After being gently blown for a while, I knew that Zhou Huaian was coming. In the barren desert, there are not many people. This Dragon Inn is an exception. I just learned that its hostess is called Jin Xiangyu. When she leaned closer and scrutinized my master Qiu Moyan, her words were extremely earnest, and her eyes were shrewd. I saw that there was a trace of coldness hidden under her warm, seductive, flowing eyes.
This woman is not simple. It's not that she travels from south to north, and she is used to seeing layers of gates. It is not easy for a woman to be stationed alone in this desert. I know that the Dragon Inn is a good place to stay. It depends on whether they can cooperate or not. It seems that the gold inlaid jade is not simple or even more. She was accustomed to sitting on the table gracefully, shouting and shouting. She saw everyone with a playful look in their eyes, especially men. But she doesn't seem affectionate. She followed my master logically.
There was a fun fight; it was good; they didn't let each other down. From the sweaty bath room to the roof beams, she taunted my master, "a woman who doesn't know how to light a candle." The small window on the roof cast a string of night light, and the golden light of Ling Luo's flying dance stirred the ground, and Jin Xiangyu flew over the beam in a panic. My master smiled triumphantly, wrapped in her clothes. Well, another empty fight. I couldn't help but think: Qiu Moyan's martial arts, I can't understand better. Looking at the slightly annoyed Jin Xiangyu between her brows, it seemed that she was also a little heartless. When they were testing each other, the two looked at each other and raised the corners of their mouths arrogantly.
There was a sound of hooves outside the door. When he looked at the black dome that leaked from the roof, the gold inlaid jade had disappeared, and he thought he had escaped from the roof. "Go and light candles on the roof." Qiu Moyan added: "The person here is really Zhou Huaian."
While the two of them met, I secretly looked down at Jin Xiangyu. She was so smart, she didn't forget to wrap her body in a flag when she was in a panic, and she looked up here with a pair of warm eyes. Her gaze seemed to have become firmly fixed on Zhou Huai'an.But when Zhou Huai'an reached out to hold Qiu Moyan's cheek, her expression suddenly darkened. The guy next to her muttered something, and she shouted loudly, "Go to work! Go to work! " I could hear her disappointment. In order to find the secret path, the day of separation will finally come.
Qiu Moyan still doesn't like to talk too much. Holding my body, she whispered softly, "Looking at the sword while drunk and dreaming of blowing the corner," and then closed her eyes slightly in Zhou Huai'an's loving smile. With Zhou Huai'an by her side, she really doesn't need many words. It was also under her earnest gaze that I was caught by Zhou Huaian. At night, let him enter that door for the second time.
Not long after Zhou Huai'an put me on his chest, I inexplicably went to Jin Xiangyu's back. She still had that dainty and capricious look on her face, leaning against the corner of the wall, forcing me into the narrow space behind my spine.Get married, get married, get married. Zhou Huai'an was so embarrassed that he couldn't snatch it, so he had to bear it. I followed her from that point on, and she was as happy as if she had made a promise.
On the wedding night, Qiu Moyan was also there. Jin Xiangyu deliberately played with me, his eyes aimed at Qiu Moyan with a hurt face, and by the way, Zhou Huaian had a panoramic view. The eyes of the three of them swept across me alternately. The air was stagnant. Zhou Huai'an looked at Qiu Moyan eagerly, but my former master didn't look back. Jin Xiangyu is still smiling. She is dressed in red and charming, and her cheeks are brightly dyed with the joy of the wedding. It was the first time I saw her coquettish and shy-I suddenly knew that this time it was true. She is such a stingy person that the amorous atmosphere she creates is her only means of earning a living. The flirtatious demeanor has made it so much that I am afraid that even I can't tell which face is real, and I am afraid that I am ashamed to reveal a little bit of my inner self.
The desert is full of yellow sand, and it is not easy to survive in this desolate situation, nor is there anything true in itself. She can only show people her face on both sides again and again. There were many people coming and going, and she stopped after a while to leave, and she was not allowed to have too many reveries. In the icy transaction and the hazy night, under the sophistication of human beings, the shadow of the sword and the blood shone to the edge of the sky, and what enveloped the entire inn was the lingering of her and her other gestures. I was startled to feel my sympathy for this woman, and in the brief time she was my master, I seemed to see right through the thick, tightly stitched cocoon around her. She has never been a proprietress who calls for wind and rain. On this night, she is just a lonely gold inlaid jade who hides her longing.
When her fingertips ran across me again with a little warmth, I couldn't help but feel sad. After all the disguises, the person she will give her last softness to is Zhou Huaian. Their figures were alternately reflected on the window paper. Candlelight flickered. I heard that my former owner, Qiu Moyan, is still delaying Zhou Huaian's arrival by drinking wine. The bright red paper-cuts with happy characters reflected the pale light. She held the huge wine jug and poured it into her mouth, holding back from looking at the flickering candles on the windowsill until tears silently fell from the corners of her eyes.
In the bridal chamber, Jin Xiangyu quickly returned to his usual boldness and boldness. She already had a resistance that was close to numbness to her feelings. Her fears are often unknown, just like how she is not sure that she can exchange Zhou Huai'an's heart. Even so, she was still able to cope with it, and she refused to welcome it. While laughing, she listened to Zhou Huai'an's anxious inquiries about the secret road, and there was a trace of sadness in her heart.
"So anxious?"
"Jin Xiangyu, listen, I will marry you when I come back, and we don't owe anyone anything!"
Her eager and noisy eyes suddenly became cold, but the light figure dodging did not stop. What am I obligated to pay? He was also worried about what he owed her. It turned out that they all used her as a trading tool, and he was no exception. Who else owes her? Zhou Huai'an, isn't it enough for you to play the old lady? Her gold inlaid jade has always been borrowed and repaid. She always got everything she wanted. But this time, she almost preemptively pressed the mole on the drawing. Her improvisation saved him and he will escape. She hasn't been able to get what he promised, but Qiu Moyan returned her a grateful smile.
Is she sheltering someone else's shed from the wind and rain? I like to hear the swear words she scolds with all her strength when she is challenged and sensitive, and I like the ten thousand amorous feelings that she begins to show the attitude of a child, although it is almost the same as usual. The moment Zhou Huai'an finally rolled into the slaughterhouse from the secret passage, the two looked at each other. There was a sudden loss of expression on her plentiful, smiling face. She looked at him with a little bit of coldness and a little bit of unreserved pain. She looked at him with relief from all the usual relief.
He saw through the deep trap in her mood, and she also lost layers of defense. What, do you want to open all the secret passages for you to see? Broken pot, she simply asked. In the corridor, Eunuch Jia stopped her maliciously, threatening her transaction. Jin Xiangyu lightly tidys up People are rich and willing to accompany the old lady. What do you have? In her mocking and disdainful eyes, she still had the look of that all-powerful proprietress. But I know her pain. With her, only what she paid to Zhou Huai'an could not be called a transaction. The cocoon is entangled again, facing the emotions and world that have cooled down, but she still does not want a heart that has just been warmed to end under the reflection of the yellow sand desert.
It turned out that the one who followed me in the end was a Tatar, and she looked at Zhou Huaian meaningfully. He almost subconsciously avoided her eyes. It's not yet the end. How can you be defeated? She is gold in the end. Qiu Moyan couldn't escape after tossing and turning. He was wounded by an arrow and returned to the inn. Zhou Huai'an rushed up nervously, calling her name in a trembling voice. Jin Xiangyu came over and raised her eyebrows coldly. Everyone is dizzy. What's the use of calling? Come to my room.
She was still the same, with a more tepid look, an irritable temperament, and a dashing face when she was used to the wind and rain. I heard and saw the lingering of the two, and even though I turned my back to her, I couldn't bear it several times. You only think about yourself. She looked sadly at the beautiful people in front of her. Yes, Qiu Moyan has Zhou Huai'an. Even if she doesn't like to talk, she will have a bad fate. And she... what does she have?
She's going to lose to her. Jin Xiangyu, a woman who has never lost—what he said was wrong; the so-called cloudy weather only existed between her frowns and frowns. She is confident that she can control the boundary between black and white, and she can also keep his heart from going out of the desert. It's just funny that she has killed so many innocent people in her life, but this time it was reversed. It was this man who didn't put his mind on her who shook her originally fragile defense line like a radish flower. Her biggest mistake was thinking of herself as too strong all the time.
The radish flower in her memory was dyed a little red by his ambiguous eyes and the blood stains she had intentionally splashed on, but she was willing. The yellow sand desert can never bloom with snow lotus. Through the cloth shirt, I heard her heart twitch for a moment. In the shadow of the sword, light and sword, she habitually cursed, leaped out, and slashed hard with the sword. Xiao Hei, who died under the grinding wheel, finally touched her bottom line. She has not forgotten that she is the head of the entire Dragon Inn, and to obliterate her brother on her territory is to ignore her life.
While slashing, she thought of Zhou Huai'an's roar, Jin Xiangyu, I didn't expect you to be the lackey of Dongchang. She looked at him sadly, as if all the ambiguity had never existed and was torn to shreds. She became the deep-rooted hatred that burned in his eyes, and the cold and cold could not be wiped out. I'm? So what if she was killed with red eyes? We don't owe each other anything. Outside the world, there are thousands of passers-by like you, so why leave too many memories?
In the long dust and sand, he fell next to the burial ground where Qiu Moyan sank into the quicksand, dripping with blood and dying. The last blow, he still helped her block. She fell down beside him, with wanton blood flowing from the corners of her mouth. It would be good to be able to die in one place. I don't know where I've been dumped, and the sound of the lonely wind in the desert sings out elegy-like music to me. Listen to Zhou Huaian. Zhou Huaian. In the midst of the tactful and pitiful flute sound, Jin Xiangyu stared blankly at the smile that emerged from the corner of his mouth, and the joy in his eyes slowly faded away. Mo Yan, he murmured in the end, but it was not her name. I remember that at the juncture of life and death, I was taken out and handed back to Qiu Moyan with ease.
Take it. I don't want anything given by others. After she said it proudly, it slowly melted into a distant little point in my eyes.
When she was far away in my eyes again, the Dragon Gate Inn was melting into a raging fire, with flags humming, horses neighing, and sporadic figures reflected on the edge of the desert. Will you come back again? She asked persistently, and he really said, "With so many people passing by in the world, you will eventually forget me." The moment she choked in the face of Zhou Huai'an's back, the wind howled, and I suddenly burst into tears.
At that moment, I knew that she would go, and when I was about to leave behind all kinds of distant memories, I would burn down her painstaking management, and I would not look back like a real knight. Just because she walked out of the inn and looked at the sky, she would be heartbroken because of a person's departure. The man once looked at the scenery here and promised, in a low voice, that he would never see the sunrise at the Dragon Gate Inn again.
You have the courage to face this desert, and I don't. He left in a hurry. How could he have the courage? Qiu Moyan was buried under the boundless desolation here, and the Qing Yuan flute that she never played again. That is the affection that Jin Xiangyu has never gotten.
She only left a sentence, "Go, find Zhou Huai'an," and from then on, she disappeared over the horizon. She is still her, with stubbornness and casualness flashing in her tearful eyes, unwilling to believe in the so-called endgame. She can also burn down the Dragon Gate Inn. She can go after her love alone, smear the back of an infatuated girl with wind and sand, and let the world's only charming and charming gold inlaid jade die in the barren desert.
But as I lay in the twilight, I was confident that she would come back again, either now or in the past. Her style and wit did not belong to anything in this world except the desert. And I will eventually be buried with my previous master in the dark and twilight, listening to every inch of horseshoe trampling in the depths of the desert, waiting for the passers-by of the four seasons to pass through. The sunset washes away the dusty past, and the strong wind stirs my sorrow. I believe she will come back in hiding. There is one less Dragon Inn in the desert, but there are a bunch of solitary orphans like me.
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