Hua Xu Yin: City of Desperate Love - Chapter 17

These remarks seemed to be methodical and logically rigorous, but in fact, when I said it later, when I thought about it, I had no idea what I was talking about.

Xiaolan thought for a while and asked me: “So the central idea you want to express is…”

I said: “I don’t want to do this business anymore. Song Ning and Shen An can’t get together in the end. It’s not God’s will. If she wants to, she can actually take a fight. It’s not worth it to die in this dream. .”

In fact, I struggled for a while, because I made this decision to help Song Ning see through, and the heart demon came out of the illusion, I was busy this time, but I continued to think about it, and I feel that the days are still long, and I have a shark bead. I can live for at least three years, three years, more than a thousand days, time is long, maybe there is a better business.

Xiao Lan watched me not speaking for a long time, and reminded: “What are you going to do?”

I had made a decision in my heart and looked up and said: “I am waiting for a battle, a battle of blood and bones.”

He looked at me thoughtfully, I calmly let him watch, and suddenly remembered something that I should have told him: “By the way, I have forgotten to tell you today, look, my clothes, this place , I can’t reach it. Look at it. It’s on the shoulder. There is a hole in the shoulder. You are so versatile, and the female celebrity can do it. Can you sew it?”

He grabbed my clothes and checked for a while, then raised his eyes faintly: “Almighty, I don’t know how to be female, and I can’t sew it.”

“…”

I told Xiaolan that I was waiting for a big fight, not kidding. I have thought of what I should do. The realm of Huaxu is a kind of void, and each note of Huaxu’s tone corresponds to each point of the void. When the Lord of Shark Pearl plays the Huaxu tune in the void of the Huaxu Realm, he can go to any one of these moments, and where he stands is the corresponding point of the last note of the tune played.

The tune can only be played backwards, if you go to the future, you can’t go back to the past. I think about this for a long time. I will finish the last thing, so that I can live with my conscience, but I don’t know whether it is fast forward to one year later or three years later. I asked Xiaolan: “According to your experience, a couple must love to be inseparable and leave many good memories. How much time is generally appropriate for them to complete this task?” The rain stopped, he Putting away the umbrella, he said casually: “For half a year.”

On the second day, we borrowed a yaoqin at the Qin Museum in the town. With the sound of the piano, everything is moving rapidly in the violent fluctuations of time.

The last note fell on the fingertips, the wind gradually softened the clouds, the dead trees grew red leaves, and the large reed flowers beside the Chidu River were swaying with the wind. It was the junction of Jiang Xia and Jiang Xia in the early autumn of the eighteenth year of Li Zhuanggong.

The war has ended, and there is an empty space ahead. We are seeing Jiang Guo’s army pulling out camps and preparing to return to the court. This was exactly the battle in which Shen and Song got married in September seven years ago, and Xia Guoxinhou sent troops to attack Jiang Guo. At that time, Song Ning gave Shen An a turquoise breastplate.

I walked into the reeds alone, took out the human skin mask prepared in my sleeves, took off the silver foil from the bridge of my nose, squatted next to a small puddle, put the mask on the face inch by inch and put it on. Master Jun is the person who has done the best in making human skin masks in Da Chao. I learned this skill from him. But today, looking at Song Ning’s face in the water, I suddenly felt that I was already Blue is blue…

Xiaolan’s voice floated slowly into the reeds: “Miss Jun, I said, are you still alive?”

I removed the reed and raised my hand: “Here.”

He looked at me from head to toe across the reed flower: “What do you want to do when you dress like this?”

I said: “Go to Shen An, there is something that must be done. You are here to wait for me, and when it’s done, I will come to you.”

He looked at me for a long time and said: “Be careful in all things.”

The autumn sun is warm, and the clouds chase the wind. I covered my face with a silk scarf, because I must not let anyone else find Song Ning appearing here. The soldier in front of the barracks went to Shen An with the letter I gave. Song Ning’s handwriting copied in the letter, about Shen An meeting on the high ground full of hollyhock after Chidu River.

He will definitely come.

Hollyhock flowers of various colors are scattered on the high ground, soft and full, and the autumn wind blows, wave after wave. In the past seventeen years, although I have been here in the future, I have heard all kinds of legends about it. The most famous one says that righteous men have been buried here since the previous dynasty. The blood of the righteous men poured out the hollyhocks all over the ground, pulled out their roots and smelled them, and you could smell the decayed bones of the dead. I think I found a good place for Shen An.

There was a faint sound of broken leaves behind him, and the sound of footsteps gradually approached. I turned and looked at him with a smile, this phantom that Song Ning loved so much, a phantom that Song Ning loved so much that he could not let go of it to death. The black cloud boots stepped over the large soft hollyhock flowers, he hugged me tightly, and his voice was low and sounded in his ears, almost sighing: “A Ning, I miss you.” There was a breath of blood on the tip of his nose, more and more Rich, I took out the dagger that plunged into his heart and gently attached it to his ear: “I miss you too.”

The eighteenth year of Li Zhuanggong’s autumn, September 14. Although Jiang Guo won the battle and the army was still in power, the royal capital did not hear the triumphant sound, because the general was assassinated and died. The good will die, and the whole country will be sad.

The general mansion beat and beat, and the funeral suona wailed among the white flags. I mixed with Xiao Lan among the funeral guests. I saw the incense table placed in the high hall, and the glass vase was filled with unknown bouquets.

Under the white candlelight, the ebony coffin in front of the hall cast a desolate shadow on the ground. Song Ning leaned on the side of the coffin, her jet-black eyes staring at the person in the coffin closely. From time to time, guests came forward to comfort her, but she had no response.

Xiaolan asked me: “This is the dream you weave for her?”

I can’t understand: “Do you think this is a dream? This is obviously a nightmare, okay?”

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I will tear the beauty to pieces, let Song Ning see the reality clearly. There is a kind of beauty in this world that can kill people. The first thing most people think of is a woman, but why should a woman embarrass a woman? I’m not talking about a woman, I’m talking about the Huaxu state.

I originally wanted to explain this to Xiaolan, but he quickly changed the subject: “You killed Liu Xianhua by mistake that day, and was depressed for a long time. I really never thought that you could have the courage to commit suicide by yourself.”

I said: “Because I have developed, you have to look at the problem with a developmental perspective.”

After nightfall, the guests dispersed, and there was a lonely moon jackdaw in the sky, and the time to make a decision had come. The huge mourning hall only left them husband and wife, one alive and the other dead, separated by Yin and Yang. Song Ning’s pale face was tightly pressed against the coffin, and his voice was soft, scattered in the night wind passing through the hall, and scattered among the white candlelights: “Finally, there are only two of us.”

Her slender fingers stroked the face of the ebony coffin, like a boudoir whispered: “I wanted to tell you the good news personally when you triumphantly. They want to write letters, but I stopped them. I personally wanted to face it. How happy to see you. You don’t know, how long have I waited for this day, I want to see you, how much I want to see you.”

The bird nesting on the old tree outside the hall suddenly screamed, and the candle in the hall flickered. She covered her eyes with her hand, her voice choked with a calm voice, “Shen An, we have children.” But it was not true. I cried, soft and soft, swinging on the mourning hall, like a gentle love sentence. She told him this sentence, but he couldn’t hear it anymore.

I walked into the mourning hall when she said this, the high white banner was blown up by the night wind, and she suddenly raised her head: “Sinking?”

I walked into the candlelight from behind the white banner and let her see my figure.

Her autumnal eyes reflected my red dress, and the suddenly lit face faded away, her expression dim and empty.

The wind blew across the skirt, and I looked at her: “I’m not Shen An, Song Ning, I’ll take you out of this illusion.”

A dazed expression appeared on her face: “Illusory Realm?” But it was just a moment of loss, and she soon recovered her clarity, “I remember you, among the snowy mountains of Cangluye, I saw you, you are…”

I walked closer to her and smiled: “The first time you saw me, it was not in the snow-capped mountains of Cangluye, Song Ning, all of this is just the fantasy I wove for you.”

Xiaolan didn’t know when to appear beside her, and looked casually at the furnishings of the mourning hall.

I walked closer to her: “In the illusion, your husband died, and you have such a grand funeral. But in fact, in the real world, he lived well, he took you and became a child with another woman. , You made a deal with me with your life, let me weave for you a fantasy world where you love each other with white heads, you see, in this fantasy world that I weave for you, he really fell in love with you. But everything is just your demon In fact, they are all fake.”

When I said this, I saw her pale face a little bit gray, and a look of fear appeared in her eyes. This is not the Song Ning I am familiar with, seven years later. She staggered back and took a glass bottle behind her back. With a snap, the person also slipped, and the broken glass cut his slender fingers.

I said, “Song Ning, don’t you believe me?”

Time is stagnant, I will tell all this together, Shen An’s death made her so sad, she would not want to stay in this hopeless illusion. There is nothing more terrible than the death of a loved one who is deeply loved. After experiencing such pain, the lack of love in reality is nothing. Song Ning’s illness is a heart disease. As long as she can look away and leave this dream, she will be able to He quickly recovered.

She hurriedly picked up the bouquets that were scattered on the ground. I was going to squat down to help her and was held by Xiao Lan. When she picked it up halfway, she stopped suddenly and looked down at the large pale autumn flowers in her hands: “You know, I have always been having a dream, such a terrible dream. Every time I wake up, I tremble with fear. It turns out that this dream I had, all this.” She looked up very slowly, “All of this. it is true.”

Two tears slipped from the corner of her eyes, and she asked me: “The reality that you didn’t tell me, is there still…my child? I have a child, his name is Shen Luo, he died in a typhoid fever? “

I didn’t return to her, she was determined to look at me, and a faint smile was formed in her eyes with fuzzy tears. She said: “I want to stay here.” My heart shook.

She looked down at her fingers, tears falling down her palms. For a long time, she looked away and looked at the spiritual position on the sinking bank: “You said that this is the illusion that you wove for me. They are all fake. The ones I saw in my dreams , Is the truth, but that truth is too hurt. Which one of the truth you said or the illusion that I’m in is more painful? Those truths, I only see them in my dreams, and they shiver and cannot bear it. Not to mention personal experience. If, as you said, there were really seven years, how did I survive? When I think of this, I feel that in this illusion, Shen An and his departure from me are not so unbearable. At least we have good memories, I will give birth to his child, I think, I can still live, yes, I can still live, and he wants me to live. But you let me go back there with you The so-called truth, such an unbearable situation, the sinking shore in that world, even he doesn’t want me to live, what am I still alive for?”

Song Ning’s remarks made me speechless. I only heard the night breeze getting stronger outside the mourning hall and the leaves were rustling.

I want to save her, but I can’t save her.

She held the coffin up, and inserted the bouquet in her hand into another glass bottle. Because her back was facing me, she couldn’t see her expression. I only heard a faint voice: “Listen to the girl, I exchanged my life for this illusion with the girl. In that real world, am I dead? If that is the case, please burn my body. Well, then take my ashes… take it back to Lebanon and give it to my brother.”

I opened my mouth for a while, and uttered a syllable: “Okay.”

Five days later, Xiaolan and I left Song Ning’s Huaxu realm. During this time, we went to the snow-capped mountains in Cangluye again. Only because of the tight schedule last time, Xiaolan still had two terrains that could not be explored. Inadvertently learned that Liu Xianqing had not fallen to death. It is said that when he fell down, he hung on a pine tree on the cliff and was saved by a hunter. In order to repay his life, Liu Qianqian promised each other and married him.

Even willow wilt can have a good home.

I said to Xiaolan: “Actually, I shouldn’t kill Shen An, but I didn’t expect that even so, Song Ning would not leave this illusion. I wanted to save her and killed Shen An, but it hurt her.”

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