[Rat and cat derivative Gu Zhuo] The old moon is wrong

In the round forest, there is the faint sound of silk and bamboo orchestra, the music is sad and beautiful, accompanied by a low singing, singing the joys and sorrows of life, the singing is full of a kind of helpless sadness.

"Spring goes and spring comes, flowers bloom and fall; when it's time to leave, who can stay?" Die Wu sat in the carriage, listening to it, and the wind blew from nowhere. The long fallen leaves fluttered gently on the snow like a butterfly.She opened the car door and walked down, picked up the fallen leaf, and stared at it for an unknown amount of time.I don't know where a drop of water dripped, and it fell on this fallen leaf. I don't know if it is tears or rain?It looks like the crystal dew on the green leaves when the flowers are in full bloom in spring.

A cold fragrance filled the building, and a cold wind filled the building, but Zhu Meng opened his clothes further, as if wanting to let the blade-like cold wind penetrate into his heart.Neither he nor Xiao Gao spoke.The kind of sweet, thick, sour and bitter thoughts have blocked their throats.

A white-haired, blind old man walked up the stairs slowly, tapping the ground with a bamboo stick.A little girl with a big braid followed the old man by the hem of his clothes.The old man holds the hole Xiao, and the young girl holds the pipa. They are the musicians who are going to accompany the butterfly dance.It's not the first time he's been here, and every time he comes here, it's an elegy.To play dirges for those who usually laugh a lot, and use singing to stir up some secret pain in their hearts.These people were willing to let him do the same.Human beings are indeed strange creatures, sometimes enjoying sorrow and pain.

There were footsteps downstairs again.Very light footsteps, light and vibrating.Hearing the sound of footsteps, Xiao Gao's people had already passed the table, rushed to the stairs, and rushed down.Zhu Meng didn't move.His whole body seemed to have stiffened, turning into a corpse that had turned into rock.

Xiao Gao originally thought that he would never see her again, but now she is already in front of his eyes.Is this a dream?She saw him too.She looked at him obsessively, but she was surprised?Is it joy?Do you want to go up?Still want to escape?

Xiao Gao didn't let her choose, he had already rushed up; grabbed her, and took her two hands with both hands.This is not a dream, nor is it a hallucination.The feeling in his hand is so warm and full, and the feeling in his heart is also so warm and full.

"Why did you leave that day? Why did you take the Sword of Tears? Where did you go? How did you come here?" Xiao Gao didn't even ask these words.As long as they can meet, nothing else matters.

"You are here, you are really here, this time I will never let you go again." He looked at her obsessively, took her hand, and walked up the stairs step by step backwards, his eyes I can't bear to leave her face anymore.

Suddenly, there was a change on Xiao Lian's face that no one could have expected.Her pupils suddenly contracted due to fear, and then suddenly expanded, and her whole body seemed to have collapsed and collapsed.Xiao Gao looked at her in surprise, and instinctively wanted to turn around immediately to find out what she saw.But a terrible change suddenly appeared on his own face, as if he suddenly thought of a terrible thing, and it took a long, long time before he dared to turn around.He turned around and saw Zhu Meng.

The expression on Zhu Meng's face looked like a beast, a beast that had fallen into the hunter's trap, sad, angry and desperate.The person he was looking at was Xiao Gao La who came upstairs - Die Wu.

Suddenly Xiao Gao has fully understood - Die Wu.This woman that he will never forget is also the Die Wu that Zhu Meng will never forget.Why is fate so cruel!It's not fate, it's not coincidence, absolutely not.

Zhuo Donglai looked at them, the smile in his eyes was like an evil god looking at the sacrifices made by fools for him.Cold hands, everyone's hands are cold.

"You are Die Wu?" Xiao Gao's voice was full of despair.

Die Wu nodded numbly, she was indeed Die Wu...

Xiao Gao let go of Die Wu's cold hand, and started to back up again, into a corner; even the only name he had was false...

Zhu Meng's eyes were fixed on his face now, a pair of big bloodshot eyes seemed to have turned into a spear.A bloody spear.Xiao Gao died.Although his person is not dead yet, his heart has already been stabbed to death by this bloody spear.But even death cannot escape.How will Zhu Meng treat him?How should he treat Zhu Meng?Xiao Gao didn't dare to think about it, and couldn't think of it.He couldn't think at all.The only thing he can do is "go".

Unexpectedly, when he was about to leave, someone suddenly stopped him: "Wait a minute." Xiao Gao was surprised to find that Die Wu had completely recovered her composure, and she was no longer afraid to face him.Die Wu said: "I know you are leaving, and I know you have to leave. But you must wait before leaving." Her attitude was calm and firm, and there seemed to be something in her eyes that could make anyone feel uncomfortable. Her strength cannot be denied.One can only develop this power when one is completely fearless about everything.

Die Wu turned to face Zhu Meng again: "I remember you once said that when I want to dance, no one can leave."

Zhu Meng clenched his fists tightly, as if he wanted to crush the world in his palms and destroy everything.

Zhuo Donglai smiled, and approached Die Wu's side; among the three men in this room, Zhuo Donglai was the closest to Die Wu, he asked Die Wu with a gentle smile: "Can you still dance?"

Die Wu looked up and showed the same smile to Zhuo Donglai: "Have you ever seen a spring silkworm? As long as it is not dead, its silk will not run out. I am the same, as long as I am alive, I can Dance. What's more, I have already promised to dance for you..."

Die Wu's words made Zhu Meng turn pale; she actually wanted to dance for Zhuo Donglai...

Zhuo Donglai clapped his palms and smiled lightly: "That's really great. If you don't dance, I can't explain to the two distinguished guests... After all, I have guaranteed that you will dance."

Die Wu smiled like an elf who accidentally entered the world, the fox cloak fell, and the dance clothes fluttered.The white-headed musician who had been sitting silently in a corner suddenly stood up, his haggard and tired old face looked like a crumpled yellow paper.

"I'm blind, old and blind, and I haven't thought of anything that can make me happy for a long time, so I always play some sad music for the old men... But today I want to make an exception."

"Make an exception and play a happy tune for us?" Zhuo Donglai asked.

"Yes." Although the old man's wrinkled face was expressionless, every wrinkle was like a grave, burying countless sufferings and sorrows.He has seen a lot of sad things in the world.But the young girl has never seen anything, because she is also blind, blind from birth, has never seen light at all, and has no idea what the joy of youth looks like.How can such two people achieve happiness and joy?

Zhuo Donglai asked patiently, "So, did you think of anything happy today?"

"No."

Zhuo Donglai smiled and said, "Since there is no such thing, why make an exception?"

The white-headed musician stared at the darkness in the distance with a pair of blind eyes that could not see anything at all. His voice was hoarse and mournful: "Although I am blind, old and blind, I can still feel that there are too many sad things here today. gone."

With the sound of "Zheng Cong", the pipa sounded, and the old man's first sound attracted the pipa like a thread.One thread has become countless, and the strings of the pipa are like beads falling on a jade plate.Every thread, every bead is light and joyful. What he plays today is no longer the helpless sorrow in life, but the joy of life.

Die Wu is dancing, and her dancing posture is also light and joyful, as if she has forgotten all the sufferings in her life.Her life has become one with her dance, and she has put her life into her dance.All that is left in her life is dancing, because she is a dancer.At this moment, she is no longer the woman who has experienced vicissitudes and sufferings, but a dancer, so noble, so pure, so beautiful.She danced her joy and youth, and her youth and joy also disappeared in the dance.

"The sword is ruthless, and Zhuang Sheng has no dreams; dance for the king, and become a butterfly." The old man playing the pipa suddenly burst into tears. He played happy music, but tears flowed from his empty and blind eyes.He couldn't see the people in the room, but he could feel them—what a sad person, how dark.The joyful music he played only made the sadness look sadder, and the joyful music he played seemed to have become not music but irony.

There was another sound of "Zheng", and the strings of the pipa were broken; the dance was also broken.

Die Wu fell on Zhuo Donglai's feet like a fallen leaf, and suddenly pulled out a knife from Zhuo Donglai's boot; a short knife that was as dazzling as a jewel.She raised her head, glanced at Zhu Meng, then turned her head and glanced at Xiao Gao.

The dagger in her hand had fallen and landed on her lap.Blood spattered, and as soon as the blade fell, blood spattered.One of her legs became like two pieces of rotten wood under the knife's blade.As soon as the blade falls, she is no longer a dancer. There will never be a dancer with a broken leg in this world.Such beautiful legs, so light, so nimble, so beautiful.

Zhuo Donglai didn't seem to notice it, but picked up the dagger that Die Wu had thrown away; wiped it carefully with a clean handkerchief, and then put it back into the boot.Zhu Meng howled like a beast, and flew towards Die Wu.Gao Jianfei clenched his fist tightly, looked up and saw Zhuo Donglai's half-smile eyes, jumped out of the window and ran away...

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