Where did she go?
This question stopped Ziyi at once.
How to tell her that her aunt is right in front of her.
Can't say.
Ten years ago, I decided to let go of this world, but the people who love and hate in the world have not been willing to step into the mortal world for ten years, and they are not willing to do so now.
Should I say that her aunt is ruthless?
Ziyi knew that he was not ruthless, but let go.
"Little princess, when you grow up, you will know where your aunt went."
Ziyi rubbed her head and helped her up.
Then he pointed out the door, smiled softly, and said, "Go and call your father in, the landlord is willing to see him." ” Xiao Suiyuan wanted to ask her where her aunt went, but when she said that she was willing to let her father in, she was overjoyed: "Thank you, aunt." ” The girl jumped out of the door, and a red figure was like a fire in the frost and snow, burning people's hearts.
Ziyi watched her walk through the courtyard and out the door before taking her eyes back. looked at the people in the gauze tent, and after a few hesitations, he dared to ask in a low voice: "Miss, do you really not let her know?"
” She couldn't bear it, mother and daughter saw each other, but she didn't know that her aunt was in front of her, and asked her again and again where her aunt went.
It hurts to think about it.
The cold wind moved the tent slightly, and the people inside muttered: "What if you know?"
” Her gaze fell on the place where the girl had disappeared, and her voice became even more ethereal: "I see, she's very good like this." ” Helian Zheng didn't deceive her, and spoiled that girl into a delicate child.
With her aunt, is it useful to be harmonious?
"How is she, how is the young lady?"
Ziyi pinched her heart, after so many years, she never dared to ask more, for fear of touching the sore spot in her heart.
She accompanied her through those dark days, knowing that it was not easy to be happy.
Those who have lost the light live in darkness, and do not speak a word all day long, secretly dissipating the heart-rending pain.
How hard it took for her to convince her to survive, Ziyi remembered it clearly.
It's just that people have survived, and their hearts have died, and they never want to mention this earthly thing again, and they bow down in front of the Buddha all day long on this spiritual mountain.
After reciting the Buddha for many years and eating vegetarian food for many years, I suddenly had the light of the Buddha on my body.
I have cultivated the art of painting bones, but I have never painted the person in my heart.
Asking Lingshan about the changes in clouds and mist over the years, it is still the same as it was back then, Chongmenhuan has married a girl at the beginning of that year, and has become a transcendent painter.
She is no longer called Chongmenhuan, nor is she called Qin Xuanji.
Everyone in the world knows that she has another name.
Painting bones, plum is like wine.
But no one knows what the name really means.
Mei Ru wine, Mei Ru Jiu, the plum blossoms are dark and fragrant every year, the years are the same, she left all the lonely thoughts in the second half of her life to a person named Mei Thirteen. returned his many years of mentor-apprentice friendship, and returned his two lives to her.
She is still alive, but because Mei Zhi cannot die, his soul is still on the Wenling Mountain, and he is with her and the clouds and mist every day.
As she had done many years ago, she went up the mountain and knocked on his door and bowed down to him.
Tea to ask the master, the master and apprentice hidden in the clouds, he taught her the art of Qiankun, she Hongmeng first opened, learn his talents, learn his style.
Mei is the only one, and she is the only one.
Guarding the declining vein.
She stayed on the mountain of Wenling, and someone came every year to talk to her about the delusions in her heart, she had painted countless flesh and bones, but she always said that she could only paint the skin and not the bones, just like those who have obsessions, but they are delusional, and few people are willing to pay the price to draw a complete person in their hearts.
I don't always meet pure lovers.
"You've been with me for so many years, and you still ask me such questions."
The woman laughed softly, and the silence was as cold as a frost flower falling.
Ziyi understood in an instant that she now doesn't care about good or bad, love or hate, and she has been a widow all her life.
The sound of footsteps outside the door sounded, the person who came walked very slowly, the footsteps were very soft, kneeling in the ice and snow for a long time, and as soon as he stepped into this house, he brought a coldness.
Ziyi came back to his senses, bowed back to the corner, and hid himself into the darkness, silently.
The person in the account looked at the person who came gently, and there was a bit of forbearance in his eyes, and it spread out in an instant.
The man's posture is still upright, and the years have carved some traces on his face, and he has changed from the unruly and fierce King Helian to the iron-blooded king who occupies the throne.
The wolf nature has been smoothed out by the years, calm and introverted, noble Yonghua.
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The howling cold wind carried snowflakes in, and when the man raised his eyes to look at the white gauze tent, he shook his mind slightly, and his steps were a little vain.
I don't know why, such a man who was once iron-clad made some of the women in the account unbearable to look at it.
I'm afraid that one more glance will make my heart unbearable.
Helian Zheng knelt down on the futon, as if he had just fulfilled his wish, but the difference was that he was silent all around, without the curiosity of a girl.
He only looked at the gauze tent with faint eyes, and anything that surprised him fell silent.
There are thousands of colors in this world, and he can no longer set off any waves in his eyes, the world is full of people, he is lonely, no matter how lonely.
The green smoke curled Nana around the gauze tent, and the woman opened her mouth softly and slowly: "Who is King Helian asking for?"
” The people who come here to paint the bone building, what they ask for, are all people in their hearts.
She has heard countless stories, either joys and sorrows or regrets and long crying, all beings are nothing more than love, hatred and hatred.
What is his love and hatred?
"I heard that people who paint bones can enter people's hearts, explore the obsession in people's hearts, and draw people who are obsessed."
The man's voice was low, and later, he was slightly hoarse: "Then do you know the person he is sad and happy in his heart?"
” The smile on the woman's lips was faintly confused: "There are many fools in the world, and Helian Wang Mo also believes it?"
” It's all because the world is too loving, how can she be deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, but it is just a false rumor, there are more fools, and there are more people who believe in it.
His eyes condensed in the lingering fragrance, and he looked at the person behind the curtain fixedly.
He stubbornly said in a deep voice: "I don't believe in the words of the world, but I believe in you." ” "You must know for whom I am grieving and rejoicing."
The man's eyes were deep and obscure, and he looked at the person behind the gauze tent fixedly, so stubborn that he was almost obsessed, as if a fire was lit on the silent water.
This fire will eventually become inextinguishable.
The woman's plain white hand picked up the wine glass, put it to her lips and sipped it lightly, and raised the gauze tent with a low and cool smile: "King Helian said that he laughed, how did I know!"
” She didn't even bother to explore her own heart, let alone the heart of the world. is the heart of Helian Zheng who knew Helian Zheng many years ago, and now, the personnel is no longer the same, and what she knows is no longer counted.
The candle flame was shining, and the man's grim silhouette floated in the firelight, inch by inch, revealing paleness.
Idiot and persistent words: "After many years of wind and frost, things in the world have changed a lot, but how can you not know that my heart has never changed a bit." ”