4 End

The end of the four

The wild goose flew south, the leaves in autumn fell, and the missing in the girl's heart gradually died. The world was no longer nostalgia for her. After that night, Shangguanye did not step on the door of the ice swallow, and appeared around Qingshi Village like a ghost every day.

Fearing the prestige of the owner of the big family, the villagers treated each other with courtesy, but gradually the occurrence of terrorist incidents made everyone have to hide from the plague god.

"This child, God, why are you torturing my Yaner like this?" Mingjing's eyes had already cried red, and Bingyan had left the room for half a month, let alone eating.

Originally, the sad and beautiful flute sound was another kind of comfort for Mingjing, but after so many days, she almost forgot the desolate song, because the person who played the song was not playing the song.

The unique fragrance of the girl in the room is still there, but the owner has not cared about these for a long time, and his eyes are full of emptiness. The children's eyes, which were rare in the world, have become sad.

The wild goose flew southeast across Jiangling, and no one looked up at the sky at this time.

In the past, beautiful people are not in love with the world.

There is no choice but to leave the line between life and death.

The empty room alone is very lonely and the world is prosperous.

The autumn wind blows all over the world,

Winter snow for eternal love,

Peach blossoms bloom in warm spring,

Xia Yan Xianren smells peaches.

It's hard to feel,

It's hard to love,

I resigned from all positions,

Take a free trip through reincarnation.

The flute lay on the green table alone. The ice swallow lay **, looking deadly at the top. Originally, the haggard person will make the flower look pale because of melancholy, but the ** people look at it more and more. That feeling is only available in the land of nine heavens, but now it is printed on the ice swallow. Since ancient times, it has been so beautiful.

"What is happiness? Why am I so strange to it? I am a thin-hearted person. Why does God have no mercy? Can I be free only by death? But I can't make a decision to die with me for a long time. God, you are so ruthless. That man should have been in the dark. Why did you let him hurt me by my side? Bing Yan smiled and kept her tears.

The next day, Shangguan's last group of family bid farewell to Mingjing. There were only three people in the big house, but Mingjing felt that she was the only one and could not sit on the ground.

"How do you live this life?" Mingjing grabbed his hair.

The demons of Qingshi Village appeared for the next time. The death had enveloped the whole village. The number of villagers decreased, but the bodies continued to increase. The body that was not rotten after death lay on various village roads, so that no one walked around the village during the day. They knew that this was done by the devil. He wanted the whole village to bury him for his own survival. The older old man died indirectly, and the undead also chose to kill himself.

The pungent smell of rottenness floated in the village, and the stream was also eclipsed. The small pool had memories of ice swallows, and the fish in the pool was also fading, until the last leaf withered, and the sad voice of the crow became the most beautiful sound here. The sunset was infinitely good, but it was almost dusk. The last villager also fell down.

"Why is this?" Shangguanye was roaring up to the sky on the village road, and then ran to the mountains and forests.

"The fish in Xiaotan is crying?" Bingyan suddenly sat up, and the afterglow of the sunset turned into the room, which made the people in the room flash.

"Dream mark, it must be a dream mark." Bingyan didn't care about her fragile body and gently left the door.

Qingshi entered its dreamland under the comfort of the sunset, and the bodies around it became the favorite of crows, and even attracted some other ugly birds.

When Bingyan stepped into the village road, she stopped coldly. She no longer wanted to go to Xiaotan. Looking at this scene, she took a few steps back.

"He is a devil. He doesn't deserve to live."

After a while, Bingyan gradually calmed down, bypassed those unjustly dead bodies, and ran to the small pool.

The night began to darken. At first, there was a strange light around the pool. The faint blue light flashed around the pool, and the ice swallow found that there was a figure on the blue stone.

"Who is he? Why is it there?" Countless questions linger in Bingyan's mind.

At this time, the small pool lit up like the day, and the figure gradually became clear. Her whole body was wrapped in a black robe, a strange hat, and a sickle-like weapon in her hand. Although her back was facing the ice swallow, she felt that the person in front of her did not belong to the world.

At this time, Bingyan was less than three steps away from the man. The figure moved and slowly turned to look at her.

Bingyan couldn't see his face clearly.

"Girl, this is a place of right and wrong. You'd better leave quickly." After the man finished speaking, he looked at the person in front of him in surprise, and an indescribable sense of familiarity appeared in his heart.

"Dream Trace?" Bingyan felt that the voice of the man in front of her was so familiar.

The man hesitated for a moment, but he couldn't help but want to know who the man in front of him was.

Seeing the person she had always wanted to see, Bingyan did not shed tears this time and said, "Have you forgotten this place? You used to like being here. I like to see you catch fish. Have you forgotten all this?

The man began to be a little confused and involuntarily took off the bamboo hat. The Bingyan's familiar face just became tall.

"I am Yecha, the messenger of the underworld. But why do you give me such a sense of familiarity? Who the hell are you?" Yecha's eyes became confused.

"I'm Bingyan, I'm Shangguan Bingyan, you forgot Menghen."

"Ice Swallow." Yecha looked in pain, and he felt a little headache.

The light around the small pool disappeared, and the faint blue light refracted from all around. Bing Yan hummed the desolate tune gently, and Yecha listened to the song quietly.

"What a familiar song, why can't I remember it?" Yasha looked at the man in front of him helplessly.

Bingyan still hummed the song, but tears began to fall. In a blink of an eye, they separated from each other, and they had forgotten the past and faced it strangely.

"Okay, girl, I have to go. Thank you for your song. You'd better leave this place. There is a devil here. I have to go to the underworld to report this matter." As Yasha said, his figure began to blur.

After a while, the surroundings fell into darkness, and the ice swallow collapsed on the ground.

"Dream Trace!"

Bingyan didn't know how she got to Shangguan's house. Looking at the empty house, she played the flute alone, but the daylight lost the role of the past. Deadness, gloomyness and horror all shrouded the Qingshi Village.

Mingjing didn't know where she had gone. Bingyan knew that she had gone forever. She felt lonely and powerless around her, but she didn't want to leave here.

"Mother, you said that the outside world is beautiful, but you can't accompany Yaner to see it. Why? Yan'er saw Menghen, but we have become strange.

Shangguan Bingyan found that the world in front of her had become blurred. Her chest was stuffy, and a mouthful of blood spewed out. She wiped the blood at the corners of her mouth weakly. Shangguan Bingyan smiled and said, "Mother Yaner is also about to leave. Leave here, I'm going to find dream marks."

The faint candlelight made the room dim yellow. Bingyan tried to open her eyes and found a person sitting next to her. Bingyan shrank on the corner of the bed in fear.

Shangguanye looked at her and asked with concern, "Yingyan, don't hate me, okay?"

"You are not a human being. You should have gone to hell long ago." Bingyan stared at the person in front of her angrily for the first time.

Shangguanye's kind face became ferocious in an instant, and Bing Yan was extremely scared.

"You are mine, Shangguan Bingyan is mine, and no one can have her." Shangguan Ye roared like crazy.

Bingyan wanted to rush to the room, but her weak body could hardly get up. At this time, Shangguanye rose dead and crazily withdrew Shangguan Bingyan's clothes.

Shangguan Bingyan could hardly make a sound, and the corners of her mouth were bleeding, but this did not stop the demon's invasion.

"You are mine. I want you to be my wife." The sound resounded through Qingshi Village, which resonated with the crows. The fish belly turned white in the sky. Qingshi Village died, and no one was alive.

The flute became the only sound here, and even the crow disappeared.

The winter snow fell, covering up the horrible and bloody face of Qingshi. Shangguanye's soul was scattered under the sickle of Yecha, and Yasha was moved by the familiarity of the ice swallow, and finally returned to the underworld.

The small pool was white. The ice swallow sat on the blue stone, with white clothes fluttering, with chills.

"Ten years of life and death! If you don't think about it, you will never forget it. Thousands of miles of lonely graves, nowhere to talk desolate. Even if you don't know how to meet, your face is full of dust and your temples are like frost. At night, the dream suddenly returned to his hometown. Xiaoxuan window, dressing up. Looking at each other without words, there are only thousands of tears. It is expected that the intestines will be broken every year, the moon night, and the short Matsuoka.

Bing Yan chanted this word and slowly picked up the flute.

"Menghen, I'm here to wait for you to come back." The heartbreaking sound of the flute began to rise.

The sound of the flute floated around, going up to the nine heavens and down to the underworld. The people below seemed to be affected by the flute sound and looked up one after another, while the immortals above the nine heavens looked down.

Bai Xue became more crazy, and gradually the figure was slowly covered by Bai Xue.

(Postscript: When I happened to pass by the Qingshi Village, I was also attracted by the sad and beautiful flute sound. When I came to Xiaotan, I saw the ice swallow in white, and she turned to look at me.

"Why are you here?"

I smiled helplessly and said, "I'm sorry to bother you. Why did you play such a song?"

Bingyan is still sad and doesn't seem to want to think about the past.

"A thousand years is gone, but I'm still here. I'm waiting for the dream trace to come back. For thousands of years, my flute has floated to the far poles, but the dream trace does not seem to have been heard. I believe that he will come after ten thousand years, and I will wait for him here." After saying that, he began to play the flute.

I thought about it and said softly, "Ten years of life and death are vast! If you don't think about it, you will never forget it. Thousands of miles of lonely graves, nowhere to talk desolate. Even if you don't know how to meet, your face is full of dust and your temples are like frost. At night, the dream suddenly returned to his hometown. Xiaoxuan window, dressing up. Looking at each other without words, there are only thousands of tears. It is expected that the intestines will be broken every year, the moon night, and the short Matsuoka.

Bingyan began to cry, and my heart was also touched. Finally, she smiled and said, "Bingyan, you will definitely wait for your sweetheart. I won't disturb you."

I hurriedly left Xiaotan, but tears fell involuntarily.)

Rain on April 5, 2009

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