Phoenix Shadow Coming From the Sky Chapter 17: 、A Dream of Wushan Long 5
After seeing such a beautiful maple forest, Feng Duying looked forward to the flowers he mentioned.
The two continued to climb up the mountain. The mountain road was a bit steep. Fortunately, neither of them was a weak person, so they didn't feel tired along the way. A deer...
After walking for about an hour, a slant appeared in front of him. Jiuyao led Feng Duying around as if he knew the way, and passed through a narrow valley. Ah!" exclaimed.
There is a valley in front of you, with green vines covering all sides of the mountain, and red Lingxiao flowers blooming from the emerald green, looking up like red clouds and red clouds flying in the air. On the mountain wall directly in front, there is a waterfall more than a foot wide, flying down from the high cliff like silver chains, and it is as beautiful as jade splashing beads. Below the waterfall is a small river about four feet wide, with clear water gurgling by. There are pale yellow wild chrysanthemums growing on both sides of the river, and there are countless clusters of them blooming on the river bank. Swinging, it's like two golden bands of light fluttering on the ground, full of luxurious brilliance. There are also faint clouds and mist lingering on the mountain walls, vines, and wild flowers, adding an ethereal atmosphere to everything in front of you, empty like a fairyland, and pure like a peach garden.
"Is this valley of flowers beautiful?" Jiuyao smiled and led her into the valley.
"It turns out that there are such beautiful scenery in the world." Feng Duying murmured, still in amazement, let him lead him away blankly.
Looking at her like that, Jiuyao was also full of joy, led her to sit on a big rock by the small river, and then quietly accompanied her, letting her watch.
In the mountain breeze, in addition to bringing fresh floral fragrance, there is also a light water mist, which is cool on the cheeks, making people feel refreshed.
Sitting by the river, you will see wild chrysanthemum bushes as beautiful as the golden sun at your feet, and you will see Lingxiao flowers like red clouds flying around your head. Feeling depressed and sad, seeing such a beautiful scenery, I can't help but feel happy.
"This is the most beautiful time for the Valley of Flowers. In a few days, the flowers will all wither and wither in the cold winter." Jiuyao said softly.
"Thank you, what a pity." Feng Duying couldn't help but reply.
Jiuyao stared at her and said, "Thank you, there is nothing to regret."
Feng Duying was taken aback for a moment, then turned to look at him.
"I have always felt that there is no difference between a flower and a person." Jiu Yao's eyes fell on the flowers by the river, "A person's life, a flower's spring, the time may be long or short, but life is the same."
Feng Duying's eyebrows moved slightly, revealing a thoughtful expression.
"People are born, old, sick, and die, and flowers also wither and flourish. People have to go through hardships and vicissitudes in their lives, but flowers have to go through wind and rain in their lives. Many people, and many flowers, have died halfway through those hardships and wind and rain. It is not easy and lucky to be alive after going through many trials and tribulations, so you should not forget those hardships and wind and rain, and you should not be obsessed with what you lost halfway. Whether it is a person or a flower, you should cherish today's rain, dew, and sunshine. Just like in front of me, blooming brightly and resplendently, living a chic and joyful life." As Jiuyao said, she shifted her eyes to look at Feng Duying, her eyes were as warm and warm as the red chrysanthemum, and as bright and warm as the golden wild chrysanthemum.
Under Jiuyao's gaze, Feng Duying was absent-minded for a moment, and then a sentence suddenly appeared in his mind, "The death of the dead is for the living to live better."
During her trance, she didn't think that she had already read it from memory, but listening to Jiu Yao, recalling the scene of that day, she suddenly had mixed feelings, "So you still remember that sentence."
Feng Duying nodded lightly, "When the Emperor Du Xiaowai heard this, I wondered who the speaker was, who could say such a thing."
"The death of the dead is for the better life of the living." When Jiuyao said this sentence, it was like a long sigh from the bottom of his heart, with inexplicable complex emotions.
The words back then were meant to comfort those homeless and homeless people, but now, they seem to be speaking for themselves.
The two of them didn't speak for a while, maybe they were thinking of those dead people in the past, those people who couldn't let go but could never see them again. The valley of flowers is quiet, but it is not lonely and desolate. There are blue and white clouds, the golden sun is shining, and the flowers are beautiful. It is just a piece of warm warmth, a piece of clear fragrance, and a piece of tranquility.
I don't know how long it has passed, Jiuyao took the lead to break the silence, "It's time for lunch, you just recovered, and you won't be hungry."
From the burden, I took out packages of dry food such as omelets, steamed buns, fried fish, and jerky. I also carried a small silver pot filled with fragrant wine. Small jade cup.
The two of them sat on the boulder, eating dry food and fine wine, admiring the beautiful scenery of flowers blooming like brocade and flowing water, quite comfortable.
In the meantime, Feng Duying suddenly said: "This reminds me of the Mid-Autumn Festival that I spent at Dongming Sea."
Jiu Yao heard the words and chuckled, "It was the two of us at that time, facing a bright moon, drinking a pot of tea, oh, and I will play the flute for you." Then, he took out the bamboo flute from his sleeve , "Look at me playing another song for you today."
"Yes." Feng Duying supported Yi with one hand and held the cup in the other, the light in his phoenix eyes flowed like water.
Jiuyao played the flute on his lips, and suddenly a string of clear flute sounded, as if a silver waterfall had been added in the valley of flowers, flying down from the high cliff, and the sound of jade splashing and falling.
In the clear flute music, Feng Duying closed his eyes unknowingly, occasionally sipping a good wine, listening quietly, listening to the whispering flowers sent by the wind, listening to the gurgling water sent by the wind, listening to the wind The sound of Lingling flute sent... This situation and this situation give people a sense of peace in this world and the tranquility of the years, as if a person's life can pass so peacefully, it is so beautiful.
Maybe the sound of the flute is too beautiful, maybe the valley of flowers is too beautiful, or the tranquility is so intoxicating, when the song ends, Feng Duying still closes his eyes, as if unwilling to wake up from the beauty. When she finally opened her eyes, she saw a flawless handsome face close at hand. Before she could react, her lips warmed up, and her nose blew on her cheeks, carrying the mellow aroma of fine wine. She didn't move, Slowly closed his eyes again.
The lip was rubbing against her lips first, and then she could feel the tip of her tongue licking and kissing, as if drawing the line of her lips, which made her open her lip involuntarily, so the tip of her tongue immediately stuck into her mouth , lightly slid between the teeth like a test, and suddenly a numbness came from the back of the neck, and it spread all over the body in an instant. , as domineering as a long dragon coiling into and occupying a territory, as eager as a gust of wind to plunder everything forcibly, so that she instantly felt a feeling of being swallowed, but she was powerless to stop and resist, so she could only let him embrace her with unsteady breath. Kissing...
In a drowsy state, she suddenly recalled the intimacy with the man in this life.
A hug between brothers should not count, right? Shouldn't it count as shoulder-to-shoulder support with soldiers when you're wounded on the battlefield? At the age of twelve, the fourth brother fell asleep under the hibiscus tree, and she secretly kissed his face while picking up the fallen flowers on his face, does that count? Or at the age of thirteen, before the fourth brother went to Minzhou, the moon was full in front of the rose stand, and the fourth brother picked a rose and stuck it in her temples, saying that he would give her a token when he came back, and then quickly kissed her on the mouth ,does it count?
But... all of them are counted, and they can't be compared with the current one.
Afterwards, her remaining sanity also flew away, her mind went blank, her body was soft and light, as if in a cloud.
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After a long time, Jiuyao let her go, and said in a hoarse voice: "We have to go see the snow, or we will miss the hour."
"Oh." Feng Duying was stunned and couldn't recover.