Hu Yan had a long dream. From the time she can remember, to the present. Growing up in hunger and cold, he was chosen to compete for the position of high priest. This process is painful and cruel, and it is a multiple test of human nature. Together with her little brother Fu Qianfan, she overcame all obstacles and finally got the position of priest and succumbed to Yin Xue'er. One succumbs, so that the two live and die forever. She worked hard and finally became a high priest for a hundred years. The scenes in front of me have become so blurry. Only everything experienced in Liuhe County is as clear and vivid as it is today.

When she woke up, it was three days later, and it was Chinese New Year's Eve.

At first glance, I saw Qu Nanyi. He lay on the edge of the bed and fell asleep. The thin hand, still holding her hand, was warm and warm.

Hu Yan clicked on Qu Nanyi's sleeping hole, withdrew his hand, got out of bed, picked him up, and put him on the bed.

Qu Nan's eyes were sunken, his jaw was covered with stubble, and he slept deeply.

She lifted her hand and saw that it had recovered to its original state, as delicate as mutton fat white jade.

Hu Yan's gaze swept and landed on Qu Nanyi's wrist, and found that there was a strip of white cloth wrapped there, oozing bright red blood. Obviously, it's a new injury. Qu Nanyi always knows what she needs. And every time he gives, although it is very natural, it is moving.

Hu Yan gently stroked his face with his hand, closed his eyes, and slowed down his breathing, otherwise the moisture under his eyes would flow out. She bent down and dropped a kiss on the tip of his nose. Straightened up, put on a big hat, opened the door, and stepped into the cold wind.

Sohou saw Hu Yan and asked, "Miss Hu, ...... are you?" ”

Hu Yan said hoarsely: "Prepare a horse for me." ”

Sohou responded: "No! ”

Hu Yan went directly to the kitchen, slipped out a food box, and walked out of the backyard of the county office.

Sohou handed the reins to Hu Yan.

Hu Yanfei got on the horse, holding the reins in one hand and the food box in the other, squinted at the snowy sky, and said, "Let him sleep for a while, don't be alarmed." I'll be back before dark. ”

Sohou smiled: "No! Scared him to death, he thought that Hu Yan was going to say goodbye again. This master's position in the heart of his son-in-law is unparalleled. If the son wakes up after a while, and doesn't see Miss Hu, I don't know how to toss.

Hu Yan shouted, rode his horse, and stepped on the snow countless times.

She came all the way to the foot of Yanshan Mountain, climbed up to the place where Bai Ziqi was buried, sat under a tree, opened the food box, and took out two plates of side dishes and a jar of wine. Arrange the side dishes on the ground, unseal the wine, tilt your head and take a sip, and swallow it with a clatter.

She didn't speak, but drank alone.

After half a jar of wine was poured into her stomach, her cheeks flushed, and she was like a pink-faced peach blossom, serving a beautiful meal. Her eyes were misty and watery. The tail of the eye is dyed a little red, as if a red plum petal floated into the eye, embellished with a bewitching charm. Her lips were slightly open, and she drank white gas, glowing with the enticing aroma of wine.

She leaned against the trunk of the tree, raised her hand to the hollow, and nodded twice, as if to say you, you, you.

Silent, always silent.

She didn't know what to say or who to say it to.

Do you mean to Feng Yunqi? Or Bai Ziqi?

The former's life and death are uncertain, and he hates her so much; Latter...... The latter was buried in this deep pit and became one with the Yan Mountain. In the spring of next year, I wonder if a green vine will grow on his corpse, break through the soil, come to the ground, and look at her?

Bai Ziqi ......

Hu Yan poured another sip of wine, smiled, closed his eyes, leaned against the trunk of the tree, exhaled a long breath, and said hoarsely: "A clear snow and a cold, year after year, people don't pay it back." Ziqi, you never believed in the curse of heaven in my mouth, but now, do you believe it? Laugh at...... Do you think that if you are dead and there are no bones left, it is a curse? He opened his eyes, stood up, and suddenly smashed the half jar of wine he was carrying into the ground to the ground, and shouted heartbreakingly, "Your death is a curse to me!" Pointing his index finger to his heart, one after the other, "Here...... Over here...... It hurts so much......"

She bent down, picked up the stone, smashed it into the pit with all her might, and screamed, "You're a bastard!" He picked up another stone and smashed it into the pit, "Bastard! Bastard! ”

The sound spread in waves, echoing in the depths of the Yan Mountain, overturning the snow and tearing apart the original calm.

Hu Yan kept moving stones and smashing deep pits, every time, he was so hard, as if he hit Bai Ziqi's body, making her relieve her hatred.

Tired and unable to move, she jumped down the pit, lay on the pile of stones, looked at the chaotic sky, and muttered: "Ziqi, why? "Why do you keep yourself as a mystery? Why does God secretly stuff all the burdens into his heart? Why...... Why...... Why did you die with Yin Xueer in that way? Why does she hate the words "deep love" so much?! Why didn't you even leave her a thought?

The snake ring on her feet was thrown into the hot spring water by her, and she didn't know the direction; Bai Ziqi's heart was trampled under the pit by her and shattered into thousands of pieces. Is she too stupid, or Bai Ziqi is too stupid! How do you write a word, please? One stroke at a time, carved on the heart, bloody, painful that I can't help myself, but I still can't give it up. If Bai Ziqi is really unintentional, how good it would be. That way, she won't fall in love with him. And he will not deliberately approach her after getting Yin Xue'er's order, so as to like her.

The past is unforgettable.

It is difficult to be strong in all kinds of dust.

Hu Yan leaned on his body, crying bitterly but silently.

Tears slid down the corners of her eyes, dripping onto the stones, condensing into ice.

Hu Yan was drunk in his tears and couldn't wake up.

In her dream, she saw Bai Ziqi walking towards her and putting the coiling dragon ring on her feet. It's a little cool, but it's gratifying.

It was getting late, hiding her tears and figure.

A man walked out from behind a tree, silently.

He came to Hu Yan and looked at her with his eyes down.

The eyes that were like cold stars slipped through a trace of confusion.

He squatted down gently, stretched out his hand, dipped a tear from Hu Yan with his index finger, raised it, and sniffed it in front of his eyes. He really couldn't understand why a person would cry so sadly. Life and death are fate, life and death are reincarnation, it is the normal state of life, and crying for a normal thing is a little ...... Silly, right?

Hua Qingran put the tear into her mouth and savored it.

He frowned slightly, sure he didn't like the smell very much. It is salty in the mouth, and it is a little sour when you taste it, and you ...... after swallowing it It irritates the whole stomach and intestines.

Hua Qingran stood up, gently jumped out of the bottom of the pit, stepped on the green pine, jumped to a peak, pulled out the "Three Realms", stretched out the slender limbs in a dragon roar, and moved vigorously.

Hu Yan heard the voice, trembled his eyelashes, opened his eyes, and whispered in a daze: "Qingran? She seemed to hear the voice of the Three Realms.

No one responded to Hu Yan, in this world, there is only the sound of whirring wind.

Hu Yan sat up, rubbed his limbs that were almost frozen, stood up, jumped out of the bottom of the pit, looked back at the bottom of the pit, and said, "You wait, whenever I want to scold you, I will hit you with a stone!" Let you die without stopping! Hooked lips and smiled, "Ziqi, you liar." He turned around, walked down the mountain step by step, and rode away.

On the peak, the "Three Realms" in Hua Qingran's hand paused slightly, and turned her head to look at the distant back. After just a pause, he turned his head, put away the "Three Realms", and turned to leave.

He didn't know why he had come, or why he hadn't wandered away. He always had a question in his heart - once, why did he like her so much?

Now that the feelings are gone, I can't even recall the burning and heartbeat of the past. He felt a little cold.