The wind lives in this life policy

The wind whistled in the ears, the snow melted in the eyebrows, and someone lay quietly in this world, letting the wind and snow cover them until they completely disappeared from sight.

Zhao Changning wiped away the ice and snow from the man's body, and when he finally touched the familiar face, his hands trembled slightly.

Even if there is no Chang'an... there is still Changning.

The warm words are still in my ears, Zhao Changning didn't understand why he couldn't hear it the next moment after hearing it from this person.

It's true...never hear it again.

The wind and snow seemed to stop the moment Zhao Changning reached out to touch Zhao Changan, there was no sound from the sky and the earth, only the sound of Zhao Changning's heavy breathing was left, and the mist from his nose dissipated in the wind and snow, and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

Zhao Changning lowered his head, wiped away the snow little by little, and finally pressed his forehead gently against his. Suddenly, hot tears dripped from Zhao Changning's eyes onto Zhao Changan's face, one drop after another, and suddenly Zhao Changning fell He hugged the man tightly in his arms, and buried his whole face in the cold neck of the man, like a wounded beast, the dull cry was muffled in the throat, the sound was pain.

Remember, my brother will protect you forever.

"You lied..." Zhao Changning whispered in his ear, "You said you would not die..." You said you would guard my Changning forever... And now, without Chang'an, how could I have lost my life? Come to Changning.

Where did Changning come from...

Suddenly Zhao Changning straightened up, and saw him resting on the ground with one hand, and holding the spear tightly with the other hand, he heard a low cry, and pulled it out forcefully, the spear was pulled away for a moment, blood splashed on his face, mixed with Tears flowed together.

"My lord..." The few remaining guards wanted to help, but Zhao Changning yelled back, "Don't come here!"

After Zhao Changning let out a roar, he lowered his head and pulled out the seven long spears that were firmly pinned to Zhao Changan. When the last gun left Zhao Changan's body, Zhao Changning was covered in blood and his long hair was loose. At a glance, it looked like Shura from hell, full of murderous aura.

The sound of horseshoes could be heard in the distance, it was Zhao Changan's last remaining pursuer.

I saw Zhao Changning hugging him and carrying him on his back, but this person would never hug him softly in his arms like before, and the thickest arms in his memory would no longer be able to hug him... Zhao Changan fell to the ground powerlessly. At this moment, the guards couldn't bear it any longer, and they knelt on the ground and wept bitterly.

Zhao Changning looked up at the sky, only to hear him let out a clear whistle from his throat, as if he wanted to vent all the resentment that had nowhere to go, after the sound, he closed his eyes fiercely, already hurt so much .

When he opened his eyes again, all the pain was gone, Zhao Changning tore off his coat, put the person on his back again, and then tied Zhao Changan tightly to his back with the torn coat.

"let's go!"

He gave an order, and in the snow, a slightly thin figure slowly stood up.

At this point in the performance, all the shots were over. The assistant director looked at Fang Jinran, but Fang Jinran didn't call to stop... It seems that there will be a few more consecutive shots.

At this moment, Feng Ce was a little confused about what was in and what was out of the play.

It was because everything around him was so familiar and kind to him.

He was wearing a white jacket that looked extremely thin in the cold wind, and the open skirt made a sound as the wind swept away, as if it was about to be shattered in this extreme snowstorm. At this moment, he did not know that he was the one. Zhao Changning, who is alone and wandering, is still a style that has been forgotten in history by the long river of time.

"The wind keeps singing, the water keeps clearing...the name of Qingshan Tower outside the mountain." He only heard Feng Ce's soft and long singing, and with a sword in his hand, he rushed towards the crowd in an instant with his back on his back.

"There are thousands of styles in the name, and how beautiful it is over the mountains and rivers."

……

Since you also have an older brother, you should know Zhao Changning better, how can you be so stubborn!

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Brother...my brother?

Feng Ce's eyes were a little distracted, and a figure in his memory turned around slowly, across time through the wind and snow, and came to him.

Fang Jinran looked at the script in his hand in surprise, a little surprised.

There is no such poem read by Feng Ce in the lines!Could it be that he came up with it on the spur of the moment?

But looking up, not far away, it was the man carrying the sword, the white figure rose lightly in the shadow of the sword, the flying hair was like a clue of memory, traveling through the past and the present with wind, non-stop .

"I still remember him, who was so startled that the grandeur shone in the shadow of the moon, and the fan was lightly folded by the peerless youth, and the fragrance was condensed when he wiped his hands, and he condensed the fragrance of the flute with his hands, and he played the piano and music with his laughter..." Feng Ce waved his arms, and a sword shook away several people around him. , Looking back, the style is full.

"In a blink of an eye, the clouds disappear, and the empty memories..."

His voice was as gentle as a sigh, trapped in the wind and snow like a mountain whirling and a tsunami, almost a whisper.

In a blink of an eye, the clouds disappear, and the empty memories.

Many people on the set were attracted by his voice, and they involuntarily put down what they were doing, and couldn't help but look in the direction of the voice.

Feng Ce slashed away the sorrow with one sword, and slashed away the pain with another sword. His lonely eyes were reflected in the light of the sword. It was the longing hidden deep in his heart, and this longing finally disappeared after a year. This seemingly ancient but not ancient scene struck him grandly.

"Looking at the green lotus in the distance, there is no trace, and sighing how unlucky the beauty is. Don't you see that the loess and the white bones had a blind date last night, and now the thunder, rain, and dew are all kind..." This sentence seems to overlap the past and present, and the figure in the memory begins to merge with Zhao Changan The two became one, Feng Ce only felt a dull pain in his heart, he endured it to the extreme, it was a stinging pain that made his eyes moist.

"The words are full of meaning, but the meaning is not flat. Who can endure the eternal sadness and cry for his mausoleum, but the words of this life are like weeping."

Tears poured down, no matter how hard Feng Ce could hide it, he simply let it go, turned around and swept across with his sword, Xue Guang dragged straight with bloodstains, splitting a trace of gorgeous and desolate red in the pure white.

Some people are in the play, and they feel like a dream; some people are outside the play, with a thousand emotions.

When the screenwriter began to mutter the words from Feng Ce, he quickly found a pen to write it down, but he remembered that halfway through the writing, the screenwriter suddenly burst into tears.

Everything around is actually fake, the props are fake, the blood is fake, only the tears and dialogue are real, only the actors and feelings are real, this is what she gave all her heart and soul day and night, And they used their excellent acting skills to turn all the fiction in black and white into reality.

At this moment, she is no longer the author, she is just the audience who quietly watched the evolution of the story and the life and death of the characters. Characters...she's never been that grateful for a single person.

At this moment, she is grateful to Feng Ce, sincerely grateful, it is this person who interpreted Zhao Changning in her mind to the extreme, making her wish come true and her dream come true.