Xia Mang raised his head and looked at the snow-robed young man floating down. He couldn't help but be startled, because this man was so handsome and had an aloof temperament. He was like the darling of God. His appearance was unparalleled, enough to make women in the world jealous and crazy.
He is more beautiful than women, and every move has unparalleled charm, which makes all the men in the world ashamed and dare not stand next to him.
"It's...Xue Wushuang!"
Yi Feng's pupils shrank suddenly, and he was obviously very afraid of this person. He whispered: "This guy is a contemporary descendant of the ancient land of desire demons. He once threatened to collect all the famous flowers in the world and bring all the beauties in the world into the harem..."
"oh?"
Xia Mang was startled, "Xue Lingyun, Xue Wushuang? Could it be that... Xue Lingyun is really from the Ancient Land of Desire?"
Buzz!
At this moment, a guzheng sound suddenly sounded, like a gurgling stream, tinkling and clear, but not exciting, but it attracted everyone's attention.
Everyone couldn't help but raise their heads.
A woman in a black dress floated down. She held a guzheng in her arms, and plucked the strings with her slender jade fingers. The guzheng sang softly and affectionately, seeming to be telling a song of farewell.
Xia Mang also raised his head, looked at the woman in the black dress, and looked into those clear and flawless beautiful eyes. Through those pupils, he seemed to see the other person's inner world.
Lonely, arrogant, lonely.
Xia Mang's body trembled slightly, and as his thoughts turned around, he seemed to have returned to a snowy night five years ago. At that time, outside the Twelve Nights Qin Tower, those bright eyes softened the years.
…
On the twelfth night, the Qin Tower was peaceful with singing and dancing, playing the sheng and xiao every night, extravagance and depravity, but outside, the wind was howling, and the goose feathers were whirling and falling.
The sky is full of wind and snow, and the earth turns into Yinchuan!
Outside Qin Tower, a boy of seventeen or eighteen years old was leaning against a stone pillar, huddled together. Heavy snow fell all over his body, covering his black hair, and turning his whole body into silvery white.
He is young, but he is holding a wine bottle, and he smells of alcohol. At this moment, his body is covered with snow, which even blocks the color of his clothes. His eyes are dull, and his pupils are a little blurry, hazy, and a little sad.
It seems that he has experienced some sad things and is feeling sad.
There was sadness and sadness in his eyes.
The sky and the earth are vast, and he is alone, with a pot of turbid wine. In this snowy sky, he seems to have tasted all the wind, frost, rain and snow in the world. His heart is tired, his eyes are blurred, and his soul is dying.
Countless people were walking through the heavy snow, pointing at the young man leaning against Qin Tower, but no one was willing to step forward to help him.
He was about to freeze to death in the wind and snow. Well, maybe the heavy snow could not kill him, but for a drunk and traumatized person, a snowstorm and a cold were like a knife cutting into the bones, and the cold was piercing the bone marrow.
It was enough to gradually wear away his spiritual will.
A heartbroken person sings while drunk, his eyes full of confusion, the whole world is gray and without color, his soul may slowly dry up and gradually move toward the end of his life.
Perhaps this is what it means to be as sad as if you were dead.
People were coming and going, walking through the wind and snow, and even if they caught a glimpse of the huddled boy, his eyes were strange, but no one came forward.
I don't know how long it took, but a girl walked over. The sky was filled with snow and wind, and everything was white. But she was wearing a red dress that looked like fire, bright and brilliant. It was the only bright color in this cold night covered with snow.
This is a girl about sixteen or seventeen years old. Although she is called a girl, she is actually not young anymore. She already has the charm and delicacy of a woman. She has a slender and graceful figure, black hair that reaches down to her calves, her skin is like jade, and her face is beautiful.
Unparalleled, he is not very old, but he has a transcendent charm, especially his bright eyes, which are bright, clear and flawless.
She gently knelt down and brushed the snow off the boy's shoulders with her delicate white hands, and then brushed off the snowflakes from his hair, her movements gentle, as if she was afraid of hurting him.
The young man trembled, raised his head slightly, and looked at the girl in the red dress with his almost hazy eyes. His eyes were dim, and he did not even see the girl's true face clearly. Only those bright and flawless eyes impressed him deeply.
"Why are you crying?"
The girl in the red dress had a soft voice. She stretched out her fingers to wipe away the tears from the corners of the boy's eyes, and said softly: "Grandpa said that men don't shed tears when they bleed. You are a man, how can you shed tears?"
The young man stared at the girl in the red dress for a long time without saying anything. At that time, he shed tears for the first time, because of Su Qingmeng.
"How can you shed tears?" The girl in the red dress's voice was as soft as water, but in the young man's ears, it was like a scalding torrent, warming his cold chest.
The young man was silent, and after a moment, he murmured: "How can I shed tears..."
The girl in the red dress was stunned.
Little did she know that her words seemed to break away the pent-up knot in the young man's heart, causing his pupils to gradually converge, and the dim color in his eyes faded away, becoming sharper with a terrifying edge.
"You are right, how can you cry!"
The young man muttered to himself, as if he suddenly changed into a different person. He stood up, his body shook slightly, and the snow all over his body disappeared, revealing a dress that was as white as snow.
He is very tall and can be said to be tall and heroic, especially when he suddenly realizes something, his decadence is gone, and his whole person has a sharp edge.
He walked a few steps, but suddenly stopped, looked back at the girl in the red dress standing tall, and said, "Who are you?"
He stared at the girl in the red dress, but for some reason, her face was always blurry, like a layer of mist, making it difficult to see clearly. Only those bright and flawless eyes seemed to penetrate everything and engraved into the young man's heart.
"Others call me Jun'er."
The girl in the red dress smiled lightly, her eyebrows curved into a crescent shape, and there was an intoxicating smell that made the young man lose his mind.
"Jun'er."
The young man whispered, and finally he took a deep look at the red skirt, turned around resolutely, and stepped into the wind and snow.
The girl in the red dress also left. She did not enter the Twelve Nights Qin Tower, but walked in the opposite direction to Xia Mang.
One in white, the other in red, running in opposite directions, they were both lost in the storm and became passers-by in each other's lives.
We met by chance and never saw each other again.
At that time, Xia Mang was still wearing white clothes like snow. At that time, Su Qingmeng didn't know that Xia Mang had been drunk for several months and spent his days in a haze. If it weren't for the girl in the red dress whom he met by chance, he didn't know how long he would have to fall before he could wake up.
It was precisely because of that experience that when he met Su Qingmeng again later, he was so indifferent, as if he hadn't seen her before.
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Twelve Nights Qin Tower.
The graceful figure of the woman in the black dress stands on the second floor, holding the guzheng in her arms, flicking it with her jade hands, and the sound of the piano is faint. There is no iron horse, no tenderness, only wisps of sadness and sadness reverberating in the hearts of everyone.
"Is she Xue Lingjun? Not to mention her appearance, her temperament and elegance are indeed not inferior to Twelve Nights, and her superb guzheng skills can actually make me fall in love with the scene..." A young man said, it was the unparalleled Yumo Ancient Land The descendant Xue Wushuang, his tone was filled with emotion and sighs.
My beautiful lady, why did you fall into the world of mortals?