237 Acacia overnight plum blossom hair

The second winter of the distant spirit to Kunlun Mountain. It's snowing heavily.

Standing far away on the top of the snowy mountain, a group of cranes flew through the air, as if they had melted out of the snow. Yao Ling gently stretched out his hands forward, and a crane just flew down and stopped in front of her with its wings. The crane has a small food box in its claws. She picked up the food box, and the crane crowed and flew away.

It's been another year. That man... Why doesn't he want to die?

Yao Ling went back to the house with the food box in his hand. The bamboo stove soup is boiling, the fire is red, and the snacks in the food box are still warm. The snacks sent by Fengchuan first two times were sent by the crane leaping thousands of miles into the sky, and it had already frozen into ice. He was always smart and soon found that he didn't know what kind of insulation was used for the box, and the snacks sent in the future were warm.

And the remote spirit no longer gives them away. Because she knows that she eats the taste of love like a treasure in the past, her heart is like a knife, tears are like a spring, and no one else will see it. Because she is the only one on the cliff. No one else can go up this cliff, and she can't go down. In this way, she called Qingxiu and imprisoned herself, but her heart was not as quiet as she thought.

How can she be quiet... She stands on the top of the mountains of the sea of clouds every morning, waiting for her only connection with the world, waiting for the warmth prepared for her by that person. She can't refuse, and there is nowhere to avoid. She didn't know what she would do if one day his snacks were no longer delivered as scheduled. She will think nonsense about whether he is sick and has something wrong. Now it's different from the rain lane. Without a senior sister, how Xiao Fengchuan is doing can't know at all.

Yao Ling always wants to taste Fengchuan's mood from these snacks. She chewed these snacks slowly, and sometimes she could eat a small piece all morning. Today, the episophile he made is sweet and smooth, and melts in his mouth. He must be in a happy mood. The next day, there was another thousand-layer oil cake, as white as snow, revealing a thousand layers. Is there a lot of things in the store today, just like this thousand-layer cake? Later, he made a money cake, which was crispy and tender. Did he make a lot of money today?

After all, it's just guessing and imagining. Pinjun, give me some snacks and comfort me with lovesickness.

Yao Ling just picked up the tea cup. The sound of snowflakes being crushed surprised her a little. A person is used to it, and any sound on the cliff can't be hidden from her ears. She had expected that she would not always be alone on this cliff. She just didn't expect that this person would come so soon.

Yao Ling got up and opened the door. The flowing black hair rolled up the snowflakes and floated to her chest, which was as warm as the spring breeze holding the willow. She will never forget this feeling for the rest of her life.

Taoyuan flowers bloom, Wuling spring.

"Brother Chun..." Yao Ling shouted and looked at him in a daze. His smooth ink eyebrows were not stained with wind and frost, and his crystal phoenix eyes were still smiling. He seems to be the one in his memory, but the one in the past always hides his sadness so deeply that others can't notice it. Now he no longer hides his sadness. Because sadness no longer belongs to him.

"Why, you don't welcome me?" Wu Lingchun smiled. The surging snowflakes swept into the distant house. She hurriedly let Wu Lingchun in and closed the door. Wuling Spring patted the falling snow on his sleeves and looked around the scene in the room. Yao Ling and Wu Ling held tea in spring and sat around the stove. Yao Ling asked, "Brother Chun, do you think my room is okay?"

"Vit's good. I didn't expect that Yaoling could live alone and tidy up the house in an orderly manner. Wu Lingchun smiled and said, "In the past, you never cleaned up the house. You always threw it to Wumei..."

"Oh, how can Brother Chun remember so clearly?" Yao Ling smiled bitterly. At this time, the snack box sent by Fengchuan had not been collected, so it was placed next to the two of them.

Put down the teacup in Wulingchun. Naturally, he also noticed the snack box. He said, "There is still one thing missing in your room."

"Hmm?" I would like to hear more about it.

"Red plum. Don't you like to read Thousands of Poems? I remember Du Lei's "Cold Night". On a cold night, guests came to tea for wine, and the bamboo stove soup turned red. Usually, when there is a month in front of the window, the plum blossoms will be different.

"Puff~" Yao Ling covered his mouth and smiled. Naturally, she will not forget the Thousand Poems that Mr. Nange read with her. However, he hasn't written for a long time. In order to put out the fire four years ago, he not only completely lost his ability to watch martial arts, blindness, but also lost the ability to see things. He can't live without people around him. Now he lives in Linghu Village with Chu Yunshen, and is taken care of by Chu Yunshen's distant relative, the little white fox folding smoke girl. It is quite gratifying to live a peaceful life and have no quarrel with the world. It's just that Linghu Village is very far away from Yangzhou. Chu Yunshen can't turn into a human shape, and Nan Gezi can't control the sword. It's always difficult to meet each other.

"Brother Chun came to see me today. Why didn't he bring me a red plum?" Yao Ling pretended to be angry.

"I don't bring it. Someone will bring it."

Yao Ling clenched the teacup in his hand. Really? Will he really come to Xinyouya to see her? She also couldn't figure out her current mood. Whether she wanted him to come or maintain the status quo and live her life like this.

Maybe, I still hope he will come... If he doesn't come, Yao Ling only wants to leave the world on the same day as him. She doesn't want to become an immortal, and she doesn't want to be lonely forever. The cultivation of love has been abandoned. What other cultivation can keep a heart eternal?

"Has Brother Chun seen Fengchuan?" Yao Ling tried to remove the focus of the conversation from himself.

"Not yet."

"Why... haven't you looked for him for four years?"

"Then why have you abandoned him for four years?"

A distant spirit sighed. Sure enough, she and Wu Lingchun have the same intentions. Wu Lingchun then said, "No, Yuanling, my mood is different from yours. I have understood it for a long time... In the final battle four years ago, Fengchuan woke up when his spirit was about to be completely swallowed up by the spiritual core, pointed the tip of his sword at his chest, and would rather risk his life to peel off his second brother's spiritual nucleus. From that moment on, I understood.

Yao Ling closed his eyes. I dare not look at my reflection in the teacup.

"Who do you think supported him to wake up on the edge of the collapse of the two souls? Who is the person he would rather die than choose to be with her? For the past four years, who has he been by his side? Yao Ling, haven't you understood it yet?"

"But..."

"Why do you have to worry about me? You feel unrighteous for the sake of the person you love to hurt your friends; do you think it's advisable for the sake of your friends to hurt the people you love?

Wu Lingchun's two questions are like a heart drum. Her heart buzzed, and finally put down the indifference and calmness accumulated over the years. Tears are as spicy as wine, making the warm tea in the cup muddy. She cried softly, crying in front of others, which seemed to be the first time in four years.

"Brother Chun, I, I don't know what to do..."

This is the best choice. Short-term pain is better than long-term pain. I can't hurt others. I want to respect his love. These reasons are all false and excuses. They are all pretending to be sober and strong. Only this sentence "I don't know what to do" comes from the bottom of my heart.

"Yaoyao..." Wu Lingchun touched Yaoling's head gently. If you feel wronged and sad, you should dare to cry. This is like a real remote spirit. Since you can't open it and can't let it go, don't look at it, don't put it down. If you have to make a mistake, make a happy mistake all your life. Don't find so much awkward for yourself. In life, it is difficult to find the afterlife. How can there be so many best choices? If it can't make you happy, where is it right?

"Yao Ling, don't wait any longer. A person's life is only a few four years, a few years of youth. Do you have to wait until the end of your life to admit that you are the only one who loves most and wants to walk together all his life?

No matter when, no matter where, no matter what twists and turns you encounter, Xiao Fengchuan only loves remote spirit, only remote spirit, and will never change.

"I know, I know, I know..." Yao Ling sobbed. Wu Lingchun walked to her and held her shoulder. She held Wu Lingchun's hand on her shoulder and cried, "But I'm afraid you will be sad... I can't stand it, I can't bear it!"

"Stupid child. Your lover will always be in your heart. How can she be robbed by others? That Xiao Fengchuan, your Fengchuan from the beginning, has never changed. As for the second brother... He left me five years ago. If you are too persistent, you are always vain. Wu Lingchun wiped the tears on Yao Ling's face with his thumb. At this moment, his smile could comfort Yao Ling more than anything else. "It's also my luck to see the second brother's bones from Fengchuan, and I'm lucky to meet you two. Life and death can't be turned around. The heart is always affectionate, and the love has something to rely on. I know enough.

Yao Ling clenched Wu Lingchun's hand. She tried to squeeze out a smile in tears. However, it is not enough to repay Wu Lingchun's deep friendship with a smile.

Yao Ling opened the door, and the wind and snow suddenly rushed into her arms. She felt refreshing and transparent as never before. She thought that the sunshine after the snow must be the same as the one in the decisive battle three years ago, bright and clear, giving people infinite hope.

Snow... It seems that something is missing. Yao Ling held her cheek and thought about it, and the falling snow embellished her slender and thick eyelashes. She suddenly smiled and grabbed the edge of the cloak with both hands. The bright red cloak swirled and bloomed in the snow, like red plum blossoms.

The first ray of sunlight after the snow stopped sprinkled on Fengchuan's shoulder. He was sleeping on the counter of Yangchun Hall, with an abacus under his arm. Normally, the abacus beads are so panicked that they can't sleep on it. But Fengchuan slept like this. First, because he was too sleepy, and second, if he fell asleep and was woken up by the abacus, he could get up and go on.

However, Fengchuan did not wake up on time as usual and rushed to the kitchen to make snacks for Yaoling. He had a long, long dream. In his dream, he seemed to walk in a large area of red plum forest. The plum fragrance was amazing and clear. He searched in the plum blossoms, as if he saw a figure in a red cloak, gradually moving away in the white snow...

Plum blossoms. It's the fragrance of plum blossoms...

Fengchuan was awakened by the fragrance of plum blossoms. In a trance, he raised his head. When he woke up, he saw a cluster of red plums hanging in front of the door.

"I use all the roads in the world

regress

Where to go back and forth

The moon returns to the heart of the lake

The wild crane runs to the idle cloud

I walk into you

Since then

Except for white snow and red plums

I have no more reason to love you."

- the end of the book

2011-9-26