tip of the moon

The heavy rain poured down, sweeping across the earth, and the last chant of autumn was finally washed away by this rain.

Looking at Mu Qinghe who had been sitting on the ground for more than an hour, Tang Yun couldn't help sighing. Although in a certain way he was self-inflicted, Tang Yun couldn't help holding up an umbrella and came to his friend.

"Why are you doing this?"

Mu Qinghe stared blankly at the clouds and mists below the cliff, his clothes and hair were covered with mud and water, and his usual chic and romantic attitude was gone, so he ignored Tang Yun's words.

"He said he hated me," Mu Qinghe murmured, and then he suddenly laughed, Tang Yun's hand hurt from being pulled by him, Mu Qinghe sat on the ground and looked at him, with a hint of madness in his eyes.

"He said he hated me," he repeated, as if he was interested in this sentence, "ha, don't I..." Mu Qinghe couldn't finish this sentence, rain, maybe There was also some other liquid mixed in, which blurred his eyes.

When did that person secretly look at him with those light-colored eyes, thinking he hadn't been discovered.

That person would pretend to be calm when he called him Feng'er, but his face was red all the way to the ears.

That man turns into a furry fox when someone else soils his armor.

That person does things with a single eye, and will look away awkwardly when asked to call Qinghe.

Now, that person actually says he hates him, and he... how could he hate him...

"Tang Yun," Mu Qinghe said slowly after a while, "I seem to understand my heart."

In the fifth year of Yuanhe, Hu Feng, the prince of the fox clan, fell into a cliff, and since then, the fox clan has disappeared.

In the seventh year of Yuanhe, after several wars, the Central Plains flattened the south and settled the north, established the status of a lord, signed peace treaties with neighboring countries, and since then has been peaceful for a hundred years.

In the eighth year of Yuanhe, the emperor died, and the third prince succeeded to the throne, changing the name of the country to Xinghe.

The street is full of traffic and people passing by. Recently, this small place has developed rapidly, and the business of the tavern is also booming.The proprietress Yunxiu looked at the guests who were full outside and the shop assistants who were sweating profusely. She was happy and had to pick up the teapot to help refill the drinks for each table.

"Guests take it easy." She lowered her eyes to fill up the wine glass, and was about to go to the next table when her wrist was suddenly grabbed.

"You are..." The deep and steady voice made Yun Xiu raise her head, but the person in front of her made her complexion change drastically.

After hesitating again and again, he still said: "Guest officer, we don't know each other."

"Indeed," the man froze.He is dressed in extraordinary clothes, he should be a son somewhere, but he has a masculinity that has gone through vicissitudes of life, not like a playboy.When he said this, the look in his eyes dimmed a bit, and he didn't have the aura that people of this age should have at all, "Your eyes are black."

After finishing speaking, he took a sip of the wine, raised his eyes and smiled: "I wonder if the girl would like to have a drink with you?"

His smile showed a bit of coquettishness, but Yunxiu somehow felt that his smile didn't get into her eyes, and she felt a lot of anger for no reason.

After chatting casually for a few words, the man seemed interested and bored, looking distractedly at the pavilion on the other side of the street from time to time.

"Isn't this the former residence of the fox clan? How did it become like this?" the man suddenly asked.

Yunxiu didn't expect him to ask this question, so he answered after a while: "Master, you must be an outsider. This place has been the territory of human beings since the Fox clan left. In recent years, many wealthy businessmen have taken a fancy to this treasured land, and they have come here one after another. Moving here has attracted many people to follow, and it has gradually become prosperous." Her voice trembled a little imperceptibly.

"You said 'human being'" the man muttered, "it's a novel name."

"It's nothing. This is the old land of the fox clan, and many people pretend to be fox immigrants to attract the favor of guest officials from other places. Some fox clan sayings are still being used sporadically."

"I'm afraid I can't learn the essentials."

Yun Xiu swallowed the word "really" back to his mouth, and said: "Thinking about how pitiful the fox people are, they were squeezed out by humans when they were alive, and they were imitated when they really disappeared. But in the end, we also have more I have to thank that General Mu for taking less advantage."

The man looked at her with a helpless smile on the corner of his mouth: "Why, do you also think it was the fox clan that he wiped out with his own hands?"

Yun Xiu sneered and did not answer.

"You know, things in this world are not as simple as you think, especially in the palace."

"Could it be that the guest officer and General Namu are old acquaintances, how come they know each other so well?"

The man looked up at her carefully, then suddenly smiled wryly and took a sip of his wine.

"Did the girl live well in the past few years?"

"I don't understand what you are saying."

"You and I both recognize each other's identity, so why bother to hide it. Although I don't know how you changed the color of your eyes, you are indeed the maid who escaped, and the last blood of the fox clan is right."

Yun Xiu looked at him for a moment, then asked with a sneer, "How did General Mu know it was me?"

"There have been many wars in the South and North, and you can understand a thing or two when you look at people."

"So you're going to catch me again this time?"

"When I let the girl go, naturally I wouldn't try my best to catch you back... I have been looking for you for a long time, just to see if you are living comfortably..."

With a bang, Yun Xiu suddenly thumped on the table, and the wine glass was shaken to the point of rattle, attracting many people's attention.

"Mu Qinghe, what are you talking about now? Are you repenting? Then let me tell you, unless you have the ability to revive my fox clansman, you will never be able to repay it in your life." Her eyes flickered With tears in her eyes, "Back then, Empress Wu trusted you in every possible way and intended to match you with Prince Feng. And the prince treated you even more..."

For the first time in his life, Mu Qinghe didn't dare to look into a woman's eyes. He lowered his head to hide his dry eyes: "He treats me... I know the girl hates me, but I still want to ask a question with the cheek ...Young lady has the ability to go anywhere, back then, under that cliff, did you put away that person's body?"

Yun Xiu rolled her eyes uncomfortably: "Even if there is, it's still bloody."

Mu Qinghe trembled: "Where is the burial? Maybe he doesn't want to see me, but I can't stop wanting to see him. I have finished what I have to do, and I have nothing to think about. I wish to be with him for the rest of my life.”

Yun Xiu stared at him blankly, wanting to ridicule, but found that her heart was full of bitterness.

The man in front of him has gone through the cruel baptism of time, and time has sharpened his edges and corners, and the chicness of his previous behavior was replaced by a calmness and frustration that was overwhelming.According to legend, General Mu led thousands of troops to pacify the border, invincible and proud, but who knew that he refused the emperor's reward after the war and insisted on resigning from office. People said that he was indifferent to fame and wealth and had already lived in seclusion in the mountains.And who would have thought that he was sitting in a tavern, drinking like a broken-hearted man.

"I have nothing to think about in life," Yun Xiu murmured softly, and she let out a long sigh, "That's all."

Between the bamboo groves, there is an elegant small building, and the rustling sound of chopped wood reverberates.Fingers turned the puppet-shaped wooden block, and the dust flew up in the air as the knife slipped, floating in the air like a gossamer.The man's long black hair is slanted into a bun, and the hair hangs loosely on his shoulders.

There was the sound of the soles of shoes squeaking on the wooden boards at the door.He turned around and looked at the person: "Yun Xiu, what are you doing today..."

The sun hit his face, illuminating his suddenly dull expression.

For a while, there was only the sound of heavy breathing in the room.The two looked at each other, but were speechless and choked, letting the breeze blow their wide sleeves.

He looked at the person, then silently lowered his head and peeled off the puppet in his hand.

"Wind..." The byte choked in Mu Qinghe's throat.

Hu Feng carved the puppet's lips with a carving knife, a very deep gap, but he cut it deeper until the tip of the knife was hindered and bounced upwards, almost scratching his finger.

Mu Qinghe opened his mouth.He has been trying his best to restrain the ecstasy and anxiety in his heart, just afraid that he will lose control if he makes a slight movement.

Hu Feng's eyebrows looked soft and calm under the dim light, and he, who was dressed in plain clothes, gave off a completely different temperament.

"The wind..."

"You got the wrong person."

Mu Qinghe was taken aback, Hu Feng calmly made him feel strange: "Impossible."

"You see, you have doubts yourself, why do you think I am him?"

"My name is indeed Hu Feng, but I probably don't know who you know."

Hu Feng looked at him with his head, and there was a faint smile on the corner of his mouth.There was a pale white mark on his cheek.

Mu Qinghe's heart ached, and he looked at him stubbornly.

"If you don't want to go, you can sit down and have a cup of tea."

Mu Qinghe really sat down and poured a cup of tea to drink carefully.

The tea gradually calmed Mu Qinghe down.In fact, he had learned the news that Hu Feng was still alive from Yun Xiu three days ago, but after the joy and shock, he was infinitely uneasy about how he was going to face this person.

"Feng'er, I used to think I could speak, but now I can't. It's ridiculous, isn't it?"

Mu Qinghe's eyes were shining brightly, and Hu Feng rolled his eyes unconsciously.

It was dead silence again.

"Can I have another drink?" Mu Qinghe shook the cup in his hand.

Hu Feng looked at the puppet in his hand and nodded.

For several days, Mu Qinghe visited Hu Feng's small building and drank three cups of tea every day.He often drinks a cup of tea for an hour.The two didn't talk much.Hu Feng also gradually got used to sculpting under the gaze of others.

Hearing the sound of the door closing with a click, Hu Feng's work suddenly stopped.This person comes quietly every day, and leaves quietly like this.

A sad look gradually appeared on his expressionless face.

How can he be so calm?It's just that four years have passed in a daze, and time has washed away what should have been washed away, and the rest have been buried all the time.

There was a slight sound by the window, and Hu Feng caught it keenly.Is he back again?Doubts flashed across his mind, Hu Feng smiled, feeling sour for some reason.How could he come from the window.Probably the wild cats in the yard came to steal food again.

Hu Feng was in a daze for a while, only to hear a sudden loud noise from the window, his expression froze suddenly, his body leaned back, barely dodging the stabbing sword behind him.

Jianfeng vibrated at the place where he was just now, emitting a cold light.

The person who broke through the window just now attacked Hu Feng again without saying a word.

Hu Feng has given up martial arts training for many years, and his actions are often unfamiliar.The man's sword pointed directly at the vital parts of his body and pierced him, making it clear that he wanted to kill him.

Hu Feng kept dodging, barely retreated to the side of the cabinet, he suddenly kicked the man's sword with his left foot, the man obviously didn't expect that Hu Feng would suddenly fight back, and straightly sent his foot up to the sword tip, he was kicked for a while. staggering.

Hu Feng took the opportunity to draw his sword from the cabinet to fight.With the familiar weight and familiar coldness, Hu Feng felt dazed for a moment, as if he had returned to the self who entered and exited the battlefield four years ago.

The opponent obviously wanted to make a quick decision at this time. He obviously discovered that Hu Feng's left foot was a prosthetic limb, and his actions were no longer fierce, but began to be flexible.

The floor of the wooden building was creaked and trembled, the sword edge was swept away, and Hu Feng dodged it, but the items on the table were swept to the ground, and the porcelain fell into pieces.

Hu Feng's martial arts has indeed regressed a lot, and he is beyond ordinary.Hu Feng quickly looked at the comer during the fight, and he was concerned about it.

He was about a man in his thirties. He was not good looking, but he did not hide his face. He must have the determination to kill him.

Everyone thought he was dead, so it was really strange that such a cold-faced killer suddenly appeared.

Could it be Mu Qinghe...

After a moment of trance, the man took advantage of the opportunity to leave a wound on Hu Feng's shoulder.The warm liquid flowed out mixed with the smell of blood. It had been a long time since I felt this way.

He just wants to live in peace, can't he?

Hu Feng sneered, his voice piercingly cold, with faint pain.The opponent was obviously taken aback.

The man seemed to want to jump back, his hair and clothes fluttered up and down, but there seemed to be a distance blocking him, preventing him from going backwards.

With Hu Feng's dull face, he slashed at him with his sword...

At this moment, all the noises ceased, and the house returned to calm.

Hu Feng saw the blood on his sword and his eyes suddenly became hollow.The man on the ground was clutching the wound on his body, blood kept spilling from his fingers, and his face twitched convulsively.

Hu Feng did not know how many such people he had brutally killed, but this time, he subconsciously remembered that this was Mu... the person he wanted to protect.

He covered his face with his hands in pain, Hooper's dying words still in his mind.

Neither he nor Mu Qinghe's original intention was wrong, but when did it become like this.They are all to protect their own people, but in the end, what they cause is nothing but endless killings and endless injuries.

"Why did you kill me?" He hoarsely said.

"General Mu sent me here..." The man on the ground squeezed a few words through his teeth.

Hu Feng looked at the panicked faces of the people on the ground, and raised his sword again.

The man suddenly closed his eyes, and the loud noise from beside him shook his whole body.Hu Feng's sword was inserted a few inches from his face.

"I don't believe you." An almost inaudible voice.

"You go quickly."

The people on the ground glanced at the man who spared him in disbelief, then stumbled to the window and jumped down.

When Mu Qinghe rushed into the small building at the fastest speed, he only saw the mess in the room and the back of that person sitting at the table.

The heart that had been hanging all this time was finally let go, but he soon discovered the wound on the man's right shoulder that was still oozing blood. His heartache and the thought of wanting to cut him into pieces immediately overflowed his chest.

He walked quickly to Hu Feng's side and grabbed his hand.

"Why don't you bandage it." The cold temperature in his hand made him frown.

Hu Feng let him hold him, but he didn't turn his face away.

"Mu Qinghe," Hu Feng called Mu Qinghe's name for the first time in a few days, and Mu Qinghe's heart skipped a beat, "Don't come here again."

Mu Qinghe's eyes widened slightly, he thought that Hu Feng had gotten used to his presence in the past few days.He has worked hard on the battlefield for many years, and it is rare to taste a peaceful life these few days. Even knowing that he and Hu Feng will never be able to return to the way they were before, he can quietly look at the person he misses every day, which makes him feel A faint but lingering sweetness.

"I want to say no." Mu Qinghe murmured, he held his hands tightly to prevent Hu Feng from taking him away. "You and I have pretended nothing happened these few days, so let's explain clearly today."

Hu Feng instinctively felt that he didn't want to listen to him, but Mu Qinghe pressed his hand firmly.

"I don't want you to recall the past, but this time, can I be selfish again?" Mu Qinghe couldn't see Hu Feng's face clearly, "If I said that I didn't kill the Fox clan four years ago, would you believe me or not?" Do not believe."

Mu Qinghe felt Hu Feng's hand stiffen suddenly.His palms were slightly sweaty, and then Mu Qinghe saw his head bobbing up and down weakly.

"Four years ago, you still remember that I didn't answer. I kept silent, just because I was surprised that Ji Shihua would say this to you. As for the end... I did have the intention of killing you... I know it's pointless to talk about my difficulties, On the contrary, it is more artificial."

"But you know, when I saw you standing in front of me covered in blood, I already regretted it. Now, whether you laugh at me or hate me, I, Mu Qinghe, will never leave again..."

Hu Feng stood up suddenly and turned to Mu Qinghe.

The table, which was missing a leg, trembled unceasingly due to his movements.

"Are you going to drive me crazy?" For the first time in four years, he looked into the other's dark eyes with his light eyes.

"I don't hate you, Mu Qinghe. Over the past three years, I've thought a lot, and you don't owe me anything. You and I have never revealed anything to each other or promised anything. You and I saved each other because of our alliance and gratitude. Now that times have changed, I, Hu Feng, am no longer..."

"Do you dare to admit that you care about me? Why don't you dare to follow your heart?"

Hu Feng sneered: "I didn't."

"Then let me ask you, what exactly do Ku, Luo, Do, and De mean?" He spoke out word by word, just like Hu Feng told him back then.

Hu Feng was stunned, it was a kind of temptation to say the words with magic power to him from the mouth in front of him.Mu Qinghe's hair was swept by the wind, Hu Feng's once obsessed eyes were full of tenderness.

Hu Feng moved his hands, as if he wanted to hold Mu Qinghe back, but he suddenly withdrew his hand when Mu Qinghe relaxed.

The sword landed on Mu Qinghe's neck with a snap.Suddenly a gust of wind blew up inside the room, blowing Hu Feng's hair flying around, covering his cheeks.

Mu Qinghe felt that the wind was like a sharp knife, the window paper was cut, scratches were left on the wall, and the air flow was blowing around, as if the whole room was safe only where the two of them stood.

"This wind..."

"It's my power." Hu Feng's face was gloomy, and the corners of his mouth twisted into a strange arc. "I found out that I fell off the cliff that day. So you saw that I'm just a monster. Even so, you still have to..."

The rest of Hu Feng's words were sucked into Mu Qinghe's mouth, they didn't go deep, just rubbed against his lips lightly, Mu Qinghe seemed to be comforting an angry fox.

A few dead black hairs slipped from the blade, and a little blood dripped onto Hu Feng's hand.

The wind gradually subsided, and the night wind came through the broken window paper, and the moonlight under the treetops fell on the hem of their clothes.

With a bang, something fell to the ground.

"You clearly care about me."

He was at a loss: "Mu Qinghe, you..."

With a smile in his eyes, he was extraordinarily gentle under the clear light: "Since I have affection and you have interest, we are not just life and death friends, we will call me Qinghe from now on."

How many dots are there on the upper and lower ends of the moon, and how many dots are there when the moon is cloudy or cloudy.If you are wandering in the world, if you have someone to accompany you, how lucky you are.

Someone in the room sighed heavily, like a silent compromise.

"Qinghe."

"Ah."

The author has something to say:

This is my first finished article.Before, I felt that there would be a lot of things to say at the end. It must be very fast and refreshing to type, and the author's words are the best to write.

As the copywriter said, this article came from a dream of mine, because the scene in the dream was gorgeous and shocking, ahem, and the plot was also very bloody, so there suddenly appeared such a small shou fake death, and Xiao Gong regretted it and chased it back. Returning bloody terrier.In fact, it really has nothing to do with Meng in the end.Because the first thing I dreamed about in my dream was that the queen was dressed in red and was forced out of the palace by my younger brother, and then met blablabla, who my younger brother had a crush on on the way.

This text is estimated to be [-] words, and I plan to finish writing it within seven days of the National Day, and then I am indeed a person without perseverance.Originally, I didn’t plan to put much energy into this article, because I wanted to focus on my other article, but for some reason, I had the idea of ​​“finishing one article first and writing another article well”, so it just Became my only updated article...

This text is intended to be put together with fragments, but it is also the same now. The time period is not very coherent, and it is written where there is no brain hole.I didn't want to treat it well at first, and even the first name of Xiaoshou was easy to get. The word "Hu Feng" does not give me a good sense of color (what the hell), but it is homonymous with "fox" after all.I originally wanted to portray a tough guy, a child who is dedicated to his duties, single-minded, and who attaches great importance to understanding. He is cold on the surface, but in fact he keeps a lot of things in his heart.But later, there was a deviation because it was broken for a long time, and I wrote a part of the latter part first, so I had to let the plot follow that way, even if it might not match the character of the character.

Because I just started writing with the idea of ​​writing down a story completely, I didn't make an outline.Mu Qinghe's image is probably quite weak.But in fact, sometimes I feel (maybe not suitable for the characters in the novel), everyone's personality is unclear, but there will be a vague concept in my heart: Well, he is probably such a person.

I guess the reason why I can finish this article is because I feel sorry for every child I write, and I don't want their stories to stop at the most difficult time.

I am actually in the transition period from a child to an adult, and some things that I think are cruel are slowly being revealed to me.Sometimes I feel very lost, just like when I first went to Tieba Live Bishui, I would have a strong sense of belonging to find the same kind.But gradually, I found that it is easy for people to get along with each other, and they swear at every turn.It's really too cold.

Even now "White Lotus" has become a derogatory term, and the protagonist who is really supported by readers is the kind of person who uses all means to remove stumbling blocks to achieve his goal.

In fact, during the writing process, I tried my best to "explain all kinds of explanations" for Mu Qinghe, and Hu Feng's transformation later may also be a little abrupt.My lack of writing is one thing, but it's also partly because I want my children to actually believe in something.I don't want to have a truly heinous villain in my writing. Even Ji Shihua, who is a relatively villain, actually hates Hu Feng in the depths of my mind, but because of his deep-rooted secular concepts and a kind of attachment and protection for Mu Qinghe .Well, although I didn't bother to write.

There are many small fragments written in advance, but there is really nowhere to add.Some details were not explained, such as who sent the last assassin and so on.But because there are no readers, this article and even this paragraph are written for me and my future self, so I didn’t forcefully read it.I will probably write a side story in the future.If there are readers who see this here occasionally, I just want to say that it is right that the ending is he or he.

Then there are two reasons for writing this article: First, I want a three-dimensional cover from Yuebai Studio. Although I am still a little disappointed, because the umbrella in the picture is a bit modern, but why did I not give the base map?Another reason is that I want to see the three characters "Completed" appear in my column, haha.

Next time I will definitely get a cover with characters!

So that's it. ~(≧▽≦)/~