Shura smiles

Luo Lian forgot when she fell asleep, her mind was dizzy, and she was stuck in a dream, so tired that she didn't have time to think about where she was.

Suddenly he felt the warm breath touching his eyebrows, as if he wanted to smooth the frowning brows, it was gentle and warm, bringing Luo Lian back to reality bit by bit, but he still didn't want to open his eyes, his eyelids were heavy, and he simply couldn't ignore him.

It's high in the sun again, and the Wind and Rain Building has started to operate. The actor and maid who hadn't seen last night reappeared from nowhere, singing and dancing again.

The two people on the bed still didn't get up.Qing'er didn't knock on the door either.

"Hey, let's sleep a little longer." Different from the domineering one just now, Luo Feng's tone was very gentle.

"En." Luo Lian no longer had the strength to say another word.

Luo Feng has already stood up, put on a white inner coat and a purple outer shirt.This man likes purple clothes. Ever since Luo Lian came to Baiguihuagu, Luo Feng threw away all the white clothes. The purple clothes in the closet are full of patterns. clothes are worthy of such a man.

The person Luo Feng loves must also love him, and all the things he loves.

With the sword on his waist, he leaned over and kissed Luo Lian's eyes, and the uncombed long hair poured down, sweeping Luo Lian's undressed body, itching.

"Today is the first day of the new year. I will send someone to pick you up on the fourteenth day. You rest first, and go back to the Hundred Ghosts Flower Valley in two days. I will take you to meet someone."

Luo Lian had fallen into drowsiness again, and only responded vaguely.

Immediately, only the sound of closing the door was heard, Luo Lian let out a soft breath, finally able to sleep well.

Infant Sword Villa.Small other courtyard.

The cherry blossoms are gone, the old trees are new green, the south wind blows in May, the sleeves are lingering, the water is warm and the wind is clear, and the willows are old.

The woman dances lightly, her slender wicker waist is swaying in the wind, the silver thread is tied obliquely, and the lotus sword cuts through the air and tramples on the grass.

The white clothes win the snow, like a fairy in the dust, the sword is cold and the light is cold, the early sun is slanting, and the eyes are misty.

But the Yinglian dance is not the Yingyan swordsmanship, it is the swordsmanship that Jianyan taught him and Yinglian back then, it is like a child's play, it does not hurt people, it is just beautiful.Briefly said: "You don't have enough internal strength to practice the Yingyan swordsmanship. This set of swordsmanship was created especially for you. It's just good-looking. You two dance together, it must be very good-looking!"

"Brother Yan, you just want to see me dance with Ying Lian for you to see, and you can watch by the side and feast your eyes!"

"Looks like I can't hide anything from Lian'er, haha..."

At that time, Yinglian was only 11 years old, in short.She didn't think about the future, but only remembered the time in front of her, which seemed to be frozen forever. At that time, she liked Jianyan and Yinglian, and her and Yinglian's preferences were always the same.

Most of the time, Yinglian is dancing the sword dance by herself, Jianyan is watching, and Yinglian is sitting on the stone bench, and there is a tea set or Guqin on the stone table.

Yinglian remembered that her brother's tea was always very gentle. He liked to make Fenghuang Dancong. Whenever he turned to look at him, he would always sit there by himself, heating the pot and warming the cup, brewing the tea and smelling the fragrance.When she was dancing the sword, Jian Yan and Ying Lian would look at her tenderly and smile approvingly from time to time.

One day, Yinglian was holding a book, which she brought from her father's study, and she ran to Jianyan excitedly: "Brother Yan, brother Yan, read this to me, I can't finish the words on it."

Jian Yan just came back from practicing, and there are still faint beads of sweat on her temples, seeing Yinglian coming, she doesn't care about grooming.

"Okay, I'll read it to you."

It is Li Bai's "Long Gan Xing"

"The concubine's first repayment, the drama in front of Zhehua's door. Lang rode a bamboo horse, and made greengages around the bed..."

"Brother Yan, what do these two sentences mean?"

Jian Yan smiled and patted Yinglian's head, the girl's bright black eyes seemed to be shining.

"This is a poem written by a woman to her husband. These two sentences recall the scene when they played together when they were young. It means: I remember when my bangs first covered my forehead, I often folded a flower and played in front of the door. Mr. Lang Jun He rode like a horse on a bamboo pole, holding a green plum in his hand and scrambling for the top spot in hot pursuit."

"Brother Yan, does husband mean husband? Then will brother Yan be my husband?"

"Uh, it's still too early, I'll tell you later. Let's move on to the next sentence. Living together in Changganli, the two have no suspicions..."

"I know this, it's about brother Yan, Yinglian and me!" Yinglian quickly interrupted Jianyan.

"Uh... This understanding should be correct. The next sentence is..., Lian'er, brother Yan is a little tired today, how about I read it to you another day?" Afraid that Yinglian will ask something again, the following sentence is not acceptable. explained it to her.

"Brother Yan, read it and read it. I know the following sentence, 'Fourteen is a gentleman's wife, and I have never lost my shame.? Bow your head to the dark wall, and you will never say it again.'? It means that I married you as a wife at the age of 14. , I didn’t dare to look up at you with a shy face. I lowered my head and looked at the corner of the room alone, and I didn’t want to look up no matter how many times you called. "

"Uh, Lian'er said it very well, so that's it for today, I'll go first!" In the blink of an eye, the white shadow drifted away, and there was no one left.

Jian Yan couldn't help taking a deep breath, it was really not easy to tell a little girl about marriage.

"Withered vines grow branches, it turns out that time has been wiped lightly."

When did it start to change?

Since when did you stop drinking tea with Ying Lian?

When I was very young, it was winter when it was snowing heavily, Ying Lian had a high fever, Jian Yan went out to the village with his father to run errands, and no one came to his room except for a nun who was waiting on him.

Accompanied by him, Yinglian knelt by the bed and looked at his flushed cheeks, frowning and talking nonsense all the time.In the dream, he kept calling "Lian'er" and "Brother Yan".

Yinglian grabbed his hand, and the two tender little hands were tightly held together, she could feel the heat from Yinglian's hand continuously.Just like that, I kept clutching my hands and fell asleep.People say that twins can feel each other's pain and happiness. In the dream, Yinglian felt that her whole body was hot, as if she was about to burn. When she woke up, she found herself lying on Yinglian's bed, sleeping next to him. The bedside watched them anxiously.

"How did this happen? Lian'er has always been in good health, but this time she and Lian'er got sick together. I think she was worried about her brother and caught a cold while sleeping by the bed."

Yinglian looked at her brother anxiously, and said with a smile, "Don't worry, Lianer's fever has subsided." Yinglian finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Looking at the sleeping Ying Lian, she suddenly felt that it was so nice to have someone who looked just like her, could feel each other's happiness and sorrow, and loved the same person.

That time when Ying Lian woke up, he didn't speak. No matter how much Jian Yan and Ying Lian teased him, he didn't open his mouth, but they were so anxious that Ying Lian kept his eyes open and looked at the candlestick on the table. Nao, just like this stalemate all afternoon, Yinglian was about to cry, she didn't know what her brother was thinking, but he was so far away from her, and his heart hurt, his heart must be in pain a hundred times.

In the evening, Yinglian didn't eat.Yinglian sat beside him, secretly weeping.Ying Lian raised her eyebrows and looked at Jian Yan who was standing there, and then at Ying Lian, the corners of her mouth slightly raised, her face was pale and frightening, her blue pupils were devoid of expression, that kind of smile was suffocating and sad .

It seemed to be talking to herself, but also seemed to be speaking to them. Yinglian's weak voice was very low, and the night was very quiet, so she could hear it clearly.

"In my dream, I was thinking, if I die like this, I won't be tortured by illness, and I won't grow old, and I will only keep these happy memories in my mind. Instead of living in such fear, I don’t know when I will die, so why don’t I find a way to disappear. My body shouldn’t stay here until now, but I am very happy, and you are always by my side, but I am also very scared. I am like this It is impossible to drag you down for the rest of your life. When Yinglian and I grow up one day, she will have someone she loves, she will leave, Jianyan will marry a wife, and he will leave. If I can survive At that time, when I wait for someone I love and love me, and is willing to stay with me, I will only be more sad, I will worry that I will die one day, I will be greedy for this world, and the person I love will also The person who loves me will also be tortured by my illness. He will worry about my death. When I die, I will worry about whether he will go with me or be alone for the rest of his life, but if he really listens to me If I marry another wife, I will never be reincarnated, how can he love someone else? How can he love someone else when he loves me?"