Fox fairy
The drizzle of autumn nights lingers like the soft and fragrant breath of a lover. Quietly sideways outside staring at the lone lamp like a bean in the study, looking at the window of the ring like water like the moon, the student in front of the cold window lonely guarded the cold room. I gently wagged my fluffy tail, and my originally pointed jaw became more feminine with a smile. Stretching out a lazy waist, silently reading to the humane person in the window: I---------------------------------------------------------------------- Under the lightly cut and spread sideburns, a beautiful red pink face is revealed. The eyebrows of the distant mountains, the eyes of the stars and micro-dots, the maundy light, the moment flow. I can accomplish a man's desire and admiration for beauty. The door and window paper was nothing more than a figment to me, I drifted in, smoke and flattery, breath like a lan, only a cowardly look, shyly looking at the beautiful man holding the Four Books and Five Classics and moral articles in front of me, his book suddenly fell to the ground, and lost all boundaries in an instant. I took up the wine cup in my hand, gentle as a puddle of spring water: "The long night is long, the autumn lights are lonely and cold, and the little girl is willing to serve the prince to drive away the cold." His eyes glowed with confusion because of the wine, and he asked obsessively, "Who are you?" I accumulated tears and sobbed: "I am a good family son, but my fate is bitter..." This is my cookie-cutter opening statement, and the content of the story changes at will with my interest. It can be a rich concubine donated by Qiu Fan, it can be a miss official who elopes and gets lost, it can be a village girl living in the mountains, or it can be a Qinglou woman who visits at night... But in the end, they would all hug me tightly and rub me into their bones... My body has a temperature, which makes them not afraid, rest assured to indulge in the gentleness of the accident. In fact, don't be surprised by my arrival, don't ask me who I am, if you feel lonely, please hold me tight. I comfort you. What I love is your loneliness. What you soothe is my loneliness. Yu Lan Lu, like crying eyes. Nothing is knotted, and fireworks are unbearable. Grass is like a yin, pine is like a cover, the wind is a dress, and the water is a pendant. Oil wall car, sunset treatment, cold green bamboo, labor brilliance. Under the Xiling Tomb, the wind blows and rains. Su's little soul is still crying in the oil wall car, I have seen her many years ago, her face is pale and unique, even as a ghost, she can't stop thinking and waiting for her lover. She was reluctant to accept the arrangement of reincarnation. Go on an appointment for another life-and-death love-hate. And I, on the other hand, have long since left samsara. There is no birth, no death, no old age. The flies of time can't take me away. As she finished reading the poem written to her by her descendants, I was leaving a man named Kong Xueka, ending my career as a Juana. I smiled, "It's better to stand on the bridge like this than to find the joy of being a ghost." I looked at her pale and beautiful face, gracefully played with the small jaw with the smooth tip of her claws, and whispered: "When your oil wall car is still waiting here, he does not know who to be happy with in the dust of the world." Su Xiaoxiao shook his head in a vague way, picking flowers in his hand, "You are a fox, how do you understand human love." You only have joy and do not understand love. I laughed sharply and walked away. I lived so long that who said I hadn't met love. When I was still practicing and my name was Daji, I once truly loved a man. He is the king, he is powerful, he can gently lift me up with one hand. He loved me with the power of a nation, and I loved him, and even, in order to monopolize him, I destroyed all his concubines with a soft smile. In his eyes, it gradually only became me. However, he was dead after all. Such tyrannical love brings destruction and destruction to other nations. He finally boarded the deer platform, and before lighting the fire, he hugged me tightly, "Daeji." You wait for me, I'll come back to you. I cried bitterly in his arms: "Don't forget life and death after reincarnation." "When I saw him again, there was a woman in his arms named Chu Ji, she didn't smile, she was cold. But he loved her more than he loved me, and he had long forgotten the days of the wine pond meat forest, and he no longer remembered Lutai's promise. All he remembered was this woman named Bao Ji, playing the princes for her. I finally laughed coldly and attracted thousands of wolf soldiers for his flames. Since then, I have wandered the world, destroying the love of the country to him, and it is also the past that is indifferent as light smoke in the previous dust. I forgot, the red sleeves flaunted, and I was already with the others, soft murmuring. I started another period of time, during which I was focused on being a woman named Baby Ning, delicate and innocent. Folding a plum blossom and smiling back, it is another love affair with a man named Prince's Dress. Between the beds, someone sniffed the obscure aroma of my green silk, and I just rightly covered up the unchanging body odor on my body for thousands of years. I just want to pass the time when this silence is not extinct. One by one, they asked me, what's your name? I shook my head blankly, it was just a symbol, and then smiled: "Please give the prince a good name." So he rejoiced, searched through the poems, and gave me a name that was either style or elegance. I'm just leaning on the bed half dreaming and half smiling, it doesn't matter what name, I'm with you, but a little dew marriage in the distance of these ten million years. The scholar took pains to give his sweetheart a beautiful name to remember this beautiful and strange encounter. Let him in the ordinary human years to come, in the face of his wife and concubines, in the face of a good full moon, and occasionally because of a little wind and sorrow, I will remember my encounter with him today. I am his Shunhua; I am his Qingfeng; I am his Yi weaving; I am his Juana; I am his Liancheng; I am his Long Pavilion; I am his Ah Xiu; I am his FourteenThought... I carried the lonely man's longing for gentleness and gentleness, and wandered around them. Shusheng put down the book in his hand, looked at me who was grinding ink for him, and asked softly and doubtfully: "Changting, do you only love me?" I threw myself into his warm arms, with a faint scent of ink, and I sighed softly: "Yes." Chang Ting only loves Gongzi alone. "Sincerely, not lying. At this moment, I am sincere, because my name is Changting. Repairing the wind, the wind, the clothes, my posture is delicate, and the snow is like the flowing wind, bringing comfort to others. For me, it is not a comfort, I look for the memories and traces of the warmth of the past in them. There are not so many gorgeous and amorous fox girls in this world. The foxes have their own practice and life, and they are not like me, who are nostalgic for human men. I am the only fox girl in the world who needs to comfort the lonely fox. As for the ghost girl, the same is true. They rush to reincarnation, not like Su Xiaoxiao, who likes to wait. However, the last time I saw Xiao Xiao, she was no longer crying in the oil wall car, her style was open to grammar, and she joined hands with a scholar named Ning Caichen, who loved to be obsessed with anger. She knew I recognized her and winked at me, "Sister Hu is in a hurry, so it's better to sit down at Xiao Qian's place and drink a cup of tea to quench her thirst." I exclaimed, "You... I came from a certain dynasty, and there was a woman named Gongsun Jiuniang there..." Her smile was no longer pale, "That's me too." I stopped talking, and she finally let go of her obsessive obsession and stopped waiting for her lover from her past life. I carefully examined, this Ning Caichen, horizontal and vertical than she was Su Xiaoxiao's lover to treat her sincerely. I will smile, and the people around me have already taken my hand: "Xiao Cui, have you met an acquaintance?" I smiled smartly, "No." Yuanfeng, let's pounce on the ball. "There is only one amorous fox girl, and so is the ghost girl." It's just that in everyone's heart, each has its own fox girl, each has its own story. Until that Pu Songling heard our stories from all over the place and wrote a book called "Chatting with Zai Zhiyi". Therefore, the world believes that there are fox fairies everywhere in this world who can't stand loneliness, knocking on your closed cold door when they are more exposed. I rolled over my waist and slept beautifully, thinking secretly, that is really an interesting person, asking others to have a beautiful dream about sexual encounters and love in the cold. I laughed out loud, remembering that the student who lived in the owner's house was really handsome, but it was cold, and I had to go and see him... Alas, my loneliness has recurred. Maybe at this point, you're looking at the article I wrote when I was bored, you're looking at the story when I had another name, the scrolls smelling of dusk, the fog at night getting heavier, and you feel your own loneliness and coldness in other people's stories. If at this moment, you smell the faint aroma in the air, and hear the gentle movement of the lotus step, it is dew that wets my shoes and socks. You don't have to look back, I'm already standing behind you, gently gazing at your back...
