Kuai Chuan Zhi Won't Love You Again

In the 13th year of Hongyuan, winter.

This year's winter came very early, the cold wind swept the white snow, and the land was vast.The cold wind howled, the branches shook, and the fine snowflakes shook gently to the ground.In the vast distance, the brown soft soil is covered by white, and as far as the field of vision is concerned, the pure white snow shines dazzlingly in the sun.

Three months ago, Mianshan ushered in the first snow of this year. The heavy snow that just stopped a few days ago did not stop the chill surrounding Lishan.The winter snow is thick and tightly wraps the inaccessible land. Snakes are looking for suitable caves to hibernate. Wild wolves are stepping briskly, and the prey in their mouths is whining weakly.A few birds flitted across the sky, and with a scream, they suddenly melted into the pale gray curtain.

The sky will be dark, and the brilliance of the eyes in the twilight will gradually dim.The mountain wind is like an old woman who is about to die stretching out her pale and weak hands. Her untrimmed nails grab the warm sun on the horizon, kneading and pulling it until it leaves the boundary of the sky.So the sky became darker, and the sun shed pink warm blood, swaying freely along the outline of the mountain, like a huge white butterfly spreading its speckled wings in the cry of the wind.The mountain became more and more quiet, the dry branches curled up because of the cold, and the first howl of the wolves ushered in another carnival from Lishan.

In the depths of the mountain, in a place that no one knows, dense vines hang at the entrance of the cave. Even if the cold wind is rampant outside, it also pulls its green face and smiles sweetly.Walking along the gloomy candlelights on both sides, and turning around several winding corners, one can see a world with a unique cave.

On the left side of the stone room, there is a stone table and a small round stone bench.There is a Guqin on the table, and a cup of hot tea beside the Guqin. The steam is curling up like a layer of tulle floating on the Guqin.On the right side of the stone room is a wooden bookshelf. The bookshelf is divided into upper, middle and lower layers. There are about five compartments from left to right.There are different books on each floor, some are neatly arranged, some are scattered abruptly, and some books have been pulled out halfway, but they have not been taken away, so half of their bodies are stuck in the bookshelf, The other half stood alone, like a lonely old horse facing a high and deep cliff.

In the center of the room was a man kneeling.He was wearing a coarse cloth blouse, with dark red blood on his elbows, the cold outside could not break into the room, but the mottled blood on the blue slate made people feel a bit chilly.The man's eyes are looking forward.Ahead, the warm candlelight flickered lightly, under the cover of strings of purple beads, looming.The woman is singing, which is left over from the distant time, the tune is long and powerful.As the night deepened, the woman's singing gradually quieted down, and the candlelight obediently stopped its meaningless twisting. The beads were crystal clear, and occasionally collided with each other to make a "pop" sound.The man's pleading echoed in the mountain room, but was also hidden in the sound of running water "squeaking" in front of his eyes.

"Goddess Goddess, I beg you, please let me out and let me see my wife for the last time!" The man opened his two palms, palms against the cold ground, begging and kowtow.Boom, boom, boom, every sound seems to hit people's hearts.

The sound of water finally stopped. The woman took a dark green dress from the barrel and put it on. The black belt was pulled out from the sleeve and tied in a knot.The woman turned around, revealing half of her masked face.A pair of dark green eyes, the broken hair in front of the forehead is close to the forehead, water drops fall from the middle, slide down the bridge of the nose, slide halfway, and disappear into the golden mask.The woman's eyelashes are very long, slightly curved, her eyes are as bright as stars, but a few hairs are scattered, covering the invisible pupils.She touched the mask on her face, the hollowed-out mask, half was hard, half was soft skin.

"Tomorrow night, it will be cold night." The woman spoke, her voice was clear and tender, like a child.A voice as clear as pearls and jade, with a bit of inhumanity in its gentleness.She turned around, and the green dress dragged on the ground, drawing a wavy arc.The woman opened the scattered bead curtains and walked calmly on the stone slabs, with graceful steps, like a goddess.

The kneeling man seemed to come back to his senses suddenly.What landed in front of him was a pair of feet.The woman didn't wear shoes, she stepped onto the cold stone surface with her bare feet, her pale skin was reflected on the smooth ground, and every blood vessel was clearly visible.Her feet are beautiful, each toe is like a white jade carefully enshrined in a jewelry store, the nails are also smooth and flat, and every curved arc seems to be just right.But now, this piece of jade was stained with the dust of the world, the gray soil and the moss clinging to the cracks stirred her slowly flowing blood, trying to attract her attention.The woman stretched out her arms, and the wide sleeves suddenly opened and fell, and a pair of hands protruded from the sleeves, gently pinching the man's chin, through the warm skin, as if touching his jawbone.

The woman looked into his eyes and slowly opened her mouth, every word was calm, "Tomorrow night, I will send you away, your wife is not yet alive, I will cure her, I will make her the same as before, You do not have to worry about."

"But, but, Goddess, it's been three months..." The man looked back into her eyes, and vomited out his thoughts in a daze.As soon as the words came out of his mouth, he immediately closed his mouth, lowered his head regretfully, and stared blankly at the floor.

The woman chuckled, and she stroked the man's chin provocatively, "You should know, this is Sleeping Mountain."

Sleeping Mountain, the legendary realm of the void.From west to east, the mountains stretch for tens of thousands of miles, and there are many kinds of plants and creatures, each of which has the effect of prolonging life.Legend has it that there are immortals guarding here, in charge of the four seasons of Mianshan, and guiding all kinds of birds and animals that grow here to become immortals.If you want to ask for something, you might as well go deep into Mianshan. If a fairy appears, your wish will come true.It was after hearing these legends that the man traveled thousands of miles to come here regardless of the villagers' obstruction, and only prayed to find the gods to save his dying wife Jiefa.The fairy did not appear, but this mysterious woman claimed to be the master of the mountain. She said that she could help him, but there was always a price.

Immortals are sympathetic to all living beings, is there any condition for saving people?Men do not understand.But he couldn't bear to see his wife suffer any longer. They were still young and had too many wishes unfulfilled.Just thinking of what the goddess did with him, the man couldn't help shaking his shoulders.

"Follow me." After the woman finished speaking, she put her hands back into her sleeves, her side face was still sacred, full of unattainable heights.The man stood up and followed behind.He wiped the blood from his face, and stepped on the undried blood on his worn-out cloth shoes.As soon as the two of them left, there were green vines vines, and the green leaves wiped the bloody stone slab. After a while, the leaves became fatter and the blood stains disappeared.

In the inner room of the stone room, the hot water was still steaming, and the steam soaked the hangers beside it, and the old clothes were also stained with moisture.The woman leaned on the man and looked at him quietly.

"God, Goddess...I..." The man tilted his head, his lips were still trembling.

The woman squeezed his face with great strength. "It won't hurt, right?" Although the tone was gentle, the man trembled even more.

The woman took off the mask.The moment the golden color was separated, a faint purple light was emitted from the woman's body.In an instant, the woman's body was covered with deep purple markings, covering her face, neck, and arms in layers, and every part of her body was printed with purple marks like spells.The woman lowered her head, sharp fangs sprouted from her mouth, and with a "chuck", the fangs cut into the man's neck, and a steady stream of blood poured into his throat.

That night, the man's wailing was still heard for a long, long time.The rapid loss of blood made his face turn pale, and his body shriveled like a mummified corpse.The woman straightened up, and a stream of blood slowly flowed from the corner of her mouth.

She glanced back at the man lying on the bed.The man's breath was weak, as if he had died.She raised her lips, flicked her sleeves, and a green light appeared and enveloped him.The green light flickered, silently nourishing the man's body and soul.

She is not a god.

The woman went out and sat on the stone bench.The tea is not cold, and the strings of the Guqin are as thin as gossamer. "Zheng~" The woman played the piano, and the cold sound of the piano echoed in the room.In the beginning, it was a gurgling spring, tinkling happily, and everything grew, drawing strength from the sun.Later, a heavy snow fell, snowflakes covered the boundless, the springs were frozen, the sun fell, and the cold brought death and endless sleep.Winter lasted for a long time, as if lingering for thousands of years.The night is cold and windy, and the moonlight drifts everywhere with the wind.Thousands of miles of mountains, now turned into a dead tomb.Inside and outside the sound of the zither, there is a vast expanse of snow, and there is still a quiet night where the moonlight cannot be seen.

"Qing—" the sudden voice broke the cold piano sound.

The strange man stretched out his hand and held her hand that pressed the piano.Both hands were equally cold.The man looked at her worriedly, "Qing, what's wrong with you? Did that human make you angry?"

"No." The woman withdrew her hand and smiled at him.This is a gentle and kind smile, full of trust and tolerance.The man also laughed happily when he saw this, as if he had lifted a big stone in his heart.He carefully observed the other person's face, and was very relieved to see that the woman had returned to her original appearance. He clapped his hands and said, "Qing, have all the miasma on your body disappeared?"

The woman called "Qing" heard the words and drew a mirror in mid-air, and a familiar face was reflected on the bronze mirror.She hadn't seen this face for a long time. She touched her face with a dull expression.The man didn't speak either, just looked at her quietly.After a long time, the woman removed the mirror and gently plucked the strings with her fingers, "Tianwei, has it been 1000 years?"

Qin Weiran turned his gaze to the Guqin in front of him, and murmured, "Yeah, it's been 1000 years, time flies so fast."

While playing the piano absently, Qing talked to the other party, "Tomorrow night is cold again, I want to go out for a while."

"To the world?"

"Ah."

Qin Weiran frowned, puzzled, "Qing, why didn't you keep him? If you find it inconvenient, I can let him live longer. As long as you want."

"No need." Qing interrupted him, "He has already paid the price, and now it's time for me to fulfill my promise." Qing was afraid that he would do something earth-shattering again when he got agitated, so she could only comfort him softly, "You know Yes, I just want to get rid of the miasma, I have no other ideas."

Qin Weiran was silent, and then asked Qing something she couldn't think of, "Then... will you come back?"

Qing thought a little self-deprecatingly, could time really be a good medicine?Otherwise, how could such an ignorant person like Qin Weiran become so shrewd?

"Will be back."

Will come back naturally.Mianshan is her home, and she has been here for thousands of years.However, before returning, it is best to realize the long-cherished wish in my heart.

A relaxed smile appeared on Qin Weiran's face.He was originally a handsome man, with such a smile, his purple eyes were like shining gems.He held Qing's hand, half pleading and half doubting, "Qing, it's the same now again, you won't cry anymore, will you?"

Tilt back to hold his hand, with slender fingers and clasped hands.She replied in a low voice, "No, I don't have... so many tears to shed."