Chapter 50 Returning for You
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I want you to know that my return is only because of your need.
-----The water is cold
Sunset Garden
In the evening breeze, a slender figure in the pavilion was pulled long and blurred by the sparse moon hanging in the night sky, and spread out together, and the loneliness was desolate all over the body.
The night under the blue and black sky has the incomparable mystery of the day**, as if the whole yard is covered with a veil of deep charm. The night is similar to greedily devouring everything around it, covering all the light under the dark charm that is not easy to break free, only the stubborn figure in the pavilion, to the darkness The erosion is indifferent, blooming with a peerless posture that only belongs to her.
Such a deep and strong night, in front of the Jinghong thin shadow, it turned out to be the white foil. I just don't know what it would be like in front of that man?
The woman wore only a white silk nightgown, and the robe reached the woman's ankle, revealing the delicate and delicate heavenly feet, ** exposed outside the robe. In the middle of the night, I approached the ground in the most primitive posture, felt the residual heat of the ground during the day, transmitted the temperature from the soles of my feet to the whole body, and listened to the sound of the dark night that the day did not have. No one disturbed me, just like now. She likes to release herself like this.
The woman's three thousand ink hairs were put down at this time. Because of bathing, the hair condensed into several strands, with slight bending, or mischievous sticking to the woman's greasy face, or quietly hanging in front of the woman's chest, the water at the tip of the hair gathered more and more, condensed into crystal clear beads of water, with a slight light, flashing dots, finally It dripped because he couldn't resist the call of the earth.
He fell to the ground silently, dyed a water lotus on the ground, and was secretly enchanting in silence.
The woman raised her head slightly and looked at the moon stunned. In the woman's dark eyes, which were more dazzling than the night, there was a little light of the moon, which was actually unspeakable! I just don't know, has the woman ever noticed it?
The purple jade flute is held in the woman's hand, tight and loose, loose and tight, and seems to be struggling...
Almost any sound in the dark night is a discordant situation. It should have been silent. Therefore, the melancholy sigh in the quiet night was also blurred, which made people unaware.
The woman seemed to have made a decision. Her green onion-like jade fingers held the jade flute, sticking to her lips, and her eyelashes fluttered against the light like wings, and finally closed.
A song "Both sides of Yishui" floated out with the flexible fingertips under the woman's mouth, like an attraction, like a call.
The music is melodious, with lingering melancholy and helplessness. The silk veins are like spring rain, but they are indelible.
It makes the hearer uncontrollably spread a little sadness and sadness. I thought I had heard it without trace, but I didn't know that every note had been unconsciously embedded in the heart of the hearer, full of occupation, connected with meat, and inseparable. Even the slightest touch can cause tear-like pain.
A breeze rose without warning, and the hem of the blowing woman's robe was flying. It's just that the woman seems to be integrated with the sound of the flute, and she is not aware of the changes in the outside world. She is inseparable.
For the person she is waiting for at this moment, a man, an unparalleled man. The sound of her flute continues to flutter...
Time seems to be still at this moment, but the wind is still blowing tirelessly. Tonight's wind is a little strong. The rubbing between the leaves still seemed so clear, and the air seemed to bring an unusual breath.
The wind finally stopped, and the sound of the woman's flute also ended at this moment, as if with the disappearance of the woman's flute, everything returned to calm, including the swaying branches just now. In a word, at this moment, it is silent.
After the song, the hand holding the flute slowly fell down, and slowly opened his eyes, and the flowing light from the bottom of his eyes appeared from time to time, which made people unable to see clearly or guess.
"You're here," the woman said lightly, with an unexpected affirmation, "Cold."
"Yes, I'm back, Xin'er."
A light question, a willing answer. If you drink water, you will know whether it is cold or warm. I'm afraid that only they can understand the feelings themselves, and there is no need for others to speculate.
Behind the woman, I don't know when a man in a crescent robe has been standing. He has a long body and a natural temperament. Any words on him are blasphemous. His excellence is far beyond the world.
It is as clear as a lotus, as light as a fairy, as cold as ice, and as transparent as water, but it is magical and desperate to destroy the world.
This is him, who only showed all of himself in front of her--the water is cold.
If the night is the foil of Xi Xin Miao, then for the cold water, the word night, because of its appearance, is endowed with a brand-new and eternal connotation and depth.
Xi Xinmiao turned around, but without surprise, he met Shui Yihan's deep blue eyes: it's still so pure water blue, so warm, and the sadness that he wants to forcibly hide it but will leak a trace of sadness in any case...
Everything is still so familiar, the tolerance is still the same, and the warmth is still the same. Although he has been away for a long time...
It was not until he stood in front of her in such a direct posture again that this accessible distance made her understand that everything had not changed...
He has lost weight.
"You have lost weight."
Hearing this, the woman only smiled, looked at the man and shook her head slightly. She would not let him know why she laughed and didn't say anything.
The two looked at each other and looked at each other without saying a word. There was only each other in their eyes, only each other. All other external things seem to be so insignificant and nihilistic. They are the only ones in the world.
-----You're still here.
-----I will always appear as long as you need it.
-----Even if I once expelled you?
-----Yes, even if you expel.
-----Don't you complain? Don't you regret it?
-----No complaints, no regrets.
----- I won't give you any response. Why do you torture yourself like this?
-----Sweet as sweet.
-----Give it up, I won't stay for anyone.
-----I'll wait for you.
-----Is it worth it? Fool.
-----There is no value, only willingness.
-----It's not worth it, only whether it's willing or not?
............
This fool, is that what he has always said to himself? In his mind, is there only such a silent payment that can even be described as humble?
"There is nothing worth it, only whether you are willing or not." It is undeniable that this sentence is so beautiful that it makes people feel a kind of shallow but clear pain and pity, and even more pity the person who said this sentence.
The person who says such words is waiting for a fruitless relationship. The helplessness and helplessness in it is the reckless persistence that makes people sigh and sad.
The person who says such words must love the person who is cherished in his heart. Otherwise, how could he have such a feeling and giving so much, even if it is her look back, it is precious and indelible for him.
The person who said such words is heartbreaking, but I don't know, can she be a little touched?
Don't ask her, she doesn't know.
............
"Han, to tell you the truth, there is something to ask you to come this time..." Before the word "Ask for each other" was finished, Xi Xinmiao only felt that the world turned over. When she came to her senses, she had been picked up by the cold water and was firmly imprisoned by him with a moderate force.
"What's not as important as your own body," the voice seemed to be a little lower than usual, and the eyes stayed on the woman's slender feet. "You've been standing outside for so long?" The woman was only wrapped in a thin nightgown, and her body was a little cold. She felt the coolness of the people in her arms and hugged her tightly, but her eyebrows had already frowned: It seemed that it was time for Feng Xue to go to the dark room to receive the punishment.
He didn't know that he had promised her to give her time and freedom before, which made her so arbitrary. Perhaps he can consider shortening or even taking back the time given to her.
At this moment, Xi Xinmiao does not know that her free time has been announced to be "the end of her life" because of that pair of bare feet. It seems that she will get used to the life mode of getting along with the cold water in the future.
The faint fragrance of medicine that the man is familiar with is now pentlying into the tip of her nose. The faint taste is what she has been infatuated with for a long time. Only she knows this secret.
Her chest felt the shock when he spoke, and it came over, shocking her own heart, so obvious and strong. The wide embrace conveys the temperature through the cold fabric, which is warm and comfortable. It seems that there is magical magic. Here, women can temporarily forget the noise and noise of the outside world, and abandon the usual troubles and mania. It's very heart-hearted and comfortable. In this small world, like her safe haven, it will always be calm and peaceful.
He looked down at the woman in his arms, and his eyes were misty with water smoke, which was finally condensed into a gentle and shallow curvature at the corners of his mouth. Tap your toes and fly to that room...