After a long silence, Shangguan Wudao opened his eyes and said with difficulty: "Junior has already thought about it. In a few days, I will ask the master to give me seven-color hollyhock flowers to cure my illness." His eyes became deep and hollow.
Godless.
"Alas, asking what love is in this world is just a matter of life and death." Zen Master Zhiguang said, shaking his head, and disappeared without a trace from Shangguan Wudao's eyes. Normally, Shangguan Wudao would have been surprised by Zen Master Zhiguang.
He has such profound martial arts skills, but now he doesn't seem to be interested in it at all, his eyes are like the eyes of a dead fish.
After leaving the Golden Light Hall, Shangguan Wudao ran alone to Motian Cliff (a cliff at the top of Mount Emei, where you can overlook the mountain) and smoked alone. Unconsciously, the sun gradually rose from the east, and the sky gradually changed from dark to bright.
, there were already a dozen cigarette butts scattered around Shangguan Wudao.
"Although you look good when you smoke, I still hope you smoke less." I don't know when, Yan Xiaolan came behind Shangguan Wudao. From her point of view, Shangguan Wudao's desolate figure,
Under the shining of the red sun, there is a feeling that makes people feel distressed.
"Haha, I smoke not only cigarettes, but also sadness. Xiaolan, why are you here? You were so sleepy yesterday and didn't sleep for a while?" Shangguan Wudao still looked at the clouds with dull eyes, without looking back at Yan.
Xiaolan. He was afraid. He was afraid that when he saw Yan Xiaolan, he would be like a child, running up to her and lying on her shoulder, letting out tears and snot to vent his sadness and helplessness.
"If you sleep a little longer, you won't be able to see the sunrise. Didn't we say that we would watch the sunrise together this morning? Have you forgotten?" Yan Xiaolan walked slowly to Shangguan Wudao and stood close to him.
Sit down next to him.
"Haha, how could I forget?" Shangguan Wudao smiled a little bitterly. Yes, he has not forgotten, he will not forget, he will definitely not forget her. The way she talks, the way she smiles, she
He would remember her coquettish look and her weak look one by one, and then it would be deeply imprinted in his heart.
"It's good that you haven't forgotten. I guess you still have some conscience." Yan Xiaolan said, and gently poked Shangguan Wudao on the forehead. Shangguan Wudao's body was shaky and he almost fell off the cliff, which made Yan Xiaolan cautious.
My liver jumped a few more times.
"Xiaolan, it's been almost a month since we met, right?" Shangguan Wudao said, steadying his body, and Yan Xiaolan leaned on his shoulder with a happy look on her face.
"Well, we met on September 9th. I still clearly remember that day when I was carrying a glass of orange juice and passing by the conference room, I accidentally spilled the orange juice onto you. I still clearly remember that you were right at that time.
What I said,,,hum, you have the nerve to mention it again, but just because of your words, I was fired,,,well, I still clearly remember your back." Yan Xiaolan looked at it.
Looking at the red sun rising in the distance, I feel sweet in my heart. Unfortunately, there is no smoke, otherwise the picture in front of me must be very Korean (Korean film, here it is extended to mean warm).
"My back? What does it look like?" Shangguan Wudao put out his cigarette and threw the cigarette butt casually on the ground (hey, typical non-environmental protection, good socialist young people should not imitate this).
"Well, I can't tell. Anyway, I didn't have time to think about it in detail at the time." Yan Xiaolan said slowly, "When we met again later, I was shocked by your appearance. Well, you really
He's good-looking and manly, at least that's what I think."
"No way? Did you really fall in love with me at first sight?" Shangguan Wudao was amused by Yan Xiaolan's words and his mood improved a little, and that evil smile appeared on the corner of his mouth again.
"Beautiful, who fell in love with you at first sight? I don't want you to be a big pervert, big devil, big pig head. By the way, what about you? How did you feel when you first saw me?" Yan Xiaolan sat down.
She straightened up and locked her eyes with Shangguan Wudao. She wanted to hear the truth from Shangguan Wudao.
"Haha, to be honest with you, I really didn't have much of an impression when I first met you. Later, I got close to you because I wanted to take revenge on Zhang Haotian. You should still remember the time I put on your seat belt, right?! I think
I have had feelings for you since that time, and I felt that your body odor was like that of someone I am very familiar with." Shangguan Wudao knew that he could not lie, so he could only tell the truth. Because, a person's eyes
You can't deceive people no matter what.
"So that's how it is. No wonder I thought you looked at me strangely at that time." Yan Xiaolan said with some disappointment and sadness, "What about now? Do I still have the same position in your heart now?"
A chess piece being used? Also, I really want to know who that girl named Xinyue is."
"Do you want to hear the truth or lies?" Shangguan said goodbye and turned away.
"What do you think?" Yan Xiaolan asked.
"Since the night I brought you back to Lan Yeqi's villa, I have no longer regarded you as a pawn. As for your last question, I don't want to answer it now. Don't ask it again in the future. I want to tell you
I will tell you naturally when you come." Shangguan Wudao said this with great difficulty, and his heart suddenly became heavy again.
He is about to forget Yan Xiaolan and may never remember her again. Isn't it a bit cruel to tell her like this now? However, if he doesn't say it, I'm afraid he will never have another chance in the future. He now
The mood is thousands of times more contradictory than the mood of Hamlet written by Shakespeare.
"Okay, I will wait until the day you tell me." A happy smile filled Yan Xiaolan's face, and she rested her head on Shangguan Wudao's shoulder again, closed her eyes, and listened quietly to the sounds of nature.
"Xiaolan, if one day, I mean if, I am forced to forget you, will you hate me?" Shangguan Wudao finally said what was in his heart.
"Yes!" Yan Xiaolan said this word without thinking, with such a loud voice that even Shangguan Wudao couldn't help but feel horrified, and subconsciously did not continue the topic.
After a while, the sun gradually bloomed with dazzling light, and the legendary seven-color hollyhock flower, which is rare in a century, bloomed in an unknown corner on the Golden Summit of Emei. It turned out that the outside world had rumored that the seven-color hollyhock flower bloomed in
Around April Fool's Day, this is not entirely correct. In fact, the seven-color hollyhock flower blooms once every six years. The "once" here refers to one year, and in this year it will bloom twice. In addition to the well-known
The time around April Fool's Day, and the time around National Day that few people know about.
Yan Xiaolan and Shangguan Wudao were still sitting on the skyscraper cliff chatting away from each other, completely forgetting where they were now. At this time, in a certain corner, a skinny old man was gently picking up red flowers.
The seven-colored hollyhock flowers, orange, yellow, green, blue, blue and purple, murmured to themselves: "Boys, if you are smart, please stop that brat from losing his memory completely. Seeing him like that makes me want to beat him.
he."
"Xiaolan, I suddenly want to see you dance, can you do it?"
While we were chatting, at some point, Yan Xiaolan fell asleep leaning on Shangguan Wudao's shoulder, with a peaceful look on her face, and didn't hear Shangguan Wudao's words at all.
"Xiaolan, Xiaolan, I want to see you dance." There was no response, Shangguan Wudao called softly again, and this time Yan Xiaolan woke up leisurely and said, "Ah?"
"I said, I want to see Yan Xiaolan dance!" Shangguan Wudao suddenly shouted loudly to the cliff. Using the air as the medium, the voice quickly spread to every corner of Mount Emei, arousing waves of echoes.
"Okay, okay, I heard you. I'm not deaf. Why are you so loud? Tell me what kind of dance you want to see." Yan Xiaolan smiled happily and pinched Shangguan Wudao's waist hard.
After a moment, he said, "However, let me state in advance that my aunt does not do striptease."
"Haha, how did you know that I wanted to see you do a striptease? You really have a good understanding." Shangguan Wudao was amused by Yan Xiaolan's cute expression, and gently kissed Yan Xiaolan's nose.
He scratched it and said, "I'm just kidding you, look at you like this, what kind of dance can you do?"
"Haha, don't you dare to look down on me. For foreigners, I know Latin dance and ballet. For Chinese, I made up a dance myself." Yan Xiaolan raised her head and said proudly, like a princess.
"You even made up a dance by yourself?" Shangguan Wudao looked at Yan Xiaolan with a surprised expression. He was already surprised that Yan Xiaolan could dance, but now he actually heard Yan Xiaolan say,,,
He was even more surprised.
"That's right, but I haven't danced that dance for a long time. If you want to see it, I won't dance well in a while. Don't laugh at me, otherwise I won't be able to dance anymore. I will dance from here
Go down." Yan Xiaolan pointed to the edge of the cliff and said cutely.
"Okay, I want to watch you dance your own dance, and I promise not to laugh, absolutely not. If I really can't help laughing, then I will dance with you." At the end of the sentence,
, Shangguan Wudao also raised three fingers and swore to God.
Then, a song "Worry White Fox" written and performed by Yan Xiaolan was performed in a unique way on the skyscraper cliff. Yan Xiaolan took the gentle dance steps and kept drawing beautiful arcs with her hands.
So soft, so gorgeous, so charming, it is ten times, a hundred times, or even a thousand times more exciting than the dance movements of that waltz.
Looking at that graceful body swaying left and right, looking at the decisive arcs drawn by the charming jade hands, looking at the dance steps that make people feel miserable and can't help but resonate, Shangguan Wudao was deeply moved.
He was so shocked that he buried some more memories in his heart, some memories about Yan Xiaolan. He hoped that after taking the seven-color hollyhock flower, these memories buried deepest could survive tenaciously.