not bound

Xue Zangxue stood on the edge of leaving home.

Looking up, there are layers of blue waves and the top of the pale sky, no clouds and no sunshine, only the flexible wind floats among the bamboo forests, and a bloody smell wafts from it.

Xue Zangxue turned his head, and saw a young man standing at the junction between the bamboo forest and the outside lake.Wearing an apricot-colored military uniform with a narrow waist, the clothes have been washed a little old, the rough leather armor is severely worn, and bloodstained, it seems that he has just come down from the battlefield, lost his way and left his hometown by mistake.

His facial features are not particularly tough, but they reveal the perseverance of a soldier, and he has an indescribable sense of security.

Hiding in the bamboo grove, watching this young man go around in circles by the lake, he just thought it was funny, remembering that he was also lost by this lake back then, and couldn't get out anyway.

Leaving home is a very special place, often you see the destination, but you can't get around it.Take this lake as an example, without walking a certain distance, you will find that you have returned to the place where you were just now, the grass by the lake, the fish in the lake, and even the traces you left before are exactly the same, so many people are used to I instinctively wanted to go back and change my way.Unfortunately it didn't work, the result is still the same.

If you keep walking, repeating what you saw before, you may have a nervous breakdown.

It is also very simple to escape from this circle, close your eyes and feel the surrounding environment with your body.You will find that after integrating your body into nature, the touch of running water and the smell of green grass in the breeze are always a little different.

In the evening, the boy finally found the girl who came to fetch water. The girl was wearing a gauze dress the same color as the bamboo forest, a delicate white mask, and her long hair was loose. She was only tied with a beautifully braided red rope. Hair bundle.

The strangely dressed girl stood in front of the boy, but the boy didn't show any fear.

The girl did not speak, and tied their wrists with hair ties, with both hands wrapped around the wide cuffs, as if they were leading each other as they walked forward, while the boy seemed to know that she was leading the way, so he obediently followed.

The two walked for a long time, the red light of sunset dissipated, and the thin ink color fainted in the sky little by little.It seems that someone used the sky as paper, and wrote a plate of graffiti in ink called Night Color, layer by layer.

In the end, the halo dissipated, and in the deep black sky, the stars twinkled as far away as the sea, and the silver light spread across the lake and onto the grass.The fireflies are sparsely falling on the grass tips and bushes, flickering, as beautiful as emeralds.

The girl doesn't talk much, and every time she encounters a question and thinks for a while, she will answer it in the shortest way and end the topic quickly.

The teenager didn't take it seriously.

When it was the teenager's turn to speak, he raised his head slightly, and told the outside world, the colorful scenery, and the funny characters in a very gentle and sunny voice with a little pride.The girl only nodded occasionally, feeling no sadness or joy.

In the early morning of the next day, the light golden and transparent sunlight came from the end of the forest, passed through layers of leaves and branches, and came head-on.Particles of sunlight are jumping on every leaf, and the small fish in the lake are rolling in the sparkling waves, making grunting sounds.

The girl took out a small package, which contained her dry food.The boy looked at the silhouette of this quiet girl, the sun was rushing into her mask, and her brown pupils were dyed with a layer of red gold, which was extremely gorgeous.

She finally loosened her hair belt, handed the package to the boy, pointed to the inconspicuous bushes in front of her, and waved her hand to signal that he could leave.

For some reason, an emotion welled up from the bottom of my heart, grabbing the boy's heart for no reason.He forcibly grabbed her hand.

"Would you like to come with me?" said the boy.

The girl shook her head.

"I like you, whether you are a human or a monster in the bamboo forest, I like you." The boy was a little shy, but his tone was very strong, "I want to marry you."

The girl looked at the sky and said calmly, her voice was muffled, "If it snows in my hometown this year, I will...marry you."

There has never been a winter on the Fenhai sea, the climate here is hot, so how could it be possible for the Lixiang parked by the sea to snow.

Let's just lie to him like this, the girl thought, the reason for lying to him is hard to say, maybe, she just didn't want to bear to directly reject those dark eyes that were shining with light.

The boy said: "Okay."

He stayed, living by the lake on the edge of his hometown.The two always eat together and talk about the outside world together.

Time flies in a flash, and in winter, there is actually a light snowfall that is rare in a thousand years by the seaside of Ji Feng Fen.

When it was snowing, the boy held the girl's hand and said, "I want to get out of here for a while, and I will go back to the lake to pick you up before spring begins."

The girl neither nodded nor shook her head.

At the beginning of spring, he unexpectedly appeared again.

The girl was sitting by the lake, with the bamboo forest still behind her.

When he walked to the lake, he found that there were several children around him, also wearing green clothes. They laughed and ran away when they saw him.

"Leave with me, I will take care of you, accompany you, and never leave."

The boy smiled and walked towards the girl with firm and decisive steps. He stood at the girl and stretched out his hand towards her.The pale golden armor shone brightly and hotly under the sunlight, as if it wanted to swallow people up. The wheat-colored skin had the unique luster and vitality of young people, and the eyes under the thick eyebrows were gentle and affectionate, which made people unconsciously trust.

The girl supported his hand to stand up, and found that he was already much taller than herself.

Before he could speak, a man's voice came from the bamboo forest, solemn and solemn.

"Are you sincere?"

This is the voice of the elder who left home.

"Yes." The young man froze for a moment, then nodded resolutely.

"Are you willing to never betray for the rest of your life?"

"Yes."

"What is she to you?"

"From now on, since she is me, I will always protect her." The boy smiled and looked at the girl, his eyes were full of tenderness.

"Once she's gone she can't come back, you'll swear it."

"I swear, I won't make her sad." The oath was powerful.

The boy spoke the truth at that moment.

The girl's mask was taken off, and the boy stroked her face, "You are as beautiful as I imagined."

The boy bullied himself, lowered his head slightly, and a kiss was imprinted on the girl's eyes.

The evening glow of the setting sun dyed the fair skin on the girl's cheeks red, her crystal red lips were pursed, and in her pair of clear and bright brown eyes was the expectation of happiness.

She believed him.

So, she goes with him.

The boy pulled the girl into his arms and asked in a low voice, "It's been so long, I forgot to ask, your name."

The warm breath breathed on the girl's face, like the smell of maple syrup.

"Hidden snow."

Xue Zangxue exhaled a long breath of white air, like a flowing cloud in the blue sky that could not be dispersed.

Like Liu Yun, there is also his soul that has nowhere to rest.

I'm such a fool.

he thinks.

Even if I forget how to breathe, I can't forget you.

Xue Zangxue raised his head.

I think of your eyes, deep as the night and bright as the stars.

On the long street as quiet as a cemetery, Xue Zangxue hummed a ditty tune that didn't belong to any country here.

The weeds are vines in the wild, and when you meet your son, you will cherish each other.

After parting with you, the world loses color, the flowers have no fragrance, and the water has no warmth or coolness.

If at that time someone had weaved a dream for me like this, so that the fingers of my lover when I was young were clasped tightly, palms pressed against each other, walking slowly, never stopping, how wonderful it would be.

Unfortunately, I am old.

I am so old that even if I am in the most beautiful story, I am still damn awake, knowing clearly that this is all a Nankeyi dream, even if there is a thousand years of reincarnation in the dream, it is still an illusion.

Wake up, I am still me, without you.

That ditty was supposed to be a love song, but when Xue Zangxue hummed it, it became a sad song.

Playing such a horrible tune that no musician can stand, but no one came out to point it out.

what.

The minor tune ends in Xue Zangxue's self-mockery.

He almost laughed until he couldn't straighten up, laughed until tears overflowed from the corners of his eyes, and laughed until his throat was hoarse and painful.

Chonghua's petals started to fall again, and once again landed on Xue Zangxue's body.

Xue Zangxue looked up, and in front of him was the southern end of the Flame Wolf Valley.

In this place where birds don't shit and chickens don't lay eggs, there is a small unknown land with lush grass, where tall pink and white Chonghua trees grow.

The sky was cloudy, and it looked like there would be rain, and the person he was waiting for hadn't come yet.

Sure enough, the drizzle started to fall.

Xue Zangxue leaned against the tree with half of his shoulders, stroked the bark with his backhand, when he heard very familiar footsteps behind him, he didn't turn his head, because he knew who it was.

But what was waiting for him was not a familiar warm greeting.It was a sword, with a metal-specific icy sword, suddenly inserted into his chest.

It's obviously just a sword, there is no fancy sword in Quick and Resolute.But that feeling is indeed heart-piercing pain.

He seemed to hear the sound of something breaking, and after a moment of surprise, he quickly closed his eyes, as if refusing to see the next scene.

"Ka... Kaa..."

A cavity of hot blood was frozen by the cold blade.

"You are ignorant after all." The voice was as cold as Jian Qi.

Who is talking, it is so cold and chilling.He finally opened his eyes, only to see a man leaning close to him, putting his hand gently on the back of his neck, stroking him slowly, like stroking a small pet.

Those gentle eyes that would bend into the moon when he smiled, reflected the emotionless sword light.

Xue Zangxue wanted to pronounce his name, but those two words slipped on the tip of his tongue, which should be pronounced tenderly, but at this moment there was an unbelievable pain.

In the past few years, I have met several times intermittently, but I have not noticed that this person, he is no longer the small pioneer at that time.

He is a general.

With a tall and strong body, wearing a yellow robe and a lion's gold armor, General Fei Lian was as dazzling as the sun.

Xue Zangxue is young, but not short in height, but the man in front of him is nearly a head taller than him.At this moment, he looked down at him, with the cold-blooded arrogance that belonged to the Guangming Hall and belonged to the law enforcement officers of the Light.

Several light emissaries in white robes appeared from nowhere in the woods, looking at them from a distance, like ruthless supervisors.

"Tell me what is sensible?" Xue Zangxue stared blankly at the majestic lion's head engraved in the middle of his golden armor for a long time, then slowly pulled out a mocking smile, "Pretend not to see all this, just ask questions ? Or be the sword of your Guangmingtang, the one who slaughtered my soul?"

"You really can't understand me," the man said regretfully, "Look at you now, my proud Leaving Snow, how can you have the slightest demeanor back then?"

Seeing that Xue Zangxue didn't speak, his expression became more and more indifferent, and his condescending eyes gradually filled with disgust.

Xue Zangxue raised his head suddenly, and the faceless mask finally shattered at this moment, half hanging on his face, half falling into the water beach, revealing the hideous scar from the temple to the brow, and his messy hair was drenched in the rain. He took off his outer shirt, but now the old clothes are still torn in many places, bloodstains are scattered everywhere, his current appearance is really terrible.

"Hahaha."

Xue Zangxue couldn't help but started laughing, as if he heard an extremely funny joke, he couldn't help laughing.His whole body was shaking, tears were creeping down his cheeks, and he didn't know whether he was laughing or crying.

This is the feedback from Guangmingtang?It really is different.

The man still looked at him with disgust.

The sword on the chest hadn't been pulled out yet, the wound was tearing even more violently while trembling, and the blood was spreading rapidly on the clothes, but the person leaning on the tree didn't seem to feel anything.

After laughing, he slowly lowered his head and didn't make another sound.

The author has something to say:

Association for the Protection of Musicians: So you know who is the last thing a musician should mess with?

Musicians: I know!

Musicians Preservation Society: Speak Up!

Musicians: Xue Zangxue!

Mengxin Musician: Why?

Old Youtiao Musician: He is tone deaf, no matter what tune you play will do him any substantial harm, it is better to play it.