Hua Xu Yin: City of Desperate Love

I aggrieved: "I didn't specifically rush to find Jun Wei to play. I originally invited someone to teach me the manners and etiquette of an adult girl, but she didn't teach me well, so I discussed with Jun Wei to imitate and practice my mother's usual practice. Yi. Don't you just like girls like that?"

The towel was put aside, and the hand that helped me wipe my face paused: "...Who said I like girls like that?"

I stared at him: "You said, you said I'm still too young!"

His fingers touched his forehead again: "That sentence is not understood that way."

I squinted at him: "How do you understand that?"

He was silent for a while, and suddenly hugged me up: "Well, after a day of tossing today, you are tired of crying too, go to bed early." After that, he put me on the bed and tucked the quilt. After being robbed by such a round, I forgot what I was talking about.

Seeing that he got up and was about to leave, he hurriedly pulled his clothes: "Then you have to stay with me, or I will fall asleep."

He looked at me condescendingly: "Didn't you say that I am annoying?"

"Who said..." I turned my head to one side, "It's not that it's not annoying, then you go."

He laughed, but lay down and hugged me across the quilt: "Duplicate."

I turned my head and looked at his close brows and eyes, and said seriously: "You can leave when I fall asleep. I want to stay with you a little longer."

The moonlight outside the window came in, and my heart felt like a big rock fell to the ground. Finally, finally did it.

His silhouette was trapped in the moonlight. It turned out that if we met before martyrdom, we would be like this.

Perceiving my sight, he smiled, fingers touched my eyelids, closed my eyes, warm lips lightly touched my forehead, like a spring breeze, murmured: "Go to sleep."

The last sentence, I want him to say this to me, and whisper in my ear, Ah Fu, go to sleep, I can sleep over and never wake up contentedly.

I opened my eyes early the next morning and saw that Mu Yan was still in front of my bed, holding his forehead slightly. I couldn't tell if it was a reality or a dream. There was a little light coming in, but it didn't look like sunlight. I was in a daze for a long time before I saw that it was a red candle, so it was not the next day.

I moved my hands instinctively. When I raised my eyes, I saw Mu Yan's calm eyes. I rubbed my eyes: "When is this? Why don't you go back to sleep? You can leave when I fall asleep." I shook his hand again. Hand, "Or you can't sleep all the time?"

He didn't hold back his grip, his eyes were complicated and incomprehensible.

I was stunned: "What's the matter?"

He stretched his hand to remove the messy hair in front of my forehead, and looked at me for an instant, "How long will you lie to me, Afu?"

I clenched my fingers under the bedding: "What?"

He slowly said: "This is just a dream? You weave such a dream for me, come into my dream, want to shut me here? That is why you want me to fall in love with you immediately? Use a false you to bind me to this place forever? Is it?"

My chest suddenly jumped wildly. I must have not woken up yet. Wake up quickly, wake up quickly. Close your eyes and open them again, no, close them and open them again, they still won't work. He took my hand and forced me to face: "Afu, is this true?"

I shook my head desperately and retorted breathlessly: "No, no. This is not a dream, I am here, I am really here, admiringly, looking at me, I am real."

He looked at me: "After you fell asleep, I thought about a lot, and those who didn't understand, I asked Jun Wei. You are right, you are real." He paused, "I was fake of."

The cold sweat gradually oozes out of my forehead, and I kowtow: "This, this is impossible, no one can, never before, you, how can you see through, no, you are lying to me..."

When he interrupted me, there was pain in the moo: "Once you told me that the name of the heart demon was called "I can't ask for it, everyone has their own heart demon. I look at you, those who shouldn't belong at this time My memory is like an awl into the skull. You want to use falsehood to restrain me, you think no one in the world can see through the Huaxu fantasy, Afu, it's just what you think."

I looked up at him, and finally calmed down: "How much do you know?"

The candle flame was dim, and he whispered: "All. Enough for me to get out of the dream you wove for me."

There was a sudden gust of wind in the room, and the red candle caught the last spark in the wind, and there seemed to be a horse's hoof to smash the dead leaves in the distance, but I knew it was not. It was the collapse of the dream.

I couldn't see where Mu Yan was, the brocade he held in his hand was melted between his fingers, his head was dizzy, and suddenly he felt a burst of extremely dazzling light. Opening his eyes laboriously, what I saw as my breath and smell disappeared, but I didn't know how many rows of silver-white ice ridges, this was the ice cellar of Chen Gong. Su Yi stared at me and Jun Wei, who were falling from the sky, and Xiao Huang who was still dozing off. She was so surprised that she couldn't speak. After a long time, she said, "It's only five days before the candles are only half burned. , Could it be..."

I stretched out my fingertips and touched the broken strings on the piano. I nodded and said, "You guessed it right, you missed it."

But the shark bead in the chest was not as crushed as I thought, but this was unexpected. It is probably that no one has ever walked out of the illusion woven by Ziwu Huaxu, so no one knows what it means to walk out. Maybe I can live for more than two months in reality?

Su Yi let out a soft sigh, then quickly covered her mouth: "Then elder brother..."

Chill followed my fingertips into the texture little by little, and I tightened the fox fur on my body: "He will wake up. He probably won't remember those things in his dream. Forget it, just treat him as if I didn't knit for him. For a dream like that, what should be the same."

Jun Wei, who has never spoken, said dumbly: "I don't want to tell him, but he has guessed it is not much worse."

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I shook my head: "It's not your fault."

He put away the broken Tongmuqin: "There are still two months, you don't want to be with him?"

I squatted down and shook Xiao Huang awake, silent for a long time, and still said: "He doesn't know that I'm still alive in this world. Rather than give him the hope that he has recovered and make him desperate, it's better to do this..."

Something fell down without knowing it, and there was a soft noise from behind. Familiar footsteps sounded, and the whole body suddenly stiffened, thinking how this could happen, but in front of him, the mirror-like ice surface was smooth, but Mu Yan's shadow was clearly reflected.

Untied hair, snow-white silk robe, and outer garment draped over the shoulders at will: "You say, how about it?"

Su Yi made a gesture and left Jun Wei silently. Xiao Huang seemed to not want to leave, but was dragged out by Jun Wei. And I was stunned to look at Mu Yan, his thick black eyebrows, straight nose bridge, and cold lips, this rare and beautiful face, reflected on the bare ice, seemed to have a chill. .

I thought that glance at the dinner party would be the last time I saw him in the world. I didn't expect that there would be a chance. I should have been happy, but a stronger sadness overwhelmed my head... How about covering your eyes with one hand? Mu Yan, if you are me, you should know how I feel at the moment.

Hear the crushing noise of ice scum.

He hugged me from behind. An extremely strong hug, the whole body was locked by his hands, the more he hugged, the tighter he was, as if he wanted to melt into the blood. Unlocking the right hand covering his eyes, on the smooth ice surface, he saw his eyes closed, his hair leaned down with his silk robe, his cheeks pressed against each other, there was no expression on his face, but a tear was oozing out of his eyes.

I couldn't speak, but felt the trembling of my body. For a long time, I said dumbly: "Do you remember that dream? How do you know I am here?"

He turned me around and held my white fingers: "In a dream, your hands have been cold. When I wake up I think you will be here..."

I hurriedly interrupted him: "Do you remember?"

He looked at me: "Just some." He put me in his arms, "Jun Wei said to me, you want to use that dream to make me forget you. Is this really what you think in your heart?"

I opened my mouth, but couldn't make a sound. I buried my head deeper into his chest, and finally choked out:

"If you don't want it, I don't want it at all. But you are so sad, Ziwu Huaxu tone is not a good way, but it can forget me, you will be much happier in the future, and I can feel at ease."

He put his hand on top of my head: "If you forget you, that person will be just Su Yu, no longer Muyan. If Jing is no longer me, how do you think I can be happy, and how can you be at ease? "

How did I know that I was no longer alive at that time, and he always liked to ask these questions, but I could not answer them. I sniffed, "But, you know, we have only been two months old. Can't you just think of it as a dream, why do you come over to find me?"

His body suddenly stiffened, and the hand stroking my hair stopped. I didn't know he would be this big, I thought he came to me, he wanted to drive everything.

For a long time, I whispered softly: "But this is reality, can't you still accept it?"

As if waiting for Kazuki's flowers to bloom for so long, he said hoarsely: "Sometimes I can't tell the reality, whether this hand, holding a sword stabbed you. I killed you. Twice, once. Forcing you to jump out of the city of Weiguo once..."

I hugged him hard: "It's not your fault. Sometimes I hate destiny, because it makes us bad and sometimes I am very grateful for it. Without it, I won't meet you. I don’t know if it’s too much or I’m grateful for it. I thought it would be better for you to forget me if you make a mistake, but you think you did it wrong. Then I want to be with you, we can leave some good memories, even for two months ..."

His body was light, and he was hugged sideways. It was such a calm and reassuring voice: "It won't be two months. I will find a way." I don't know if it is comforting me or comforting himself. . After a pause, he added, "You take memories too important. But to me, the present and the future are important in the past. Now that you are still alive, there is nothing better and more important than this. I will Find a way, you always refuse to believe me."

I instinctively refuted: "I didn't believe you." I just felt hypocritical as soon as I spoke.

I really don't believe him. If I did, I wouldn't have been thinking about avoiding him half a moment ago, and I would feel good for him. Because I never thought about what he could find, I just accepted my fate. In fact, even if he doesn't believe it now, he will find a way. But he walked out of the Huaxu fantasy realm and found me. He didn't like the choice I made for him, so he made another choice for himself.

I cheered up and put my arms around his neck: "Where are you taking me?"

He said softly: "Go back to sleep, aren't you tired?"

I shook my head: "It's okay. How much do you remember about that dream? Did you remember that I cooked for you, and we went to Jing's house to ask for swords. By the way, you are still jealous, remember?"

"……do not remember."

I reminded him earnestly: "You eat Jun Wei's vinegar, and I obviously put on such a beautiful makeup. If you think it was painted for Jun Wei, it implies that I said that makeup is not good at all."

"……do not remember."

I reminded him more seriously: "You are still jealous of me playing shadow puppets with Jun Wei, saying that I should not go to Jun Wei if I want to play, I should..."

He reluctantly interrupted me: "Okay, I remember, you don't have to say any more..."

But my interest has been completely hooked up: "And you were not good to me at all. At that time, you were so cold. They said that parents who are affected by the body, and that I don’t love myself and no one else will like me. Too much."

"...Well, I was too much."

The sky was crisscrossing the crescent moon, this was the night before the break, the last few autumn insects croaked in the wind, and some flowers bloomed in the courtyard. This long journey reminds me of those seemingly distant years and those beautiful old times. There is moonlight behind me, and I don’t know how my history books and stories will be written many years later. And how long can we have such a carefree and happy quarrel with each other?

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