Hua Xu Yin: City of Desperate Love

Xiao Lan looked half-ring, faint: "This is a real dream. The Shenfu is eager to love her life never betrayed, and Shen Jun will die when she loves her, and she loves him never betrayed. Live, as long as you spend this sad day, it is a long-legged long-awa-worry that she is asking for a lifetime. If you don't kill generals, you will be infinite, you can guarantee that he can not betray in this mantle? "

I said surprised: "You can tell me such a big bunch of truth, do you hate something that loves these love love?"

He looked at me: "Is there such a thing? If there is such a thing, the whole big green building does not want to do business."

I thought, I think this answer is really a needle.

I have held the small blue hand to leave this illusion. He repeatedly held my hand, faint: "The phantom is a phantom, these phantom things, you don't have to be so true."

He said this, a pair of clouds flew over the high sky.

Hua Tuo is half a year, and the world is only a short day.

From the illusion, a warm flow suddenly flooded into the chest placed on the place of the beads, bringing full body blood. That is the life of Song Ding, she is dead, but no one knows in this lonely dusk.

The servant of the family is standing at the side of the water, and Jun and Xiao Huang are dozing off at the Qintai, and the sun is lazy, and everything is quiet, just like nothing. I saw Xiaolai, surprise: "Bono!" Wake Xiao Huang and Jun Wei, one person and one tiger quickly walked up. I walked. At this time, there is still a cluster of flames in the Shuge in the water, and it is a big fire.

Jun Yuyi: "Song Ding is still there?" It is necessary to save it, and I will stop it.

Small blue low channel: "It seems that she has already been expected to end the end."

I told the original situation in the past, and I looked at the surrounded by the sailboat twisted out the inconstitution gesture in the fire. He suddenly remembered the illusion, she let me fire her body.

Sure enough, I didn't have to do it. She had already arranged the postal arrangement. In the same hawning, the frightened slave wrapped in the swim of the swim in the pond, and the wet cotton wet was wet in the pond. He was blocked by the bears. Song Dynasty did a closer care, and the sauce was afraid that every inches was blotted. She wants to burn himself into a gray, put it in a showful porcelain jar, returning to the seven years of seven years.

The fire is striking, the fire is, and the red light of the half day is reflected. The landlift fell into the lotus pond from the height. It was poured by the water, and the smoke rolled, and the four columns of the sailo were collapsed. I can see the rattan burn The appearance, Song Di, which is sleeping, is hidden in the fire.

In the folk legend, such a story will always pay a heavy rain, the fire above the water is until the burning is not enough, and the old Buddha has not fallen. It is still a cool, the sun is like blood. . If the blood of the blood reflects a ruins on the lotus pond, the servant of the large piece before the ruins, no one dares to move Song Ding's corpse.

I said to Xiaolan: "Let's go, go."

He looked at me and faintly: "Don't use us to help, she is coming."

I curiously returned, I saw the shade of the old willow trees next to Shizi Road, the small blue mouth came to the people of Song Dai, and the people who were killed.

Shenshi, her husband.

He wears a snow-white chaos, and the sleeve sleeves are dotted, like a luxurious mourning. This place is in this case. He walked all the way to us, white chamboks lined with a white face, the eyebrows were still cold, but the voice was shaking: "What about she, where is she?"

I pointed to the ruins on the front water pond: "You have heard that she is dead, special way to collect the bones for her? She told me that she wants a big bottle to be bone ashes, blue glaze blue and white porcelain Bottle, did you bring a bottle? "

He opened his mouth, did not speak, turned to the ruins of me, but he fell. The servant squatted before the slaves hurriedly opened a road. I took the piano and I followed him, I saw him, squatted in the ruins, and the sunset took out long shadow.

Crossing his shoulders, you can see the remains of Song Dynasty on the ground. When I met her this morning, she also took a high, her cheeks wiped the rouge, it is difficult to speak. Beautiful.

He is red, and it is .

Time is stationary, I saw that Shenzhou is quietly squatting in this static time.

A burnt cross is broken, like suddenly awaken, he grabs her, the movement is fierce, but the sound is gently: "You don't say, you have to watch it. Do you swallow in front of you? You don't say, I am sorry you, how do you want to report me? You hate me, I haven't died yet, how can you die first? "No one answered him .

He hugged her, carefully wing, just like a rare treasure, paled her face close to her Summer skull, like a valentine whispering: "A Tong, you talk."

The ruins of the dusk are filled with anxious breath that is burned by fire, and the ground is hot.

I saw all this, I suddenly felt the emptiness of life, I was unable to ask him: "What do you want to say? She can't say anything now, even if you want to listen, you can't say it. There is a sentence. She once told me that the newly married night, she wants to tell you a sweet words. She just married Jiang Guo, life is not familiar, the heart is full of you. She has no parents, no people teach How did she go to Fujun's heart. But that night, she really wants you to tell you, saying: 'Fu Jun, I will give you a giving you, give you well, please be treated.' You didn't let her say it. "

He looked up.

I watched his eyes: "You said that Song did happily, in fact, she never hated you, there is no woman in the world, will love you like she."

He stared at me, like a hit, a pale face, faded, long-lasting, a low-dumb laugh, one sentence, bite to teeth: "How do you dare to say this. She I haven't loved me. She can't wait to die on the battlefield. "

I found out that I sat down and put Yaoqin on my knees: "That is what she said."

I looked up him: "Shenzhou, I heard that you have not seen Song Dynasty for two years. Can you remember her appearance? Let you look at her appearance, how?"

I didn't wait for him to answer, I have dial up the last note on the piano. Soliciting Hua Yan, the illusion of Song Coiced weaving can be displayed in the world. I don't need him to answer, no matter what he thinks, it is something, it is always necessary to let him know.

This is a dusk, the ruins, the half-air flashing, the old things, reflected in the turbid pool water.

It is the snowflakes in the desert, Song Ding is tightly sticker on horseback, cross the goblin of the sandstone, and the arm is blown by the wind blowing. She uses the tongue. Hold the horse neck, urge exhausted war: "Run a few more, ask you to run fast, and you can't wait."

It is the Shurapet, which is the squatting of the horse. In the mutton, she will fall into the bile. The face is blown with the wind of the blood. It is the blood stains, and the lipstick is in the corpse. From dawn to late night, finally found the person you're looking for. She wiped his blood on his face with her sleeves, hugged him tightly: "Shen Shi. I know, I should come." The words were not finished, I have been holding my eyes, tears.

It is the Snow Mountain Cave on the side of the battlefield. He covered her frowns in the cold, she was going to give him on his lips, forced him to swallow. There is no stars in the sky, the hole is the cold wind, she trembles in his chest: "When did you wake up, do you wake up again? Shenzhou, I am afraid."

She hugged him and smashed her own little lying on him: "Shenzhou, I am afraid."

It is the three days in the snow mountain. She carries him unclear from the snow slope, there is a sharp wooden pile under the slope, she takes the best to protect him in front of her body, wipe her waist side, she is endured Holding a painful: "Fortunately." She kissed his eyes and holds himself, holding his face: "I will save you, I will die, I will save you."

Hua Yu suddenly stopped, I asked him: "You can see it, such Song Ding?"

I was interrupted by the words: "That is not true, I don't believe." The sinking of the sinking in front of the sash is tightly covered with cold sweat, and the body is thrown, but it looks at a word of one word. If you say it, "You gave me these, I don't believe it, this is not true, I don't believe it."

I feel funny, really laugh: "Darkness, it is true, you have the clearer in your heart. She always wants to talk to you, you never give her opportunity."

I said: "Delinking in the bank, do you know how Song Cai is dead? One illusion. She indulge in the illusion, abandoned her life. In the illusion, you finally fall in love with her, you meet white. She is immersed In this manta, this is actually nothing. If you can't get it, it is the common sense of people. You can later die, even if you die, she doesn't want to leave the illusion, she remembers the pain in the reality, More pain in reality, she would rather endure your pain in the illusion. She farewed her own remains, and she didn't want to leave you, she was originally loving you. Shenshang, you I don't know, she loves you for seven years. "

I have finished these, I saw that his trembling finger smashed a jade bracelet with her wrist tibia, holding, and showed a white reflection, suddenly the body, spitting a blood, Yin Hong's blood sprinkled in Song On the ribs of the condensation, a strange demon. He shouted the name, it could not be self like pain, and the lips were opened several times, in order to make a sound: "Abai." But she can't respond.

I poured the piano: "She let me send her ashes to I, since then you will freele mega, Shen Jun, after three days, I will take Song Ding's ashes."

He didn't care about me, picked her, stepped out of the sailo step by step, like it is at any time.

The servants on the ground are crying.

I screamed, said: "It is good, the generals of the will have realize her last wish, put her into the blue glaze bottle, handed over to his brother."

Silence is like a white blade, his dull voice came from a crying: "Before she died, what can I say to me?"

I looked at his back: "No, there is no word, she is not seeing to you,"

Shortly after the past, I heard that the two countries of Li Jiang were once again war, and Li Dang was hanging by the generals Song Dynasty, and Jiang Guo sent the town of the town. At that time, we were playing water in the ginger border.

In the rainy night in the seventh day of May, Xiaolan brings news, saying that Shenshi will die in the grass, this battle him accounts for the opportunity, this is a great victory, I don't know why I will defeat the body. It is said that he will let the Ministry will be buried in the wild place of the crafted in the death. When they funeral, they found a small ceramic bottle of blue and white, porcelain bottle filled with unknown white powder.

He learned that his news, he hanged himself in the flower hall that night.

Xiao Lan asked what I thought, I smiled and said to him: "If the princess Song Dynasty is still alive in this world, I will not die in the sash, and only one person in the world will love him to save him in life. It is a pity that it is too early. "

He is silent and half, said: I said: "Is it?"

He doesn't talk. Only one person will love him in the world who will save him, but it is a pity that it is because Song is dead, so he is dead? "

I looked at the night rain outside the window, faint: "I don't believe it." Head asked Xiao Huang: "Do you believe?" Xiao Huang was saved in a semi-roast chicken, heard me calling it, looked up at me. For a while, the head continues to be my own.

The two faces are silent, I asked him: "How did you wear blue clothes recently?"

He smiled: "Why do I have to wear blue clothes?"

I said: "Because you are Xiaoyue."

He provoked the eyebrows: "I am still why you never ask my name, Xiao blue is not you gave me ..."

He made a thinking look, like a suitable word, the lamp flower, he looked at me quietly: "Isn't you give me a nickname?"

I think so, I found out, there is so, I have a tea potion: "You also have your own name, oh, I think the name is not symbol, calling you Xiao Blue shouting, I forgot to ask you. What is the name, what is your name? "

He lightly said: "Mutal, Si Mu, no words, my name."

I have a slippery, and the tea is on the ground.