Chapter 29 He has always been here
Sunset Garden
After dressing up, Xi Xinmiao changed into a long nightgown and retreated the crowd, like waterfall ink hair pouring down, forming a clear contrast with the white robe of the crescent moon, as if she could put down the shackles in her heart.
The long corridor is slightly, the incense is fragrant, the candle is extinguished and the moon is extended, the light is slightly cool, and the wind and moon are cold.
Zhen's head was slightly raised, his eyes were empty, his eyes were blurred, and he looked at the bright moon.
The moon seems to be round again tonight. So close, so far, just like, she and--- him.
In fact, she has always known that he has always been there and has never left. She could clearly feel him, not with her eyes, but with her heart.
I haven't seen you for many days. In the end, it's just a ridiculous self-deception. How many times have you come back in your dreams? What you can see is the lonely white back under the independent plum tree.
Thinking of this, I couldn't help laughing at myself.
However, she is still glad that at least she can get out as soon as possible now. If that fool's eyes are soft, I'm afraid she won't do it.
A gust of wind rose, slightly lifting the hem of the woman's skirt, which was about to fly, with a faint fragrance that seemed to be nothing, refreshing and not as beautiful as the world.
The rising wind made the leaves sway slightly, like a whisper between lovers.
Occasionally, a few leaves float down and turn around gracefully in the air, as if they are playing and playing.
Involuntarily stretched out his hand, looked at the thin leaves spread out in his palm, looked carefully, and slowly stroked them.
The fallen leaves seem to have been given vitality under the flexible and slender onion.
Slowly put the leaves on the side of his mouth, and the thick eyelashes like a fan flashed slightly. Finally, they closed them gently and threw a piece of shade.
A melodious and quiet music suddenly cut out, which turned out to be the tune of blue and white porcelain.
The breeze is still blowing, the leaves are also accompanying, the falling red is dancing, and the night is listening.
The sound of blowing is melodious, gently drifting away from the wall, passing through the streets and alleys, spreading in the smoked light red night sky, mysterious and dreamy, as if weaving a sad and ethereal dream.
It seems to be sensitive, slowly, a sad flute sound came from a distance, tightly with the sound of the woman, seamless harmony!
Listen carefully, it turns out to be the same tune! They played the same song!
Ten miles away
In the dark night, the elegant and refined man, dressed in dusty white, stands tall and proudly independent from the top of the eaves, as if it were the only highlight in the night. The ink hair is flying, the sleeves are flying, and the world is handsome and indifferent.
It seems that the blue eyes that can carry everything like the sea look at an unknown direction in the distance. The tenderness seems to melt everything.
The purple jade flute floated out soft notes under the man's mouth, floating to that place with a full mood.
The voice in the distance stopped abruptly, as if he refused to respond again. The man's jade-like eyes dimmed.
He lowered his hand feebly and pulled a sad arc at the corners of his mouth, but he still maintained a posture in that direction, like a mountain.
But why is that lonely back so heartbreaking?
Suddenly, a woman's beautiful and graceful song came from afar:
I suddenly thought of you before I was about to turn around
You smiled on the day we met
That smile
It's still very beautiful
Unfortunately, that person is often heartbreaking
A city that is too dazzling to look at the stars
Just like my heart is not suitable to talk about stability
Thank you for making me moved
Learning to be emotional is not obsession
People can't change things that can't be changed
Remember to forget
I remind myself
You are already
A back in the sea of people
Long time
You should have new memories
People can't decide who they will be sfor
But at least you can decide whether to give up or not
I admit me
I will still remember you
But I will never touch this memory again
Remember to forget
After my you
After all, it's just an accidental encounter
It won't be easy
You have a lifetime
Enough to forget
I still have a lifetime
It can be used to work hard
I will definitely forget you (the plot needs a little correction. Selected from she's 'Remember to forget')
Sunset Garden
Xi Xinmiao sings modern songs quietly, hoping that he can understand. After a song, he got up and entered the room without any nostalgia.
Outside the General's Mansion
The man standing on the roof of the eaves just listened to the woman's song quietly until the continuous song came out.
However, you can feel the man's sadness. His sadness is the palm lines hidden in the palm of his hand, silk veins, secret and clear.
"Your heart is empty, just like your name. Presumably you also interpret the meaning of your name in this way. However, you are also a coward and will never face it. What should I do to make you understand that you can't escape, death can't escape, the fate between you and me. Mixed with silk magic sound, it is extremely charming.
In the blink of an eye, the man standing on the roof has disappeared, as if everything just now is like an illusion...
Prince's Mansion
East Courtyard Study
Through the screen window, the bright candlelight faintly fainted through the thin gauze, and a figure sitting in front of the desk was projected together. However, the projected outline is too hazy. It's just a dark silhouette, and you can't see the real face of the people in the room.
If you jump over the screen window and look at the eaves above, you will be surprised to find that there is a strange figure carefully crawling on the tiles! He is like a gecko, clinging to the tiles on the eaves, which is completely integrated with the night. If it hadn't been for deliberate observation, his existence would not have been found at all.
The body is as light and silent as a cat. It carefully uncovers a piece of tile and looks inside, and you can see the figure of the person in the room with its back.
There are no waves in the eyes, which is the coldness of the dead.
The man in the room is sitting at the desk and correcting the rules placed at the table. There is no doubt that he should be the owner of the house. Carefully cover the original tile again, and fly away in an eye, disappearing. And the people in the room don't seem to know what just happened at all, and continue to do what they are doing as usual...
In the rockery just a few steps away from the study, there was a dark silence, just in the shadow-covered corner, and suddenly there was a flash of light, which was almost imperceptible. Slowly, a pair of sharp eyes loomed in the dark, as if they had been baptized by countless bloody fields, and the cold light in the dark night. He witnessed all the movements just now, but he did not do anything. With a strange smile at the corners of his mouth, he hid in the gateway at the rockery with the faint eyes...
Entering the secret door specially set at the rockery, a man in a black cloak walks through the winding aisle in the dark road. There are sleeping lamps on the stone walls on each side, but the thin wick bears the light of a whole long walkway, and the slight airflow can trigger the light. The fire shook wildly, and the quiet and mysterious passage was gloomy and horrible.
However, the expression of the man hidden under the wide cloak was covered by darkness. The only thing he could see was that he walked calmly and steadily on the aisle, and he didn't mind the strange swaying of the light he brought, and quickly disappeared into the aisle...
The man stopped at the end of the aisle, but what is puzzling is that there is no way to go at the end?! What's going on? Is there anything else?
The man was not in a hurry and stretched out his hand. The hand, which was clean and slender, with clear bones, stretched out to the long sleeping lamp hanging on the right side, extinguished the light, then rotated the oil plate, and stood in front of the stone wall again.
What's the situation? Normally, the sleeping lamp is the touching mechanism, isn't it? But the organ has been turned on, but why hasn't there been any change? The stone wall is still a stone wall, and there is no such thing as a stone door as the martial arts novel says, and then the stone door opens?!
A more strange scene happened. The man in black turned a blind eye to the stone wall in front of him and strode forward. The incredible scene between the stone wall that was about to hit the stone wall happened: the stone wall was actually useless, just like that, was easily crossed by a man? After the man's body was completely melted in, in the blink of an eye, the stone wall was usually hard stone, and there was no clue. And the extinguished light was ignited strangely!
......
An ordinary private house located at the end of the alley does not show mountains or water. Usually, no one will notice such an ordinary house. Tonight, something unusual is going on...
"Sir, haven't you arrived yet?" It turned out to be the man in cloak who had just passed through the stone. The voice is low, with the unique strength of the man, but it also faintly reveals a trace of arrogance.
"I'll tell you later. I'll be there in a moment. Please don't be impatient. Sir, please come with the villain. Sir has set a seat. The answer was a man dressed as a family man. Although he was a subordinate, his tone was neither humble nor arrogant, and he was calm and calm.
And judging from his walking figure, Qi Jingxun knows that his kung fu foundation is not weak. It's no exaggeration to say that even the bodyguards in the Grand Palace are probably not his opponents.
If they can cultivate such a domestic slave, what kind of person is the "Mr." in their mouth can't help but be even more curious.
Follow the slave to a room, where the maid lit candles to sweep away the darkness.
The man took off his cloak and showed a familiar face: it looks so gentle and elegant, but the unclear eyes will make you feel that it is not as simple as the surface. It is the owner of the prince's mansion - Qi Jingxun.
He took the tea handed over by the maidservant and did not drink it. His eyes swept the layout of the room without a trace, and his fingers were tapping on the table.
It seemed that a cup of tea had passed, but the gentleman in his mouth still did not appear. The only tapping sound in the air seemed a little hurried. Looking at the servant standing aside, Qi Jingxuan frowned and said impatiently, "When will you arrive, sir?" Didn't you say it was soon?"
At least he is the prince of the dynasty. It has given him enough face to come to him in person. Now, he has to wait for so long. A small staff is actually bigger than his prince's air! If it hadn't been for the strong recommendation of his confidant, he would have come here to be angry with an unknown person?!
If you want to achieve your own hegemony, you must have his strategy? Does that man named "Nianchong" really have the ability to support the world and guide the country?