Sky Knife Player Story: Didn't wait for you Xue Yao Fan Wai Yi

It's the time when people don't notice or even get a little annoying.

When it is not time to sleep, but it is too dark to go out, which makes people feel more difficult to survive than the light. This is the time when the Emperor of Heaven punishes mankind, you must endure this moment, and then you can wash with the golden basin of copper basin wooden basin with water, wipe your face with a coarse cloth towel of jinpa silk scarf, throw a basin of water that has just finished soaking your feet outside the door, squeak and close the door, turn off the lights, and lie in a thin quilt with warm brocade silk, and this day is over.

There are also rental inns, saying that the Yuelai Inn in Bashu Shuangyue Bay is the most popular, and the place is the most deserted, but the chivalrous people love this desert alone.

At this time, Xi Ling pushed open the window, the window of the inn was already somewhat dilapidated, and a small amount of wood chips had fallen, and the window was a thin path, facing the rough sandstone and the houses on the rock. Xi Ling sighed lightly, although the inn is popular, the room is separated by a simple and fine grid screen, and a room only accommodates one person to stay, it is a temporary residence with the top, but the bookshelf bookcase provided to tenants next to it is old and low, and the bookshelf contains a few books with only empty shells, full of dust, just decorations, Xi Ling suddenly began to envy the hut outside the window, at least it is a place to live.

Xi Ling paced in the room, the crunchy wooden board under his feet made a dissatisfied creaking sound, glanced at the sheet and futon, used it many times, washed it very clean, but always stale a lot, Xi Ling reached out and touched the cotton of the futon, "Washed so many times, it is not warm." He murmured and lay down, when suddenly the lantern next to the bed lit up until it reached the door.

At this time, Xue Yao was staring at the corona, lying on the snow white soft collapse and counting the time, and not long after, Xue Yao suddenly got up, clapped his palms, and said: "The ugly time has arrived." Only then did he hurriedly get out of bed to find a copper basin towel and wait for a bunch of river water outside the door to wash up, and in a hurry, he knocked over a pot of flowers, and with a bang, the pot shattered in response. Xue Yao stomped his feet in chagrin, the solid wooden board under his feet made a blunt sound, tomorrow he was going to buy a new potted plant, Xue Yao thought to himself, it is also a fast snow room type resistant to potted plants, the flowers are also blooming very well, the more they buy more flowers, a room of aroma.

Outside the door at this time the moon stars are rare, the sky is dark as thick ink, the air is cold and a little harsh, Xue Yao took the water outside the door to the feet to pour a thing, then walked barefoot to the house, was woken up by the maid rubbed the sleeping eyes, did not forget to remind the little master to close the door, since awake, the maid will be inside the house and outside the lantern a light up, from a distance to see some bright meaning.

Xue Yao has no dreams all night, the eyes are big, there is nothing to do today, just remember to go to Kaifeng to buy a pot of flowers, the usual washing and dressing, chose a light black veil, the hair is slightly combed, the back coiled up a small pill, the remaining wisp is obliquely on the shoulder, inserted with a plain hairpin, thought about it or in the neck around a circle of black silver collar, is sent by Rong'er, Yun dian alchemy silver craftsmanship plus rare black gold manufacturing, wear it on the ring Dingdang, Xue Yao thinks that he is full of heroism, and he is very precious about this circle.

The dream is surrounded by a misty white, in which the loss of touch and smell reduces some of the hearing and vision.

All people are fair in "dreams", and all people have the right to dream. If we retain a little lucidity, we are free to manipulate the dream, but sometimes like living, we are afraid of death.

We are afraid of death, and the mountain in the dream knows that it is the mountain in the dream, but we dare not jump down, although we have encouraged ourselves in the dream about a hundred times.

Sometimes we are not afraid of death, in the dream to see the blood flowing into the river is only black and white color, the dream can not smell the smell of blood, do not feel too much pain, unless, you really out of pain, such as this time, Xi Ling ended the dream in a cold sweat, feel the headache, "is a cold", he murmured.

Hands propped up on the edge of the bed to climb up, Xi Ling was already sweating, lips pale and dry, the little two who got up early to pass by the door were startled, hurriedly supported Xi Ling's shoulder and asked the guest officer if he was unwell, Xi Ling waved his hand, weak and soft hanging down, said: "I'm afraid I'm cold, can you fry a pair of herbs for me to drink, the money is given." Xiao Er helped Xi Ling to sit on a pine bamboo chair and said with embarrassment: "The guest officer does not know, our Shuangyue Bay is a small place, there is no Langzhong, we have to find a coachman to buy medicine to buy in Kaifeng." Perhaps Xiao Er knew that the bedding of his inn was thin, and suddenly he had a conscience and continued: "Then I will go to Kaifeng to buy a pair of medicines for the guest officer, just to buy some good flower and fruit wine, but you need to wait a little longer." "No problem," Hiling said, leaning feebly back in his chair, closing his eyes and pretending to sleep.

The street in front of the main entrance of the Kaifeng Palace is the most lively, I have written about it several times, this time there is not much ink, we look at the back street on the right, a heroic black and slender body, bargaining with the flower vendor. A small two-like person next to her was less than half a meter away from her and the medicine dealer said something urgently, not much time, Xiao Er rushed to the north gate with a bag of medicine, he was going there to buy some fruit-made wine, there were always guests to love in the morning, and it was important not to delay the day's money for this sick guest.

Then, if we assume that Xi Ling's illness today is not so serious, when he climbs up on the edge of the bed, when Xiao Er asks for directions, he can go to Kaifeng to buy a pair of medicines, time and space are intertwined, and the figures are stacked, then he should be greeting Xue Yao at this time.

XueYao returned to Jiangnan with the picked roses, at this time it was raining, this year the rain was abundant and full, the water droplets on the petals rolled down one by one, Xueyao protected the flowers and wanted to protect themselves, had to put down the flowers to open the black oil-paper umbrella, the falling rain through the pots formed a shallow river, staggered, and gathered in one place.

Some heavy banging sound of rain on the windowsill woke up Xi Ling, when he woke up, a bowl of soup medicine had been cooled on the table, Xiao Er arranged for the cook to fry the medicine to send to the guests on the second floor, the cook was not so patient, only put the medicine on the table and left, did not think of waking up Xi Ling who was asleep on the chair.

After the medicine was cold, it was even more bitter, almost closed eyes and drank in one breath, after drinking there was an uncomfortable foreign body feeling in the throat, wanted to vomit, and the ninja swallowed back, in order to divert the pain, he looked out the window, the rain outside the window gradually stopped, Xi Ling remembered the pen pal who had never met, no, it should be someone who wanted to know, who would become a friend in the future, where was he at this time, listening to the rain.

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