653 fireworks at night
It's still night, but this night is the favorite festival of young men and women... Qixi Festival.
This night, the Duke of Ning removed the colorful silk above, revealing the endless night sky.
Stars are like beads, and the new moon is like a hook, hanging clearly on the dark blue sky.
Luo Wener raised her head, and Ren Xinghui reflected in her eyes and flowed quietly on her face.
A tall figure stood behind her and looked at her quietly.
Suddenly, my arm was raised...
There seemed to be a sound of tincium in the distance, but it was too slight. It only turned into a wind. However, a light suddenly appeared in the air, dragging its long tail and rowing straight towards this side like a meteor.
Luo Wener's eyes unconsciously followed the meteor and moved slowly.
A meteor flashed, bursting out several rays of light in an instant, as if the blisters had been punctured and sprinkled with a little splash.
She stared at the suddenly blooming starlight in surprise, but before the light converged, another meteor flew in. After a flash, it threw out a glow. Then, it seemed that all the stars were shaking, flashing and blooming, as if the spring buds of the branches had sprouted and instantly brightened the whole night sky.
The flowers bloom quickly, thanked quickly, and the exposed blanks were quickly filled by new flowers, while some couldn't wait to pull open the petals and tried their best to take the bright colors. The gorgeous light covered the colors of the rest of the flowers and showed their own style.
The night sky instantly turned into a garden, opening the purple and red, and then brought in colorful clouds, covering the sky and the earth, weaving a piece of brocade, entering the eyes, entering the heart, undulating in the dark, and floating the memory buried in the depths.
That night, fireworks were also full of fireworks, but they were blooming under her feet. She seemed to step on the clouds and swuggled in the man's arms.
Actually, she doesn't really want to struggle, just because she still has something in her heart that she can't let go, but...
She really doesn't want to leave this warm embrace. He is so gentle that people can't bear to refuse, but she has to pretend to be serious: "Take advantage of people's danger!"
Hold tightly: "Actually, the one who takes advantage of people's danger is you..."
The cold wind blew again, which made her cry. She raised her head hard and stared, trying to pour her tears back. However, the long eyelashes trembled and trembled, and the flowers in front of them were clear and blurred, but they could only let a stream of heat slide along the corners of the eyes to the edge of the cheeks and then fall into the wind.
A sigh sounded faintly in her ear, and a hug gently hugged her.
The same warmth, the same solid, the difference is that once made her heart beat, make her blush, and make her overwhelmed, but now, let her calm her, let her feel at ease, and make her want to cry happily.
There are lips, if wiping the temples, and a voice floats faintly in your ears: "May you shed all your tears, and there is only happiness..."
For a moment, there seemed to be countless sadness in her heart. She suddenly hugged him tightly and suppressed first, but with the noise of fireworks around her became more and more dense, she finally couldn't help crying loudly.
He let her grab himself, hold him, and beat him twice from time to time, because he wanted to stop crying and bite his skirt, but bit his flesh. The pain was soft, dull, but it seemed to be happy and sweet, which penetrated into his heart little by little.
Fireworks are still blooming overhead, making a pair of shadows on the ground sometimes appear, sometimes hidden, sometimes staggered, and sometimes rotated.
Light and shadow change, uncertain, but unchanging care, a kind of consideration, an indescribable dependence on each other...
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Zhang Mao looked in the distance and didn't know whether he should disturb the master's good deeds, but if he didn't bring this word to...
The figure in the distance is hugging each other tightly.
His mood is a little complicated.
In fact, until now, he did not agree with the master bringing the woman back to Xueling. Even at the beginning, he became a fortune teller and stepped into the simple and neat courtyard. He was inexplicably disgusted with the woman, because she changed her master. Although the master has now become more humane than before, he I still don't like it.
He always feels that any change is not a good thing, because if it deviates from the original track, it is easy to lead to unpredictable dangers, and this woman seems to be dangerous in itself!
Actually, the master used to be very good, really. It's just...
The master should really have a woman. And this woman came, not the one in his arms, but...
Just now, he looks at the master...
Although the distance is far away and the light and shadow are changing, he can see that the corners of the master's lips are hooked.
The master will laugh.
And the master's hand wrapped around the woman's body, patting gently, and lowered his head from time to time, as if whispering to the woman. However, Zhang Mao knew that he didn't say anything. He just took the opportunity to secretly kiss the woman.
It's just that this kind of rudeness should probably be called "comfort" at this moment.
If there is no matter he is eager to inform at this moment, will the master "get his wish come true" later? The master doesn't seem to have touched a woman for nearly two years...
Zhang Mao's master squeaked his mouth, looked at the front with great tanglement, thought for a moment, and still carried his internal power...
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Xuanyuan still frowned and looked at the direction of the "voice" with cold eyes.
Since Zhang Spear brought the words, he didn't want to get in the way. He quickly took a step back, and several of them disappeared.
Just now, his tenderness was hit by the news, as if boiling water had been thrown into ice, and he suddenly calmed down.
Luo Wener felt cold in her arms and slowly woke up from the dark. The first thing she saw was her messy clothes.
She regretted her gaffe and was a little embarrassed to get it out, but she was hugged by him and hugged to death. Even if the fireworks rumbled, she could still hear a slight sound between his texture.
What's wrong with him?
She was suddenly a little scared.
This person has always been calm and heavy, even if the collapse of Mount Tai does not change his face, but at this moment...
His arms suddenly tightened, and a slightly chilly voice sounded in his ear: "Don't think about anything! I'll take you back now..."
After saying that, he couldn't help ringing her and leaving.
She was puzzled, but she couldn't see anything from his face. It was just a moment of turning around, and he became the usual Duke of Ning.
Behind him, fireworks are still in full bloom, and a red apricot magically stretches its branches and leaves, slowly opening in the night sky that no one appreciates...
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"How are you thinking?"
This is a quite spacious room, surrounded by bright candles, but it still looks dark and stuffy, probably because of the too thick silent doors and closed doors and windows, and the sound is slightly hoarse, as if it were a thin-toothed saw, pulling the candle flame trembling.
Xuanyuan still knelt on the ground, lowered his head slightly, and his eyes only stared at the honeysuckle blooming on the carpet in front of his knees without saying a word.