Nie Xiaoqian held Ye Mo's hand and walked towards the small door with a smile: "Let's go, I will take you to see Miss Xiaozi now."
"etc" Ye Mo broke away from Nie Xiaoqian's grasp and looked at her cautiously: "Nie Xiaoqian, don't misunderstand me.
I actually don't know you at all."
"What" Nie Xiaoqian felt as if she was struck by lightning, her body trembled violently, she looked at Ye Mo with a pale face, her eyes were filled with tears, her face was desolate and beautiful, she asked with a trembling voice: "What did you just say?"
"I" Ye Mo was so confused when she saw her.
The way she looked at this moment was very similar to the way Xuanxuan met him for the first time.
She was so helpless, so desolate, and so heartbroken.
It seems that I have no love left in my life, and I seem to be riddled with hatred and resentment, just waiting for the evil ghost to come and lock my soul.
He was so overwhelmed by her that he didn't know how to speak.
The negative words he originally said were stuck in his throat and he could no longer say them out. but He is him, Ning Caichen is Ning Caichen, Nie Xiaoqian is Nie Xiaoqian His name is Ye Mo, if not Ning Caichen, he won’t be Ning Caichen Even if Nie Xiaoqian is real, even if there is a real love story.
She doesn't love Ye Mo, she loves Ning Caichen Ning Caichen Thinking of this, Ye Mo's originally loose eyes regained focus.
He looked at the beautiful woman with blurred eyes in front of him and felt his throat was dry.
But what should be said was that he didn't want to get entangled in this kind of love between a human and a ghost. in the triangle story I don’t even want to get involved in this kind of tragic love for three generations.
He took one step back and another, until he was seven or eight meters away from Nie Xiaoqian, and then he spoke: "I don't know you.
My name is Ye Mo, not Ning Caichen."
"Ye Mo Ye Mo" Nie Xiaoqian was stunned.
After muttering a few words, tears burst out of her eyes, and the wet marks on her face that had gradually faded due to joy became deeper again.
Her hair was flying and her clothes were fluttering, as if she was about to ride away in the wind.
Her face was full of sadness and despair.
When she stared at Ye Mo blankly, her eyes could not hide the confusion: "Ning Caichen, Ye Mo, hehe" She laughed and cried as she talked.
After laughing, she slumped down to the ground.
Her whole body seemed to have lost the spirit of the spirit in an instant, as if a fairy had been knocked down from the mortal world and became an ordinary woman.
She glanced at Ye Mo, covered her face with her sleeves and wiped her tears.
Unexpectedly, the more tears she wiped, the more tears she wiped away.
She couldn't wipe them all away.
After a while, she took a deep breath and looked up at Ye Mo for a long time, as if she had traveled through time and space and reincarnation, trying to carve Ye Mo's shadow into her soul.
Ye Mo's body trembled when she saw him, his lips moved, and he wanted to comfort her, but in the end he didn't say anything.
"Ning Caichen, you are really cruel."
Nie Xiaoqian stood up staggeringly.
She took two steps and stumbled as if she was about to fall down at any time.
Moreover, she really fell down in the next second, and fell to the floor.
She fell into the pavilion, and there were constant banging sounds in the temple.
Ye Mo's heart also trembled several times in succession.
This Nie Xiaoqian's expressions, movements, eyes, and face are not pretended, they all come out naturally.
She was really heartbroken, really sad to the point of death, and really seemed to have no life left to love.
The sense of desolation and solitude revealed in her soul kept overflowing in the pavilion.
The swaying basil seemed to be infected, and made a whining sound in the breeze, as if for her.
She cried for her misfortune, her sorrow, and her loneliness.
Ye Mo's body was shaking more and more violently.
He had to admit that he was also infected by her and moved by her.
He walked over quickly, walked to Nie Xiaoqian's side, stretched out his hand to help her up: "Nie Xiaoqian, you" When the words came to his lips, the words of comfort seemed to be exhausted.
He found that he could not find any words to comfort this woman at this moment.
"Ning Caichen" Nie Xiaoqian glanced at Ye Mo with tearful eyes, staggered two steps, and walked to the guqin.
She sat down again and slowly played the piano.
Amidst the melodious sound of the piano, the whine of the basil, and the breeze blowing, for a while, she suddenly opened her red lips and began to sing.
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"Looking back in this life, I will have fun with you.
I will go to the ninth heaven and dance with you all my life."
"However, reincarnation is unpredictable.
It is sad to say farewell when we grow old.
When you go, you want to follow.
You sing, let me wait for the next life."
"Wait, wait, wait, wait for a few reincarnations, wait for a few afterlife, wait for a word from you that I don't recognize" "You still remember the mark next to the Sansheng Stone, you still remember the kiss goodbye when the flowers fell, and you still remember Xiaoqian who has been waiting for thousands of years."
"Just for your promise, just for your future life, just for eternity with you, just for Xiaoqian who has waited round after round." "" Her singing voice was gentle and crisp, like a lark singing, and it was so beautiful.
But at this moment, the singing voice was covered with a thick layer of sadness, making it sound like a cuckoo crying for blood or an old ape wailing.
An indescribable sadness surrounded the pavilions, flew around the pole, flew across the pond, flew out of the small door, flew into the temple, flew to the top of the temple, flew out of the mountains, flew to high altitude, and flew to the ninth level of the sky. , flew to the end of reincarnation She seemed to want to wake up the sleeping soul with her blood-crying song.
Ye Mo was silent.
He stood beside her like a statue, silent the whole time.
However, at the end of the song, his body would tremble from time to time.
Was he moved by Nie Xiaoqian's infatuation or sentimental about the so-called reincarnation?
Nie Xiaoqian played one song after another and sang one song after another.
There is endless lingering, infatuated and resentful feelings in the song.
In the halo of candles, one of them sat playing and the other stood listening.
I don't know how long it took, but suddenly they heard a bang.
Ye Mo looked sideways.
But the strings were broken Nie Xiaoqian's hand was also scratched by the broken string.
A drop of blood dripped from her finger and landed on the guqin with a ticking sound.
The sound of Xue Zhu was dull, just like the desolate piano sound played by Nie Xiaoqian just now.
She looked at the guqin and stopped singing.
She looked at the guqin with dull eyes for a long time before slowly standing up.
She stood in front of Ye Mo and looked at him with red eyes: "Ning Caichen, do you really not remember me?"
Ye Mo's heart trembled when she saw him.
He couldn't bear it, but he had to tell the truth clearly: "I am not Ning Caichen."
"Who are you" "Why are you so sure I am?"
Ye Mo couldn't help it anymore and said: "I know that people have reincarnations, but I really can't remember my past life, let alone what happened several reincarnations ago."
"What" Nie Xiaoqian's tearful eyes were still blurry: "You said you even forgot about your previous life, but you only remember this life
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