Chapter 135 Let me play you a little song

Style: Heros Author: Jun WuyaWords: 2650Update Time: 24/01/10 09:54:49
Thinking of this, Bai Bingxue calmed down.

She looked at the snowflakes flying in the sky and seemed to be talking to herself: "When I was born, it snowed so much in southern Hunan. However, the place where the snowflakes fell turned into a cage, and I could only stay in it. .”

"That is a very clever formation." Jiang Fan used his theoretical knowledge to analyze: "The people who set up the formation used snowflakes as talismans, and drew as many talismans as the snow fell. Then use you as the eye of the formation to make the formation operate to achieve a certain purpose. Because you are the eye of the formation, you are very important and cannot leave that formation. Once you leave, lightning will strike you. "

"So now, if I escape from this formation, what will happen?" Bai Bingxue asked worriedly.

Jiang Fan looked indifferent: "Who knows, I will protect you anyway."

Hearing these words, Bai Bingxue felt warm in her heart.

She couldn't help but tilted her body and rested her head on Jiang Fan's shoulder.

"What are you doing?"

"Don't be stingy, just rely on me." Having said this, Bai Bingxue thought of something and said with a hint of pleading: "Jiang Fan, don't disappear suddenly again. I know you are powerful, and I won't think too much. , I just want to lean in for a while.”

After hearing this, Jiang Fan said nothing and looked forward silently.

Women before the fall and after the fall were simply creatures of two different dimensions.

Senior Bai, who used to be so cold and cold, turned out to be a love brain and so clingy.

Could it be that besides men, there was no desire for knowledge about the world in her mind?

Her birth caused wonders in the world, so extraordinary.

In the Taoist sect, this is a person born with great opportunity and a genius in cultivation!

Therefore, Jiang Fan originally planned to guide Bai Bingxue to the path of Taoism.

But this second ratio doesn’t do this at all.

Her love brain completely blinded her Taoist heart!

Something will occur if it belongs to your life, if not, do not push it.

Forget it, you can’t force it.

Maybe at some point in the future, she will have an epiphany.

At this time, Bai Bingxue fell into an emotional vortex.

Her eyes became increasingly blurred: "Jiang Fan, thank you, thank you so much!"

"You're welcome."

"Do you know what this night means to me?" Bai Bingxue said sincerely: "Many people think that Shonan is very big, and it is indeed very big. I can stay there all my life and have no worries about food and clothing, so I should be content. Besides, some people stay in one place all their lives. Don’t leave the province, they may never even go out to the county town of their hometown. Aren’t they living a good life?”

Bai Bingxue suddenly let out a cold "hum".

"But am I the same as them? It's different! They can go wherever they want to go at any time. But I can't. Not only am I trapped here, but my heart is also trapped! The hearts of others can be infinitely broad, It can be the great mountains and rivers of the motherland, it can be the entire world, it can even fly out of this planet and be a starry sky."

Speaking of this, crystal tears welled up in Bai Bingxue's beautiful eyes.

"But I can't, I can't go to other places. To me, they are like they don't exist. My world is only so big. It's like a covered fly, buzzing around. No matter how loud it screams, it's useless. Wuwuwu~ I’m just a headless fly that can’t fly out, Wuwuwu~”

Bai Bingxue finally cried out all the grievances she had been holding in her heart.

Actually, Jiang Fan doesn't like women crying.

He once answered a phone call in the middle of the night.

As soon as the call was connected, the other party started crying.

He died then.

Cry, cry, cry, cry, cry!

But now that Bai Bingxue was crying beside him, Jiang Fan was not so disgusted.

After all, her experience is quite special and there is nothing artificial about it.

When the emotion comes, I cry.

Still acceptable.

Jiang Fan looked at the tearful man next to him and suddenly said: "Let me play a little song for you."

Bai Bingxue was slightly startled, left Jiang Fan's shoulder, stretched out her little hand to wipe the tears from the corners of her eyes.

"Can you still play music?"

Jiang Fan didn't say anything, just smiled mysteriously.

Then, he stood up and walked into the small bamboo house.

In a daze, Jiang Fan's figure had disappeared.

In the middle of the small bamboo house, there is a green table.

On the green table, there are two pots of old wine and a guqin.

A man wearing a green shirt with long flowing hair was sitting in front of the blue table, stroking his hand on the guqin.

He hasn't played music for a long time.

I vaguely remember the last time, it was in the forest under the moon, with the breeze swaying.

Drinking with others, I don’t know what year it is.

So unhappy!

"Boom" sound.

The man in green shirt plucked the strings with his slender fingers.

Immediately, melodious tunes came from the small bamboo house.

Echoed in the snowy mountains.

That song was heartbreaking.

That song is full of love again.

There are mountains, water, flowers and moon.

In short, it sounds to Bai Bingxue.

That was the best song she had ever heard in her life.

Unconsciously, she closed her eyes.

The whole body and mind were immersed in the poignant ditty.

When Jiang Fan finished playing the song, he found that Bai Bingxue had fallen asleep leaning against the door.

He played the song just now with a bit of sadness.

I didn't expect that it would be so long ago when those memories unfolded.

Those people and those things all appeared before my eyes.

It seems like it happened yesterday.

Jiang Fan calmed down his emotions, put away his costume, and stopped thinking about it.

He stood up, walked to the door, and picked up Bai Bingxue.

Immediately, the two disappeared from the spot.

On the vast white snow mountain, a small green bamboo house is left.



When Jiang Fan returned home, it was already three o'clock in the morning.

He put Bai Bingxue, who was sleeping beautifully, on the bed.

Then, I went to my mother's room.

Li Dongmei is very frugal on weekdays.

Even if air conditioning is installed, in order to save electricity.

When going to bed at night, she adjusted the temperature of the air conditioner to 26 degrees.

Although the temperature in the room was not very low, it was cold at night.

When Jiang Fan entered the house, the quilt on his mother was only half covered.

He must have a bad habit of kicking the quilt after falling asleep.

Like a child.

Jiang Fan couldn't help but smile, stepped forward, and covered his mother with the quilt.

I’m always worried that I can’t take care of myself.

As for you, you even kick off the quilt when you sleep at night.

Can you take care of yourself?

Looking at his mother's sleeping face, Jiang Fan couldn't help but scold her in his heart.

This feeling is very interesting.

He suddenly felt.

In fact, people pursue so many material things.

The ultimate goal is not for spiritual enjoyment.

And the greatest spiritual enjoyment in this world is true love.

The most true love in this world is the love of parents.

Luxury cars and luxury cars are what everyone yearns for.

It’s because the vast majority of people can’t get it,

Because I couldn't get it, I added a lot of points in my mind.

And when parents appear around you all the time, nagging you about this and that, you will feel very annoyed.

If a person has no parents and stays in a mansion and a car every day.

He might understand that cold things are not as warm as flesh and blood.

Jiang Fan couldn't help but take a look at the room.

Mom's dressing table is very simple, without the various small bottles commonly used by women.

There was only an eyebrow pencil, a bottle of makeup cream, and the bottle of Lancôme black gold face cream that Bai Bingxue gave her.

In order to raise myself, my mother has always played the role of mother.

She forgot that she was a woman and lost her nature of loving beauty.

Thinking of this, Jiang Fan looked at his sleeping mother again.

Her weather-beaten face was covered with wrinkles.

"Bingxue's family is so rich, their family should be well maintained. Unlike me, they are so mature."

Jiang Fan's heart rang with what his mother had said.

Suddenly I felt melancholy.

Mother.

You gave birth to me and raised me, and you suffered a lifetime.

From now on, let me take care of you.