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"No!" The four people in the southeast and northwest joined hands and flew to block his way. "You can't bother her now."
"I remember her." The cloud said coldly.
"I know." Dong Fangfa said, "But just remembering, it is not enough."
The cloud was silent for a long while, and a little waved with a wave of anger, Shen Shen said: "Hey, who is she?"
The southeast and northwest fell behind him, lined up in a row, all silent.
"You really know who she is." Yun double fists clenched, not because of their silence, but because of their incompetence. Why, no matter how hard he thinks, what can he not think of?
The five people are worried about each other and are relatively speechless.
For a long time, Dong Hufa sighed and broke the silence. "Actually, this question, you yesterday, the day before yesterday, the day before yesterday... Since you saw her, every day will be asked once. We have answered you truthfully. The reason why today is not Answer, just hope that you can think for yourself."
Yesterday, the day before yesterday, the day before yesterday... Cloud looked confused, when was it yesterday? When was the day before yesterday?
In memory, the woman in the next courtyard has been painting. Is that yesterday? Or... the day before yesterday?
Suddenly, a violent pain spread throughout the brain, and a head seemed to want to explode.
"Teacher!" The southeast and northwest together exclaimed, holding the crumbling cloud.
At the same time, the brush in the hand of Murong Yunshu shook. "Have you heard it?"
"What did you hear?" Fengcheng asked.
Murong Yunshu: "Someone is calling ‘teacher’.”
Hearing the words, Fengcheng stared at the camera for a moment and slowly shook his head. "I didn't hear anything."
"Impossible." Murong Yunshu put down the pen, took a few steps in the yard, looked around, trying to find the source of the sound, but found nothing.
"It may be your hallucination." Fengcheng Road.
Murong Yunshu shook his head and looked serious. "It is illusory, I can get it."
Fengcheng is not talking. How much perseverance can we distinguish between illusion and illusion in this boneless thought?
Admit it to Fengcheng, you are not as good as a woman.
Ten years, in the ten years of losing the cherished children, three years of short-term pain and seven years of pain, still can not be trained to be a King Kong is not bad.
"What good news did you just say?" Murong Yunshu suddenly asked.
Fengcheng smashed and took back thousands of thoughts and said: "I found a flowerless valley."
Murong Yun Shu Wenyan re-sit, pick up the brush and gently trace the canvas, "have seen the white night wind?"
Fengcheng mouth trembled and said: "Not yet." Then, ready to accept her ridicule. Yes, he is afraid of death, so he dare not enter the Valley of Flowers.
Unexpectedly, Murong Yunshu did not laugh at him. He only said a little, "I want to see him."
Her reaction made Fengcheng very surprised, and she said, "The flower-free valley is not far from here, and it is fast, and it can be reached in ten days."
Murong Yunshu: "I will give you a month to bring him."
Fengcheng heard a stunned voice, "What do you say?!"
"I want to see him." Murong Yunshu's voice is still not ill, but the taste of a few orders.Fengcheng frowned. "I can't even get into the valley without flowers. How can I bring him out?"
"This is your business. Killing people and setting fire, happy with you."
Fengcheng was speechless for a long time, saying: "He has a deep friendship with Chu Changge. You go in person, he will not embarrass you."
Murong Yunshu: "I have more important things to do now."
Fengcheng: "What is the important thing? Painting and writing, what about poetry?"
The pen in the hand of Murong Yunshu paused for a moment, faintly said: "Almost."
"..." Fengcheng was speechless. I haven't seen it for three years, this woman is getting more and more strange!
If the eyebrows are far from the mountains, it is like a star. A good face with a dusty look is lifelike.
Murong Yun Shuti pen smashed into a good painting, and even when Fengcheng left, he did not know.
Suddenly, an indifferent voice rang behind me... "Why are you painting me?"
Murong Yun Shu heard a hand, the pen slipped from the hand, and he jumped up and jumped back, just in time with the people behind him.
Relatively silent.
Gazing at the person in front of him for a long time, Murong Yunshu suddenly turned around, slowly took the picture on the easel, carefully rolled up, and then walked toward the study.
The cloud didn't expect her to react like this. It was in the same place, I don't know how to be good. After a while, she came out of the study and held a piece of paper in her hand. The breeze blew, and the thin paper moved, just to let him see the two big heads on the paper... the book.
For a moment, it seems to have fallen into the ice and snow, turning around.
Murong Yunshu handed him the book, faintly said: "From now on, there will be no connection between you and me."
Cloud took the book, silent for a moment, asked: "You are my wife?"
Murong Yunshu: "Not now."
The body of the cloud trembled and silenced for a few seconds, and some of them were unwilling to say sullenly: "I don't remember."
"I don't remember very well. If you don't remember, you won't feel bad." Murong Yunshu's voice is very light and very light, as if the breeze blows, it will be swept away, leaving only a trace of unafraum mourning, squatting in the air.
"Are our previous feelings good?" asked the cloud.
Murong Yun Shu Xiao’s lips smiled slightly. “Good. No, how dare you forget me?”
That smile, obviously it should be bitter, but the cloud sees the color of happiness. She is very happy to be forgotten by him? Inexplicably, the heart of the cloud feels extremely annoyed.
After a long time, Yun asked: "Do you want to be remembered by me?" The awkwardly like a rebellious big boy, obviously unhappy, but forced himself to hide his emotions in his heart, but wanted to cover it.
"Can you remember?" Murong Yunshu asked.
The cloud is awkward, "I will remember you."
Murong Yunshu picked up his eyebrows and believed his words.
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