The first thousand three hundred and fortieth chapters dream
Here is a vast wilderness, with one autumn wind blowing across the earth. The whirlwind blowing from bottom to top in the open area has rolled up one fiery red maple leaf after another.
In this desolation, there is no life at all.
Perhaps, this place was not desolate and desolate in the past. On both sides of the pipeline, there was lush green grass and undiminished green shade.
The city wall is not dilapidated, it is impregnable, it is surrounded by a river with rippling blue waves, and it is not the clearly visible cracks in the dry basin now.
This is like the sound of wind playing a piano, falling on the ears of the person standing on the mountain, making his expression more complicated.
"How long has it been here?"
The city wall is covered with traces of time. The dried crimson rust stains are the splashes of blood from the past. There are more than one such trace.
Instead, there were tens of thousands, even hundreds of thousands of them, almost contaminating the entire city wall.
What exactly happened here back then.
This city covers a very large area, and you can see signs of beautiful buildings and jade buildings everywhere. Although it is dilapidated now, you can vaguely see the traces of those years ago.
It was once a prosperous and prosperous city, but now it is desolate and desolate. It is like a dead city.
In the blink of an eye, year after year has passed, and I don’t know how many years have passed. This man only knows that there are no birds and insects in the world. He only knows that along with the cold wind, he feels frustrated and extremely depressed, as if he has lost his life.
What.
It seems that something very important has been lost.
Look for things that you can't find no matter how you look.
The man stood on that mountain for a long time. Behind him, there seemed to be a shadow that had been standing there. There was also a touch of red that was gradually rendering the white clouds. The rays of light stretched his figure to an extremely long length.
But the man didn't seem to notice. At this moment, he was looking into the distance with all his heart.
It was as if he had been here before. He was a wanderer who returned after decades, only to find that the appearance of his hometown had changed drastically, and no trace of the past could be found.
The difference is that those wanderers will eventually find a few old friends who were their childhood playmates, but they are no longer seeing the old people, but seeing the old people. However, this man is the complete opposite.
This city can no longer feel the passage of time. It has reached its twilight years and many years have passed, and it can no longer lament and lament.
This city is dead. It is an empty city. A dead city. One person and one city, becoming more and more desolate in the setting sun.
Suddenly, the clouds fell in vain, and the sounds from all directions became faster and faster, like sudden rain and wind, and like the harmonious music of harp and harp, which sounded extremely sad and moving.
After listening to a heart-wrenching song, the man's mind unconsciously drifted far away, and he felt helpless and helpless.
He seemed to have seen a scene. It was someone walking towards the old city wall that was full of mottled marks.
With every step the man took, the man's ears seemed to hear the sound of thundering drums, the galloping of thousands of horses, the clanging of weapons, and the sound of killing.
At this moment, in this man's ears, there was only the overwhelming sound of war raging in all directions.
But at the next moment, the world seemed to have stopped. The original shouts of killing fell silent for a moment. Even the world became dark.
However, this darkness is short-lived after all. When it first comes, there is a ray of light that shines on the city wall like fireworks, like a paving bridge between heaven and earth.
That is a fairy bridge, and what are the people walking on that fairy bridge if they are not goddesses from the nine heavens?
This silence is precisely because of the woman on the bridge.
The man's eyes gradually converged. It was because he saw the woman that he became increasingly complicated and unspeakable.
He seemed to have seen the beautiful night scene that belonged to a woman, and was filled with joy. He also seemed to have seen the Shura realm for that woman, and the eternal promise that had been promised in the past could not escape that empty dream in the end.
The man's gaze was fixed there. Fixed in the depths of the road and bridge.
She is the most beautiful queen in the world, the most beautiful princess in the world. She is dragging her red gown to the ground, the most beautiful bride in the world.
She walked onto the city wall and saw such a tragic scenery for the first time.
Thousands of troops and horses came to the city.
The moment she appeared, all the sunset in the sky fell on her.
Everyone's eyes also fell on her.
However, she never lowered her head or looked back at the eyes. Instead, she looked into the distance, looking for a man.
Looking for the man who made her fall in love with him, miss him every day, and who also caused the destruction of her country and her family.
However, she never had any resentment in her heart, she just wanted to see him again.
Love is crazy and obsessed. Even if it is impossible to recover, you will still be willing to continue as before. Even if it is fruitless in the end, you will still be addicted to the end.
This is really hard to understand. No one will understand the meaning of such madness if they never experience this scene again. Even if the stars hold the moon, it is like the dazzling Emperor Concubine in the scorching sun at dusk.
I also fell into it.
She is only willing to look back at one person, even if that person hurts her all over.
If this makes sense, then love cannot be called love.
The love in her heart flows like a tide, as heavy as a mountain, and will not waver at all. However, it will end in regret.
Her eyes finally fell on the man standing on the mountain.
It seems like countless years have passed.
Found him.
Time seems to stand still.
His expression was gloomy. He detected love, pity, and various complex emotions in the woman's eyes, but there was no hatred.
What the man knows is that the hatred from that time is deeply rooted in his heart and is difficult to wash away.
His encounters and experiences, whether in dreams or out of dreams, are all rooted in my heart.
However, she used her hot blood and warm soul to try to wash away the hatred in his heart.
Finally, a strong wind blew through, setting off a corner of fireworks. Then, they burned the city wall and burned away the dream of the past.
"Obviously we are in heaven and on earth, but we have fallen into hell. Even if your body is broken to pieces, you will still be with me. Even if I am at the gate of the city, you will not be afraid of loving me in this life."
The man let out a long sigh, his expression became more and more confused, and he felt sad in his heart.
"The bright moon, the bright moon."
The past has been burned away, and it’s time for him to leave. In and out of dreams, this is all sad. Perhaps, it’s still in a dream.
However, in the dream, the bright moon's love will never go away. Even if it has sunk, the love will turn into the wind, float into his hair, wrap around his heart, and always be with him.
The man murmured, turned around and looked behind the sound, and murmured softly.