zixuan, do you know?The sea god Shuibi back then said the last words to me before going down to the realm. She said that everything in the past was a mistake, the tens of thousands of years she spent alone was a mistake, the conch she picked up was a mistake, and the singing she heard was a mistake. The wrong past has led to the wrong future, but she has no regrets.

Zixuan, you have regretted too many times. After seeing the changes in the world, you should understand that the ending ahead is caused by us, and we should be responsible for it.Join at the right time, quit at the right time, and forget at the right time, so that even if you make a mistake, you can face it calmly.

Put the past away, you still have too much to do, don't get lost.

Xi Yao, you always see everything so thoroughly, but I can't do it, my reason is not enough to suppress my emotions, not enough to make me let go.

Zixuan put down the pen, and the ink spread on the paper, blurring the unfinished lines.Looking at the woman in white beside her, she smiled sadly.

Therefore, it is destined that you will meet me, isn't it?

Xi Yao pulled Zixuan into her arms, and the two equally lonely hearts leaned together, the simple and elegant white and purple overlapped in the boundless sea of ​​flowers.

Leaning her head on Xiyao's shoulder, the protruding shoulder blades due to being too thin made Zixuan's side cheek a little painful, and the faint floral fragrance coming from Xiyao's body wave after wave was indistinguishable, But it is reassuring.

Xi Yao, as the God of Flowers, I think you are more like a pool of water, and if you don't pay attention, you will sink deeply into it.

However, the lake water can't hold the flying dragon soaring in the sky after all, it can only be used as an inconspicuous station in his life, and then he watched his back gradually drift away and disappear.

Thinking of that arrogant and indifferent man, after taking off the silver-white battle armor, he was so lonely that it made people feel distressed. His figure was cut through layers of clouds and then covered by the lingering mist.

After thousands of years of reincarnation, Xi Yao understood that even if Fei Peng came back, she would not be the number one warrior in the God Realm thousands of years ago, nor the silver white that she described day and night in her heart.

She moved her body closer to Zixuan, as if the interweaving of body temperature could soothe the coldness of her heart.

Nestled against each other, sleeping quietly, as if forever.

Anxiety roared from Sedum's heart, and there was such a moment of fear that the boy's dark pupils were like a deep well, absorbing all the light.

He repeated it twice in a soft voice, and then smiled, with a clever and sly look in his eyes, Tang Xuejian, who was on the side, felt like the Sedum in childhood.

Then he asked softly, little friend, what is the use of this poem?

The boy squinted his eyes, and the escaping smile was particularly contagious, as if the deep void that Sedum felt just now was an illusion.Because my brother said that as long as someone tells me this poem, he will come and take me back.But I have stayed here for many years, but no one knows.