The Rise of Phoenixes Chapter 530:
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After drifting for a day, I didn’t see the boat. Fortunately, I brought dry food and water with me, but it was inconvenient to start a fire, so I swallowed it all. Gu Nanyi kept rowing in the direction of Xiliang during the day, but the planks of the boat were no better than the boat after all. There was Ning Cheng dragging him behind, so he couldn't go any faster.
The moon rises at night, the sky is as clear as water, and the snow-like moonlight spreads thousands of miles on the sea. As far as the eye can see, there are twinkling waves, and a section of the ship drifts towards the moonlight. Feng Zhiwei He sighed under the huge golden moon and said a little thankfully: "Fortunately, it won't be like in the storybook. If you fall into the sea, you will encounter a storm. Look at the sky, it will be sunny within a few days."
Gu Nanyi said nothing and put the oar aside. Feng Zhiwei gave him a distressed look and said, "You always don't want me to row, and you refuse to stop. It's been a tiring day. Let's take a rest." Turning her eyes, she saw Gu Nanyi hiding her hands in her sleeves. She turned her eyes away quietly and suddenly pointed to the horizon and said, "What a beautiful seabird!"
Gu Nanyi raised his head to look, and Feng Zhiwei suddenly took action, lifting up his sleeve and dragging her hand. She had paid attention to her hand strength when dragging, but Gu Nanyi still shrank subconsciously, as if he was a little shocked, Feng Zhiwei With sharp eyes, Zhiwei saw that his long, snow-white fingers were densely covered with blood blisters. Some of the blood blisters were broken and some were not. They were dark and purple, and looked very scary.
She grabbed Gu Nanyi's hand, pursed her lips, and secretly cursed herself for being too careless. Gu Nanyi was not one of those boatmen who held oars all year round. It was impossible for him to master the rowing skills. After a day of rowing like this, how could he not wear it out? Injured hand?
Gu Nanyi seemed a little uncomfortable and put his hands back, but Feng Zhiwei refused to let him go. He took off the hairpin that bound his hair, lit a waterproof flint, roasted the hairpin, and carefully began to pick out his blood one by one. Bubble.
Her bun was loose, and her long black hair was spread all over her body. Some of it fell on Gu Nanyi's shoulders. Gu Nanyi leaned forward to smell it. Feng Zhiwei smiled and said: "Don't make trouble..." Ning Cheng, who was fighting on the ship's board, raised his head and glared at her, looking like an adulterer, get out of here. Feng Zhiwei took the hairpin and looked at Ning Cheng's eyes, and Ning Cheng suddenly buried himself in the sea water.
The annoying and noisy one was quiet, and all that was left was Feng Zhiwei's gentle breathing and the long singing of the sea breeze. The faint fragrance spread and mixed with the steaming breath of the sea. It was obviously not easy. However, Gu Nanyi felt that he could clearly separate them - everything that belonged to her was always first and clearest in his world.
He lowered his eyes and saw Feng Zhi sitting in front of him with her half-wet clothes slightly covered, her long eyelashes slightly drooped and her expression quiet. The moon behind her was as big as a disk, shining thousands of miles away. It reminded people in a daze that it was now. During the Mid-Autumn Festival, Mid-Autumn Festival, Gu Nanyi vaguely remembered that it was a day of reunion. He slightly curved the corners of his lips with satisfaction - well, it was very nice and reunited.
Feng Zhiwei popped the last blood blister, found a piece of her underwear that was not soaked by the sea water, and carefully wrapped her hands around Gu Nan's clothes. Suddenly she felt that he seemed to be in a happy mood, and asked with a smile without even raising his head. : "What happy things come to mind?"
There was a sudden warmth on her shoulders, but it was Master Gu's arms that came over her. He put his arms around her shoulders with a light and gentle gesture, a little cautiously, and exerted slight pressure with his fingers. Feng Zhiwei couldn't help but lean on his shoulders. .
Feng Zhiwei was a little uncomfortable. She looked back at Ning Cheng, who was lying on the board of the boat as if he was about to fall asleep. She wanted to struggle, but she heard the young master sigh.
Gu Nanyi rarely sighs. His sighs are different from ordinary people's sorrows in length and length. They are light and indifferent, just like the sea breeze wandering lonely under the reunion moon at this moment.
Feng Zhiwei's back stiffened, and she suddenly remembered the conversation between father and daughter that she heard at the banquet in Xiliang Palace that day. Her heart felt sour, and she leaned on Gu Nanyi's shoulder without moving.
Gu Nanyi didn't get close to her, he just rested his chin gently on her temples, hugging her and looking at the bright moon in the sky. He seemed to be satisfied as long as he held her like this, and never spoke. Feng Zhiwei knew that he She was taciturn and didn't want to break the quiet beauty of the night, so she sat quietly.
The sea tide was gentle this night, gently pushing the ship's plank. The moonlight was like scattered silver, plating the outlines of the two people clearly.
Feng Zhiwei suddenly heard Gu Nanyi whisper: "Reunion..."
Feng Zhiwei said "huh?" and then realized what day it was.
"Who did you spend the Mid-Autumn Festival with before?" she asked in a low voice.
Gu Nanyi seemed to think for a while, and then slowly said: "I don't remember when I was a child. Later, my nanny would make pancakes for me. She would talk a lot and sing songs that day, but I don't even remember it."
Feng Zhiwei listened quietly, thinking that the perfect nights in the past for many years were actually incomplete for him, so even though he was surrounded by thousands of people, he was finally alone, until one day he finally understood The true meaning of reunion is to be separated from the people around you.
Fate has always been very unfair to him.
She sniffed and tightened her clothes, and heard him say leisurely: "Wei, it would be nice to keep floating like this."
Feng Zhiwei said "hmm" and felt that the person behind him seemed to be happy again, as if he could really float down without worries and sorrows, like a wisp of wind, scattered in the universe without any worries.
It’s great to float down like this.
She leaned against Gu Nanyi quietly, and both of them raised their delicate chins to look at the bright moon on the sea in the distance. The moon seemed so close that you could reach out and touch it, and you could clearly see the light cyan veins swirling around. Like mountains, people, and fairyland Penglai, is there really a Penglai in the world for people who are tired from walking to escape from the world, let go of their worries among the green cliffs and white deer, and find the true freedom deep in their souls?
For a long time, amid the long sea breeze and the low chirping of seabirds, Feng Zhiwei said softly: "Let me sing you a Mid-Autumn Festival song..."
Gu Nanyi let out a low "hmm".
"Mother Moon, shine upon me, little girl, without my mother..."
The song is soft and soft, just like the sea water. The sound of the tide is continuous and undulating in the vast sky and earth. The moonlight silhouettes the man and woman embracing each other in silence, and they follow the water leisurely to Penglai in their dreams.
Feng Zhiwei didn’t know when she fell asleep. It seemed as if she fell asleep after being tired from singing, or as if Gu Nanyi touched her sleeping point. The moonlight and sea water last night were so gentle that she seemed to have fallen asleep in her dream. She heard a low whisper coming from the distant sky, bright and distant, tender and sincere. In such a whisper, she seemed to feel that someone gently pressed his face to her forehead, and someone seemed to have whispered in her ear. , said one after another: Take care, know the subtleties.