Chapter 778

The distant mountains are verdant, and the towering trees outside the cave block most of the sunlight, so that in early summer, I can't see the west inclined sunset and the passing moon wind leaning on her shoulder.

The moon wind cherishes the warmth of her shoulder. He still remembers that this thin shoulder protected him behind him.

It was the only time he had been protected from childhood to adulthood.

That time, he was still hunting in the eastern suburbs. He was framed by Liang Shaoguang, the fourth son of the king of Liang. King Hu was about to come and ask him.

At the beginning of summer, he wore a red palace skirt, which was as long as Weidi. On the broad sleeves, the Phoenix totem with different postures looms and flutters to fly.

Her slender waist was tightly tied by a golden belt, setting off a slim figure.

The faint red gauze makes the graceful posture looming.

The long yarn danced with the wind, and occasionally tassels attached to his robe. He bowed his head and bent his face at that time, and could smell the fragrance from her body.

As now, he was intoxicated by the aroma he smelled leaning against her shoulder.

The moon wind pulled the spirit and God at the moment, and there was only a little Qingming. The red fire flowed on his face, but he could no longer hide his pale face.

His face is like a jade carving, like a beautiful curve carefully carved by a craftsman. It is also like a jade without any vitality and lack of blood color.

"Moon wind pull, if you are reborn after death, when do you want to go back and what do you want to do?" At the beginning of summer, he let him lean on his shoulder and asked in a warm voice. He wanted to know that he still had regrets.

Can she do anything for him.

"I want to go back eight years ago." The blue pupil in the moon wind's eyes is full of strange and dazzling brilliance.

Eight years ago, he had just turned thirteen and had not been reunited.

At the beginning of summer, he frowned silently and counted his age. He thought in his heart that he would change the terrible night of bloody washing the palace.

His unique magnetic voice sounded in his ear, slowly and with silk expectation: "before you sneak down the mountain and fall into the water at the age of eight, stay by the lake and wait to save you. Now let you repay the grace of saving your life, go back to the mountain with you, grow up with meng'an, and live near the water floor with you..."

His words are not finished, his breath is gone.

The arm that wanted to touch her eyebrows and eyes only raised a little, and the last light in his eyes disappeared. The imagined beautiful life made him drop his eyes safely.

The only regret was that he never told him that there was a place in early summer, which was deserted and barren. Later, she went there and everything grew miraculously.

In that barren land, she is the last Platycodon grandiflorum.

There, is his heart.

At the beginning of summer, I didn't know that he had lost his breath, and my mind was still immersed in that he actually knew that Xiao mubai saved her.

In that case, LAN Yuying must have told him that she has been thinking about Xiao mubai since she was eight years old. Since he knows that there is no room for others in her heart, why should he risk his life to help them

As soon as she read this, her nose was sour, and she found that what he said stopped suddenly.

"Why? Let me get you this month first?" At the beginning of summer, there was bitterness and guilt in my heart. I obviously wanted to pretend to be joking, but when I opened my mouth, it was full of choking.

There was a layer of water vapor in her eyes. She waited for a long time, but she didn't wait for the words pulled by the coming moon wind.

At the beginning of summer, I was in a panic. The whole person seemed to fall into a trance. The slightly trembling hand tightly grasped her collar, and the other hand slowly raised, but it seemed to press her arm like a kilogram.

Trembling, frightened, uneasy and heartbroken, she finally put her index finger under his breath.

There was silence and no hairspring.

She suddenly turned and hugged him in her arms, and his chin hung weakly on her shoulder.

She reached out and stroked his head, burying her face in his shoulder socket. He seemed to have the residual smell of Platycodon grandiflorum, so light but so clear.

But the person in my arms has lost the last bit of vitality.

In the last life, Xiao Zimu died in front of her with thousands of arrows through her heart, which made her feel bitter and bitter.

In this life, the moon wind leaned on her shoulder and died beside her.

She didn't cry about the death of Xiao Zimu in the last life, because the full hatred coerced the pain of loss and gathered all on Xiao Yanjun.

However, at the moment, big tears gushed out of her eyes, salty and cold. Drops fell into the brocade robe pulled by the moon wind, and quickly soaked through.

Her whole body trembled and her face was pale. She could only hug him tightly and his cold body.

He just passed away, but his body is so cold. Why can't she hug him before he died? Why can't she even give him a little warmth.

He must be cold. He must want a hug.

But he never said, he just looked at her for a moment, she pretended not to know, and she ruthlessly avoided his feelings.

What did she do at the last moment of his life

"Moon wind pull, you're talking to me."

"Can you tell me one more word?"

"Moon wind pull..."

At the beginning of the summer, he burst into tears. The young man in his arms was like a banished fairy. He could no longer open his blue eyes, smile at her and say to her, "ah Chu, don't cry."

The sun is waning and the sunset is getting darker. A few stars loomed in the sky, shining brightly and darkly among the thin clouds.

The mountains are green and the trees are boundless. Birds across the sky, a touch of blue mountains, clouds flow like waves.

The lake has ten colors and the birds are fragrant. The moon wind passed away in her favorite sunset. From then on, it took away the gorgeous clouds in her heart, leaving only a pale color.

The pale white cloud, like a gauze, was slowly blown by the evening wind from the tops of a pine forest. After a while, it gradually dispersed, dissipated like the life in his arms, and could no longer be found.

As a man for two generations, she never cried in early summer. Even if she had a heart in her last life, she didn't shed a tear for Xiao Yanjun, let alone cry for herself.

Now, however, she held him in her arms, crying heartbroken, unable to restrain or stop.

The moon in his arms is pulled by the wind. No matter how the world renders him dirty, he is a boy who died for her with blood on his hands.

The fire in the cave was left untouched for a long time and almost extinguished.

At the beginning of summer, I felt cold all over my body, but I still didn't want to let go.

Diandian had already rushed to her side when she cried loudly. She didn't find that she couldn't see anything else except the person in her arms

Night gradually appeared in the sky, and the clouds filled into one. The whole mountain was like a vast sea, with only the highest peak and tip, like a little island in the sea, just like a sea of clouds.

But the moon, which should have risen quietly in the sea of clouds, did not appear for a long time