Chapter 85: New beginning (end)

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The bamboo broom swept across the ground, and made shallow marks on the bluestone. The falling flowers were soaked in the shower last night, and they were slightly white. Zhi Xi raised his hand, tucked his forehead, bent down and picked up the faded petals one by one. She heard someone walking by behind her, without raising her head, she whispered softly: "The Emperor."
The footsteps stopped.
Zhixi picked up a petal of crabapple, the petals had faded to light red, but her white fingers showed a bit of beauty: "We have rarely had twins of the same root in our race. Do you know why this is? Because one of them It will surely another rain and dew, and only the one who snatches most of the rain and dew in the end will turn a person."
She stood up, as if she was talking to herself: "I thought that some things were destined. Me and Yan Dan, you and Yan Dan, there is only one result in the end, but it will be sooner or later." She twisted the Begonia petals and smiled back and said, "I don't know if she cares about the same appearance as I was born, but I never care, the face is just an illusion in the eyes, and the red face is the bone. "
Tang Zhou coughed, "Your Zen philosophy is very good."
Zhi Xi Yingying turned around and still smiled slightly: "You did not understand what I mean, I am not talking about Zen. But now she should not care about this kind of thing anymore. Soon, there will be this in this world. I am the only person who looks like. You told me, Emperor, that there is no emotion in this world that can last. And I have never been attached to this kind of thing. In fact, when you say this, you still care in your heart. Yes, isn't it?"
Tang Zhou was taken aback: "You mean...?"
"The hour should be almost the same. In a while, the mountain realm should be restored to its original state. Our clan always has something special. Emperor Zuo, do you want to meet Yan Dan for the last time? No meeting this time. , I won’t be able to see it from now on.
Haitang’s petals slid off and flied out an arc to return to the ground.
Tang Zhou Yi flicked his sleeves, turned and left.
Zhi Xi leaned slowly, picking up the falling flowers petal by petal, and muttered: "They all say that a leaf will blind their eyes if they are emotionally impaired. It's really stupid. If you believe everything, you will pay the emperor."
Please believe that if there is only me in this world and no more of you, then I... how lonely.
Yan Dan was very entangled. Since reading the book that Zhixi left her, she understood what kind of stupid thing she had done in the past. She has always heard people say that the heart of Siye Hanhan can heal all kinds of diseases. Even Ling Hua Yuanjun, the most skilled doctor in the heavenly court, said so. Later, after checking several books, she said that. such.
Of course, if Ling Hua Yuanjun is proficient in this way, it is not of their clan. What those books say is not wrong, but her method is simply wrong. Most of the records in ancient books are what happened when their clan was slaughtered. The heart of Hanhan can indeed cure chronic diseases, but if the clan is willing to use cultivation to save people, there is actually no need to gouge.
The so-called "heart of Hanhan" refers to the determination to sacrifice, the determination to sacrifice for the people and things she cares about.
Yan Dan turned his head and looked at Yu Mo. He kept frowning and standing beside him with his hands in arms, silent. The time they spend together is so short, but the days of parting are so long.
She turned around and yelled "Yu Mo" with a smile.
Yu Mo slowly turned his head, still frowning, watching her walk a few steps closer, and hugged her waist tightly. He lowered his head, chin against her forehead, and smiled in a low voice: "What do you say, I can't help it..."
Yan Dan only felt that his arm was shaking slightly, and looked up at him: "Yu Mo, I owe you too much. I know I will never pay it again in this life. Now let me pay this time, the rest. Pay it back slowly, okay?"
Yu Mo slowly closed his eyes and sighed: "Ok...just don't be too long. For a hundred years, I will only wait for a hundred years."
Yan Dan stood on tiptoe and gave him a generous kiss on his side: "It doesn't take a hundred years, I will remember to wake up soon."
Yu Mo frowned, touched his cheeks and calmed down: "This is the second time, it won't be useful to use it next time."
Yan Dan chuckled and took two steps back: "Then I'm leaving..." She looked at the calm and waveless lake in front of her. She will wake up here a hundred years later. She lifted the hem of her skirt and slowly stepped into the water. The cool lake water flooded her ankles, rippled away, and suddenly her shoulder sank. She turned her head subconsciously, and a hot kiss fell on her lips.
Yan Dan opened her eyes wide in surprise, she could see Yu Mo's expression, his eyelashes trembled slightly, not calm but not irrational. She raised her hand to hug him, and raised her head softly.
Several times the origin and the extinction, I hope to see how many thousands of years are missing.
These hundred years have passed, and there is still a long, long life, until the sea is no longer and the sacred land is not covered.
By the time Tang Zhou arrived, the Kuanglan mountain boundary had restored its original quiet and peacefulness. A large swath of lotus flowers and all white lotus flowers were gently swaying in the small wind by the microwave-filled lake.
He had never seen so many snow-white lotus flowers, such a large area that seemed to cover the entire lake surface, the petals were glowing faintly golden in the afterglow of the setting sun, and the lotus incense rose and fell, as if returning to the southernmost edge of the sky. . He couldn't see anything at that time, and could only stand by the window for a whole day.
He thought that there was a lotus pond outside the window, and he could always smell the faint scent of Chinese garden flowers.
After a long, long time, he could finally see it, only to realize that there was no lotus pond or a pond of lotus at all there. The faint scent was emitted by the agarwood made by Yan Dan.
He recalled every sentence and every sentence Yan Dan had said to him.
Remember every sentence so clearly.
He was still late.
Yu Mo stood by the lake with his hands on his hands. When he turned his head, he saw him, and smiled faintly: "You are here." His sleeves swayed slightly in the wind: "You came a little earlier, but it's better to be earlier."
There are still a hundred years.
A hundred years later, she will wake up here, and they will meet again.
It is like a dead country woman buried alone in a bluestone ancient tomb, like the memory left by the death of the evil Xuanxiang, like the pair of Luoyue people who embraced life and death, like drifting in the field of life and death, carrying the world The secret palace, even like the burning incense in the quiet empty garden, everything is still going on.
As long as the years go on, there will always be a vigorous meeting, acquaintance, parting, and reunion.
I still remember that when I first met, the bonus was red, and I laughed and cried and parted.
Can be gathered together.
The water wave swelled gently, and a wood carving incense burner was placed in the lake.
The water wave rippled slowly.
Tang Zhou put down the knife in his hand and smiled slightly: "...I have lived too long, a lot of feelings, a lot of things, I have learned to not see it clearly. Yan Dan, do you know that, in fact, I always remember our original When you met, you were still a little girl, so stubborn at such a young age, I thought at that time, this was born or taught by a fairy, and didn't look like a fairy at all. Later... you really are not a fairy. It's..."
With these words, naturally no one will respond.
It's just talking.
Even if it takes a hundred years to talk about the various past, their love, hatred, and parting are endless. Obviously it is the same thing, and every time I talk about it, a lot of details are always suddenly revealed.
Tang Zhou picked up a piece of sandalwood and continued to carve a new agarwood burner. The fine wood chips slipped quietly between his fingers: "I know you like making agarwood. I couldn't see it at that time, so I could only use my fingers to explore the carving. An agarwood burner is given to you. I never thought about why I wanted to make you happy, until, you jumped off the path of the seventh reincarnation..."
After that day, he went to the end of the earth.
Standing at the window where I used to stand for a whole day, I realized that the thoughts of some things are often too far from the truth. Outside the window, there was never a lotus pond before, but he was just thinking about how she was talking about the scene when the lotus bloomed. In the lonely empty courtyard, the only thing with Yan Dan's breath was the agarwood he carved.
In the agarwood furnace, agarwood is like crumbs, but cold ashes.
The piece of sandalwood gradually showed the shape of an agarwood in his hand: "I still remember the seven reincarnations, but I have never met you again. Fortunately, in the last life, I found the ground stop. I found you too."
"The most ridiculous thing in this world is to look for something with my heart, but when I look back, I find that what I'm looking for is actually by my side. When I was Emperor Qingli, I remembered you and waited until I became a mortal. But I still remember you."
He exhausted his mind to search for something, but in the end he got farther and farther away.
"I am no longer the emperor in the heavenly court, but the land here. I have been in the heavenly court for thousands of years, and now I realize that it turns out that being an emperor is not as comfortable as a small land. It's just that how do these upright rules of the heavenly court support you? Come out like this?" Carved out the lotus leaf, Tang Zhou's fingers slipped and almost cut his finger: "So I want to carve an agarwood for you every day. But I am already there after all. I stayed for too long, and I don’t have the kind of meticulous craftsmanship I had previously practiced. At the beginning, I couldn’t do it decently in three months, but fortunately I have a whole hundred years to learn slowly."
"Yan Dan." When do you plan to wake up, in a blink of an eye, a hundred years have passed in such a hurry.
Why do we not know each other longer than the time apart?
It's just that this time I will wait for you.
"Yan Dan."
The newly carved agarwood burner was gently placed in the lake, and the lake water was smudged golden by the setting sun.
"Yan Dan, I thought about it. I won't ask you anything again. It doesn't matter if you can get back to the past, as long as it is like this...Just let me look at you..."
Just let me see you again. I almost forget what you look like.
Tang Zhou straightened up, patted the sawdust on his sleeves, and watched the beautiful sunset on the horizon. He turned his head and saw Yu Mo pacing over, patted his shoulder, smiling at the corner of his mouth: "Brother Tang, who do you think is here?"
As the setting sun goes down, the indigo-colored figure stands under the peach blossom tree, the zhilanyu tree, and the wind blooms.
Liu Weiyang smiled slightly: "I'm lucky this time, I can actually come out of the palace."
Tang Zhou also laughed: "This must be very thrilling..."
They are all so. Even though so many things have happened, I can still meet again after going around.
Yu Mo looked at the budding flowers swaying in the lake in the breeze, and a bright smile gradually condensed in his eyes. For a moment, all the green grass behind him lost their color.
"I'm afraid Brother Liu isn't the only one coming back."
This time I finally waited.
The author has something to say: the main text is over, and there will be a special event later, basically Yu Moyan ran away from the audience, Tang Zhou...The scenes are very few and only a few words.