Come and see me when I remember you, and I'll come back to see you when my memories fade away.

Mutually, mutually.

That's the best.

Qing Yao opened her eyes and cried for a long, long time, so that her eyes were red and swollen. Looking at the crowds of people outside the car, her heart couldn't help but ripple and she couldn't suppress it.

Memories are like epiphany blooming at night, one by one, layer by layer, emerging and attacking.

That day, that place, and that person, we talked a lot.

"Spare me, for your sake and for me. I just want to be relaxed and comfortable. She said to him, her voice whimpering, as if her heart was dead.

"Why, are you so disgusted with me? Am I not even a simple stranger to you? When he answered, he was even more low, like a flower blooming suddenly, and thanking it suddenly, very quickly, quickly making people sad, and so fast making people uncomfortable.

She was silent for a long time, and she did not answer.

"What exactly are you thinking and why? Why? I've racked my brains, but I can't read your heart and get into your heart. I have seen thousands of mountains and rivers, walked through thousands of rivers and mountains, but I have never been able to see through your heart and enter your heart. The voice was even more bleak, as if he was the only sad person in this world.

"I, I just want to go farther, farther, farther, farther away from here. Far away, even thoughts can no longer be connected. ”

"No, don't think about it, I'll never let you leave me."

"If you are entangled hard, you will eventually become a cocoon. Is it worth it to force attachment and harm yourself and others? She looked down, she turned around, she didn't know what her state of mind was.

"If it's someone else, it's naturally not worth it, but if it's you, it's worth it." Every look, every tone is so firm, so tender.

"No, you and I are brothers and sisters after all, there is no need to do this, let me go, and you can exchange it back to this country." I was almost begging, at that time, my face was full of tears, and my heart was full of scars.

Neither did he answer, and remained silent for a long time.

Suddenly, she pulled out the dagger she had prepared and held it so close to her neck that the sharp tip of the blade had cut through her skin and dripping blood.

She couldn't have said anything more to him.

"If you continue to be so obsessed, I will punish myself for my sins." With every word she spoke, the strength in her hands increased, and the scars on her neck deepened.

She thought to herself, "Goodbye, maybe this is the best ending for us." Goodbye, and I hope that my death will fulfill you. ”

Her eyes were closed, her expression was painful, and she looked a little reluctant, but some things must be given up after all, otherwise, how can you talk about it?

Isn't she unsympathetic to Ling Feng, but her love is deep and unclear. Affection, love. Can't tell, can't tell.

At this time, she was so entangled in her heart that her mind was blank. She never thought it would be like this, and she didn't expect it to be like this. To this day, she remembers those words. Perhaps, these truths will accompany her for the rest of her life.

When she was about to die, he finally figured it out. It turns out that loving someone is not imprisoning her life, her freedom. Letting go is also fulfillment.

"Wait......"

The voice of this sentence was so loud that he almost shouted it with all his strength.

Qing Yao suddenly opened her eyes full of tears, and said in a somewhat reluctant but reluctant tone.

"Brother Huang, I know that you are reluctant, and I am not, but if not, I will not be able to sleep well. Goodbye, if we are fated, we will meet again in the next life. It's just that I don't want to be born in this imperial family again. "Anyway, I want to do my best just to give myself a good time.

"No, I promise you, I promise you." His eyes were unusually terrifying, and the pupils were densely packed with bloodshots, covering every pore of his body, devouring his whole body, and then tearing his whole body.

"Thank you, Brother Wang, for your success, Qing Yao will always remember." The blade in his hand fell to the ground with a clatter. It's very crisp and unusually dull.

She collapsed to the ground, and the veil attached to her face floated down like a cloud of smoke that fell to the sky with the wind. No sound, no trace.

She didn't hurriedly wipe the red marks on her neck, instead, she stayed for a while, and then closed her eyes.

Seeing such a scene, Ling Feng gritted his teeth and was ruthless, pretending to be calm and calm, and said hoarsely:

"Now this scene is really something you and I don't want to see, since you have made up your mind to go and kiss, I can't stop it. It's just that there are some things you need to understand (liao) as well. ”

Her eyes, which had just been closed, slowly opened. A hoarse voice in his throat, barely made.

"What?"

"You ...... in the Cui Cemetery that year"

Time is unexpected, the truth is unexpected, the mood is mixed, and the mind is blank.

Memories fall into reality, like a dream, drifting away and annihilating.

……

"Princess, are you feeling better?" Bi Lan asked softly.

"It's fine, just a little tired." She replied lightly.

Suddenly, as if she remembered something, she lifted the sedan curtain and hurriedly asked.

"Where is this on the way? Why I've never been here. Why are there so few people? ”

She has often followed the first emperor Weifu for private interviews since she was a child, and she is familiar with a lot of distances, even if she never left the palace later, but those memories engraved in her mind cannot be erased.

"Princess, for the sake of safety, we will follow Your Majesty's instructions and take another path, after all, there are too many people who want to destroy the harmony between our Great Secret Kingdom and the barbarians, for fear that we will succeed. For the sake of the secret country, and for you, Your Majesty has come up with a plan to divert the tiger from the mountain. When the time comes, the two groups of people will reunite again in the barbarians. Now, on the way, there is no need to worry about having a slave and maid with you. ”

Bi Lan soothed Qing Yao over and over again. But it's not that simple.

"Well, okay then." Qing Yao lowered the sedan curtain and sat down again.

She suddenly thought of Qing'er, and thought of him in her heart. Talented and beautiful, a match made in heaven, happy. But Qing'er will be happy in the future, so what about her? I have one person in my heart, and I want to marry another. At this time, the mood is self-evident, but she does not regret it, after all, that is the life that originally belonged to her.

……

Outside the window, a pomegranate flower floated in, fiery red and red, the same color as the wedding dress, she picked up the fallen flower with her hand, gently rubbed it, as if she was confiding, but also expressing her feelings.

"Will you forget me?"

Immediately, a breeze struck, blowing away the pomegranate flower, the flower, which kept spinning and dancing in the air. Floated to the palace, floated into the hands of that person.

He caught the flower with his hand, which seemed to be somewhat familiar. Putting it next to his face, he muttered.

"Where are you, and where will you wait for me. Do you remember me? ”

Li Yiyang stood on the side of the road, watching the convoy slowly drive past him, although it was lively and prosperous, for him, it was just a passing cloud, and it didn't mean much.

So, taking advantage of the crowd, he sneaked away. He kept walking, and going, without stopping, because he was afraid that if he stopped, the man would not be waiting for him there anymore.

His heart was a little uncomfortable, he was not sick, but he felt worse than sick. But the road is so far and long, no matter how much he runs or what he tries, it is just in vain. Time and distance are only going to get longer and longer.

But the emperor will not bear the heart, and after unremitting efforts, he finally got there. It's just that everything is a bubble, everything is a dream.

Those in the dream, you still have to remember when you wake up, and you still have to remember it for a lifetime.

He looked at the back figure under the tree, still wearing a dress like pomegranate red, with his back to him, very quiet, very beautiful, which made his heart move and make him intoxicated.

But in an instant, they all disappeared and disappeared. There are no fiery red dresses, no quiet women, only countless memories and entangled relationships.

He was so angry that he didn't know what to do for a while, and he looked around and shouted everywhere as if he had gone mad. But endless thoughts are just a way to torture yourself. At this time, he was like a mute, wanting to scream, but he couldn't shout, and could only make painful "ahhhhhhhh

Although I have met so many times, I don't know what she is like after all;

Although I have missed her a thousand times, I still don't know her name.

Ridiculous, ridiculous.

He kept thinking that perhaps, he should never have met her in the first place, and since he met her, his fate seemed to be out of his orbit, and he could only wander around, wandering, homeless, and not knowing the future.

He didn't know what to do, he didn't know what to do, he was very uncomfortable, he couldn't calm down. The scenes in my mind are like a sharp knife that keeps stabbing and aching, and my heart is already full of holes, but my face is as calm as ice. It can be seen from this that the pain he has endured is so much, too heavy and too heavy, that there is no mood to express or express it.

"Why, why, why?" He said the three whys intermittently, almost from being incomprehensible, not understanding, to unwilling, and his voice became louder and more hideous. He became a little scary and distressing.

Suddenly, he kicked hard in the direction of the tree. So much so that the flowers are shaking and the trees are shaking. But how could this vent the suffering in his heart, in the blink of an eye, another kick, then another kick. It's heavy, it's heavy, and the countless pomegranate flowers and leaves are scattered across the emerald lawn, and it's not very eye-catching. And look at the tree that was still standing upright under the violent impact, and it was not very comfortable, with nearly bare branches, and some fragments, sparse and sparse residual flowers, and a wooden box tied to the crown of the tree with red silk threads. Tied so tightly, no wonder the three feet went down, and it was still unstable and stagnant there.

Suddenly, as if he understood something, he went to the top of the tree and took it down. He slowly untied the silk thread that wrapped around the box, and slowly opened the box, only to see that inside was a letter, and a pomegranate flower that had not been bitter but was about to wither, but although it was about to wither, it still exuded bursts of fragrance, which made people intoxicated.

He opened the letter trembling again, perhaps with excitement or fear, causing him to move very slowly and slowly, and I don't know how long it took for the letter to be exposed to the sun.

The letter is folded, and in the folded place, such a line is written. After he saw it, he was a little moved and a little excited. It reads.

"I put this flower in this box, not only to commemorate the love between us, but also to see when you can see this letter, if the flower is still delicate, it proves that we still have a spirit with each other, if the flower has withered, or has turned to dust, it proves that we are a bad relationship with each other. In this way, it is better to forget about the two phases in the rivers and lakes and never see each other again. ”

His hands trembled even more, so that he could no longer hold the lighter letter.

Finally, I opened the letter, and the handwriting on the letter came into view. The content also comes to mind.

"I've been lovesick for a long time, I haven't told you my name, I've been in love for so long, but I've never told you who I am. But every time I want to tell you, I always choke up and can't speak. Whenever I tried to write this letter, I was stuck at my fingertips. So, I figured it out, maybe it was destined by God, we are just a passerby in each other's lives, and meeting is just fate, but it is impossible to be together after all. So, some things, which may not be clear, are also a kind of happiness......"

There were so many words in the letter, so many that he could see it a little blurry, and some things slipped out of his eyes before he knew it, and fell on the letter with many words and many words. It turns out that it's not that there are too many words, but that there are too many tears, no wonder you can't see clearly, no wonder you can't see clearly.

He looked at it for a long, long time, and searched for it, but he still couldn't find any information about her, a trace of her whereabouts. And there were only some tear-jerking words in that letter, and some heart-wrenching words. He watched so much, but he only remembered the last sentence.

"We can't be together in this life, we have suffered all our lives, if we meet again in the next life, I only hope that your heart will be like my heart, and I will live up to my love."

He sat down and fell, looking at the sky and closing his eyes.

It turns out that memories can be uncomfortable, no wonder, there are always some people who are reluctant to mention the past, open up the past, and cherish memories.

It's no wonder, after all, there are too many things and too many people in this world, which just confirms that sentence.

- Affection is also ruthless, fate is also calamity.