The first thousand three hundred and fifty-three chapters die
The wind at night is always a little colder than during the day. Similarly, people at night are always a little more sad.
In the night, a pool of clear water surges, reflecting the stars. It makes the sky and the world appear as one scene.
Thousands of lights are shining everywhere. On both sides of the Huaihe River, there are bells, lanterns, and passers-by walking, making it very lively.
Nights in the Jiangnan water town are always indispensable for excitement. But in someone's heart, even if the surroundings are noisy, it is difficult to calm the heart and bring back a person who has fallen into silence.
In this human galaxy, the lake water pushes a small boat.
On this small boat, there are three figures standing. Two men and one woman.
Among the men standing on the boat, one of them has a majestic air and eyes as clear as a spring. He is really a handsome and elegant man. The other one is slightly older and is a gentle and elegant middle-aged man.
The woman is dressed in jade clothes, with one corner of her clothes dancing in the wind. It is reflected in the water, as if the woman is really dancing like a butterfly.
Two men stood behind the jade-clad woman, silent and with different expressions.
The gentle middle-aged man looked at the young man, hesitating to speak. But the young man had a sad face and looked like he was crying.
The young man looked at the woman in jade, with a sad expression and a pale face. Two lines of tears fell from the corners of his eyes. How lonely he looked in the cold wind.
He knew that no matter how sad he cried, this woman would never change her mind, let alone turn around.
"Young Master...Miss Youluo...she's gone. She's gone, don't be sad." The middle-aged man thought about it for a long time and came up with this sentence.
"Son, my condolences..."
As he finished speaking, the middle-aged man suddenly heard the wind blowing faster, and there was also the miserable sound of rain.
The rain brought by the pear blossoms is not as good as the rain in front of me.
The young man was crying, crying loudly. Tears were streaming down his face.
"I thought that the lonely life was a thing of the past, but I never thought that I would still be reduced to this." The young man remained motionless, just raising his head.
Countless starlights fell on the earth and reflected on the lake, and the intersecting light fell on the young man's face, making his entire face sparkle like the surface of the lake.
"Sir..."
When the middle-aged man heard this, his heart trembled.
This seems to be a painting, a picture of frustration. It is a picture of this young man who has lost the most important thing and feels that life is hopeless.
There are many disappointments in this world, but only one kind of frustration can make a person unable to recover and live in confusion from then on.
The middle-aged man felt the full sadness from the young man's expression and those words, which were exaggerated in an instant. It was as if he was the same person who had fallen from the world.
"You don't need to say more... Now that Miss Youluo has gone, although I am still alive, my heart is dead and there is no point in living anymore. In this case, it is better to go with her."
The rain became heavier and heavier, eventually flowing over the entire face and soaking the top. The rain was really cold.
This late autumn is the first year since Ling Dabao lost Miss Youluo. The first day of the first year, to be precise, is less than a few hours.
The most frustrating thing in life is always inseparable from wine, a drink can relieve a thousand sorrows. Just when the young man came, he took away the wine tied to the rope.
He didn't speak, just picked up the wine bottle and took a sip.
There is wine in the jug. In the cool autumn and cold winter, a glass of wine can dispel the coldness in the body and mind. But at this moment, the young man already feels extremely cold in his heart.
When a person feels that this world is miserable, no matter how much wine he drinks, he cannot drive away the coldness in his heart.
He is Ling Dabao, the most beautiful man in the world. This is the second time to go down the mountain to experience. The purpose is to find the senior brother who has been missing for a long time and has never been heard from.
Ling Dabao climbed mountains and waded in rivers. He tasted loneliness and defeated it. When he walked out of the mountain suburbs, he encountered the biggest problem in his life.
As a man, he cannot escape the biggest problem in the world. That is women. The more beautiful a woman is, the bigger the problem is for a man. Not to mention a beautiful and fragrant woman.
Ling Dabao met a beautiful and fragrant woman, which was the biggest problem in the world.
He was sure that Miss Youluo really had feelings for him, otherwise he would not have deliberately left Jian Jing behind, and left after an hour later.
But, why...a living person can turn into a scarecrow in the blink of an eye.
Originally, he thought that this was really a straw man. However, he did not expect that the middle-aged man said that Miss Youluo was actually gone to let him express his condolences.
Gone, my condolences. Used together, Ling Dabao immediately thought of a bad premonition. After seeing the middle-aged man looking equally sad, he became even more frightened.
This middle-aged man is a senior, even if he faces the current Holy Emperor, his heart will not waver at all.
His current tragic look makes people feel uneasy. If this is not the case that Miss Youluo has really gone, so what?
This trip is not to leave, but to go to the west.
Zhou Youluo, like the stars in the nine heavens, fell slowly into the mortal world. Therefore, there were fairies from the nine heavens in the human world.
But today, the fairy left. She returned to heaven from the human world.
"Miss Youluo...where are you?" Ling Dabao raised his head and looked at the sky full of stars. They were bright and bright, but in his eyes, there was no color at all. The sky was full of silvery gray.
Ling Dabao couldn't see any color anymore, and of course he couldn't see the brightest star. If he couldn't see the brightest star, how could he know that it was falling slowly back then?
Never seen again, never found again.
"Son, my condolences..." Mr. Yan thought for a while, but still didn't know how to express comfort.
After all, this young man is the best in the world, both in terms of talent and appearance. No matter how you look at it, he and Miss Youluo are a perfect match made in heaven.
However, he was struck mercilessly. The man is affectionate, but the concubine is unintentional. After all, it is difficult to get to the bottom of the problem, because in the galaxy, the brightest star slowly falls, and when it comes to the mortal world, it is destined not to fall for him. And
It's someone else.
Mr. Yan was not sad because Miss Youluo went to the West, but he was affected and recalled the romantic events and sad things in the past.
Miss Zhou was in her youth, in her prime, and a master of swordsmanship. She was impervious to all evil and had no stubborn illnesses. How could she die suddenly?
Mr. Yan did not expect that what he said would cause misunderstanding by Ling Dabao.
"Son... don't cry. Miss Zhou is just leaving."
Although Zhou Youluo had no intention of Ling Dabao, Mr. Yan was still ready to help.
After all, if they are brought together, then just like the young man said, he will consider himself his father.
If you become the father of this painting master, then you can teach him how you want him to, even if the other person is impatient, you have to teach him.
The man is affectionate, the concubine is unintentional. This is for Zhou Youluo and this young man. But for the other man, the person in Zhou Youluo's heart, it may not be affectionate. If they are both affectionate, unintentional. Then,
There is still a chance.
Mr. Yan knows Zhou Youluo's weakness. If you start from this weakness, you still have a chance.
That weakness is Aunt Gongsun.
For Zhou Youluo, Aunt Gongsun, who has nurtured him, is like his biological mother. If Aunt Gongsun really likes this young man, then Zhou Youruo will not refuse him as long as he opens his mouth.
Even if there is another man in her heart, she cannot refuse the master's order. She can only marry this young man. Perhaps as time goes by and she gets to know him better, Zhou Youluo will fall in love with this young man.
"But...I'm just sad."
For a moment, Ling Dabao didn't react at all. Perhaps he was too sad and his mind was confused.
Mr. Yan saw that Ling Dabao acquiesced and just said that he was very sad. The sadness on his face was instantly wiped away, and he was filled with relief.
"You really have a good son. He recognized me so quickly. It's worth all the hard work I put in. It seems that I have to spend more time on him." Mr. Yan had these thoughts in his mind and kept staring at this handsome man.
An extraordinary man. Seeing such sadness, he also sighed.
How many people are there in this world with such an infatuated man? Even if there are a few people, how many women are lucky enough to meet him?
That's when I met Zhou Youluo.
After a long time, Ling Dabao was tired of crying, so he wiped the sticky substance on his nose with his hands, very hard, and then took a deep breath after wiping it dry.
"Miss Youluo...did she go crazy and die suddenly and become like this?"
"Obsessed?" Mr. Yan was stunned upon hearing this.
"It turned out to be like this...Miss Youluo is so pitiful." Ling Dabao fell into silence again, his red eyes filled with tears.
Such a beautiful girl was possessed by a mad spirit. Her flesh and blood body turned into such dry grass.
In this world, there are many people who go crazy. But they usually die suddenly. The most miserable thing is that the blood in the body evaporates instantly and turns into a corpse. But this kind of appearance is unprecedented.
After all, this is a body bursting open, flesh and blood splitting, drying up into threads, like grass.
The more Ling Dabao thought about it, the sadder he became. After all, Miss Youluo was more beautiful than a fairy in the sky during her lifetime, but after her death, she turned into a straw man.
"If the spirit knows this, will Miss Youluo be very sad?" Ling Dabao murmured to himself. He did not hear Mr. Yan's words at all.
"Son, what are you talking about? What obsession?" Mr. Yan asked again when he saw Ling Dabao's soul seemed to fly out of the sky.
"What does Miss Youluo look like now if she doesn't go crazy and die suddenly? No wonder she has reached the realm of harmony between man and nature in the way of swordsmanship at such a young age. I am afraid she has gone astray."
"You are right, Miss Youluo is just gone." Ling Dabao's eyes were blurred, he shook his head and sighed, his eyes falling on the galaxy in the human world.
The curtain of the galaxy can be regarded as the closing of this world.
Since Miss Youluo left first, he would naturally follow her.
After all, he is the most beautiful man in the world, and a beautiful man must have the infatuation of a beautiful man. This makes him even more infatuated. If he survives and is lucky enough to be saved by someone, then his infatuation can spread to the world and be praised by others.
Take him as a virtue.
Unfortunately, there is no luck here. The water quality is quite good. Even if this is a big lake and the water flows under the lake surface, you will not drown. Otherwise, you would not have been able to float in the lake for so long, and you would have sunk long ago.
Furthermore, Mr. Youyan was standing by. As an old man in the world, his martial arts was among the top ten in the world. Even if he sank to the bottom of the lake, he could still pull himself out.
What's more, this person is a painting saint. If it comes from the painting saint's mouth, the effect will be even more different and more real.
So there was no luck. Although Ling Dabao really thought that Miss Youluo had gone crazy and became like this. She was sad and sad, but she was far from the point of going to die.
After all, it was just a one-time relationship. After all, he was not an ordinary man.
But in Mr. Yan's eyes, this is really shocking.
I saw this handsome and handsome young man walking to the top of the boat with tears in his eyes and blurry eyes. Then he put his foot flat on the water and with just a little effort, he would step into the lake.
Then, the whole person will fall into the lake.
"Son...why are you so stupid? Don't be impulsive, you are crazy. What a crazy thing, Miss Zhou just left. This is just an ordinary straw man, a person woven with straw." Mr. Yan thought in his heart
In a hurry, he quickly took a step forward and hugged his son from behind.
For a moment, an old man and a young man started to cry, both wailing loudly.
"She has gone crazy and is no longer in this world. Instead, she has gone to heaven. I want to go up there to accompany her. Don't stop me. If there is a chance, let me fulfill my promise in the next life and become your son."
Mr. Yan really cried, thinking that Ling Dabao was too infatuated and became obsessed with it and became a madman. If this is true, then they will lose a leading figure in the painting world, and he will not have the chance to go deeper into the painting world.
step.
The dream in the dream was finally seen today. How could it be said that it would not be seen if it was not seen? He was not willing to do this, and he was not willing to see it only once.
That realm is beyond human nature. Naturally, you have to be involved in it more often, experience being there, and understand that step.
And this young man is the most critical step that can be understood.
How can such a genius be crazy? If he could become Zhou Youluo, he would even want to directly give birth to a child for a young man. Unfortunately, he cannot become a woman, let alone the beautiful and fragrant Zhou Youluo.
"Son, don't let me live in the afterlife. Don't think too hard. Miss Zhou just left and didn't become possessed. This is just a scarecrow to replace her. I once saw this scarecrow on the boat."
"It's unmistakable. It's the one I saw. I guess Miss Zhou is trying to hide the truth and blind your eyes. I was wrong. Maybe she left long ago and prepared the straw man in advance to make a plan.
The time is just for me to see. It is very likely that she has already expected it and will inform you of the matter immediately after she leaves."
Having said this, Mr. Yan's old face suddenly turned red. He felt very ashamed. After all, it was very unkind to do so. For a moment, his crying stopped.
"Not possessed...just a scarecrow?"
Ling Dabao was stunned. He had clearly said before that he had left to express his condolences. Why did he say now that this was just a straw man?
"No need to comfort me, I know Miss Youluo has passed away. You just don't want me to accompany her." Ling Dabao took a deep breath, shook his head and spoke.
He took a deep breath and breathed it in a few more times, making people feel that he was tired of crying, his eyes were dry from crying, and he could no longer shed a single tear.
"..." Mr. Yan was startled, took a deep breath, and shook the person in his arms vigorously.
"Wake up and open your eyes. This is just a straw man. It's not Miss Zhou."
"But, you clearly asked me to express my condolences. This means...Miss Zhou must have passed away. Don't stop me, I want to go find Miss Zhou." Ling Dabao opened his mouth weakly, then raised his head slightly and glanced at it.
Almost at the same time as he glanced at it, the scarecrow reached out and touched it.
Previously, he only saw the scarecrow and did not look at it carefully.
This glance really looks like it, judging from the lines, it is indeed a scarecrow. When a person dies, he will rot and dry up. But no matter how dry it is, there will still be bones. But there are no bones on this scarecrow.
The feeling coming from my fingertips is indeed that of dead grass.
"This is really a straw man, isn't it a Youluo girl..."
"Yes... Silly boy, Miss Zhou did not die. You missed her too much and she just left. When I say condolences, it's just the wrong choice of words... Miss Zhou left here just to find someone."
"Looking for someone?" Ling Dabao took a deep breath again,
He had already retracted his hands and feet. After all, he had learned the truth. It wouldn't be a big deal if he just said he didn't believe it and remained frozen here.
He wanted to know where Zhou Youluo had gone.
Mr. Yan looked at Ling Dabao quietly and said, "It's really hard to imagine that such an amazing person like you will appear in this world. Even if Miss Zhou says that that person is good, as a father, I will only think that my son is
The best here. But... I can't tell you the truth about this yet."
In the eyes of parents, their children are all the best, which is blind confidence. But Mr. Yan is not like this, even though, in his eyes, Ling Dabao is his son, and in his own eyes, his own children are naturally extremely outstanding.
But he also understands the truth that beauty is in the eye of the beholder. Although he thinks his child is excellent, he is not Zhou Youluo after all. Therefore, if Ling Dabao cannot be a beauty, he will definitely lose to that Zhou Youluo.
Said man.
"Miss Zhou went to find her master." Mr. Yan thought for a moment and said half truthfully.
Although Zhou Youluo was not looking for Aunt Gongsun, she was looking for a man. But the man taught her how to use the sword. In a sense, he was half a master.
Therefore, Mr. Yan did not deceive his good son.
"Aunt Gongsun? Did you go back to their school?" Ling Dabao broke free from Mr. Yan's hands, turned around and spoke.
Ling Dabao saw Mr. Yan shake his head, nodded again, and said: "Not back to Miaoxiufang, but back to the old capital..."
Mr. Yan thought for a while, and when he said this, he looked a little apprehensive, but after thinking about it, he gritted his teeth and spoke, as if he had made up a lot of determination.
"Miss Zhou went to the old capital. If my son wants to go, then why not sacrifice his life for his father to accompany you once."