Lord Seventh - ~ Fanwaisan, on the other side of the bridge

Fanwai Naihe Bridge on the other side

Former Life?

The memory is like a cypress covered with holes, which seems to attract a lot of things. In fact, time passes, and those invisible things are easy to make people forget. A person's life is longer than Chao fungus and longer than a tadpole. He always goes all the way and is lost all the way.

Only when I suddenly saw something, those years of memory were touched and shaken out, stale markings, inconceivable.

It was raining that day, and Helianchi thought of Jing Beiyuan.

It reminds me many years ago that when the Emperor Father personally carried him into the palace, the teeth were half-turned, and the small things that were still leaking were like porcelain, and the pupils were bright.

Jing Beiyuan was his follower since he was a child. As time went by, Helian discovered that this little guy is not only good, but also born with eyesight, knows when to say and what to like, because he is young In the foster care palace, and brought out a little natural and careful and cautious ... as if sympathizing with him.

Carefully tentatively approached, and then, like two little animals in this bottomless deep house coming together to warm each other.

Dependence.

Now Hellen, who is now called wrinkle crawling on the skin, stood by the window of the upper study, looking at the world that was almost washed out by the rain outside. Was flicked slightly, sore and aching pain.

The children grew up day by day. When he didn't know when he was up, Helianchi felt that the person looked at himself with something subtle and unspeakable, and he understood that Beiyuan likes himself-- Not like brothers and friends, but like men and women.

He was surprised at first, but then he understood-this world, this world, this chapel, this is disturbing one after another, who else can he like? This place that eats people can't even say "trust", let alone love it?

And yourself? Probably the same as him ... Hellyn turned it over and pondered it for a long time, and found that he didn't seem to have much choice. Even if the father and the emperor order in the future, how many feelings can he have to point himself to the daughter of a noble man?

On the day of the draft, he passed by a long distance, glanced at it, and saw the colorful girls who were fighting beautifully, and suddenly felt that if there was a princess in the future, it seemed that she had nothing to say to her.

Throughout the bustling palace palace, Helianchi found that the relationship with everyone, in the final analysis, turned into such a shallow and cold word-nothing to say.

He pondered for three days, decided to indulge his feelings, and loved him ... give it a try.

The sound of the rain was thinking mechanically in his ears, and Helianchi eyes glanced at the gray sky, trying hard to think, at that time, he was holding a mood with him, faintly remembering that extremely secret happiness.

Helien thought blankly, those warm afternoons, holding his hands and resting next to the big locust tree in the East Palace, resting, waking up and tilting his head, he could see the feeling of his sleeping face, it seemed The whole heart was also full, and the idea of ​​"just like him for a lifetime" was born.

Those thoughts came too fast, and they went too fast, and now when I think about it, Helena didn't remember it, it was something that used to be in her heart.

and after? He asked himself, what happened?

Later ... As if a lot of things happened, Jing Beiyuan left the palace and returned to his palace. The teenagers grew up and their ambitions grew up with the body. Slowly, all the people were beyond recognition.

What kind of existence does Jing Beiyuan have? Hellendyne felt that he loved him, so how could a transparent and beautiful person not love? But I don't know when, he was faintly afraid of the man again, no matter what his thoughts, only one glance, and if there is no hint, that person can understand it, and he can do it for him.

For the first time, Helianchi found that he didn't know this person in particular—knowing that he was serious, but he did n’t know that he was so verbal, that he was deep in his mind, but he did n’t know that he was so deep that he could n’t see through Jun Xiu's face had an indistinct smile, knowing that he had penetrated the heart, but did not know that he had penetrated to see himself as a transparent person.

How could there be such sharp and terrible people in the world? This is not a question of humanity, and it grows in him day after day.

What good end can a suspicious person and a hearted person have together? It's just ... the authorities are lost.

Until Helianji met Qingying, he felt as if he had sought her for thousands of years. She was so beautiful. When she lowered her head, the tranquil glory of the eyebrows looked like that person, sensible, but not too clever. He was so sharp that he made himself so uneasy.

Helianchi always thought, if Jing Beiyuan is not Jing Beiyuan, it's good, God heard that, and sent Su Qingyu to him.

He Lianyi suddenly thought that maybe Jing Beiyuan had already become a part of him, and he could communicate with his heart without words, and then complete the most unbearable and darkest things for himself-but for a long time, Lilian翊 I can't tell myself, whoever wants to do those things is himself or him.

Reason controls everything, but emotions do not believe that he is so bad, only to blame him. This idea suddenly struck Hellen's head like a thunder, and it turned over like a shocking truth. His face was pale and he couldn't help covering his chest, trying to think of the woman Su Qingying once thought he loved the most. -But only thought of a side face with his head down.

Like him ... like Jing Beiyuan ...

But Beiyuan was long gone, and he was ordered to give Baizhang Sanzhang himself.

Feeling that he was getting old, Helianchi became dull, and the numbness rising from his chest slowly spread to his whole body, as if to drown his entire body and soul.

Yeah, he thought, Beiyuan was gone.

"Come here! Come here!" He Lianyi suddenly shouted loudly.

Yukui came in three steps and two steps: "Emperor."

"Hmm ... what about the jade pendant on my body when I was young?" He asked blankly.

Yu Kui's two wives had been completely white, and Wen Yan stunned for a moment: "What jade did the emperor say?"

"It's ... a little jade rabbit, two inches in size, so big ..." Helianchi was almost anxious. "There is a piece of Beiyuan here too, where is it?"

Yu Kwai-soo stopped, and Helian did not get his response. He went up and down to find it, and said in his mouth, "Where is it? Where did you put it?"

"The emperor," Yu Kui saw that his steps were a little hesitant, and took a step forward to hold him, saying, "The emperor forgot that the jade was long gone, wasn't it when the emperor went to the lake that he accidentally fell into the lake? ? "

"Lost?" Helen murmured again.

Yu Kui looked at his owner with some incomprehensibility. He didn't understand. People haven't been in it for so many years. What's the point of looking for these gadgets?

"Lost ..." Helian sighed and sat down blankly.

It turns out that people are gone and things are gone.

In the thirty-six years of Rongjia, Emperor Rongjia of Rongjia was bedridden after a heavy rain, and it collapsed in the early autumn.

Huang Quan? White impermanence

He has been wandering in the realm of yin and yang with joy and sorrow, and because of his paper body, all can't be presented. I felt boring at first, and over time, I got used to it, all of them are confused and confused, who should I show to me?

I was accustomed to numbness, and slowly, my heart hardened, mortal life and death, but those things, after seeing more, are nothing.

Until that day, a woman accidentally mislead the soul of a woman.

The judge asked him to think about it for a full ten years. He didn't care, and he was wrong, so he should be punished, received the punishment, and what should he do. Until his penalty period had expired and he was released, he did not meet the man with white hair and indifferent look at Sansheng Shipan.

He didn't know then, but the punishment had just begun.

The judge pointed the man to him with a hint, and he realized that he had only mistaken the soul of an ordinary woman, but changed the lives of so many people.

When one person acts and one person takes care of himself, he thinks, go to the lord and ask for a sin, stand flat in front of the person, and speak flatly, who knows that the white-haired man just glanced at him His eyes nodded emptyly, and he never said anything again.

Bai Wuchang knew that the soul of this man is still in the third world.

Since then, he has always followed the man unconsciously, watching him not drink Meng Po Tang, watching Meng Po sigh, watching him fall into the beast's dao, live and die, and then the ghost is fascinated Yes, he went to pick up his soul in person, and walked across the cold Huangquan Road one after another. No one or anyone said anything.

Send him back once, pick him up again, send him back once, and borrow him back again.

After hundreds of years, the last one, I finally saw him staying at the bridge of Naihe for a moment, raised Meng Po Tang without saying a word, closed his eyes and poured three bowls, then stood like a stone for a while, then opened his eyes. However, the intellect was still clear, and he sneered, turning without looking at the others.

Bai Wuchang suddenly thought, Qiye he ... have never seen me for so many years.

Often he was left with a doomed back, and the white hair of the snowdrift that was draped over his back, suddenly it didn't taste in his heart—for tens of thousands of years, Ecstasy made the first time know what it was called " feel bad".

Because he never sees him in his eyes--

"It turns out you always hate me," he thought silently, "then I'll pay you back."

He thought he was obsessed with ghosts, but willing.

At the last moment, he finally saw his reflection in the man's eyes, but couldn't smile on his face, but laughed in his heart-look at me, I have no regrets.

The last touch of consciousness is not in the rebirth pool, if it is the next life ... bye you ...

Fanwai is here, hold your fists, thank you all for joining us.

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