Hua Xu Yin: City of Desperate Love

This seems to have a reason, the logic is strict. In fact, it is true that I think about it, I don't know what I am talking about.

Xiao Lan thinks halfway, ask me: "So you want to express the center idea is ..."

I said, "I don't want to do this business, Song Ding and Shenyang can not go together, not God, if she is willing, it can still be a fight, so that death is in this magic dream, it is too irrelevant. "

In fact, I also struggled for a moment. Because of this decision, I will help Song Dynasty, my heart is coming out of illusion, I am busy this, but continue to think about it, I feel that the days are still long, there is a bead, I At least three years, three years, more than a thousand days, time long, may not be better business.

Xiao Lan did not speak for a long time, reminded: "You plan, how?"

I have made decisions in my heart, look up: "I am waiting for a battle, a blood flow, the bones,"

If he thought about me, I was calmly looked at him, and suddenly I thought about it. I should talk to him: "Right, I have been forgotten today, you see, I am, this place I don't want, you look at it, just on your shoulders, your shoulders have broken a hole, you can, you can seam, can you seam? "

He pulled my clothes to check for a while, lifting the eyes and faint: "I will not red, you can't seam."

"..."

I said that Xiaolan said that I am waiting for a war, not a joke. I have thought about what I should do. Hua Wei is a void, and every note of Hua Yu corresponds to the void. The Lord of the Pearl plays a balance in the void of Hua Wei, and it is possible to go to any time, and it is the last note of the last note of the tune.

Tune can only play backwards, if you go to the future, you can't return. For this reason, I will consider a long time, I will complete the last thing, so I have to live my conscience, but I don't know if it is fast to get a year later, it is three years later. I asked Xiaolan: "According to your experience, a couple must love it, leave a lot of memories, how much time does it usually give to them?" Rain stopped, he Leave an umbrella, not heard: "Half a year."

In the second day, we borrowed a Yaoqin in the town of the piano.

The last note is falling, the wind is gradually, the dry tree is long, the red leaves are long, and the blue flowers of the Chigawa are fluttering. After half a year, Li Zhuang Gong's 18th year of autumn, Jiang Xia two countries.

The war has ended, and the front of the front, I am looking at the Jiang Guo army to pull the village and prepare to go back to the DPRK. This is the seven years ago, Shen Song is in September, and Xia Guxin sent a war to attack the war of ginger. At that time, Song did send a turquoise in the sink.

I took a person into the reed, took out the tapered skin mask of the sleeves, remove the silver foil on the nose, kneeling next to a small water pool, put the mask to the face, one inch, one inch, wipe it. Jun Master is the best person to do the best people, my skill is learned from him, but today I can watch the water in the water, I suddenly have a feeling, I feel that I have already Qing is over blue ...

The small blue voice slowly drifted into the reed: "Jun girl, I said, are you still alive?"

I have dial the reeds and raise my hand: "Here."

He hit me from the head from the head from the head: "What do you want to do?"

I said: "Go to the sink, there is something you must do, you are waiting for me here, after the event, I will come to you."

He looked at me for a long time, said: "Be careful."

Qiuyang and the floating clouds. I used a silk towel to blindly, because I can't let people think of Song Coal appeared here. The soldiers in front of the military camp door held my letter to find the sash. The Song Condition of Linyi in the letter, and the sinking of the sun will meet on the high ground full of Haohi after Chifei.

He will come.

The highlands are spread all over the color, soft and full, autumn wind, swaying another wave of waves. In the past seventeen years, although I have seen this from the future, I have heard the legend of it. The most famous one, said that he was buried in front of himself, it was the blood of the Ms, and the blood of the sancto was poured, and the roots of their roots were heard, and they can smell the stub of the dead. I think, I have found a good place for Shenzhou.

After the bellows are broken, the footsteps are gradually close. I turned and smiled and looked at him. This Song Dynasty loved the phantom, and loved a lifetime, and couldn't let the phantom. Black cloud boots have stepped over the soft hobum flower, he hugged me, tightly, low voice, rang in the ear, approximation: "A Tong, I miss you." The nose has blood, more and more Strong, I took it into the dagger of him, gently attached to his ear: "I miss you too."

Li Zhuanggong's 18th year of autumn, September 14. Although Jiang Guo hit the battle, the army was still in the DPRK, but Wang Cheng did not sound the sound of the triumphant, because the general was dying. The good will be passed, and the national is sad.

The generals knocked down, and the mourning is in the white room, I have a small blue-mourning guest in the hunger, and I have seen a bright inquiry case in the high spiritual hall.

Under the white candle fire, the front of the embarrassment is on the ground, Song is in the side of the coffin, the dark eyes are empty, and the people are tight. From time to time, there is a guest to comfort it, and she has no reaction.

Xiao Lan asked me: "This is, you weaved the dream for her?"

I can't understand: "Do you think this is a beautiful dream? This is clearly a nightmare?"

I will tear beautifully and let Song Xing see the reality. There is a beautiful life in this world. Most people think of women, but women should not be a woman, I am not a woman, I am talking about Hua Wei.

I originally want to explain this truth to Xiaolan, but he quickly transferred the topic: "You accidentally kill Liu Wei, I haven't thought about you have courage to kill a person."

I said, "Because I developed, you have to use the development of the eye."

After the night, the guests have a good night, and the time of choice is coming. The big walks only leave two couples, one is alive, one dead, yin and yang. Song Congli's face was closely attached to the coffin, the voice was gently, and the night wind that was scattered in the white, scattered in the white candle fire: "Finally only two people."

She slept the finger in the dark, like a boudoir private language: "I originally think, wait for you, tell you this good news, they want to write, I have been stopped by me, I have a selfish hope See how you are happy. You don't know, I have waited for a long time, I have to see you, I want to see you. "

The birds on the old trees outside the hall suddenly screamed, and the hall was swayed. She blocked her eyes with her hand, calming the voice, swallow the cavity: "Shenzhou, we have children." But did not really Cry out, soft soft, sway on the spiritual hall, like a gentle talk. She said this sentence to him, but he can't hear it.

I took this sentence when she said this sentence, the high white is blown by the night wind, she raised her head: "Shenzhou?"

I walked into the candlelight from white, let her see my figure.

Her autumn water is reflected in my red dress, and the color of the color is suddenly illuminated, and the look is bleak.

Dedicated to the skirt, I looked at her: "I am not Shenyang, Song Ding, I will take you out of this illusion."

She appeared in her face: "Magic?" But only a moment, soon recovering clear, "I remember you, in the snowy mountain of the Shuko, I have seen you, you are ..."

I approached her, smiled: "You see me for the first time, but not in the snowy mountains of the Lap, Song Ding, all of this, but I am a magic for you."

Xiao Zai did not know when to appear next to him, and he did not carefully play the furnishings.

I walked near her: "Your husband is dead, doing this grand funeral. But in fact, in the real world, he lived well, he loses you, and another woman is born with another woman You used my life with me to make a transaction, let me weave a fantasy of you in love with you, you see, in this mood we weave, he really fell in love with you. But everything is your heart. In fact, it is all fake. "

I said this, I saw that she was as gray, and there was a fear look at the eyes. This is not what I am familiar, and Song Ding after seven years later. She took a step back, she took a drops of glass bottles. Shuo, people also slip, broken glass scratch scratch long finger.

I said: "Song Ding, don't you believe me?"

Time is stagnant, I put all this and the tray, and the death of the sash is so sad, she will not be willing to stay in this hopeless illusion. Nothing is more terrible than the loved lovers. I have experienced such a pain. I don't think anything in the reality. Song Ding's illness is a heart disease. As long as she looks, leave this dream, she can fix it. Quickly rehabilitate.

She will sprinkle the bouquet of her hand, I want to kneel down to help her, pulled it by Xiaolan, and she picks up half, suddenly stops the action, only bowed in the big pastel autumn flower: "You know, I have been doing a dream, that's a terrible dream, every time I wake up, I am afraid to shook, I originally, I do this dream, all this. "She is very slow," all, all it is true."

Two tears slipped from the corners, she asked me: "You don't say anything ... I have ... My child. I have a child, he is Shen Luo, he is dead, a cold? "

I didn't return her, she fixed me, and her vague tears had a touch of laughing. She said, "I have to stay here." I have a heart.

She lowered his finger, tears slipped his hand, lasting, removing his eyes, looking at the spirit of the sinking in the bank: "You said this is what you weave for me, all of which are fake, I am in the dream It is true, but the truth, it will not be too hurt. What is the real and my illusion, which is more painful? Those true, I only see in my dreams, I also shake, I can't stand it, I can't endure, Don't say personal experience, if you say, I really have the seven years, how did I come over? I think of these, I feel that in this illusion, I will leave me in this illusion, and he is not so unbearable. At least have a good memory, I will live his child, I think, I can still live, yes, I still can live, he also hopes that I will live. But let me return to you. The so-called real, that is so unbearable, the sashore in the world, even if he doesn't want me to live, what do I still do? "

Soong Coan, I don't say it. I only heard the gimmick of the night sky, the leaves were scraped.

I want to save her, I can't save her.

She put it up, put the bouquet of the bouquet in the hand into another glass bottle, because of my back, I can't see her talk. I only heard the voice of the voice: "Listen to the girl, I exchange this illusion with the girl with the girl. In the real world, I am dead? If so, please ask the girl, burned my body. Let's take my bones ... bring it back to Li Gui and give me my brother. "

I opened my mouth, half-awaited, issued a syllable: "Okay."

After five days, I took the small blue to Song Ding's Hua Wei, and I went to the snowy mountain of the flour, only because of the last time, there were two terrain without exploration. Inadvertently, he learned that Liu Wei did not fall. When I step down, I hang on the cliff, a wife, saved, for a hunter, for the rescue of life, Liu Wei, and hunter.

Even the wicker can have a good destination.

I said to Xiaolan: "In fact, I shouldn't kill the sash, but I didn't expect that even if I didn't want to leave this illusion. I want to save her and kill the sink, but she is hard."