Hua Xu Yin: City of Desperate Love

When his head was lifted, he looked at me for a while, his forehead was touched by a squiggle of water: "When the Buddha on the mountain is gone, I will pick you up."

On this sun-scorching midsummer morning, one of us is facing the mountain, and the other is in the mountain. The two roads that run north and south each stretch for thousands of miles, like an endless destiny.

I can't predict, but I am vaguely disturbed. Since ancient times, those men and women who bid farewell to the flowering period seem to be missed, wrong because of their mistakes, and passed by their mistakes.

The prosperous sceneries were all by your side, all the way, the birds sang and screamed, and soon, a long mottled bluestone step appeared in front of you, hidden by the thick shade, and the corners of the steps were covered with blue moss, like a brocade embroidered with fringes of the same color.

Stopped and looked up, Qizhu heavy building, white jade hook belt, five-color curtain dazzling brilliance, and the towering mountain gate in front of me is exactly the same as I saw last night.

Gong Yifei turned to look at me: "Girl Jun is tired?"

In fact, the long figure holding the Meng Zong bamboo oil-paper umbrella suddenly appeared in his mind. I shook my head and followed him all the way up the long-aged bluestone steps, near the gate of the mountain. After all, I still didn't control my mouth: "This Guzhu Mountain is the property of the Gongyi Family?"

Fei, who led the way, paused, and the huge bronze mirror hung in the middle of the heavy building reflected his white figure: "It was not before. Lonely Bamboo Mountain is the holy place of Buddha mulberry flowers. Every time the Buddha mulberry blooms, there are many people who appreciate the flowers. The mountain road is leveled, so I bought it five years ago. It's better to be quiet in such a quiet place."

I followed the last two steps and came directly under the mountain gate, and my hand touched the colorful glass bead curtain in the sun: "The mountain gate looks like some years have passed, but this five-color curtain is still brand new."

Gongyi Fei smiled like a non-smiling jade bracelet in Mosuo's hand: "Change a pair in January. I don't know how much money has been burned for this item in the past five years. Can it be new?" Then he lifted the curtain, "Miss Jun, Please stop." The beads struck suddenly, making a jingle.

I stretched out my hand to stabilize the hitting beads: "In fact, it doesn't matter if you remove this curtain. It's a waste of time to replace it with new ones."

He bowed his head and thought about it: "It's not impossible, but I always feel that if you remove it, you will lose something."

I looked at him: "What is missing?"

He paused, thinking thoughtfully and drew a string of beads: "Probably, it is the pleasure of burning money."

"..."

I don’t know what this mountain gate means to Gong Yifei. He doesn’t seem to care. He may have forgotten that he met a woman here when she was a teenager. The woman had black hair and white clothes, holding Meng Zongzhu’s oiled paper umbrella, and did not know when he died. Where. The ancient trees next to the mountain gate towered to the sky, and the moment I stepped past, I felt countless pairs of eyes hidden in the cracks of those dense leaves, looking at me coldly. This towering mountain gate is the obsession that the dead woman can't dissipate.

But I don’t do a dead man’s business.

Behind the mountain gate is a hundred-step stone steps. On the stone steps, a deep house compound is shaded by the jungle, the scale of which is comparable to the royal palace. I really want to come to the Gongyi Family to be very rich. If there is money to such a degree, it is either supported by the government or by the anti-government. It is really worrying that Mu Yan should have friendship with such a family.

I was speechless all the way and approached the mansion. I saw that the door was closed and there was no one in front of the house. I felt strange. A young man dressed as a small servant stumbled on a thin horse and ran out from nowhere. He almost fell off his horse and knelt down crying. Falling down in front of Gong Yifei: "My lord, you can count as coming back. The wife and the eldest are fighting again. Xiao Feng is dying. Sister Tuier asked me to come to you..."

Before I finished speaking, a white shadow flashed in front of me. Gong Yifei had brought me to the panting thin horse, and arrows rushed around the towering walls of the courtyard. I just had time to ask the last sentence immediately: "Then what, ma'am? Miss?"

There was an ambiguous answer from Gong Yifei: "My sister and Zhuojing have been at odds for a long time, and occasionally there will be a small dispute, which makes Jun girl laugh. I am really ashamed." There is no sense of shame.

The wind whizzed in my ears, and my ghost sent me: "Your sister and you were born of the same person?"

Behind him was a quiet, half-sounding laugh, no emotions were heard, and four words were implicitly definite:

"Born by one."

The horse's mane in my hand slipped, and I almost didn't control the fall of the horse. How could it be possible that the four Yuhan turned three times on the tip of my tongue, but did not say it after all, and swallowed in surprise with the cold wind.

honestly. Gong Yifei actually has a sister living in the world, this is more unbelievable than Jun Wei's crush on me since childhood. it's said,? The bloodline of Zhonggongyi's family will never allow twins to exist. If twins are born, one must be kept and killed.

This incident was mainly attributed to the beast Qianhe, who was guarding the Gongyi family, was too wasteful. It has always been said that the most important way for the patriarch of the Gongyi family to establish his authority is to summon the fierce beast, but this waste wood fierce beast cannot tell the difference between the bloodlines of the twins. One day my brother inherited the position of Patriarch, and formed a blood alliance with Qianhe to gain the ability to summon it. It would be easy for the younger brother of similar blood to pretend to be his brother and summon Qianhe to rebel.

Just like a hero in the world, no one in the world can defeat him, and once he has a terminal illness like a malignant tumor, he will not survive. The so-called twins are the leads that may breed malignant tumors in the Gongyi family. This malignant tumor refers to internal strife. No matter how powerful a family is, it cannot withstand civil strife. This is an empirical talk. The wise elders have seen this early. In the seven hundred years of the Gongyi family, many unlucky family owners gave birth to twins and even dragons and phoenixes. Basically, they dealt with this way. The one chosen was the proud son of heaven. That one is as cheap as a grassroots, instantly desperate on the spot.

What's interesting is that the most accomplished ones of the patriarchs of the gongyi family in the past are all twins. The first debt that came to the world was the blood of the flesh and blood of the compatriots. About this kind of encounter can make people ruthless.

When the Gongyi home was destroyed seven years ago, I seemed to have heard the rumor that this generation of Patriarch had a compatriot sister, and I sighed. It is really surprising to learn that this elder sister is alive now. Shouldn't she be thrown into the Taihao River to feed their patron saint when she was born?

It turned out that I was making a complete fuss, and the wonder of the matter was far more than that. As an unknown philosopher said, life is always scared. You are either about to be scared or are being scared.

The thin horse carrying us panted and galloped into an open green field. In a small patch of yellow soil, a black horse with shiny fur neighed and fell to the ground, splashing with a lot of smoke.

Gongyi Fei flew off the horse while carrying me, and when she stood still, she saw a woman in red with a sword kneeling beside the fallen black horse, holding her right arm, as if she had suffered some injury, like a rose flower. His face is full of unwilling expressions, the kind of bright, full, and overlapping beauty. The panicked servants stepped aside, and Gong Yifei hurried over to help her, about to touch the wound, the woman snorted, and the long sword leaned on the ground, and the uninjured hand hugged her in turn. Yi Fei's arm was stubborn and crying: "Look at Xiao Feng first to see if he was beaten to death by that crazy woman!"

It has not been a few moments since I met Gong Yifei, who is not hippy and smiling, frowning, patiently mixed with a woman in red to let her examine the fallen horse. And my eyes were fixed on the woman in white next to the horse pile not far away, and I couldn't remove it for a long time. His hair was as pitch-black as a waterfall, his eyes were like a deep spring in a cold pool, his forehead was a black jade forehead ring pressed against his hair, and his hand was a silver nine-section whip.

Yongan, Qingjiujiu. This damned woman stood like an ice sculpture under the sunlight, and a long shadow was pulled from her feet. A big living person. I watched her firmly for a while, and couldn't help but want to walk over. Suddenly, I heard Gong Yifei questioning in a deep voice: "Sister Kaoru, what's the matter?"

He raised his head and looked in my direction. The woman in red in his arms trembled with hands and tears of resentment in his eyes. The black horse named Xiao Feng beside him stopped moving after a few long snorts.

Sister Kaoru?

The jade-like voice sounded indifferently: "My younger brother and sister are too poor in swordsmanship, and accidentally slipped their hands, hurting her. As for that horse, it wasn't a bad horse that fell you yesterday. Even the owner can't recognize it. Why do you want it? "

I stared at the woman in white who was replying, and her gaze swept over, like snow on an iceberg for thousands of years, she paused, raised her hand and took the whip, and turned away without hesitation.

The woman in red cried loudly: "She killed Xiao Feng, and she hurt me, so you let her go..."

auzw.com Gong Yifei interrupted her coldly: "You are too self-willed, she has a problem with her brain, let you stay away from her, you still want to provoke her."

The woman in red gave him a fierce look: "Are you my husband or not?"

Gong Yifei mixed her uninjured arm to help her up: "Good question, except for me, look at anyone in the world who can indulge you like this."

The woman in red threw off his hand and stood up alone, with tears still in her eyes, but bit her lip and said bitterly:

"The person who loves me the most in the world is always my father, but he, but he..." He squatted down and cried as he finished speaking.

Gong Yifei also squatted down, took out a silk handkerchief from his sleeve and handed it over: "Don't cry, see if you still look like a lady."

Although the voice was stern, it was gentle lines.

I looked up at the direction where Qing Jiujiu was leaving. Flowing clouds cast shadows of somehow on the grass field. The breeze was blowing, dandelions were flying against the leaves of grass, and the golden Buddha and mulberry flowers all over the mountains were blooming in the wind, and the white figure moved away. The farther, it gradually disappeared in the Fosang flowers.

For the next five days, I have not seen Qing Jiu Jiu. The servant of the house told me that it was not Qing Jiu Jiu. It was Gong Yi Kaoru, Gong Yi Fei’s sister. She lived out since she was a child and had a pitiful life. Two years ago I was sent to Gongyi's house on a moonlit night. After many years of separation, my brothers finally got together.

I heard that Gong Yi Fei’s wife, Gong Yi Shan, was very disapproving, thinking that the visitor must be a fake, and rushed to the Flower Hall angrily, but was stunned when she saw Gong Yi Xun’s face. I wanted to hear about the funeral, but the cheerfully speaking servant stopped abruptly and would not speak any more after that. I can probably understand that it is really not a good thing for a lady with a brain problem to mention too much to outsiders.

I don’t know if Gong Yixun’s mind is wrong, and it doesn’t look like it, but Gong Yifei said that she has a problem, and she has a problem. For example, at that time, my father thought I had no blood and tears, even if my blood was surging, it was meaningless. , This is the power of authority.

Through many inadvertent corners, I learned that Gong Yifei seemed to be indifferent to her sister. It is said that when Gongyi Kaoru first returned to Gongyi's house, although his sister and brother were weak, there was no big problem. After all, they did not grow up in one place. It is normal to have a gap.

But this seeming harmony is only the first two months. Gradually everyone discovered that sometimes what Gong Yi Kaoru does cannot be inferred by common sense. Of course she doesn't do anything most of the time, but once she does something, something happens basically.

In the third month after Gongyi Kaoru returned to Gongyi’s home, a friend came to see Gongyi Fei Douying. Two goshawks greeted each other with sharp beaks in mid-air. They attacked each other fiercely. One eagle was seriously injured and wanted to seek shelter. The eagle was desperate for victory, and the two eagles rushed straight to Gong Yi Fei in the stands, and were instantly killed by Gong Yi Kaoru sitting aside with a nine-section whip... Finally, he lost a lot of money to his friend.

This is the first time that Gongyi Kaoru has shown extreme protection for Gongyi Fei. In the next two years, I don’t know how many similar incidents were, and how much money the Gongyi Family lost as a result. At the same time, the number of assassins who died under the whip of Gongyi Kaoru because of plotting to hurt or was about to hurt Gongyi Fei is also unknown. Referred to as Sanduo.

Although there are many brothers and sisters, they are all half-parents, and they have never had any contact with them. I can't understand the so-called sibling relationship with them. I am afraid that Jun Wei is the closest friend since I was a child. But in my imagination, if one day , Jun Wei, who loves to write novels, hopes to get an orphan from a certain famous artist, and the son of a famous artist said that only I can marry this orphan to Jun Wei. I thought about whether it is possible to marry him on his own initiative. Knock me out with a stick and force me to marry. When I wake up, I have to run back by myself... However, in the face of similar things, Gong Yi Kaoru took the initiative to nod his head. It was only a chess book, and got the best for my brother. A favorite birthday gift.

According to the legend, the other party had already sent the gift to the door, but Gong Yi Fei knew about it. She almost threw a team of takeaway housekeeper minions out of the door of the Gong Yi house. The Tai Shan collapse has always been able to keep smiling on all sides without changing the color. But this time I was really angry.

Since then, the relationship between sisters and brothers who were not close friends has gradually diverged. To this day, according to the servants, Gong Yifei seems to have no such sister at all.

Gong Yi Fei said that Gong Yi Kaoru had a problem with her brain. I think he didn't just talk about it casually. After experiencing those things, he really felt that there was a problem with her brain. But I understand what he doesn't understand. No matter what they think, I know that Gongyi Kaoru is a fine wine.

It is true that the Qingjiujiu holding the oil paper umbrella in front of the mountain gate has died, but there is a creature in this world that condenses a new form with consciousness hairspring and spiritual remnants, condensed and forgotten everything before and after a lifetime, just like a new place. In this world, the name of this creature is called Mei.

I don't believe that Qing Jiujiu is Gong Yi Fei's sister. Gong Yi family has always treated the twins without any delay. If Qingjiujiu is not, then Gongyixuan, who is condensed with the spirit of Qingjiujiu, will naturally not be.

In the final analysis, it's just my intuition.

Master Jun hopes that I will not cause trouble when I go out. When I was a child, I thought that knowing was only happy but not knowing happiness. When I grew up, I was forced to feel that ignorance is often blessing. The less I know about this world, the easier it is to be happy and satisfied. Since then, somehow restrained the urge to approach Kaoru Gongyi.

But I didn't go to her, she came to me.

The cold wind suddenly started that day, and the crape myrtle flower in the guest courtyard was swaying with the wind, bright purple and deep blue, undulating into a sparkling wave in the quiet sea. Gongyi Xun came from the flowers and the willows, and the leisurely white clothes were looming, like a wave reaching to my eyes, looking at me through a window of the Xuan window: "The world is so big, there are no wonders, I am a charm, and you are a brand. The dead of Hua Xuyin."

Although there is speculation about what she came to do with me, this is really an unpredictable opening.

I opened the door and asked her to come in: "The legendary charm is formed by the condensing of spiritual power. It is the most susceptible. It seems to be the case. Most people can't see the difference between my spiritual hairspring and a living person, let alone the seal on me. The ancient secret technique Hua Xuyin on his body."

She lowered her eyelashes slightly, her emotionless eyes, and her eyes were a little blue, as if thousands of water surrounded the mountains and reflected the blue sky, and there was fine snow in the sky.

I supported my cheeks and looked at her: "Why did you come to me? Do you want me to help you weave a dream? Since you have heard of Hua Xuyin, you must also know what it takes for me to weave a dream. The price." I stared into her eyes, "You can't afford the price. A charming life is meaningless to me."

She raised her eyes and glanced across the undulating crape myrtle flowers outside the window: "Weaving dreams? The occultist who helped me condense has mentioned the function of Hua Xu's introduction. But I don't want to get any illusory dreams from you. I don't know China. The price of Xuyin's dream weaving is not known to many people in the world. What I want is much more real than that." She looked at me, "You can definitely see the seal in my body about the previous life. Part of the memory."

The cheek brushed the palm of the hand and hit the table with a bang. It can be seen how shocking this incident is. If there is reincarnation, the charm is almost equivalent to the reincarnation of a person, just like we are born without the memories of the past. The charm is the same, how can there be so-called memories of past lives.

Approximately seeing the doubts in my heart, her snow-white fingers placed under her eyelids are just a pair of blue pupils:

"Here, I seal my memory as a human being. It is said that I died seven years ago, and then the occultist used five years to help me condense, extract the remaining consciousness about the past before death, seal in two beads, and put it in In this newly condensed body. But the current me is not the past me. Without those memories, I am nothing."

I looked at her strangely: "Then why did you come to me? Just let the occultist unlock the seal, so that you are the complete you."

The wind blew across the window lattice, and something flashed in her eyes, and she fell silent before it was too late to capture: "Zike is right, dying so young will not be a good life. Don't forget those memories. He asked someone to help me gather. It is said that I owe Afei a lot in my previous life, and my only wish is to be able to repay it, and to take this opportunity to come alive again, as a new life. But I recently thought that no matter how bad life is, there are some things that can be called. For a good memory, when Zi Ke sent me back to Gongyi’s house, he said that Afei has always missed me. But now, it makes me wonder whether the words he said are true. The memory sealed in my body, There is no way for occultists to see, as you said, they can only unlock the seal, but those painful and bad memories, I don’t want to know, only those beautiful things are enough. Hua Xu It should be possible to do this. If you are willing to help me, I can do my best to help you get what you want. And my memory, after you see it, please tell me those good things."

She was right. Hua Xuyin could indeed see the memory of the seal. This principle is like prying into other people's dreams, except that you need to pay attention to your own safety when you fall into her memory, and there will be no other expenses besides.

For a long time, I whispered: "Zike? Chen Shizi Su Yu's... the words?"

She glanced at me, nodded slightly and said, "Yes, Su Yu, Su Zike."

I laughed: "I can help you, I don't want anything."

Master Jun rescued me in order to let me stab Chen. In a blink of an eye, he had been out for a long time, but he was not prepared for this incident. This time, I can use her memory to inquire about the reality. I almost forgot that the Gongyi family was still Chen Guo's arm seven years ago.

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