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A Qing had many vague and fragmented dreams.
This made A Qing spend a lot of time mending these dreams and reluctantly splicing them together. Even so, A Qing's dug-out memory can't be filled with these fragments of dreams.
Qing sat up from the bed and just lowered her eyes, knowing that she must have sleepwalked again last night.
Because she is wearing a red wedding dress at this time, and this wedding dress is still lying in the cupboard before she goes to bed.
It's a brand-new wedding dress with a long gap in the skirt corner.
But Qing cherishes this dress very much. Because when she was rescued three years ago, she was wearing this red wedding dress. Besides, she had nothing.
There is really nothing, including memory.
In the next three years, A Qing often dreamed of a man with a warm smile.
A Qing has never seen such a gentle smile, as gentle as a bean lamp, smearing her dreams with soft orange light.
Qing sighed.
She doesn't know him, or she doesn't remember him.
But this doesn't affect Ah Qing's liking to have this dream, although whenever that man appears in her dream, she will turn over and get out of bed in her sleep and try to put on her wedding clothes with her eyes closed.
"Did he abandon me on our wedding day three years ago?" Qing is thinking. She hopes that the man of her dreams can tell her the truth one day.
But men in dreams never talk, never.
At first light, the hazy sunshine slowly climbed up along the window bar. Morning in the desert always makes people feel very cold. A Qing shrank his neck and glanced at himself in his glasses: his hair was unkempt and his face was haggard, and even Zhu Shazhi, whose eyebrows were striking, was dim.
"Exorcism, you just drove yourself away." Qing rubbed her unkempt hair.
A Qing has always prided himself on being an excellent soul shepherd.
Of course, no one knows. In fact, A Qing used to be scared to death of ghosts.
"Green girl, get up? Boss Hu said to get on the road early. " A voice sounded outside the door. It might be Zhou Xiao, a colleague in the caravan.
"I see, I'll come as soon as I tidy up." Qing replied.
After seeing off Zhou Xiao, Qing sighed, took off her wedding dress, folded it and put it in her carry-on luggage. A Qing cherishes this wedding dress very much and takes it everywhere.
Packed my luggage, Qing pushed open the door and went out.
The air was mixed with a faint earthy smell, which made A Qing feel strangely familiar. Boss Hu downstairs is urging his servants to pack up. He looked up, it was Ah Qing who had just opened the door, and ordered the store to serve another porridge dish.
Ah Qing yawned and scratched his head, and went downstairs and sat down at a table. As soon as I sat down, I heard a clear voice upstairs, saying, "Boss, are all the dry food I want ready?"
"Well, well, this childe, sit wide and wait for the younger generation to lead you." The bartender said that and ran to the backyard.
"hmm." The man upstairs nodded and casually turned a painted bone fan, just like a rich boy. The man looked over the people downstairs and couldn't help walking around on Ah Qing and Boss Hu.
Qing turned his back on him and never looked back. The man upstairs was amused by Ah Qing's long hair, so he stepped downstairs and quietly sat down opposite Ah Qing.
A Qing recalled her dream last night while drinking porridge, lost in thought for a while, forgot to take out the spoon to her mouth, and just hung her hair all the time.
Are you distracted when eating? The man raised his mouth and smiled faintly: "Is this spoon delicious?"
A Qing was shocked. Her hands were shaking. She suddenly looked up, so she saw the person sitting opposite.
After that day, Qing always thought that it was the first time she met her opposite son, no matter what she thought.
But the son then called her name-
"green? ! "
Dust sky lamp
Wearing a heavy wedding dress, she climbed up the high sand dune and looked at him not far away.
He stood on a small altar, playing her most familiar pastoral music.
She remembered that the man named Shao Li once said that no one in this world could play "Pastoral Soul Song" as softly as his brother-because it was used to drive away ghosts. There are too many murders in the world. What a soul shepherd can do is to guide ghosts to their afterlife when walking at night.
The moon rises slowly. She looked at the sky. There are no clouds in the sky.
At the end of the song, he slowly put down his flute.
It was an ordinary Yu Di who followed him for many years. He thought, I'm afraid that only this flute and that girl who is extremely afraid of ghosts have taken root in his heart.
Thinking of her at that moment, he smiled lightly, his eyes flowed gently, and a plain white robe was printed into the night, like a falling fairy. Only when I raised my eyes again, the smile disappeared. The white shepherd inserted Yu Di back into his waist and walked calmly to the altar.
On July 15, the ghost walks at night. At this time of the year, priests will set up an altar in the desert and light the sky lanterns on the altar at midnight to guide the dead souls.
Not everyone can light this lamp.
For those who never light a lamp must be holy and cannot get married all their lives.
She was struck by lightning when she learned that he took the initiative to hold the Lantern Festival after the death of the old shepherd.
The night wind blew on my face, mixed with some fishy smell.
Her face was pale and her thin body stood stubbornly in the wind, watching him go to the altar in disbelief, slowly raising her hand and reaching for the cold sky lamp in front of her.
The lamp has no wick.
She thought, maybe only a heartless person can light the heartless lamp.
"Do you really have no heart?" She murmured, "Or … you never loved me?"
The young shepherd master held up the lantern, as if he were in a trance for a moment. After a long time, he put the sky lantern aside, picked up the spare dagger on the table, cut his finger very quickly, and blood gushed out instantly.
He lowered his eyes and slowly extended his bleeding finger to the sky lamp, just about to immerse himself in the cold lamp oil. Suddenly, there was a charming drink from a distance-
"A thousand words!"
"pa!" He turned suddenly and knocked over the lantern.
The moment he turned around, the surprise in his eyes was beyond words-this girl, who has been extremely afraid of ghosts, came running through the heavy ghosts crying with a heavy skirt.
She is not wearing her favorite blue dress, but she is wearing a bright red wedding dress from somewhere. In the dark, the color of clothes is no longer bright, and even becomes dull, like a drop of deep red blood.
The soul shepherd was startled, and Su Bai's figure jumped down from the altar, as if the flowers sent by the wind were falling before her eyes. He put his arm around her. Master said that her eight-character personality is extremely light, and her innate yin is heavy, which is easy to provoke evil spirits. It happened that she appeared on the altar with the highest shade, which made him even more frightened.
"What are you doing!" She was very angry.
He didn't look at her, or he dared not look at her. His arms tightened, and he just pressed her to his chest.
"You bastard!" Swearing and trembling, she tried to push him away, but in vain.
"You bastard!" The man in his arms is hysterical, but he is always silent. Suddenly, he felt a sharp pain in his shoulder and unconsciously let go of his arm, so she pushed him away.
He smiled bitterly, and the blood oozing from his shoulders was a little dizzy with the white robe, and the smell of blood teased the ghosts lurking in the dark night. But he just smiled bitterly.
He wants to say, you are so stubborn.
But he couldn't say it.
"Ha ha ha ha-"she suddenly smiled. Her mouth was full of blood and she smiled ghostly.
He moved his voice, but he still didn't speak.
Suddenly, she closed her smile, opened her eyes wide and asked cautiously, "Yan Qian, you have your reasons, don't you?"
His whole body froze. He gave her a deep look, without nodding or shaking his head.
She felt her heart falling a little, and suddenly she was afraid. She doesn't know what to do to stop it from falling into the bottomless pit. She began to worry that the heavy wedding dress seemed to be on her. Suddenly, she seemed to remember something and took a step back: "Look, do I look good today?" She grinned at the skirt, but tears suddenly fell down.
He doesn't talk.
She's a little overwhelmed. She thought he must think he looked like a fool.
"A thousand words, you promised to protect me forever, don't you remember?" Her eyes are full of hope.
His eyes are deep, and his hands hidden in his wide sleeves are tightly clenched. For a moment, he wanted to stretch out his hand to wipe away tears for her, as well as the dazzling blood on her mouth.
But he didn't move.
He just closed his eyes and opened them again after a while. The sad love suddenly turned into a thin light, and he couldn't see clearly.
Suddenly she seemed to know everything, but she smiled: "Ha ... OK, OK ..." She said with a smile, but her eyes were empty. "You go." She waved her hand, as if she were very tired, and even her voice was much lower.
Hearing this, he smiled silently and turned around. Smile is clear and faint, just like other disciples have seen in the past, but he doesn't have the warmth she has.
"Wait!"
He paused.
"Before you light the lamp, answer my last question." She looked at his back, black and white.
"Do you admit that you love me?"
For a long time, he turned around and looked at her deeply behind him. He didn't nod or shake his head, and the silent figure solidified in the yellow sand all over the sky.
two
At the moment when the sun jumped completely from the other side of the sand dune, the sun shone into the gate of the inn, and everywhere it went, a thin glimmer popped up.
"Do you know me?" A Qing looked at the young childe, but could not smell any deja vu.
The man was full of doubts, and suddenly he saw Ah Qing clutching the table with his left hand. Her fingers are slender, and some joints are raised because of excessive force, which makes them more slender.
I can see that she is very excited and even a little nervous.
"I ..." A moment later, the young childe raised his eyes, but deepened his smile. "I don't know."
A Qing's eyes were dark, but he was still suspicious: "Then how do you know my name?"
"Well, the girl and pear flower pavilion boss Hua Dan qingqing. At first glance, it is still an old friend. " Childe smiled, "pa" off the folding fan in his hand, and the golden paint sector could not cover up his eyeful of cynicism.
His eyes swept back and forth on him several times, suddenly stood up, patted the boss Hu aside and said, "Let's go, it's getting late."
Boss Hu has been waiting for her words. O green haven't say that finish, he turned and ordered his entourage to prepare for the road.
Young childe always smiles and his eyes are unpredictable.
Ah Qing left the baggage behind him gently, but no longer looked at the son, jumping out of the door as lightly as a puff of smoke.
The young childe shook his folding fan, and the smile hanging on the corner of his mouth has gradually changed its taste.
He was stunned, and his elegant side face seemed to be embedded in the morning light. During the palpitation, a cool breeze mixed with fragrance came again.
"hey." A Qing's ringing voice rang above his head.
He looked up and saw Qing's face.
Ah Ching leaned slightly, which made him discover the striking Zhu Shazhi between Ah Ching's eyebrows.
Eyebrow cinnabar? He was at a loss and confused, but forced himself to suppress his incomprehension.
A Qing ignored his gaze, but put a sly face close to his right ear and whispered, "I guess you actually know me, but for some reason, you have to pretend not to know me?"
"You really will ..." The young boy's look changed rapidly, but he suddenly laughed. "The girl is really interesting, haha." He bowed his face with a smile, and his eyes rested on A Qing's flute hanging around his waist.
Suddenly he couldn't laugh.
That's a very ordinary Yu Di. It seems to have been used for many years.
The hand holding the fan bone shook slightly, and the young man couldn't help but feel the piccolo, but suddenly he fanned it and squinted at her: "The way girls make friends is very special."
Qing straightened up slowly, and the breeze brushed her Gherardini face.
"all right." She pursed her lips and was about to leave when she suddenly turned around.
"What's your name?" She asked.
"Shao Li." He replied.
"Oh." O green a face clear, no longer stay, out of the door.
Shao Li looked at her back and narrowed his eyes at the morning light.
Someone once asked Qing why she wanted to be an exorcist since she was so afraid of ghosts.
A Qing scratched his head and said that the only music she can play in this life is used to exorcise ghosts. This is probably fate.
A Qing didn't understand any musical instruments at first, but she didn't expect that the man in her dream often played the same flute for her. A Qing was puzzled, and his interest suddenly came. She invited a master musician to teach her to play the flute, but she hummed a tune and the master suddenly changed his face.
"Girl, this song is played by a soul shepherd. Do you still want to learn? "
"learn!" Thinking of the man's eyes in the dream, A Qing answered firmly.
Later, A Qing played a tune of "The Soul of the Pastoral".
Later, Qing found that there seemed to be some unspeakable smell on her body, which made the ghosts afraid to approach.
Later, A Qing naturally became a soul shepherd.
Soul shepherd has always been a hard job, because most of them have to walk at night.
For example, at this time, boss Hu was in a hurry to deliver the goods, but he planned to travel overnight.
A Qing was so sleepy that she dozed off on her hunchback. Her drooping head swayed from side to side with the ups and downs of her hunchback, sour and messy. Unconsciously, she raised her head to relieve her neck, but she leaned back top-heavy, and then it was dark. She saw a blue figure rolling down from the hunchback on her back.
"Poof-"Qing spit out the sand in her mouth and was completely awake.
"It's a pity that it fell." While patting the sand left on her skirt, she got up with some blush.
A Qing was puzzled that no one in the caravan paid attention to her. Fortunately, the moonlight was surprisingly bright, and the camel team did not disappear into the night.
Qing couldn't help looking up at the night sky. There are no clouds in the sky.
"Shit!" Seeing this scene, Ah Qing "thumped" and rushed towards the first camel. After pulling the camel at the front of the line, the other camels stopped and fell silent after a moment of jingling camel bells.
"You ..." The voice came to an abrupt end, and Ah Qing took a deep breath in a gasp-except for her, everyone in the team looked dull and seemed to be clinging to something.
"Ghost!" A Qing's back was cold, and she subconsciously pulled out the Yu Di on her lower back.
The moonlight gradually dimmed, and a very light green air slowly filled the desert. It's getting colder and colder everywhere, as if something invisible woke up from hibernation.
Holding Yu Di's hand is full of thin sweat. To tell you the truth, A Qing is afraid of the exhaustion from the bottom of her heart. That kind of fear is mixed with out-and-out disgust, as if it were brought out from the womb.
A Qing moved his throat and felt a little dry.
"Afraid of what! Those' things' are actually more afraid of you! " Ah Qing tried to cheer herself up, although she didn't know what would make the ghosts never come near again.
However, by the time of afternoon tea, even the moonlight seems to exude a sad blue color.
Ah Qing suppressed her fears, raised Yu Di to her lips, and luck played.
Xiaoqu whimpered and wandered, as if not exorcising ghosts, but telling the past like a cloud, mixed with faint sadness, scattered in the sand.
A Qing has something on his mind. In the past, the flute music she played never had any emotion, but was a routine. At this time, she almost thought that this flute was just telling its past through her mouth.
Gradually, the original strong green gas seemed to be contained by something, and slowly faded away, but I don't know why, no matter how Ah Qing played, the rest of the need never dispersed, and Yu Di in his hand was inexplicably geothermal. After playing for a long time, A Qing gradually felt chest tightness and shortness of breath, and her mind began to get confused. The whole portrait is in an indescribable trance. When absent-minded, the flute keeps ringing, but people walk forward unconsciously, as if chasing the endless blue.
The night wind rolled up her skirt, and the moonlight was hidden behind the blue-gray color. Qing blew and walked, not realizing how far she had to go. Finally, after crossing a low sand dune, he stopped.
She seems to be a wooden carving nailed to the ground, and her back still stands in fury.
Finally, she saw him in her dream through a shallow and diffuse blue.
Ink hair, white clothes, smiling and speechless.
Walking in front of dust at night
Under the treetops, Shao Li folded a bone fan, turned around, and entered the side garden.
That is the yard where she lives.
After drinking a little wine, Shao Li was a little drunk.
It's late at night, and a bean lamp is still on in her room. Through the slightly open window, Shao Li looked into her room, only to find that she was lying on the table as if she had fallen asleep.
Shao Li looked at her, some trance.
He remembered his brother's teasing before he left. The younger brother said that you don't really like the little girl rescued by Master, do you?
"Don't talk nonsense, A Qing girl has a thousand words." In everyone's laughter, Shao Li casually shook his paper fan, like a dude who didn't worry about his feelings.
"But a thousand words point to the sky lantern, and I really don't understand why." Everyone was embarrassed, and Shao Lizheng waved a folding fan with a faint expression.
After standing for a long time, Shao Li thought about it and quietly walked into the house.
The candles on the table are about to burn out. He unbuttoned his tunic and gently covered Ah Qing. She has been ill for more than half a month since a thousand words lit the sky lantern, and her face is still pale.
Shao Li sighed and closed the door and left.
I don't know how long it took, but the last piece of cotton core burned out and the room fell into darkness.
The man lying on the table slowly straightened up: "Thank you, Shao Li." She whispered, but didn't tell him after all. Then, she cut some messy hair, took out the luggage that had already been sorted in the cupboard and went out.
When she walked out of the yard, she looked back for the last time and looked at the hut where she had lived for a long time.
The flying sand is lifted by the wind and falls again.
She remembered the meeting at the foot of the mountain, the clouds were light and the wind was light, and he was smiling in white. Now it's only ten miles away from the night wind. After a long walk, everything disappears in the vast darkness.
Walking for miles, the wind blows the sand. She tightened her neckline several times, but she still couldn't resist the biting cold.
This is the second time that she walks alone at night. The first time, she almost died. Fortunately, she was saved by an old shepherd passing by. Later, she followed the old soul shepherd to the desert, and then ...
She smiled silently and then met a thousand words.
In the moonlight, the woman in Tsing Yi looked up, stretched out her hand and casually grabbed her long hair, which was blown a little messy, and suddenly caught a glimpse of the altar dozens of steps away.
After all the ritual vessels used in the daily lamp are dismantled, there is only a small stone platform left in the altar at this time, which looks strange in a long yellow sand.
When the wind blows through the sand, she even has an illusion. On the cold stone platform, there is a man in white, playing a flute in the breeze and smiling shallowly.
By some strange coincidence, she walked to the altar.
Suddenly there was a strong wind, and it was chilly. She shivered and had to take the baggage off her back, take out the only dress on her body-the red wedding dress, and put it on.
She sat on the stone stage and looked at her new wedding dress with self-deprecation.
"Actually, I wanted to dance for you that night." At some point, she seemed to be able to see the white soul shepherd with a twist of her head. "How about I show you now?" Said, "she really tilting face, toward the vanity asked.
Her eyes were full of expectation, and a moment later, she danced happily as if she had been allowed.
"The fallen petal dances, the geese go ..." She sings and dances, oblivious to it, and even occasionally out of tune, like a crazy dancer.
The green air is criss-crossing and dense, and there seems to be countless hands brushing her red skirt in the dark night. She seems to have lost her mind and danced wildly, but her whole body is getting colder and colder.
This feeling is familiar to her.
Many years ago, when she almost died, she experienced the same chill and was desperate.
Later, the old shepherd who saved her said that it was actually thousands of evil spirits in Qian Qian vying for her Yang.
The moonlight is deep blue, and the world seems to be imprisoned by green.
She began to feel sluggish and had to breathe heavily. She spat at the invisible evil spirit in the void and said, "You guys who don't appreciate it don't want me to finish dancing?" After all, although her steps are faltering, she is more stubborn and determined to end the dance.
The pace of gyration is no longer light. She feels that something is being pulled out of her body little by little, but she is like a butterfly emerging from its cocoon.
Will this fly? She smiled, and then it got dark and fell backwards.
In a trance, she felt that she was being hugged by a cold but very familiar one.
She was not surprised, even a little sorry.
"A thousand words, why are you here? I finished dancing. " She opened her eyes and saw a face that looked extremely scared.
A thousand words did not answer, his eyes seemed to growl silently, his chin trembled with panic, and his simple white robe seemed to be stained with despair.
Looking at his trembling lower lip, she smiled and said, "You must think I'm bored. You know you are stupid, but you always ... cough, always ask you questions, and blame you for not answering me. "
Her lips are purple, but they still rise.
A thousand words shook his head, and his heart ached.
"It's no wonder ... it's no wonder ..." Her voice trailed off and he had to put his ear close to her lips. "No wonder you'd rather ..."
He will never hear the next words again.
A hot thing fell into her neck, but she didn't move. For a long time, Yan Qian slowly straightened up, and the people in his arms had lost consciousness.
Ghosts are not confined, jumping and dancing wildly in the whistling wind, but they are very afraid of the white shepherd.
He pulled out the waist Yu Di, gently in her arms. At least Yu Di with his breath can protect her for a while. He no longer plays the flute to exorcise ghosts as before, and he knows that the only yang left in her body can't last a song.
The white shepherd gently put down her body, leaned down and kissed her side face, then got up and walked to a thick blue ash.
Yuehua is annihilated, and the wind and sand are flying. The young soul shepherd looked back for the last time and looked at her in a coma not far away. She suddenly smiled and was gentle all her life.
three
"pa!" With a crunchy sound, Yu Di broke.
A Qing was dumbfounded.
She stared, and there was no figure in white except a bare stone stage.
"You ... you you ..." A familiar voice came from the side. A Qing turned around in surprise and saw a face of nervous Shao Li.
"It's a good thing this flute is broken, otherwise you would really die here today!" His face didn't spread out in panic, and he didn't look like Wan's first sight. "Fortunately, I followed you all the way, you ..."
He didn't finish because he saw blue eyes.
"Shao Li." Tsing Yi woman looked at him stupefied for a long time and said, "Why do you pretend you don't know me?"
"Do you ... remember?" Shao Li got a fright.
Green turned around and looked at the ground broken Yu Di. She remembers that just now, she saw the woman wearing a wedding dress on the altar, like a rotating dead leaf, falling in the arms of her lover. It was just a crash, and everything disappeared like a dream.
Memory is like a huge wave set off by a tsunami, which seems to engulf her.
"I think," said Shao Li, "you'd better forget everything."
Qing stayed for a while.
"If I guess correctly, you must have seen what happened here when you first played the flute three years ago." Shao Li mo frowned. "or ... what you see is not an illusion, but your inner memory."
Ah Qing is puzzled.
"You didn't forget, you just don't want to remember." Shao Li whispered. He can't figure out how much grief and overwhelming blow a person has to experience before he can forget the past.
A Qing's eyes hesitated: "Then why do I see my memory?"
"This flute has been with my brother for so long, it must be spiritual." Shao Li glanced at the broken jade on the ground and continued: "I guess Yu Di was separated from its owner here three years ago, and now it has been put here again. Of course, with your shallow skill, it can't beat its strong * * * sound, and it will naturally break. "
"The only thing I can't figure out is," Shao Li took a deep look at Ah Qing. "You are so easy to provoke evil spirits. Why don't you dare let ghosts near you now?"
Qing didn't speak. She used to want to know the answer, but now she doesn't care at all. She just kept silent, her eyes mixed with hope and fear. For a long time, she seemed to summon up great courage and suddenly looked up: "A thousand words about him ... he ..."
"I don't know." Shao Li interrupted her.
The blue figure waved, more lonely and desolate.
"In fact, I have no idea what happened after you left three years ago. When I and others found this place, you had already left, and there was only a white robe covered with blood on the altar. " Shao Li say that finish, turned away, no longer looking at green.
Shao Li pursed his mouth with mixed feelings. For a long time, there was only a rustling wind in my ear, and the girl behind me was as silent as disappearing out of thin air. Shao Li couldn't help but turn to look at her.
Moonlight is like washing, and fine sand flows.
He looked at her and she looked at the altar.
Her facial expression is hidden behind the roaring moss, and her silhouette is still, without joy or sadness.
Shao Li and she were so silent.
He won't forget that he has a crush on the woman who loves to wear Tsing Yi. She has no fascinating beauty, but she is full of pleasant agility. When she stands in the breeze, the dancing green yarn will draw an exciting curve. When she laughs, it's like a hot breeze at noon.
But when the woman turned around again, Shao Li deeply realized that the woman in his memory was still stuck in the past, and the man in front of him was just a desperate shell.
"A Qing ..." Small li could not help but let out a cry in a low voice.
"In fact, he is dead, isn't he?" She said.
Without Li Zheng, he shook his head. He was afraid of her desperate silence, and he would rather she cried loudly.
"Are you giving me so-called hope?" There is no expression on her face, but it is deeper than any sadness.
He turned his head and said simply, "Do you know why he would rather light a lamp than marry you?"
Tsing Yi woman unconsciously shivered.
"Because, he is a thousand-year-old ghost."
A Qing was dumbfounded and speechless for a long time.
"This is why ordinary ghosts are extremely afraid of thousands of words, and why he is the only one who can play the savage pastoral Song Like Chun Xue." Shao Li smiled wryly. "Although he has self-cultivation, you are too light after all. If you really become husband and wife, it will do you a lot of harm and nothing good. "
Ah Qing opened her eyes wide, tears rolled, but refused to fall down.
"I think that brother was scared out of his mind to save you that night?"
O green body waved the, she stretched out his hand to grasp to vanity, seems to want to hold something. Shao Li slightly surprised, hurriedly flicker to catch her.
1 of "wow", the person in front finally cried, crying without disguise, crying heartbreakingly.
Shao Li sighed: "I'm not giving you so-called hope." Because he is a thousand-year-old ghost, even if his soul is gone, as long as his essence does not dissipate, he just sleeps in the three realms and will wake up one day. "
Shao Li doesn't know if this is comfort, and he's not sure if Yan Qian can really come back. He also wondered if one day, he could still see the girl in Tsing Yi following Yan Qian like a tail, and she couldn't get rid of it.
He's not jealous, he just misses it.
I don't know how long it took. The woman in Tsing Yi seems to be tired of crying. She raised her head and looked over Shao Li's shoulder from a distance.
The sky is already shining slightly, and another night has passed.
Staring at the faint lights, she finally said slowly, "I see."
Shao Li was at a loss.
I see. But in four words, she said nothing.
It was not until many years later that he realized that at that moment, her weight was as light as a feather, but it was only her life.
Yes, it's just an unknown reunion.
The finale of Dust of the Past
Yun Zheyue is hidden, and heaven and earth are mysterious.
The white shepherd opened his arms, and the wind filled his white robe, like a white lotus floating in the moonlight.
He read the curse of the soul crazily in his mouth, and a moment later, he felt blood pouring out of every inch of skin, mixed with the essence he had dissipated, and instantly turned into a blood fog.
The evil spirits around were scattered in panic, and the souls that did not escape were stained with the essence of the shepherd and immediately turned to black ash.
At the moment when blood and essence were mixed, he seemed to hear the sound of the wind passing through his body, but he suddenly thought it was her gentle call. Can't help it, he looked back at her again, with a smile like a lifetime ago.
After the young soul shepherd turned into thousands of blood rain, everything seemed to be silent.
When the grass was cleared, the moonlight was a little brighter. There was a sudden gust of wind blowing underground, whistling and rolling up a few scattered drops of blood rain in the air and flying away. A drop of blood danced with the shepherd's spirit in the wind, and inadvertently landed on the sleeping woman's brow, as red as cinnabar.