077 Double Butterfly

Nangongyi and Murong Xueyan simply had lunch at Jiaye Temple, and then continued to play in the mountains.

This time, the place where Nangongyi took Murong Xueyan was on the other side of the mountain. There was no peach blossom forest, but there was a lake surrounded by mountains on three sides, with weeping willows, and the scenery was pleasant. There is a gazebo on the lakeside for tourists to rest. The two of them stood in the pavilion and enjoyed the surrounding scenery.

The lakeside is full of weeping willows, which are like a piece of misty smoke against the light of the lake and mountains, while the lake reflects the willow branches and swaying, which is another style. Swimming in the beautiful nature, Murong Xueyan only felt that she was as free as a fish swimming in the water.

"Look, there is a bamboo raft over there." Nangong Yi pointed to the gazebo not far away and said.

Really, Murong Xueyan saw that there was indeed a bamboo raft there, and there was a wooden oar on the bamboo raft.

"Let's go to the lake, okay?" Murong Xueyan begged.

"Good." Nangong Yi smiled gently, took her hand and went out of the gazebo.

He raised the bamboo raft with one hand and checked it. The rope was tied quite firmly without omission. Fang walked to the lake and put the bamboo raft on the surface of the water and pushed it hard. After that, he held Murong Xueyan and carried out light skills. The two fell on the bamboo raft and stood firmly. Nangong Yi picked up the wooden oar and rowed heavily in the water. The bamboo raft sailed to the center of the lake with the help of water. He put the wooden oars back into the boat, allowing a little thrust of the water to swim in the lake with the bamboo raft.

In the lake and mountains, it is as if there are only two of them left between heaven and earth. All the troubles and all the worries leave them...

Murong Xueyan looked at everything around her, which was as beautiful as a painting. She was intoxicated and intoxicated... Such natural beauty without decoration without carving was almost extinct in the twenty-first century; not to mention the person who stood beside her who loved each other.

As a husband and wife, there is no doubt about love.

Hold your hand and grow old with your son.

These are all his promises, his most true feelings. He is such a cold person. How difficult it will be for him to say the word "love" himself. What's more, with Murong Xueyan's own personality, he also cares about those three words.

What she wants is just Nangong Yi's heart. If he even gives all his heart to her, how beautiful the oath is, what does it matter?

She put her hands on his chest and felt his powerful heartbeat.

"What's my ranking with you?" She asked with a smile.

"First." He naturally held her hand, and the deep feelings in his eyes were clear.

When did

become the first place in his heart? It was when he saw her extraordinary talent when she ran the winery, when he saw her generous manners, and when he found that she took in refugees and paid for disaster relief regardless of loss... Every time, she let him see a different her, and every time, she could bring him infinite surprise... She was like a puzzle, guess He couldn't read, but he became more and more attracted to him, which made him eager to recognize her and understand her.

"You are the first with me." She moved his hand to her chest.

Don't be suspicious anymore, don't doubt anymore, and completely entrust yourself, the whole person and the whole heart.

Standing in front of the Hajiye Temple, she smiled at him and asked, "Do you know which Buddhist venerable this Haye Temple is?"

"It's Mahagaye." Nangong Yi replied. In this Jiaye Temple, he and Concubine Yun came together at the beginning, and it was Concubine Yun who told him that Maha Jiaye was worshipped here. Concubine Yun... When he thought of her again, his heart was peaceful, and there were no more ripples. Her figure became lighter and lighter in his heart, as if she was gently blown by the wind, and it could dissipate immediately.

Once upon a time, he thought that he would keep her in his heart for the rest of his life.

To this day, he knows how long a long life is, and he can produce countless unexpected changes.

"The Buddha picked up the flowers, and everyone didn't say a word, only the halo leaf broke his face and smiled. Later, the Buddha awarded the golden waistles and bowls used by Pingsu to the venerable shackles. Murong Xueyan explained what she knew, "This is the origin of the allusions of Zen Buddhism's 'smile' and 'the true biography of manor'."

"A smile..." Nangong Yi knew less about Buddhism than Murong Xueyan, but her peace and tranquility at this time made him feel faintly uneasy, and an ominous foreboding arose spontaneously.

"The Buddha said, 'The flowers on the other side will bloom for a thousand years and fall for a thousand years, and the flowers and leaves will never see each other. Love is not cause and effect, fate is doomed to life and death. I like this sentence, and I also like the other name of the other side flower - Manzhu Shahua. She continued to talk.

"Love is not cause and effect, fate is doomed to life and death." Her words made him more and more uneasy. He saw her look peaceful and entered the Buddhist temple, knelt down in front of the Buddha statue, put his hands together, closed his eyes devoutly, and prayed silently. He has been following silently, and his heart is also calm and calm.

When he walked out of the Buddhist temple, he asked her, "What wish did you make?"

"I didn't make a wish." Murong Xueyan smiled and said, "If the world only makes a wish in front of the Buddha, they can ask for the blessing of the Buddha. You should know that everything has been decided... I worship the Buddha just for the peace of my heart."

"Xue'er..." At this moment, she in his eyes was not the usual laughing. Murong Xueyan would jump three feet high in front of him. She seemed to have grown five years old at once...

At the sunset, Murong Xueyan and Nangong Yi stood side by side in the wilderness, bathed in the golden slanting light, like a pair of immortal couples...

They looked at each other, but they didn't say anything. A gust of mountain wind blew, and it also blew Murong Xueyan's hair, making her long hair fly. Nangong Yi put his finger on the scar on her forehead and moved softly. Murong Xueyan looked up in surprise, but he didn't say anything. He let him rub and rub her scar. He gently put his lips on her scar and imprinted a kiss.

"Nang Gongyi, do you think I'm ugly?" She suddenly asked.

"In my heart, you will always be as beautiful as the first time I saw you." He picked up her chin and imprinted his lips.

What a happy day. There are no valuable gifts, no careful planning. They just play around according to their heart, send love to the mountains and rivers, and forget the vulgar things.

"I want to hear you sing." He held her hand with a smile.

"Good." She looked at the Daiyuan Mountain and the colorful clouds reflected in the sky by the magnificent glow. She sang:

"If we don't meet again in the afterlife, we will have no regrets in this life.

Don't ask who I am, just care about this dust and you...

"It's so beautiful..." Nangong Yi sighed gently.

"What's so beautiful?" Murong Xueyan suddenly stopped and looked at Nangong Yi.

"What a beautiful song, what a beautiful you, what a beautiful sunset." He said three "good beauties" in one breath, and even he himself was surprised by his "meat numbness".

"When did you learn to say love words?" She smiled happily like a child.

"It's just... what does this lyrics mean?" He asked.

Murong Xueyan replied, "It's the story of Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai."

"Hmm?" Nangong Yi had never heard the story of Liang Zhu and frowned.

"It is said that in the Western Jin Dynasty, there was a sister named Yingtai in a large family surnamed Zhu. In order to study, Zhu Yingtai dressed up as a man and resigned from her family to study. On the way, she met Liang Shanbo, a young student, and they met each other and had similar interests, so they became brothers in Caoqiao and then went to Hongluoshan Academy to study together. In the college, the two of them get along with each other day and night, and their relationship deepens. There is a lyric, 'The classmate has been reading for three years, and there is no guessing about it, which is this paragraph of the same classmate's feelings.

"I have been reading for three years with my classmates, and I can't guess." How similar is this situation to his and Yunfei at that time? The strong resonance made him more curious about the story and asked, "What happened later?"

"Three years later, Zhu Yingtai returned home, and Liang Shanbo saw him off for 18 miles. The two of them said goodbye.' The eighteenth phase is affectionate, but who knows that the farewell is on the platform, which is the parting. Murong Xueyan said, "In my opinion, in fact, Liang Shanbo is very dull. After spending three years with a pretty girl, I didn't know that my classmate was in red makeup. But his ending was really sympathetic... Liang Shanbo was instructed by his mother. He took the butterfly jade fan left by Zhu Yingtai and fell to the Zhu family and his proposal was rejected. After returning home, he was sad and indignant. He fell ill and died.

"What is love, life and death..." The lyrics of a song she once sang came to his mind.

"And Zhu Yingtai was heartbroken after hearing the news that Liang Shanbo died for himself. Soon after, Ma Wen came to Zhu's family to get married, and Zhu Yingtai was forced to get on the sedan chair. The sedan chair took a detour to the tomb of Liangshan, and Yingtai insisted on dismounting the sedan chair and crying to the dead. Legend has it that during the worship of Zhu Yingtai, the cry touched the world, and the thunder cracked the tomb, and Zhu Yingtai jumped into the tomb. Then the grave was closed again, and Liang Zhu's soul turned into a pair of butterflies flying. This is the origin of the story 'Liang Zhuhua Butterfly'. Murong Xueyan finished the whole story, and her mood was also a little moved. In her opinion, the ending of "Butterfly" is mostly a myth attached to the ancients, which is a kind of good wish, but their story is verified to be true. How painful it must be to fall in love but not be together!

Is it only when you hear the sadness of others that you can correct your own happiness? Nangong Yi looked at Murong Xueyan, hugged her, rotated, and then rotated...

Let each other turn into a pair of free elves, butterflies, white foxes between heaven and earth... Go with the wind and stay away from the hustle and bustle.