In the middle of summer, the mountain is full of trees, the wind blows, it is the pollen in the sky, pity that this year's pollen is poisonous, the death and injury are unknown, and after a long time, maybe the radius here will change from the beauty of the world to a fishy place.

The East has a merciful head held high, and the day dawned.

She no longer knows which realm she has reached, what day it is, her face does not look like there has changed, and she has been wearing a red robe for a long time, but she has changed to a black robe.

Huahong will also be tired.

Where he landed, a piece of life drained and turned into a dead land.

didn't go to the East Shenhai, and she didn't have the face to see Linglong, and the poisonous gas was out of control because of the backlash after suppression.

There is no sound of the beautiful scenery here, Xu is no one, Xu is all gone with the wind.

She finally opened the letter.

After reading it, I gradually remembered everything.

Time seemed to stand still, the wind did not stagger, the water did not flow, the flowers did not flow, only she pinched the paper, and the corners of her lips moved lightly to prove that everything was still going on.

Time does not stand still, it is still passing.

Suddenly, a gust of wind blew, withering the thousands of Qiong trees, and also took away the letter paper in Yu's hand, as if he didn't want her to continue to sink.

I can't hold it.

As soon as she raised her hand, the letter paper returned to her hand, written in a familiar font and a familiar tone.

Oriental pity blinked.

It turned out that she had already known everything.

It turned out that he was dead, but not dead, and right here, on the letter, there was a familiar and unfamiliar fragment of the soul.

Muttered, "It's really dead." ”

Looking at the person mentioned in the letter, she said, "It turned out to be you." ”

His expression became more and more indifferent, and his heart fluctuated even more than when he saw the soul fragment.

A splash of bright red stained her eyes, stained her makeup, and after dripping, stained red the letter and the envelope.

She said, "Wait, I'll find you all." ”

The words are as fierce as the sound of the Nine Shades of Purgatory.

The pressure of Rushan surged into her heart, to crush the mind of Dongfang Pitian, she didn't want to resist, she could die here, maybe it would be good for her and Lingshan, this was also the last resistance she could do.

Poof, Dongfang Pitian spewed out a mouthful of black blood and fainted in this no-man's land, and the ground was covered with a thick layer of qionghua, which became a comfortable bed, wanting to share her exhaustion.

Curled up.

Fingers pinched the letter and held it in her arms, and on the letterhead, the soul fragments of all remnant souls had been locked by her on her three souls and seven souls.

To die together.

An inaudible loud noise, centered on the Oriental Mercy, was like a gap in the riverbed, and the poisonous gas turned into evil spirits and raged for thousands of miles.

All that is alive and that is dead is dead.

Three thousand miles, no life.

In the midst of the fierce poison, a person suddenly appeared, dressed in sackcloth, and his face could not be seen under the hood.

She walked.

Go under this tree.

Walk into this Qionghua.

Walk up to the old man.

Leaning down, he tried to break her hand and take the envelope, but with a slight force, he couldn't open it, so he took her hand.

The man said, "Senior sister, I'm sorry. ”

With a soft voice, the figure disappeared with the wind, but the person lying on the ground could not hear it.

Xu is not a human being, he is a ghost.

The figure was like fog and smoke and dust, dissipating with the wind, and the wind peeled off the Qionghua, blowing away the cover that blocked the envelope, revealing a pair of names that should have been the names of the couple on the invitation.

Gu Changsheng —————— Liu Yu.

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……

In the evening, a thick fog shrouded Jiufeng, and light snow slowly sank, burying the secrets here.

Lu Aya is back.

She drove the wheelchair into the house, glanced at Liu Fufeng in the room, and asked, "Senior sister, are you out?" ”

Liu Fufeng was busy and responded casually: "Well, I went to the backyard to sweep the snow." ”

immediately turned around, wiped his hands, and hugged Lu Aya to the bed.

Lu Aya smelled a familiar smell and thought of a woman in red.

"Senior sister, what did you learn today?" Liu Fufeng unbuttoned his apron and added: "The meal will be ready immediately." ”

Lu Aya said: "There are a lot, and there are subtleties that can be learned." ”

"Then say them one by one."

Lu Aya nodded and said, "Okay." ”

She told her junior sister everything she had learned today, and finally held up a snow lotus and an ice lotus in her palm.

The lotus flower rotated slowly, blooming gently one petal at a time, and Liu Fufeng did not see beauty, but power.

Liu Fufeng admired it for a moment and said, "It's beautiful, Senior Sister Xu taught you?" ”

Lu Aya nodded, then hugged Liu Fufeng and said, "Senior sister, I'm tired." ”

Between the girl's eyebrows was tired, and a little cold, wrapped in clothes.

"Then rest for a while, get up and eat."

The girl was tired of her and said, "You hold me." ”

Liu Fufeng sighed lightly, nodded, agreed dotingly, and hugged Lu Aya into his arms.

Sleep together.

The white horse passed through the gap, and it was already sunset.

The two of them had already eaten their dinner.

Bath.

In the back mountain, Lu Aya pretended to be unconscious in the spiritual spring, thinking in her heart: It is indeed an illusion.

"Sleeping" for a moment before waking up.

Liu Fufeng, who was putting on Lu Aya's pajamas, looked surprised and asked, "Senior sister, why did you wake up so quickly today." ”

"Cultivation has increased." Lu Aya smiled innocently and said, "Maybe I don't want to miss every moment with you with my junior sister." ”

"You, when did you get a flamboyant tongue?" Liu Fufeng pinched Lu Aya's nose and said.

Lu Aya grabbed Liu Fufeng's hand and put it on the side of his face, and whispered, "People change." ”

Liu Fufeng was slightly stunned, and nodded: "That's right." ”

Then, Lu Aya seemed to be interested, and opened her arms: "Senior sister, take me out of bed and show you my recent skills." ”

She practiced calligraphy, understood poetry, and understood music theory.

Isn't that exactly what she likes?

When she likes, she rejoices.

Outside, it was getting late, and the cool breeze swept by, driving the wind and snow, and the snowflakes fell from the eaves to the bed, reflecting the shadows in front of the bright windows.

The room was peaceful, and Liu Fufeng got out of bed with Lu Aya in his arms.

In front of the table, Lu Aya inked ink and picked up a pen.

put down the pen, paused, left an ink spot, turned his head to look at Liu Fufeng, and saw the expectation and encouragement in those dark eyes, and there was no more pressure.

It should be written in block letters.

The ink embellishment is smooth, like a satin aggregation, there is the vigor of the character, and the softness of the red silk, and the hard work of Lu Aya can be seen between the points.

On the rice paper, the word joy reflects Lu Aya's mood at the moment.

Staring at Lu Aya, it only took a few seconds to stop writing, but Liu Fufeng seemed to have experienced a catastrophe.

She didn't dare to look at Lu Aya, and she didn't dare to think about what Lu Aya had paid from her hard work to be neat and tidy to the aura of silk and satin today.

Liu Fufeng felt that even her words were not as good as Lu Aya's at this moment, and what was on the paper was Lu Aya's feelings.

Words are like people.

Words are as they are.

Words like ...... Lu Aya's silver eyes.

"I love it." Liu Fufeng said with a smile.

I don't know if I like people, words, or both.