Shura smiles

Yunfei's eyes were a little dim, he didn't turn his head to look at Luo Lian, he just watched the large expanses of white clouds fly past, watching them drift by carelessly, and then they went together and then separated.

He raised his head, propped his hands on the floor, and leaned his head against the door, as if he was talking to Luo Lian, or talking to himself.

"My grandfather likes the flute, he said that the sound of the flute will have a different touch in the clouds, and the master also plays the flute, and his skills are extraordinary, but he said that his flute will never be as good as his grandfather's casualness.

My father said my grandfather was very gentle, but I never saw him.He said that people in the Qin family can't always be with the person they love, they always miss it, they always look on the sidelines, and they can't see that person looking back for a lifetime. This is our destiny, and our destiny is to wait. "

"Lian'er, my destiny is to wait for you, to wait for you for the rest of my life, until you are happy, but happiness does not include me."

Luo Lian heard every word, but he didn't know how to respond, and couldn't say a word.Maybe he wasn't waiting for his own response, but just talking to himself.

Yunfei closed his eyes, took a deep breath of the mist, and smiled slightly, as if he had returned to the usual image of the handsome city lord. "Lian'er, let me show you something."

Yunfei took out the music score from last night and spread it out.Luo Lian read it carefully, thought for a while, and said to Yunfei: "Yunfei, help me get the pipa." There seemed to be some joy in his eyes.

"I knew you would like it. I will accompany you. How about you singing? ——Little Stone, set up the score."

"No need, I've written it down." Luo Lian hugged the pipa and smiled.

The sound of flute is the main melody, and occasionally a few sounds of pipa are scattered among them, as clear as running water.

"You laugh at me plucking strings like a beauty across the clouds,

I see you draw bridges and step over bluestone slabs,

You wield your sword and accompany me to watch the flowers bloom a few times,

I trace a few cherry blossoms and ethereal silk umbrellas.

I have struggled for two lifetimes, tossing and turning, looking forward to both ends,

You smell the pipa but you don’t see me, I’m here with an umbrella,

Sakura Bridge Tranquil You ask me how happy I am?

I said you first accompany me to cross the creek in a boat,

You don't want to be hard-dried by the early spring dew.

The night is as cold as water and you are still sleeping on the banks of the Valley of Flowers,

The cherry blossom mounds are stacked up and waiting for me to wear them.

Open your eyes in the next life and you are still by my side.

Blooming flowers, blood mist, cherry blossoms falling into the abyss of glass,

Ying Lian's life is summed up in a few brief words,

Struggling for two lives, I just want to take you to see Jiang Chuan,

How many times did Mu Yunfan sleep in the dream?

In the dream of blood flowers, look at the blue moon and blue together,

In your eyes the night is as cold as water I am sleeping in the creek,

The fragments in the brain are fragments.

The prophecy fairy said that loving you is just a dream,

Is it possible to live like this without waking up?

If we wake up thinking it was just a dream,

Can I ask you to fall in love with me when we first met?

......"

This song has appeared in dreams too many times, too many times.

"Lian'er, which one do you like more than the original lyrics of "Not Seeing Chang'an"?"

"Of course it's "Not Seeing Chang'an". Such a beautiful picture can't be outlined in just a few words. As you said, it's too sad. It's like being there, trekking mountains and rivers with the singer, watching the long road. I can’t afford to listen to it repeatedly, otherwise I’m afraid I’m going to dream of breaking Chang’an. And this poem is more straightforward, somehow, like my dream, every sentence emerges, exactly the same as what I saw in my dream. I don’t know who it is What about the changed word?"

"Uh, I really don't know about it. I brought it from the Library Pavilion, and it was sandwiched in a pile of ancient books. I happened to see it. I thought you would like it, so I brought it here. If you like it, I can give it to you. "

Luo Lian was a little curious, subconsciously wanting to know the origin of this word.

"Yunfei, can you show me the book you brought back from the library? Maybe I can learn the origin of this word."

It was rare to see something Luo Lian liked, so Qin Yunfei immediately agreed. "Of course you can. It just so happens that you are inconvenient. It's good to read a book to relieve fatigue."

"Little Shitou, follow me to move the books."

In less than a while, Qin Yunfei and Xiao Shitou brought in two stacks of books.They were all old books, but they were well preserved in the basement and not damaged in the slightest.

"Lian'er, it's all here, if you have nothing to do, just look through it."

Luo Lian was attracted by a Molan paper-covered scripture book, picked it up and flipped through a few pages, and it was the "Sutra of Metaphors".

Open it casually, it tells the story of the Emperor of Heaven marrying his wife.

"In the past, there was an Asura king named Rahu (Zhiri), who gave birth to a daughter who was dignified and beautiful, with extraordinary beauty and a very strange appearance. There were 64 kinds of female virtues, all of which were complete. When she spoke, the smell she exhaled was like a bowl. The fragrance of Luohua, the smell from the pores of her body is better than the fragrance of the ox head sandalwood. Her complexion is rosy, and her skin is like jade. No one who has seen her does not like her.

After Emperor Shi Tian heard about it, he thought in his heart: "Although there are many jade girls in the heavenly palace, they are also very dignified and beautiful, but none of them can compare with the daughter of King Asura. Now I want to mobilize the heavenly soldiers and generals to attack King Asura and capture them. His daughter, be my princess."

Emperor Shitian then sent Zheyi, the god of music, to carry musical instruments, and set off with strict driving to the palace of Asura.After arriving, he first played the qin and sang to praise the joy of heaven and man, and then stated his intention to marry the daughter of King Ashura, and said to King Ashura: "If you don't marry your daughter to God, God will lead the heavenly soldiers and generals to take it by force."

Unexpectedly, because Luohouluo was angry with Emperor Shitian for deceiving people too much, he not only expelled Leshen from the palace, but also immediately sent troops to attack Tianren.When the brave Asura captured the Heavenly Palace, Emperor Shitian held the Prajna Paramita mantra, and the Asura army was killed and retreated steadily, so they had to retreat into the lotus root to hide.Just after Di Shitian kidnapped all the Asura women, Rahula sent an envoy to negotiate, pointing out that Di Shitian, as a disciple of Buddha, should not break the precepts and steal.

After several negotiations between the two parties, several agreements were finally reached. Di Shitian admitted that he had committed the precept of stealing, and was willing to return the daughter of Asura, and presented the heavenly nectar; Disciples of the Buddha, this battle has finally come to a successful conclusion. "

Qin Yunfei read this paragraph last night.At this moment, Luo Lian was concentrating, as if fascinated, sucked into the book.

"I never thought that the King of the Trao Li Heaven would act so recklessly." Qin Yunfei laughed.

Luo Lian also just smiled, feeling tired and groggy, as if about to faint, Yun Fei hurriedly helped him to bed and lie down.

****——

On New Year's Eve, the long street in Huadu is always bustling with joy.The east wind puts flowers and thousands of trees at night, and it blows down, and the stars are like rain.

Every town and every corner is telling its own story, and the prosperity of fireworks temporarily makes people forget that life will still wither.There are only bright purples and reds and bright stars in front of people's eyes.

The red ones are like flowers, the silver ones are better than snow, the purple ones are like the sea, and the ice blue ones are like deep pools.

Layer upon layer of flowers, numerous blooming fireworks.Blurred but not empty, unscrupulous and enviable.The pink fireworks are like cherry blossoms in March, blooming overnight, waiting for someone to pity them.Like a woman with a cold nature who fell in love with a man who met late, suddenly released all her beauty, and then rushed to the fire to die.

There are continuous sounds of firecrackers in my ears, beating the ear drums deeply and shallowly, tirelessly.It seems to say: Come and watch me dance, the flowering period is approaching, and tomorrow is the end of the world.

It's like a woman dancing on the other side of the river, she is singing "The Song of Yue People" in a language we don't understand.

"What evening is this evening, the boat is in the middle of the stream.

What day is today, I have to be in the same boat with the prince.

To be ashamed and disgusting, not to be ashamed.

I was so upset that I learned of the prince.

There are trees in the mountains and there are branches in the trees (knowledge). "

Fireworks said, you don't know my heart, you don't know why I gave my life for nothing, and I have to go back to the world.

The fireworks in Hundred Ghosts Flower Valley were also in full bloom. Luo Feng sat on the roof with Yinglian in his arms and watched them all night.Yinglian leaned against Luo Feng's arms, resting on his chest.

Luo Feng's eyes were full of doting, and his chin lightly rested on her hair, as if he could smell the fragrance of cherry blossoms.

"Lian'er, I must love you very much. Otherwise, I wouldn't always miss you in my dreams."

"I dreamed that you were holding a transparent umbrella with crimson cherry blossoms on it, your bangs were combed, and your hair was hanging down."

"I dreamed that the cherry blossoms were spread layer by layer on your umbrella, and you didn't care. Leaning against the tree trunk, wearing a white dress, leaning against the black tree trunk."

"Then, Lian'er, do you know? I called you, but you ignored me. In my dream, I couldn't touch you. You held an umbrella and looked sideways at the direction I was standing, but you couldn't see me."