Legend of Fu Yao: Read Wei Long Comment

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This time, the heroine of Longan is called Fuyao.

Meng Fuyao, Luan and Phoenix spread their wings, soaring upward, five continents bowing their heads, and the world surrendered.

Whatever is good, it must be baptized by the years, and life will be harder and harder. The beauty that is born in blood and fire, enmity and hardship can last forever.

Such as Fuyao, this magnificent and exquisite woman has also made a mistake about her sincerity.

The girl in the forest is tall and firm, with a cold voice, saying: You will hurt sooner or later.

For no reason, I remembered Zhang Ailing’s "Genesis", Xiaozhu thought: This person, she always feels that her life is not necessarily related to him, but she wants him to know how much loss it is to lose her.

Shuyao who had such thoughts at that moment was hurt. Only when you are hurt will you think of fighting back.

What he wanted, she could have given the most complete answer. But he never had a chance. When we met again, the pain he felt was not something she deliberately gave. The stranger passed by, and it was not in her heart whether the stranger was in pain or not.

I always thought that what I was looking for in my life could be temporarily put aside, and could be reached in another way—but the moment I turned around, it turned out differently, and it was hard to harvest.

The opportunity to pick that wonderful flower in his palm and let her confide in the fragrance and brilliance because of his care has been lost forever.

The budding branches of Tsinghua University's flowers are bright and beautiful, and people of their own scent will come to find them.

Changsun Wuji, Yuan Zhaoxu.

She turned her head to the side and saw his smile.

The demeanor is immortal and the heart is deep, the methods are ruthless and the origin is a mystery. .

Can't see clearly, never see him clearly. Feng Qingyun is insightful to the hearts of the people, he who lifts weight as light as everything is determined, and who speaks frivolously and acts with restraint.

I don't know the moment when their heart throbbed.

Meng Fuyao was trapped in the secret cave of Xuanyuan, and I saw the distant figures under the bright white moon endlessly dancing;

It was Yuan Zhaoxu who danced his sword on the top of the cliff. He saw the woman in the cave on the opposite side being forced to fall off the cliff, and the moment of desolation under the cliff;

Meng Fuyao was seriously injured and fell off the cliff, and his skill was impaired. The man jokingly hugged her into his arms for treatment;

Yuan Zhaoxuan's expression is faint, looking at the figure of the brave and brave woman with hair and sword in the dark, slender and lightly submerged into the night;

Meng Fuyao is still under the giant net, he will die from stretching, he can hear laughter when he closes his eyes;

It is still Yuan Zhaoxue who saw the woman's deliberate defense, shame, anger and anger from the beginning, to later playing with ingots, clever and cunning.

People like this seem to be born together. His strategizing, her opportunities are full of possibilities; his grace, Anya, calm and deep, and her heroic heroes are happy and enmity.

On the eve of the farewell, the roof was about to say goodbye to the drinker. Fu Yao drank four sips of wine, and finally was able to finish a sentence, saying that he wanted to repay his kindness. In exchange, Yuan Zhaohui responded with a calm tone: OK.

Suddenly couldn't help but smile.

It’s not unnecessary, it’s not polite, it’s not contemptuous.

Such a man who reverses sentient beings like an omnipotent man has the most precious mind in the world.

Like many times before, like in the guest room of Xuanyuan Villa, he stopped her from wanting to go out alone to face the raid. His expression was flat, and what he was doing was actually irrelevant—forever paving the way for her. , While paving the way, think of a reason for her to accept with peace of mind.

And this time, he said: OK. There is a kind of understanding there-to understand the pride of that woman, to understand her independence and persistence. Know how to appreciate that beauty, and know how to keep that beauty firmly.

Then it was the night of Taiyuan Palace's change. Yuan Zhaoxuan leaned over and glanced at the left side of the mansion. When he got on the horse, he unintentionally aligned and said: "You trusted guardians, might as well take them away."

It was when Fuyao Duoma rushed through the barrier, but he still smiled calmly with the tip of the knife, and her suddenly softened heart and tears welling up in his smile.

It was the look in her eyes when he bent his bow and pointed an arrow at her. It was the unconcealable panic in her horseback struggling to look back for a moment, and his heartstring trembling because of that panic.

Everything he did for her calmly, his inner emotions were never revealed by the sinister situation, but waves arose from a look in her eyes. And her panic, her panic may only be because of the fear of seeing him alone in the enemy line. I am not afraid that I will die, I am afraid that the person will never come out and be seen by myself.

After that, and then there were thousands of troops and horses in chaos, she looked back—Yuan Zhaoxuan standing high on the horse, Yuan Zhaoxuan in plain clothes, and elegant and noble Yuan Zhaoxuan, not looking at the people around him. On the battlefield of Shura, he didn't look at the rain of blood in front of him, or the profound court chaos-he looked at her, only her alone.

When is it? I don’t know when. When superimposed in an instant, something broke out of the soil in the scenes, sprouts growing, bit by bit, and will grow into a towering tree.

So, I can only wait for it.

---------------This is the dividing line of routine division---------------

(The following content involves jw dog leg convulsions and broken thoughts, watch carefully, Amen)

Guiyuan often said: Bad essay-she said her own essay.

But from "Yan Qing" to "Emperor Phoenix", and from "Emperor Phoenix" to "Fuyao", I have never heard anyone other than her say this.

Probably this is a manifestation of an author's inner worry about gains and losses while writing articles, although this makes Xiaobai, Xiaowei, want to hit the wall very much.

Let’s not mention the exquisite ingenuity of the plot setting and the natural smoothness of the transition and inheritance. From the perspective of the text alone, the longan text is as beautiful as spring water and quiet as a distant mountain, but you can see the golden sparkling on the water. Boguang, you can see the ridges and greens of the distant mountains, it is a layer of calm but vivid beauty.

Such words will not be stripped away due to the silent years, but will only become more dazzling in the long river of time, and finally condense into a quiet and indelible shape, as beautiful as amber, and timeless as a diamond.

But she was never satisfied. The harshness of her essays made me ashamed as a self-identified person.

Actually, I have been here for nearly two years. For many of these days, it has almost become a habit to open the web page every day, read articles, and read comments after reading articles. Looking at the various comments and longan replies made by familiar or unfamiliar ids in the article, you will feel happy and warm.

Sometimes I ask myself why I can stay here for such a long time without getting bored. However, in the deep and deep night, facing the text on the screen in the silence and darkness, I felt calm; when one day was approaching midnight, the bubbling longan came out frantically and said that the text had been changed to the seventh time, even The plots I liked were deleted for some reasons; when I saw her health was deteriorating, but in the time between Dihuang Jiewen and Fuyao Kaipit, several wonderful beginnings were connected; when diving, I saw the group 'S intimacy and lively complain about each other, so that I can't help but appear...

Or it's because of this, many small things like this. The enjoyment of reading that she brought, the people she knew because of her and her essays, the hard work and compromises she made to write the essay, and the things that appealed to the mouth or concealed in the heart are all in this hustle The world is rare enough.

Well, then, there is a very tacky sentence that I said a long time ago, but now I want to say it again: Longan, thank you for your persistence, and the dream you created.

----------This plain talk is finished, there is a divine dividing line----------

So what, thank you for all the things that can finish reading this stuff I don’t know is Xiami Dongdong. Cover your face, speed sinking