Extra (Twilight Cloud and Rain Painting Ship)

Twilight clouds.

I come from a place, located in the south of Jiangyu, starting from the deep sleeping soul. People call it a dream, but I call it home.

Lighting the floating clouds, I stood in the sky. At that time, the sky and the earth were in the morning, the white clouds were floating, and the morning fog was spreading, like a chain and a rainbow. I don't want to see everything under the clouds. I just want to put my eyes in the clouds.

There is a home, something, and more affectionate.

I remember that 300 years ago, you appeared in the sunset in the west, but after looking back a hundred years, you wore an eight-eye glazed crown, a colorful feather veil, and stepped on purple sand rain cloud shoes.

But I don't remember, I only remember the look at that time. Looking back, it seems to have passed through several reincarnations.

You waved your hand and shouted to the sky, "You are blindfolded and don't look at me!" I'm going to blind your eyes and make you really blind for hundreds of years. In 300 years, I will come back.

At that time, I was a floating cloud and you were a person.

Now, I draw my eyebrows and paint my face, wearing purple smoke feather clothes, standing here, just to look at it again, but without the arrogant figure. I look back, surrounded by floating clouds, with thoughts.

I picked up a floating cloud, like smoke rippling in my hand, but I still didn't want to get together. Looking back at the western evening clouds, I saw your smile.

For 300 years, I have been a human being, but you have turned into Xiao Xiaomuyun.

Yu Si.

The rain fell in the mountains, forests and lakes.

hit the surface of the water, rippled, rippled, and the ripples dispersed among the waves, shaking the shore of the lake. There was a green water grass, with three leaves, a long finger, weak as cotton, blown by the wind and falling into the water droplets.

In the water beside the shore, there is a golden carp, three fingers wide and five inches long. He looked at the deep lake in the distance, with a sadness in his eyes. It was where it wanted to go, but he couldn't go.

He wanted to turn his head to see why he couldn't swim, but his fat body and bulging eyes made him unable to do what he wanted. He doubted whether his tail fin was broken, shook his tail vigorously and felt its existence, but it was so weak.

So he circled over and over again in the shallow water and vowed to see it clearly. In this way, it took a long time.

The water grass was constantly blown by the wind and penetrated into the water again and again. She hated such a feeling. The coldness made her body cold. She didn't understand why she had a pole and was still so weak. She tried her best not to be blown into the water by the wind, but she couldn't do it.

Every time the wind came, she was so helpless that she could only close her eyes and not look at the coldness in the water, which lasted for a long time.

Only until she heard a shout in the water.

She opened her eyes curiously and saw a golden carp spinning in the water. His tail was so small that it was almost the size of a carp's eyes. He couldn't swim far and couldn't swim away.

She began to sympathize with the poor carp, as if he was herself. Later, every time she fell into the water, she would look at the carp a few times, but every time she looked at her, she was very sad, because the sadness and unyielding in the eyes of the carp seemed to be herself.

This has lasted for a long time.

The carp has a hard body and three palm-sized leaves.

In a day of wind and rain, she made a decision to break her body. The pain made her weak body twitch, but it was more firm than the firmness in her heart. She attached to the tail carp.

That day, the carp found that he could swim so powerfully and so far, so he rushed into the deep lake, but he didn't know that his tail was replaced by a letter of water grass.

Painting boats.

The clouds and rain dissipated, the lake was like a mirror, and the fog gradually occupied the whole world.

In this sea of fog, there is a touch of scarlet. The vermilion broke through the clouds and exposed a golden phoenix head, but when you look closely, it is a red lacquered boat bow, which is vivid and lifelike. After the bow, hundreds of feet, carved beasts on the wall, and several corridors and attices on the boat. The lights in the pavilion are melting, and the songs and dances rise.

At that time, she stood among the clouds and watched the clouds disperse in the evening, with a sadness in her eyes. She suddenly heard the sound of singing and dancing in her ears, so she leaned down the clouds.

The painting boat was in the lake, and the noise of the boat was annoying. She raised her hand to split the boat, but Yu Guang noticed that there was a small boat in the quiet place of the boat in the distance, and the green silk curtain was accompanied by the fog.

The lonely boat crossed the fog and rolled up the clear waves slowly. She saw only one person, Ge scarf robe, soap and black shoes, standing in front of the boat, with eyes like meteors and a knife-like face, but she seemed to have seen it somewhere.

She was stunned. Three hundred years seemed to go back to yesterday, and the man sang a long song to the sky.

"Is it him? Is it him?" Her lips trembled and she couldn't believe her eyes. She fell to the lake and stepped on the waves. The mist cut his cheeks with a little coolness.

......

"I'm here, here I am!" The other voice was very low and hidden in the depths of the lake. It was the carp on the shore. He swam into the lake happily,*, which was also very cool.

But his heart was pounding, his blood was boiling, and his usual weak tail seemed to be full of strength. He believed that he might be able to jump on the legendary dragon gate and turn into an eight-leged golden dragon today.

The water grass on her tail is also very happy at this moment. She finally has a solid body and no longer has to wander between the land and the water. A sense of powerlessness began to spread in her body, and she felt it, but the excitement covered the trace of strangeness.

The carp swam and swam in the deep water, and a shadow on the lake covered the light. He was curious about what it was, so he stopped diving and went upstream.

But the water grass on her tail was unwilling to go up again. She tried to stop the carp, but now she has lost her strength and can't twist the golden carp at all.

"No, no! I don't want to go up again." The water grass shouted in her heart, but no one could hear her shouting. She began to resent the carp.

......

On the lake, the boat passed through a thick fog, but the fog remained condensed, and the boat could no longer move. The man on the boat looked at it in surprise and frowned slightly. He turned his head and moved his teeth slightly, as if he were asking the man behind the boat.

"It's him, it's really him!" She is very happy to see each other again in 300 years. She didn't know how to say hello to him, so she could only point her toes on the boat, and the boat stopped.

"But why didn't he look at me?" She was puzzled. The man looked back and never looked back.

"Am I not beautiful enough?" She thought of taking a picture in the water. Her jade skin was beautiful, smiled gently, and her country was charming. Even the water waves were excited to make a circle of ripples.

She turned her head and floated to the man, almost face to face with him. She felt that she seemed to be very abrupt. She blushed with shame. She could only lower her head and pull the corners of her clothes with her fingers in surprise.

The man's eyebrows almost squeezed together, and he waved forward like repelling mosquitoes.

The cold wind blowing on the white palm fell on her snow-white skin, but it seemed that a cold wind soaked into her heart. She shivered, and an unexplained anger burned in her heart: "Why? Why? You don't look at me."

"I have waited for you for 300 years, for what?"

She was very angry, and the sound of the painting came from afar. The man turned his head and hung a smile on his face.

In the painting, there was a woman in red standing on the phoenix head. Her face was plain and her eyes were light, but they were like black pearls in the East China Sea, shining strangely beautiful at night.

"Who are you?" She asked loudly.

But no one seemed to hear it. The woman in red looked ashamed and looked at the man on the boat. The two seemed to turn a deaf ear to her voice.

She was very angry, and the flames of anger burned her body, attracting gusts of wind.

The huge waves are rolling on the lake.

The carp rushed into the water, saw the painting boat, and saw the leaf boat. He wanted to see farther, but suddenly lost his strength behind him.

He fell into the lake and no more had that magical power. The golden carp did not know where he would go. He looked at the sky in horror and saw that the water grass was rolled up by the huge waves. There were three leaves, each of which were so beautiful and round.

The carp envied such leaves, as if that was his tail fin. The scenery on the lake turned into a dark light, covering his eyes, and he could almost guess his future life.

His heart was empty, as if something innate was gradually fading away from him.

The rumble darkness occupies everything.

The huge waves on the lake rolled, and the Xinshuicao's heart was very comfortable. She looked angrily at the golden carp falling into the deep lake and collided with a condensed thick fog.

In the eyes of water plants, there seems to be a pair of eyes in the fog, like my own anger.

Shuicao's heart twitched.

"Why is this?"

Her heart suddenly became empty. It seemed that there was a thing that had not been done in her previous life. It was coldly penetrated into the water, and her consciousness gradually disappeared, and she was silent.

......

The sudden storm was caused by her. She resented that she had waited for 300 years, but the man only saw the woman in red.

She raised her palm again, and the white skin waved coldly.

A storm rolled up, and the boat collided with the painting boat.

The boat was fragmented, and the man fell into the water and was submerged by a huge wave.

"No...don't..." The woman in red on the painting saw this scene and cried sadly, and her voice hissed in the hurricane.

She felt relieved when she saw the woman in red, with a happy smile on her face.

"It's you! So it's you!" The woman in red seemed to find her and pulled out a three-foot sword with pink light and a white flower tied to the hilt.

It was unusually familiar in her eyes.

"This is..." A trace of strangeness welled in her heart: "Impossible, impossible, this can't be my sword."

She found that the woman on the painting was so familiar that the chaotic memories surged into her mind.

"Ah! No, it won't." She covered her head and shouted loudly. The memory, the woman in red, the sword, the painting boat, the boat and the man all came together.

She waved out a three-foot sword with pink light. There was also a white flower tied on the hilt of the sword and the one in the hand of the woman in red on the painting.

lowered her eyebrows, and tears couldn't stop flowing out. She looked at the two words engraved on the hilt of the sword: smoke wave.

That's my name.

That's what he engraved.

The huge waves are surging beside him.

She looked at the sky, waved her sword, and her blood stained the lake red.

The woman in red on the painting was holding a long sword with a farewell smile on her face. Nuonuo said, "You can't hug each other in this life. I hope you will be a fish in the next life. I will be a believer in water and grass, and I will never leave each other."

After saying that, he turned into a touch of vermilion and jumped into the lake...