Unintentionally, she would have misled her intentions. The Lou Qianshan, who raised her voice and shouted, made him feel that he was in a trembling dream - the rumbling thunder, the sound of rain falling, and the person who only greeted him in the dream when he had no hope, was now asking him to stay in his ear.

With a "huh", the wind blew his robe far away. He didn't know when he had unconsciously let go of his hand. His hand was stroking her face, and he wanted to make sure that this was not a dream.

He stroked her wet cheeks and hair. He touched the position of her lips. The night stimulated his memories, and he shook, groping and kissing her like a long time ago—like in a dream.

Then what flowed on his face should be tears? The rain was not so warm. He hugged her, but she did not resist. A long time later, Lou Qianshan recalled this night, but still didn't know whether Dan Wuyi had actually known about his deception at that time?

The temperature of his body came through his wet clothes. She let him untied her clothes carefully. Doesn’t she care about this? It doesn’t seem to be true. She hated the men in the world, even the Shen Fengming who was deeply imprinted in her heart. Even Song Ke, who married her, had made various excuses and never slept with him once-she felt that she could no longer get any joy, but she did not push the bill without intention. She didn’t know it was out of guilt for deception, or because she gave up on her own without a result, or because they had a child who had not come to the world after all - she closed her eyes and asked him to ask for it.

If a man in the world had a man who could make her forget her hatred, probably the only one in front of her now. Only this young man, whether she rejected him, was cold, or treated him with open heart and warmly, he would not think that she was a frivolous woman. She would always be unique in his heart and would never be able to replace him. It’s a pity that she could not cherish him-she never had, nor would she cherish him.

If there is a next life, she kisses him back. If there is a next life, I will choose you from the beginning.

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It was in the middle of the night that Okra realized it was too late. She stood up, let go of her frown brows slightly, and prepared to go to bed to rest. It is important to study the solution of Netherworld, but there is still a big battle tomorrow night. If you can't rest well tonight, you're afraid that your strength will be greatly reduced tomorrow night and it won't be worth the loss.

She blew out the lights, and lie down quietly with the sound of continuous rain. She always felt that the handwriting on the paper seemed to fade after seeing it. But maybe it was an illusion. She thought to herself, "Where is such a thing?"

There was no dream all night until dawn, and she woke up with the sound of water droplets of water from the eaves - the rain had stopped, and the ding-dong remaining beads only made the dawn quieter.

The sky was still dark. Okra sat up and breathed a little. Suddenly, she saw something on the table vaguely emitting some fluorescent light. She felt strange and walked closer in the dark - but it was the recipe for the Netherworld Fly that had never been folded.

She vaguely realized something and turned on the light. Sure enough, there was a blank space on the yellowed paper roll. Yesterday's words seemed to have turned into dust, and there was no trace at this moment. If it weren't for the signs of fading last night, she would have been very strange. But now, she guessed that it must be something mysterious that Shen Fengming had made, and it was probably the ink used to dip in the characters.

She remembered the fluorescent light she saw in the darkness just now, and now she turned off the light again. Sure enough, she wrote a layer of ink on the paper with other inks - or fluorescent powder. The words did not appear under the lights and sunlight. Only in the darkness can a faint light appear.

After looking closely, she felt a little moved: it was not a handwriting, but a small piece of piano score that appeared in flush. But this piece of piano score was clearly very familiar.

It’s not just familiarity, it’s so familiar. This is almost the first song taught by the master. For many years, I have never known what the master wants to remember the meaning of this song "Mujiang Yin" by himself. Until that time I returned to Lingyin Sect, she accidentally found the record of her birthday among her master’s relics.

"I'm sorry, the night of the third day of the ninth month, the dew is like a pearl and a moon is like a bow." This is how the last two lines of the song are sung.

The third day of September this year has passed - on the day when she arrived in Yuezhou. Chen Fengming probably didn't know her birthday. He was busy contacting Ouyang Xin during the day, and kept discussing with Feng Qingkai at night, without saying much. She didn't care about this matter, and was even glad that Chen Fengming didn't know so much, so she wouldn't get into trouble again. However, that night, she still made a wish alone - there was no other, but just hoping for the smooth and safe sign of the Double Piano. For her, this year was a bit special - this was her first birthday after finding that record.

——But it turns out that he knew it?

The sky was getting brighter and the morning light shone through the panes, and the fluorescent color was no longer visible. The wooden hairpin was placed horizontally on the table so casually, and no one could see that there was a pair of dew-like pearls and moon-like arches hidden in the hairpin's head. She remembered Chen Fengming and said, "It's only given you this time, it's a little late." Could it be that he said - it wasn't the recipe for the Netherworldly Fly?

She took the wooden hairpin again. Chen Fengming gave the gift so much, was he worried that she would not accept it?

Maybe. She reached out and turned her hairpin. Maybe if he had sent this gift in person, she would have rejected him without thinking. She took out the pair of pearl earrings, suppressed a trace of what seemed to be none of her, and was so embarrassed that she sat in front of the mirror and put them one by one. She rarely wore ornaments, but the pair of earrings were so delicate that they made her cold and gentle. She stared at her for a long time, as if she didn't know herself, and finally, she suddenly realized it.

I was thinking about something random. Although these earrings do not look as old as wooden hairpins, they are not brand new. How could they give it to me? If I really wanted to give it to me, with his personality, wouldn't it be so round-the-business?

She took off her earrings in panic, hurried back to the table, and returned it back to the original position. The paper roll was still on the table - like the wooden hairpin, the paper roll was very, very old, if it weren't thick and tough enough, it would have been shattered; and those brushes and inks that were suspected to be fluorescent - good, when she knew that there was fluorescent on it, she could feel some subtle indifference, but in the darkness of the memories, their luster was also very dim, as if they had passed unimaginable time and had fallen off and damaged - the music score should have remained on the paper for a long time - whether it was sunny or not, at least it was not painted recently, and of course it was not painted for herself.

She put it down, got up and walked, and opened the west window. Yes, today is the tenth day of the September 10th. She laughed in her heart. No one would have delivered the gift from the third day of the September 10th day. It was just a coincidence - the music score on this scroll of paper and the pearl in the hairpin head were just a connection between another person many years ago and had nothing to do with me. Maybe Chen Fengming didn't find any words on the paper? Maybe he forgot that there was something else in the hairpin head?

She leaned against the window. The sky was white and the light rain and mist made people feel a little confused and a little slight.

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The sky was white and a little light rain. The mist was covered with water, adding some mystery to this wet morning.

When Lou Qianshan woke up from the hazy wetness, Shan Wuyi was still asleep beside him.

The idea of ​​pulling him away from danger once again went away as if it had never existed with this ridiculous night. She rushed to the water, cleaning the muddy night in her clothes, like the betrayal of her body and the unbelievable in her mind. Fortunately, she was still a little confused and disguised. She pulled and tucked her wet and wrinkled clothes, and took off all the ornaments on her body - only the gorgeous hairpin completely tied her hair, turning her into the boy who had met Shan Wuyi for the first time.

But she had no time to say goodbye to him. She put on her cloak, hoping that the faint sunlight could dispel the coldness.

Today, she has many more important things to do.

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It was not until noon that Wu Tiantong saw a small boat slowly rowing out of the dimmering mist. When a boy on the boat approached the shore, he suddenly jumped up and slid against the water like a wind, falling lightly in front of the three of them.

Ouyang Xin, the best light skills among the three, secretly praised him in his heart. At that time, the distance was close, and although it was not necessary for those with outstanding light skills to achieve it overnight, the rare thing was that the young man was graceful, and even Ouyang Xin asked himself that it was difficult to do it. It was also because the young man was thin and thin, which made this slim like a feather dancing lightly, and the willow leaves floated, and the person who saw it was not abrupt, and it felt very pleasing to the eye.

After looking closer and closer, Ouyang Xin realized that he was not as elegant and decent as he looked far away. Under his cloak, his clothes were wet and frowned, but they were still clean. But when he saw the embarrassment on his face no longer existed. The young man raised his eyebrows and looked at him with his eyes. The corners of his mouth were slightly curled up, as if he was smiling charmingly. His heart suddenly felt blank. Fortunately, the young man's eyes turned away and he looked at Wu Tiantong and Shi Zhijian again. Only after his mind was cleared for a moment, he secretly recovered his heartbeat.

After exchanging the cuts, Wu Tiantong bowed: "Young Master Fengming asked me to wait here, and my little brother is indeed trustworthy."

"Qianshan has met three seniors." The young man smiled and bowed, "Today's affairs, we have to rely on three."

"So this is 'Qianshan Gongzi'." Wu Tiantong suddenly realized, "I have long admired my name - 'Qianming Gongzi should have told us the identity of this 'inner' earlier, so that we can avoid our brothers' random speculation and anxiety."

Lou Qianshan just smiled lightly, and soon talked about the main topic of assassination of Cheng Fangyu: "Cheng Fangyu will meet people from the fantasy world every afternoon in the afternoon. Sometimes it is Guan Fei, and sometimes it is Guan Sheng, and today is probably no exception."

"See you every day?" Shi Zhijian asked. "Where are they meeting?"

"The location was often uncertain before." Lou Qianshandao, "but since the day before yesterday, they were all on the west bank of the Xiang River, and this place was his must-pass path."
Chapter completed!