The full moon hangs in the dark blue sky, the twinkling stars and the Milky Way outline the past, different from the sun's rays, and cool and gentle on the ground...

The misty clouds lingered in the mountains and the black buildings wetted by the mist. The night was deep and heavy. The red fire suits on them refracted a few strands of red gold under the moonlight. Go on.

Wang Xiaomei stared at the dilapidated stone road covered with weeds in front of him, and there was only a pile of decayed wood that could still be vaguely seen in the old building and old house of a beautiful college.

"What's wrong with the sleep lamp?" Someone hugged him behind him, and took himself into his arms.

He smelled the wind, and he also looked at this abandoned ancient ruin, his eyes faintly smiling.

"It's okay, I just think this seems familiar... I didn't expect that there is such an ancient building on our tomb." Wang Xiaoma looked at the traces of fire left over and didn't know why it was so uncomfortable.

Unfamiliar emotions stuck in his throat, could not rise or fall, and inexplicably felt sentimental.

"This is a bit like my dream place..."

"You thought about it, Brother, did you forget? The sect was okay when we were killed. How could they have something to do?" He looked down at Wang Xiaolai and said, "The vicinity of this place is where the spiritual energy gathers. Unfortunately, it was once occupied by a group of dross. Later I solved them and built an underground palace in this place."

"Brother, did you say that I did something good? Huh?"

Wang Xiaoma looked at the cruelly absent nods of those buildings: "...It was indeed a good thing."

The wind slowly opened the corners of his lips, and a soft and beautiful face showed a greasy smile. His eyes were fixed on Wang Xiao's raised brows, watching him feel a little bit of pain in his discomfort!

Brother, look, all the dross that opposes us is dead, and all the dirty pickles are burnt to ashes by me. I am here to build an underground palace, so that even if they die, we must see that we will always be there. together……

"Don't look at the sleep lamp." The night gloomed with the evil ghost's smug expression, and said the gentlest words with the most evil expression. "There's nothing to look at, it's messy here, shall we go there and wait for the sunrise?"

"Ah? All right." Wang Xiaoma rubbed his chest, and was surrounded by a big tree in the distance. There were a few stone benches under the tree, and the stone table had been broken.

Wen Feng took out his handkerchief to dry the dust and sat side by side with Wang Xiaomei.

This big tree is lush and wilted, and the thick branches that can't be embraced will not be a problem even if it is climbing.

The wind in the mountains blew over, and Wang Xiaoba sniffed the fresh fragrance of the trees and trees on the tip of his nose, feeling depressed and swept away, and finally feeling excited.

I don’t know why I just feel cool when I sit here, as if this big tree will be air-conditioned.

"The wind blows, what kind of tree is this, with a chilling fresh smell, like a mint tree!"

The wind froze for a moment. When the narrow eyes were on the side of the head, there was a flash of unexplained smile caught in the depth of the eye. He gently swept over Wang Xiaomao, and he propped up his chin with wide sleeves and fell down. Pale arms and slender fingers are exposed.

He lengthened his tone and said softly, "This tree is just an ordinary tree. Brother thinks it's cool because..."

Wang Xiaoba: "Because of what?"

"Because this tree is the place where I hanged the dregs... 173 people were hanging on the tree and fluttering in the wind, and there was a branch broken, oh yes, when their neck was hanged It will hang its head and look at the people under the tree, um, it's quite interesting. Oh~"

Wang Xiaoma: "..."

Me, me, lying trough!

There was a cool breeze blowing behind him, as if there was a kind of sight staring behind him...

Wang Xiaoba screamed and jumped up. When he just wanted to run, Wen Feng stretched his arms and strangled his waist to embrace his arms. When Wang Xiaoma wanted to break free, he heard Wen Feng's laughter.

"I lied to you," he said.

The black pupil occupies most of the eyes, watching the expression of panic in the arms of the deer, and the strong pity and love tumbling in it.

"Haha, you are so cute."

Cute your uncle! Wang Xiaoma rubbed the goose bumps that came out of him.

"Scary will scare the dead if you know it!"

"But Senior Brother died long ago."

"...Believe me or not, I bite you." Just how long is your mouth? !

I still don’t know how? !

Wang Wang Wang!

Wang Xiaoba grinned at his teeth and waved his fists, but was held by his hand. He was full of interest and kissed some blue and white cool fingertips, blinking at the expression of Wang Xiaoba's instantaneous hair.

"Okay, where is the bite?"

"..."

You look forward to a yarn! he~tui!

He couldn't make a break in Wenfeng's arms, and heard Wenfeng's voice rang from the top of his head: "Today I have a purpose for you, sleep light, you see."

A small pair of golden scissors and red hair covered with blond hair was taken out by Wen Feng and put on Wang Xiaoma's palm.

"Have you heard the hair..."

"Endless living is not what I want, what I want is to be a married couple with you for life..."

"Everything is close to each other, no matter what we become, we will not give up, and we will put each other in my heart. Brother I said that you wait for me, and I will definitely come back to marry you."

"I did it. Are you willing to fulfill your original promise to marry me and be my wife?"

The thick mountain fog is like turbulent white sea water, the stars in the sky are fading, and the moon is about to go.

A few rays of orange light, with the heat dispelling the cold and cold, projected on them in a red dress...

At this moment, his expression was so warm, his eyes narrowed, and the expression on his face was not always savage, too soft and handsome face was enough to dazzle.

Wang Xiao blew for a moment, as if he saw the child in the college who insisted on marrying his brother. At this moment, he had the illusion that he had loved this man for a long time...

"You have already thought about it." Wang Xiao sighed and took the scissors.

"It's my obsession to be a married couple with you in the sun, and you're so bright. All I do is for this day. You wake up and say,'I promise you.'"

Wen Feng lowered his eyes, and for the first time showed a kind of sad smile that made him sad, he lowered his eyes to see Wang Xiaozai, making Wang Xiaoma feel like he was crying.

In fact, he may not even know what he is doing. His expression always carries a harshness, whether it is when hugging or kissing, or even smiling.

With all the dreams that seemed to be broken in the next second, he would end up with anyone.

Wang Xiaoba has long seen that this is not a gentle person, but he is hopelessly drunk in the infatuated eyes that see the wind and see him...

I really am a love-controlling dog.

Wang Xiaoma smiled bitterly and stretched out his hand to pull the two people's long hair together. In this pose, they tied a strand of hair with a hair band, and the long black hair was mixed together.

Wang Xiaomao's hair is softer and thinner, and his hair is harder than others.

It is often said that people with soft hair have good tempers, and people with hard hair have ideas.

The sun gradually rises, all the surrounding things begin to recover, the trees and trees lift the green leaves like a piece of jade, the drops of water fall from the leaves, and the birds gently whisper in the fresh air...

The golden orange light shone up...

The person behind hugs the person sitting on the lap, rests his head on the neck of the other person, slowly shakes his body and chants the hoarse old tune in a low voice, watching the person being hugged around the two with thin fingers Braided her hair into a thin braid.

The golden scissors cut off the thick braid of the little finger, and they were entangled by a red hair band.

The singing stopped, and the arm that had heard the wind tightly hugged his body from behind, and the braid was held tightly by his hand.

"Sleep lamp, you call me the wind..."

Wang Xiaoma was a little shy, but he still shouted, "The wind blows..."

"Sleep lamp, you said you love me..." The mute voice seemed to change tone.

Wang Xiao blew for a long time before whispering: "Me, me, what... I love you."

The last two words were inaudible, and the people behind did not respond for a long time. Just when Wang Xiaomei thought that Wenfeng had not heard, a drop or two fell on his face and shoulder...

Ok? It's raining?

Wang Xiaoma wanted to reach out and pick up. He suddenly looked up and said, "The wind is over, it's raining--"

"Don't look!"

The cold palm covered Wang Xiaoma's eyes.

Wang Xiaomei stared down, staring back in his mind at all times. The indifferent face lost its usual disguise in any way, revealing the hopelessness and sorrow that seemed to be pushed into the cliff, the black eyes. A scene filled with transparent liquid...

I cried when I heard the wind.

That was no expression of tears of joy.

why?

He said clearly, why?

For a long time, the person behind released him and stood up, carefully releasing the long strand of arms into his arms, and putting on his face again with a gentle disguise, saying: "Let's go, brother, we should go back..."

After being dragged away for a long time, Wang Xiao pursed his lips and asked softly, "Do you want the feeling of a sleeping lamp... or mine..."

The person in front stopped, and then the hand held was harder.

"What do you mean, you are you, sleep lamp, we are home..."

Looking at the broad shoulders in front, Wang Xiao sighed.

My heart is cold.

[The author has something to say: there will always be a struggle between you and me.

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