V1.C277 (1/2)
At night, the stars are shining.
Look up, bright stars hanging upside down in the sky, flashing bright light, give people a kind of soul shock, but also give a kind of soul washing.
When you see the stars, you will feel that everything can be put down, because compared with the vast sky, people are just dust.
By the campfire, Xuan and Shuihu sat side by side, looking up at the starry sky and receiving this rare spiritual washing.
As a matter of fact, Xuan loves to watch the stars, which will make him calm and more conducive to thinking about things. However, over the years, he has forgotten how long he hasn't looked up at the stars quietly.
The two jars of wine have already been eaten, and the degree of wine in the Warring States period is not high, unless it is specially made liquor.
Two people drink old wine, although the degree is not high, but can not stand, two people each drink a jar, at this time have drunk, dizzy, in the night wind blowing under a different taste.
”Tell me a story,” he whispered, looking up at the sky
Xuan looked at her and said, ”what's crazy?”
”I don't care. I want to listen to stories. When I was young, every time I was unhappy, my father would tell me stories to make me happy. Now I am not happy.”
Looking at Shuihu, who was playing a small role after being drunk, Xuan silently laughed and couldn't help but reach out and touch her head and said, ”OK, I'll tell a story to coax my princess to be happy.”
Speaking of this, Xuan thought for a while, and slowly said, ”once upon a time, there was a female Ninja named Zhu Yingtai...”
”Zhu Yingtai, what a strange name?”
”Don't interrupt.”
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”In this way, Zhu Yingtai and Liang Shanbo turned into two butterflies and lived happily ever after.” Under the light of the fire, Xuan told the world version of Liang Zhu.
At this time, the whirlpool Shuihu was already in tears and choked: ”they are so poor. They clearly love each other, but they can't be together. Zhu Yingtai's father is also a jerk. He knows clearly that she doesn't like it, and he will force her to marry that Ma Wencai.”
Listening to Shuihu's words, Xuan gently raised the corners of his mouth. Liang Zhu's story is a classic love story of the past life, known as the Oriental ”Romeo and Juliet”. The tears used to deceive the little girl are naturally captured.
When he was thinking about it, his shoulder sank. I don't know when Shuihu was leaning on his shoulder. ”But in the end, they ended up beautiful. Do you think we will become butterflies after we die?”
Xuan touched her hair and said, ”nonsense, I didn't intend to die so early. You are also doomed to live a hundred years old. What do you say to turn into a butterfly?”
The whirlpool water user long relaxed tone, silent down, two people enjoy this rare tranquility. Not far away, frogs chirp low, and the sounds of various night insects fluctuate with each other, forming a euphemistic Nocturne.
”What kind of man is it between the pillars of a thousand hands?” After half a sound, the whirlpool water user suddenly asked.