Charming beauty

In the hollow above the moon, there are few zither sounds coming from the fallen leaf pavilion, which is full of colorful fragrance. red.

Under the swaying tree, a jug of wine was placed on the blue stone table. The body of the bottle was smooth and round, reflecting a faint light. There was also a lyre beside the wine. The strings were straight and tight, crystal clear and transparent. , glowing softly and coldly under the moonlight.

Nalan Mei sat at the table in a white dress, plucking the strings with her slender and crystal-clear fingers, the sound of the piano was quiet, very gentle, disorganized, seemingly nothing, even in this silent night, she still couldn't hear it clearly, But those who listened attentively outside the wall could hear the sadness, loneliness, and reluctance hidden in the sound of the piano.

"Brother..."

Nalan Hu leaned against the cold wall, staring at the bright moon in the sky, and his bright eyes were slowly covered with a layer of water.

In a haze, he seemed to recall a few scenes many years ago, when he was hunted down by his enemies and fell to an unknown place with scars. At that time, it was winter, it was snowing, and it was very cold. He curled up weakly in the snow Moaning, the severe injury and high fever made his consciousness blurred, and finally he gradually fell into a coma. Before he fell into darkness, he thought he was sure to die.

Three months later, he woke up, and the one who rescued him was a beautiful young man with a delicate face, Shengxue's skin, always gentle eyes, and an always light and elegant smile at the corners of his mouth. The self who smashed tables and chairs randomly, always looked at with a doting smile, and never reprimanded.

So, he felt that he was too much, so he became obedient, so he began to try to communicate with him, so he knew his name—Nalan Mei, who is like him, Mei, charms the world.

Under Nalan Mei's careful care, he seemed to have forgotten the bloody memory in his memory, and the careful Nalan Mei never asked about his origins. When he faltered and asked him why he didn't ask himself, the boy But he smiled slowly and rubbed his hair, and said with a gentle smile: "The past is gone, and the future is the most important thing. I don't ask you, I just want you to forget the past and start a new life. From now on, you will be with me." My surname is Nalan."

"Nalan..."

He was stunned, but Nalan Mei smiled and thought deeply.

"What's your name? You're still young, and you'll have a long time to come. Why don't you call me Jiu, Nalan Jiu, how about it?"

"Long?…"

His eyes flickered for a moment, he stared at Nalan Mei's alluring face, thought for a moment, then nodded almost invisible, but finally stubbornly changed the character "Jiu" into "镹", he told Nalan, his real name is Wu, so it was the first time he saw Nalan Mei showing sad eyes.

At that time, Nalan Mei was 13 years old and he was eight years old.

In the days that followed, he began to cling to Nalan Mei like a child, and Nalan Mei didn't feel uncomfortable, and still gently taught him piano, chess, calligraphy, painting, poetry, songs, and martial arts. Get to know Nalan Mei, know how perfect this gentle person is.

By Nalan Mei's side, life passed peacefully. When he was ten years old, Nalan Mei accepted him as an apprentice instead of his master, and then changed his address from "Brother Mei" to "Senior Brother".

Over the past few years, his feelings for Nalan Mei have gradually transformed from initial admiration to dependence on relatives, and finally evolved into deep love. He only has two fathers in his memory and no other relatives, so he wants to Always be by this person's side, and never leave him for the rest of his life, even if he is unreasonably clinging to him as a younger brother.This idea, for many years, he has not changed.

However, he didn't want to embarrass him...

The slightly cold air eroded Nalan's body, he shivered slightly, and then squatted down with his body hugged, his delicate face was buried between his legs, his thin shoulders twitched, it was easy to see that he was crying Just because he bit his lip, the sound didn't come out.

However, he is reluctant to...

The sound of the piano was rustling, and the night wind was cold, blowing over the thin figure standing silently on the courtyard wall.

The shadow of the crabapple tree by the courtyard completely covered his figure, and the cold breath seemed to merge with the night.He stood upright, his pure black eyes stared deeply at the person who squatted in the corner of the wall and twitched his shoulders and wept. Qianqian, a person who plays the piano leisurely.

The moonlight shone softly on that man, dyeing him in a clean white robe with a light halo, and his exquisite side face appeared blurred and hazy under the faint moonlight, revealing another kind of beauty. Unreal beauty.He was sitting upright, staring intently at the guqin in his hand, his eyes were as gentle as water, his fingers were lightly twirling and flawless, and his simple clapping movements showed all the elegance in the world.

He has obtained the most perfect everything in the world, piano, chess, books, paintings, poems, words, songs, fu, astronomy, geography, everything is perfect, even the martial arts he is most proud of, in his eyes, is nothing more than With a few simple actions, he should be satisfied, shouldn't he?But why...

Yuedu stood silently.

He knelt at the foot of the mountain for half a month, motionless, and Nalan Mei didn't pick him up until today's sunset, and told him that Huan was back. Overjoyed, he swept away the fatigue and anger of the past few days, and after a few brisk walks After rushing up the mountain, in order not to let Fu Wan see his distressed appearance, he also carefully washed himself and put on the clean clothes that Nalan Mei had prepared for him.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he went out, he saw Nalan Man wearing unlined clothes and going out with a sad expression on his face. He naturally followed behind Nalan Man, and then saw the scene just now.

Wu Wan is crying!Cried for that man!No matter what the reason is, no matter who it is, they are not qualified to cry!The iron is his!

A cold light appeared in his eyes, and a burst of anger gushed out of his chest!

When he came back to his senses, he had already rushed into the courtyard, and his right palm was slashing towards the quiet and elegant white shadow with a condensed right palm. Mei's body is not far away.