The teacher is a fish

You actually love me, right?Or, you've already fallen in love with me - although I didn't get any reply when I said that day, for Jiang Shuyin, the result was already very clear.

The days in the illusion are fleeting.

On this day, Weishui Lake hosted a banquet and invited Liu Xiwan, five masters and apprentices, to attend.

Weishui Lake covers a huge area, with peach blossoms growing on both sides, but in the lake, there is a place that needs to be reached by boat.

There is an attic on it, known as Taowei Pavilion.

The banquet this evening will be held in Taowei Pavilion.

Ever since what happened that day, Shen Qingshu has been avoiding Jiang Shuyin vaguely.No, when they went to the banquet, they didn't even say anything to Jiang Shuyin, so they sneaked ahead by themselves.

Therefore, when Jiang Shuyin came to the Weishui Lake on foot, it was already nightfall and the lights were bright.

Randomly stepping on a rowed boat, Jiang Shuyin sat down leisurely, admiring the surrounding scenery.On the peach blossom trees on both sides of Weishui Lake, thousands of lanterns are hung.So much so that in the silent night, it is as dazzling as stars in the sky.

The night is blurred, for whom to relieve worries.

Falling red is boundless, clear water is long.

The slender bamboo pole cuts through the water surface, causing the water to sway.

The faint full moon hangs high, like someone's longing.

Here, there are clusters of peach blossoms, sparkling spring water, well-arranged pavilions, the black lake surface is like a flat mirror, and the exquisite attic is half-covered, hidden in it...

The cold moon hangs behind the attic, silent and carefree.

Occasionally, the wind blows, the peach blossoms sprinkle, sinking into the lake, quiet and beautiful, silent and lonely.

Ruo Ruo, a breathtakingly beautiful splash-ink painting.

With a bang, at this moment, it seemed that the water in the whole lake was rippling.

The sound of the piano came from the attic, as if in an instant, the peaches were dancing with the stars, and the stars were dotted.

Under the moon, the attic terrace.

A simple and elegant young man sits quietly, and the young man strokes a lyre.

There was a sea of ​​people in front of the small building, but there was no sound.

This young man is dressed in plain blue, with picturesque features, and looks extremely beautiful... It seems that the peach blossoms by the lake have become immortals and humans.When he sat there quietly playing the piano, it was like assimilating with the scenery, peaceful and peaceful.

It was as if, he was just an immortal traveling down to earth, and when the time came, he would turn into a gust of breeze and return to the heaven.

This person is so indifferent that it's unreal, he can't keep him, he can't stop him...

When those falling petals fluttered between his brows, neither the sky nor the earth could compare to the poignant beauty, and they were eclipsed.

The wind blew past the corner of the clothes, suddenly it was like a god holding a sword, it was astonishing and peerless!It seems that he is a god who can turn the world upside down!

His eyes highlight the clarity of the governor's wisdom; his brows and eyes are intoxicating and gentle.

This song is "Peach Blossom and Moonlight", composed by Mr. Yishan. The sound is soft and soft, just like the birds singing in the mountains.It was created when the son saw the fruit trees in the mountain forest.

When the piano is played, the sound waves are nostalgic and tactful, matching the delicate flowers beside me, the warm moon is like silk, smooth and silky, like a fairyland.

Tonight, Hua Xiyan was wearing a blue ink bamboo landscape dress, and she lost her original light and elegant posture. She didn't feel that it was inappropriate at all. Instead, she felt like a master of the world, like a fairy king in the sky, and her brows were full of uprightness and arrogance. the wind.

The piano is played to the middle of the month, the warmth is shining, and the years are quiet.Between the sounds of the piano, everyone admired the beauty of the natural scenery, as if they were telling such a sentence: Who is crazy about the magnificent mountains and rivers.

"Hiss, who is this person?" In the crowd, a middle-aged man suddenly turned his head—the ground was covered with flowers, and the moonlight had no trace.The man in dark clothes stood with his hands behind his back, standing under the peach tree, he looked very handsome!

But now he is standing under the peach tree, even though he is wearing dark clothes, but the evil charm is not diminished at all, and there is even a faint mix of a man's natural domineering aura!

The people beside the middle-aged man turned pale when they saw this.

Immediately lowered the middle-aged man's figure, and then whispered three words: "Bi Qingcang."

Bi Qingcang?The middle-aged man turned pale with shock, and was about to go to say hello, but saw a young man with red plum blossoms embroidered on the corner of his clothes walking towards him, and said softly: "Xiyan's piano sound is getting more and more exquisite."

When Bi Qingcang smiled, he had a domineering and elegant smile, completely different from the picturesque eyebrows and eyes of the three of Shen Qingshu. His smile had a very masculine feeling: "Among the four of us, the piano skills are Xiyan and Shushu. The two are the best."

Hearing what he said, A Lijia seemed to suddenly think of something, and looked around, as if she was looking for something.

Seeing his movements, Bi Qingcang was very puzzled, looked around and said, "What are you looking for?"

A Lijia said: "You mentioned Shushu just now, and I suddenly remembered that since he came here, I haven't seen anyone else."

Bi Qingcang also looked back at the crowd, frowned and said: "I don't know if it's my illusion, why has Shushu been a little weird since he was buried under the boulder many years ago?"

"Ah, it turns out I'm not the only one who feels this way!" Alijia Meiyu Yixuan: "It stands to reason that he was hit by a boulder that day, no matter what, he should have suffered some injuries, but who knows that after we rescued him , He didn't have a thing at all, I feel quite strange."

"Also, for some time in those days, for some reason, when I went to his room, he looked very angry just sitting by his bed."

"Very angry?" Bi Qingcang pondered for a while: "Is there something on his bed, afraid of being crushed by you?"

Ali Jia was taken aback for a moment, then thought about it for a while, then shook her head in a daze, and said in a daze: "No, nothing! It's just that he didn't know what happened during that time, and it seemed that he didn't overlap. Quilt."

"He doesn't make the quilt?"

A Lijia murmured: "Yeah, I've been in many times, but I didn't see him fold the quilt. I just don't know why... Now he is willing to fold the quilt again. So, brother, do you think he is weird?"

Bi Qingcang nodded in agreement, and before he had time to say anything, Ali Jia seemed to suddenly realize it, and said in surprise: "Senior brother! You, do you remember that when I was ten years old, I told you Did you bump into a ghost with a book?"

Bi Qingcang frowned even tighter: "What's wrong?"

A Lijia said: "Later, we left before we had time to practice. I thought it would be nothing after such a long time. But have you noticed that Shushu often talks to himself!"

When they talked about this, both of them seemed to have seen such a scene before, their eyes looked at each other, and they both trembled.

Bi Qingcang's tone was meaningful, as if he was daring to speak: "Even so, Shushu's cultivation is so strong, it should be said that ordinary ghosts would not dare to approach him."

A Lijia trembled, and whispered: "Brother, didn't you say it all, it's an ordinary ghost... But what if the one who approached him is not an ordinary ghost?"

"..." Bi Qingcang was speechless for a while, looked at Ali Jia for a while, and finally said: "Forget it, let's ask him when we go back this time."

At the same time, the boat carrying Jiang Shuyin finally arrived.

The jet-black boots, when stepping on the pink falling flowers, black and red contrast each other, no one is more dazzling or stand out, both are perfect——

Only the chance to stand side by side, and the ability to make each other better...

Finally, after walking a long road of fallen flowers and withered flowers, I am about to step on the stone ladder.

Then, for some reason, for some unknown reason, it seemed that God intended it! ——The black boots had just stepped on the stone ladder, and suddenly there was a strong wind!

I saw countless peach blossoms blowing into the air, and the black clothes danced along, like a rain of blood, dyeing the front of the clothes red...

The coquettish and incomparable, the red is glamorous, the red is domineering, the beauty is unmatched, and it will never be forgotten!

Like the seal of a demon king, wild and unruly, confusing the world.

The night was too hazy, shining on Jiang Shuyin's handsome face, like a ghost!As if, it is a dream that never wants to wake up, so obsessed, persistent and painful.

The pink flowers fell to the ground, bringing a trace of bright red to the clean world, as if it was a world away.

Standing among the shouting crowd, Jiang Shuyin looked around, only to see the bright white moon in the sky, emitting a soft light faintly.

In front of the small stage of Taowei Pavilion, a young man who is as gentle as spring breeze gently plucks the strings of the piano.

Lazily walking around in a circle, Jiang Shuyin behaved calmly, thinking about Shen Qingshu's usual habits in his mind, and found the person he was thinking about day and night on a sparsely populated arch bridge.Shen Qingshu was dressed in white, sitting on the guardrail of the arch bridge with his head bowed.

He was looking at his snow-white boots, almost distracted, with a preoccupied look, and he couldn't tell whether he was happy or sad.

The night wind gently blows his hair and dances the hem of his white clothes.

As Jiang Shuyin approached little by little, Shen Qingshu seemed to feel that someone was approaching, so he raised his head reluctantly and straightened up—the moment his eyes met, he felt, just touched, fate...

At this time, amidst the melodious and warm sound of the zither, in a secluded place, there was such a scene: a young man as delicate as water, silently staring at the man in black through the withered peach blossoms in the sky.

The voices of people are buzzing in the distance, a ray of moonlight is slanting down from the bright moon, and birds are singing in the forest.

But the two of them seem to be isolated from the world.

After a while, the man in the black shirt smiled and walked over. The breeze brushed the corner of his clothes and slid over the tip of his silver hair.

It's getting closer, it's getting closer!

Until the end, Jiang Shuyin approached the arch bridge, and the two of them went up and down, sat down and stood up.

Jiang Shuyin raised his head slightly and greeted gently: "What a coincidence."

The young man on the small arch bridge lowered his head slightly and smiled slightly: "Yes."

Both of them are extremely intelligent people, and they don't have too many words.

But they can understand each other's thoughts.

Wan Zong fell into the red room, and Shen Qingshu made a voice to invite: "Can you please sit with me for a while?"

In the misty moonlight, Jiang Shuyin replied: "I can't ask for it."