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

Heroes have no tears... Do heroes really have no tears?Isn't the one who shed tears a real hero?At least the people present didn't have the slightest urge to ridicule or look down on Gu Jianhun; his tears were shed for Zhuo Donglai... The last thing Die Wu couldn't forget was Zhuo Donglai, so what about Wu Wan?Although Sima Chaoqun's mood was disturbed by using Tongtong, who did she think of in the end?

"Ancient Sword Soul, I'm so tired..."

Gu Jianhun hugged Zhuo Donglai, and said softly: "Donglai, I will take you away, let's travel the north and south of the river."

"Okay..." With a soft sound, Zhuo Donglai closed his eyes contentedly; resting his head on Gu Jianhun's chest.

Gu Jianhun looked at the speechless four people, and said: "Since Donglai chose this path himself, you don't have to vindicate him. Let his villain be passed down in the Jianghu..."

Seeing Gu Jianhun hugging Zhuo Donglai and leaving slowly, Xiao Leixue put on the mask again; the three people who were staring at Zhuo Donglai's disappearance unknowingly left quietly.In the opposite direction to Gu Jian Hun and Zhuo Donglai.

When Gao Jianfei came back to his senses, Sima and Zhu Meng, who had already recovered, told Xiao Gao: "Mr. Xiao has left."

Xiao Gao looked into the distance, and there was a clear sky in the distance.Xiao Gao said leisurely: "From now on, we probably won't see Mr. Xiao again."

Mr. Xiao was not the only one who was no longer seen. Zhu Meng looked at Die Wu's new grave not far away; Sima looked again in the direction where Zhuo Donglai was leaving.

The lights have gone out, and the people carrying the lanterns have dispersed, leaving only the blind little girl standing there with her pipa in her arms.Although the sun has shone all over the earth, there is still darkness in front of her eyes.

Gao Jianfei felt indescribably sad, and couldn't help but walked over to the little girl and asked, "Where's your grandpa? Is your grandpa still there?"

"I don't know!" Her pale face was completely blank, there was nothing, not even sadness.But whoever sees her will be stung in the heart.The little girl hugged her lute as tightly as a drowning person hugs a piece of driftwood.Could it be that the only thing in her life that really belongs to her is this pipa?This little girl who could only live in the dark all of a sudden said in a very bright voice: "I will sing in the future. I will keep singing until I die."

Because she is a singer, she wants to sing and sing for others.Even though she always sings so sadly, it always makes people cry.But how can a man know joy if he doesn't know what it's like to be sad?How can you cherish life?So although she has nothing, she will still live.If she couldn't sing, her life would be meaningless.

"The master..."

"You are?" Sima looked at the somewhat familiar boy, logically speaking, shouldn't it be Zhuo Qing?It was only then that Sima remembered that he hadn't seen Zhuo Qing since he returned to the Escort last time.

"Little man Sun Da. Zhuo Qing is already dead; Lord Zhuo wants me to bring my brothers to pick you up at this time." Sun Da respectfully handed over the cloak in his hand to Sima Chaoqun, and surprised Sima and Zhu Meng Turning a blind eye to the embarrassment; also did not ask why Mr. Zhuo is not here.

Sima was silent, and Sun Da's hand holding the cloak stopped in mid-air; it was not until Sima took the cloak that he put down his hand and stood by Sima Chaoqun's side.

Sima put the cloak on the little girl and squatted in front of the little girl: "Do you want to go to the escort?"

"Will I still be able to sing in Chang'anju?"

"Yes, as long as you want to sing." Sima promised.

The little girl hugged the pipa tightly and nodded slightly.

Sima stood up and said, "Sun Da, take this child and let's go back to the Escort together."

Sun Da carefully picked up the blind little girl and waited quietly.

"Zhu Meng...I'm going back to the Escort." Sima didn't look back at the two behind him.

"I'm going back to the Lion Hall too... We will meet later." Zhu Meng said firmly.

"There will be a period later..." Sima replied with a slight smile.

In a blink of an eye, only Zhu Meng and Xiao Gao were left.Zhu Meng asked, "What about you? Where are you going?"

"You are my elder brother, as I said just now; I want to revive the Lion Hall with you." Xiao Gao raised his chest and said, "We will continue to sing. Although our singing is different from hers, we must continue to sing, always Sing to death."

The song of the singer, the dance of the dancer, the sword of the swordsman, the pen of the literati, and the fighting spirit of the hero are all like this. As long as you are immortal, you cannot give up.

The morning sun was just rising, and the spring snow had already melted. Carrying a suitcase, he left the ancient city of Chang'an silently.A silent and ordinary person with an old and ordinary box.After him, a man drove a carriage through the same city gate, and the driver occasionally looked back inside the carriage, his eyes full of nostalgia...

The author has something to say: when I typed this word, I really wanted to scream up to the sky, no matter whether it is good or bad, the text is over here, because there are too many pits; filling one is one.I look forward to your feelings after reading the text; because the whole article is based on "The Long Sword Going Flying", basically except for the interaction with Zhuo Ye, Gu Ye didn't make many appearances; it is really pitifully rare...

(The witch clenched her fist: I will seriously review... Will anyone believe it???)