Chapter 917
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The fragrance of bamboo makes the color, and the purple bamboo bears the Yin.
The gurgling stream is like a clear jade belt shuttling through the purple bamboo forest. Any purple bamboo in the bamboo forest is 30 meters high.
But these 30 meter high bamboo poles are very thin.
However, the thin bamboo pole will not be swayed by the wind in the wind, but it will comb a gust of wind into a soft wind like a comb.
Let the wind in the purple bamboo forest shuttle wrinkled leaping streams.
Occasionally, from the depths of the bamboo forest, a few sounds of Huang Ming come from the depths of the bamboo forest. The sound of Huang Ming is loud accompanied by the scattered sound of bamboo leaves, which is somewhat of the elegance of "Yunxuan high place".
The early spring of Huiyao Federation came a little late this year, but even if the spring did not come, Zhuxiang and Huangming accompanied by the clouds all over the sky also slowly wrote poems.
The story is more warm than the spring breeze.
In addition to Zizhu and jinsihuang, there are hundreds of bamboo species in purple bamboo forest.
Some of these hundreds of bamboos bear fruit, which is bent and falls to the ground.
Occasionally, a few fell in the stream splashing water, startled several purple gold carp in the stream high above the water.
After eating bamboo fruit, the purple and golden carp's tail will stir the stream and lift a ladle of clear water in the bamboo forest, which is like returning a gift from the bamboo forest.
Purple bamboo forest throughout the year can not see the decline of vegetation, the depth of the bamboo forest is hidden with a purple bamboo built of zhaixuan stand.
There are some white cranes flying in zhaixuan.
The white crane waved its wings and set off a breeze, blowing away the incense from the two huge copper furnaces in front of zhaixuan.
Occasionally a few wisps were blown into the zhaixuan.
At this time, a man and a woman were sitting on the seat collapse in the zhaixuan. The man gently combed the woman's waist length with a bamboo comb like ink.
Although the man's face seems to be more than 30 years old, but the hair on his head has become gray.
It's like an old man on the verge of decay.
The woman gently touched the thin mirror in front of her and looked at the man's gray hair. Her face was filled with a happy smile, but her tears could no longer help falling into her eyes.
When a woman cried, the warm smile she had forced to put on could no longer hang.
The man who is quietly combing his hair for this woman saw the woman crying. He took the bamboo comb's hand gently, but the movements on his hand did not stop.
The man's face is still always peaceful, only to see the woman crying, the man can't bear to stretch out a pair of very good-looking hands, gently wipe the woman's tears.
Women are all made of water, and the women's rolling tears wet this beautiful hand.
After wiping a good-looking hand on the woman's cheek, tears came back and wet the fingertips, dripping along the fingertips on the bamboo embroidered collapse.
The man said softly.
"Xiangxiang, don't cry. I'm fine."
"I'm going to leave all the things in purple bamboo grove to chen'er. After meeting my old friend, we'll have a good look at the splendid mountains and rivers."
Looking at the woman in front of her, the man's eyes are clear, and there is a little firmness in the clarity.
Fortunately in this life, I ran into a person and stayed together for a moment.
Why do we have to live in love forever?
Feeling the warmth of tears on his fingertips, Zhu Jun sighed three times.
Even if you are a five-star creator, you still can't relieve your beloved's bad luck constitution.
Second, he sighed that he was not brave enough. At this moment when he was surrounded by Wang Fuxiang, Zhu Jun did not regret that Wang Fuxiang had led to his own misfortune. But I regret that I didn't wade into the water earlier to ask Wang Fuxiang's name.
The third sigh: Zhujun is not sighing about himself, but sighing about Wang Fuxiang. Why is his life so cloudy?
Zhu Jun's three sighs are like three questions, but these three questions are doomed to no one can answer.
Wang Fuxiang turned his head and looked at Zhu Jun's eyes tightly.
Tears rustle down on Zhu Jun's clothes.
"Fu Wenzhu, is it worth it because of me?"
Zhu Jun Wen Yan gently took the ring off his finger and put it on Wang Fuxiang's ring finger.
But Wang Fuxiang is a woman, her fingers are too thin.
This ring is loose on Wang Fuxiang's ring finger, and can fall off with a flick of hand.
Zhu Jun grinned awkwardly, and then put the ring engraved with bamboo patterns on Wang Fuxiang's thumb.
"Xiangxiang this ring is all my wealth, now this ring is for you, you say I don't regret it?"
When Wang Fuxiang heard the speech, more tears came out of her eyes, just like a little girl who was wronged. The more the adults coax, the more tears they shed.
Wang Fuxiang stretched out his hand and gently stroked Zhujun's cheek. Then a hook of his finger caught a wisp of bamboo Jun's gray hair.
Looking at this wisp of gray hair, Wang Fuxiang felt that at this time his heart must speak out.
"Fu Wenzhu, I promised to be with you, but I have one request."
After hearing the words, Zhu Jun quietly looked at Wang Fuxiang's eyes for a long time without speaking. Then he touched Wang Fuxiang's cheek with his hand and let Wang Fuxiang's side face rest on his chest."I can't imagine the future without you, so don't make me think about it."
"If you really want to choose, I hope you can wear the ring left for me in the boundless years when I can't tell the return date clearly."
When Zhu Jun talks, the murmuring stream outside zhaixuan is like light, as if in an instant, the flashy old things are shining away.
The light and shadow of the stream shines in the zhaixuan through the copper stove, reflecting on Wang Fuxiang and Zhujun.
Left this moment of dependence.
When Wang Fuxiang heard Zhu Jun's words, he choked his throat and couldn't say anything.
Only the tears in his eyes cherish the solemn promise of the man beside him.
A man gives you his wealth and is willing to give his life for you, but because of his own reasons, the man chooses to face death.
Wang Fuxiang knows that if only one person can live, then Zhujun is the best choice for Huiyao.
It's also the best choice for yourself.
Wang Fuxiang whispered.
"Fu Wenzhu, don't forget me in this life."
Wang Fuxiang's murmur was very small, which was suppressed by Wang Fuxiang between his lips and teeth, and Zhujun did not hear clearly.
At this time, a few sudden cicadas ring through the quiet purple bamboo garden.
Zhu Jun seemed to have expected this for a long time, but he didn't intend to pay attention to the sudden cicada singing.
Continue to slide the bamboo comb in your hand and help the person in front of you gently comb the green silk.
Xia Shen had been waiting at the entrance of the Zizhuyuan early. When he heard the sound of cicadas, Xia Shen said softly.
"Welcome the cicada to purple bamboo garden. If my teacher is ill, I can only meet him by my younger generation."
"If there is not a proper place to take care of, I hope the cicada will sing, and you will have plenty of forgiveness."
Xia said so, but did not want to lead cicadas into purple bamboo garden.
As Zhu Jun's great apprentice, Xia Shen has been helping Zhu Jun manage the purple bamboo garden for nearly ten years.
It can be regarded as the housekeeper of purple bamboo garden. Naturally, he guessed the purpose of cicada singing at this time.
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The fragrance of bamboo makes the color, and the purple bamboo bears the Yin.
The gurgling stream is like a clear jade belt shuttling through the purple bamboo forest. Any purple bamboo in the bamboo forest is 30 meters high.
But these 30 meter high bamboo poles are very thin.
However, the thin bamboo pole will not be swayed by the wind in the wind, but it will comb a gust of wind into a soft wind like a comb.
Let the wind in the purple bamboo forest shuttle wrinkled leaping streams.
Occasionally, from the depths of the bamboo forest, a few sounds of Huang Ming come from the depths of the bamboo forest. The sound of Huang Ming is loud accompanied by the scattered sound of bamboo leaves, which is somewhat of the elegance of "Yunxuan high place".
The early spring of Huiyao Federation came a little late this year, but even if the spring did not come, Zhuxiang and Huangming accompanied by the clouds all over the sky also slowly wrote poems.
The story is more warm than the spring breeze.
In addition to Zizhu and jinsihuang, there are hundreds of bamboo species in purple bamboo forest.
Some of these hundreds of bamboos bear fruit, which is bent and falls to the ground.
Occasionally, a few fell in the stream splashing water, startled several purple gold carp in the stream high above the water.
After eating bamboo fruit, the purple and golden carp's tail will stir the stream and lift a ladle of clear water in the bamboo forest, which is like returning a gift from the bamboo forest.
Purple bamboo forest throughout the year can not see the decline of vegetation, the depth of the bamboo forest is hidden with a purple bamboo built of zhaixuan stand.
There are some white cranes flying in zhaixuan.
The white crane waved its wings and set off a breeze, blowing away the incense from the two huge copper furnaces in front of zhaixuan.
Occasionally a few wisps were blown into the zhaixuan.
At this time, a man and a woman were sitting on the seat collapse in the zhaixuan. The man gently combed the woman's waist length with a bamboo comb like ink.
Although the man's face seems to be more than 30 years old, but the hair on his head has become gray.
It's like an old man on the verge of decay.
The woman gently touched the thin mirror in front of her and looked at the man's gray hair. Her face was filled with a happy smile, but her tears could no longer help falling into her eyes.
When a woman cried, the warm smile she had forced to put on could no longer hang.
The man who is quietly combing his hair for this woman saw the woman crying. He took the bamboo comb's hand gently, but the movements on his hand did not stop.
The man's face is still always peaceful, only to see the woman crying, the man can't bear to stretch out a pair of very good-looking hands, gently wipe the woman's tears.
Women are all made of water, and the women's rolling tears wet this beautiful hand.
After wiping a good-looking hand on the woman's cheek, tears came back and wet the fingertips, dripping along the fingertips on the bamboo embroidered collapse.
The man said softly.
"Xiangxiang, don't cry. I'm fine."
"I'm going to leave all the things in purple bamboo grove to chen'er. After meeting my old friend, we'll have a good look at the splendid mountains and rivers."
Looking at the woman in front of her, the man's eyes are clear, and there is a little firmness in the clarity.
Fortunately in this life, I ran into a person and stayed together for a moment.
Why do we have to live in love forever?
Feeling the warmth of tears on his fingertips, Zhu Jun sighed three times.
Even if you are a five-star creator, you still can't relieve your beloved's bad luck constitution.
Second, he sighed that he was not brave enough. At this moment when he was surrounded by Wang Fuxiang, Zhu Jun did not regret that Wang Fuxiang had led to his own misfortune. But I regret that I didn't wade into the water earlier to ask Wang Fuxiang's name.
The third sigh: Zhujun is not sighing about himself, but sighing about Wang Fuxiang. Why is his life so cloudy?
Zhu Jun's three sighs are like three questions, but these three questions are doomed to no one can answer.
Wang Fuxiang turned his head and looked at Zhu Jun's eyes tightly.
Tears rustle down on Zhu Jun's clothes.
"Fu Wenzhu, is it worth it because of me?"
Zhu Jun Wen Yan gently took the ring off his finger and put it on Wang Fuxiang's ring finger.
But Wang Fuxiang is a woman, her fingers are too thin.
This ring is loose on Wang Fuxiang's ring finger, and can fall off with a flick of hand.
Zhu Jun grinned awkwardly, and then put the ring engraved with bamboo patterns on Wang Fuxiang's thumb.
"Xiangxiang this ring is all my wealth, now this ring is for you, you say I don't regret it?"
When Wang Fuxiang heard the speech, more tears came out of her eyes, just like a little girl who was wronged. The more the adults coax, the more tears they shed.
Wang Fuxiang stretched out his hand and gently stroked Zhujun's cheek. Then a hook of his finger caught a wisp of bamboo Jun's gray hair.
Looking at this wisp of gray hair, Wang Fuxiang felt that at this time his heart must speak out.
"Fu Wenzhu, I promised to be with you, but I have one request."
After hearing the words, Zhu Jun quietly looked at Wang Fuxiang's eyes for a long time without speaking. Then he touched Wang Fuxiang's cheek with his hand and let Wang Fuxiang's side face rest on his chest."I can't imagine the future without you, so don't make me think about it."
"If you really want to choose, I hope you can wear the ring left for me in the boundless years when I can't tell the return date clearly."
When Zhu Jun talks, the murmuring stream outside zhaixuan is like light, as if in an instant, the flashy old things are shining away.
The light and shadow of the stream shines in the zhaixuan through the copper stove, reflecting on Wang Fuxiang and Zhujun.
Left this moment of dependence.
When Wang Fuxiang heard Zhu Jun's words, he choked his throat and couldn't say anything.
Only the tears in his eyes cherish the solemn promise of the man beside him.
A man gives you his wealth and is willing to give his life for you, but because of his own reasons, the man chooses to face death.
Wang Fuxiang knows that if only one person can live, then Zhujun is the best choice for Huiyao.
It's also the best choice for yourself.
Wang Fuxiang whispered.
"Fu Wenzhu, don't forget me in this life."
Wang Fuxiang's murmur was very small, which was suppressed by Wang Fuxiang between his lips and teeth, and Zhujun did not hear clearly.
At this time, a few sudden cicadas ring through the quiet purple bamboo garden.
Zhu Jun seemed to have expected this for a long time, but he didn't intend to pay attention to the sudden cicada singing.
Continue to slide the bamboo comb in your hand and help the person in front of you gently comb the green silk.
Xia Shen had been waiting at the entrance of the Zizhuyuan early. When he heard the sound of cicadas, Xia Shen said softly.
"Welcome the cicada to purple bamboo garden. If my teacher is ill, I can only meet him by my younger generation."
"If there is not a proper place to take care of, I hope the cicada will sing, and you will have plenty of forgiveness."
Xia said so, but did not want to lead cicadas into purple bamboo garden.
As Zhu Jun's great apprentice, Xia Shen has been helping Zhu Jun manage the purple bamboo garden for nearly ten years.
It can be regarded as the housekeeper of purple bamboo garden. Naturally, he guessed the purpose of cicada singing at this time.
The fragrance of bamboo makes the color, and the purple bamboo bears the Yin. The gurgling stream is like a clear jade belt shuttling through the purple bamboo forest. Any purple bamboo in the bamboo forest is 30 meters high. But these 30 meter high bamboo poles are very thin. However, the thin bamboo pole will not be swayed by the wind in the wind, but it will comb a gust of wind into a soft wind like a comb. Let the wind in the purple bamboo forest shuttle wrinkled leaping streams. Occasionally, from the depths of the bamboo forest, a few sounds of Huang Ming come from the depths of the bamboo forest. The sound of Huang Ming is loud accompanied by the scattered sound of bamboo leaves, which is somewhat of the elegance of "Yunxuan high place". The early spring of Huiyao Federation came a little late this year, but even if the spring did not come, Zhuxiang and Huangming accompanied by the clouds all over the sky also slowly wrote poems. The story is more warm than the spring breeze. In addition to Zizhu and jinsihuang, there are hundreds of bamboo species in purple bamboo forest. Some of these hundreds of bamboos bear fruit, which is bent and falls to the ground. Occasionally, a few fell in the stream splashing water, startled several purple gold carp in the stream high above the water. After eating bamboo fruit, the purple and golden carp's tail will stir the stream and lift a ladle of clear water in the bamboo forest, which is like returning a gift from the bamboo forest. Purple bamboo forest throughout the year can not see the decline of vegetation, the depth of the bamboo forest is hidden with a purple bamboo built of zhaixuan stand. There are some white cranes flying in zhaixuan. The white crane waved its wings and set off a breeze, blowing away the incense from the two huge copper furnaces in front of zhaixuan. Occasionally a few wisps were blown into the zhaixuan. At this time, a man and a woman were sitting on the seat collapse in the zhaixuan. The man gently combed the woman's waist length with a bamboo comb like ink. Although the man's face seems to be more than 30 years old, but the hair on his head has become gray. It's like an old man on the verge of decay. The woman gently touched the thin mirror in front of her and looked at the man's gray hair. Her face was filled with a happy smile, but her tears could no longer help falling into her eyes. When a woman cried, the warm smile she had forced to put on could no longer hang. The man who is quietly combing his hair for this woman saw the woman crying. He took the bamboo comb's hand gently, but the movements on his hand did not stop. The man's face is still always peaceful, only to see the woman crying, the man can't bear to stretch out a pair of very good-looking hands, gently wipe the woman's tears. Women are all made of water, and the women's rolling tears wet this beautiful hand. After wiping a good-looking hand on the woman's cheek, tears came back and wet the fingertips, dripping along the fingertips on the bamboo embroidered collapse. The man said softly. "Xiangxiang, don't cry. I'm fine." "I'm going to leave all the things in purple bamboo grove to chen'er. After meeting my old friend, we'll have a good look at the splendid mountains and rivers." Looking at the woman in front of her, the man's eyes are clear, and there is a little firmness in the clarity. Fortunately in this life, I ran into a person and stayed together for a moment. Why do we have to live in love forever? Feeling the warmth of tears on his fingertips, Zhu Jun sighed three times. Even if you are a five-star creator, you still can't relieve your beloved's bad luck constitution. Second, he sighed that he was not brave enough. At this moment when he was surrounded by Wang Fuxiang, Zhu Jun did not regret that Wang Fuxiang had led to his own misfortune. But I regret that I didn't wade into the water earlier to ask Wang Fuxiang's name. The third sigh: Zhujun is not sighing about himself, but sighing about Wang Fuxiang. Why is his life so cloudy? Zhu Jun's three sighs are like three questions, but these three questions are doomed to no one can answer. Wang Fuxiang turned his head and looked at Zhu Jun's eyes tightly. Tears rustle down on Zhu Jun's clothes. "Fu Wenzhu, is it worth it because of me?" Zhu Jun Wen Yan gently took the ring off his finger and put it on Wang Fuxiang's ring finger. But Wang Fuxiang is a woman, her fingers are too thin. This ring is loose on Wang Fuxiang's ring finger, and can fall off with a flick of hand. Zhu Jun grinned awkwardly, and then put the ring engraved with bamboo patterns on Wang Fuxiang's thumb. "Xiangxiang this ring is all my wealth, now this ring is for you, you say I don't regret it?" When Wang Fuxiang heard the speech, more tears came out of her eyes, just like a little girl who was wronged. The more the adults coax, the more tears they shed. Wang Fuxiang stretched out his hand and gently stroked Zhujun's cheek. Then a hook of his finger caught a wisp of bamboo Jun's gray hair. Looking at this wisp of gray hair, Wang Fuxiang felt that at this time his heart must speak out. "Fu Wenzhu, I promised to be with you, but I have one request." After hearing the words, Zhu Jun quietly looked at Wang Fuxiang's eyes for a long time without speaking. Then he touched Wang Fuxiang's cheek with his hand and let Wang Fuxiang's side face rest on his chest."I can't imagine the future without you, so don't make me think about it." "If you really want to choose, I hope you can wear the ring left for me in the boundless years when I can't tell the return date clearly." When Zhu Jun talks, the murmuring stream outside zhaixuan is like light, as if in an instant, the flashy old things are shining away. The light and shadow of the stream shines in the zhaixuan through the copper stove, reflecting on Wang Fuxiang and Zhujun. Left this moment of dependence. When Wang Fuxiang heard Zhu Jun's words, he choked his throat and couldn't say anything. Only the tears in his eyes cherish the solemn promise of the man beside him. A man gives you his wealth and is willing to give his life for you, but because of his own reasons, the man chooses to face death. Wang Fuxiang knows that if only one person can live, then Zhujun is the best choice for Huiyao. It's also the best choice for yourself. Wang Fuxiang whispered. "Fu Wenzhu, don't forget me in this life." Wang Fuxiang's murmur was very small, which was suppressed by Wang Fuxiang between his lips and teeth, and Zhujun did not hear clearly. At this time, a few sudden cicadas ring through the quiet purple bamboo garden. Zhu Jun seemed to have expected this for a long time, but he didn't intend to pay attention to the sudden cicada singing. Continue to slide the bamboo comb in your hand and help the person in front of you gently comb the green silk. Xia Shen had been waiting at the entrance of the Zizhuyuan early. When he heard the sound of cicadas, Xia Shen said softly. "Welcome the cicada to purple bamboo garden. If my teacher is ill, I can only meet him by my younger generation." "If there is not a proper place to take care of, I hope the cicada will sing, and you will have plenty of forgiveness." Xia said so, but did not want to lead cicadas into purple bamboo garden. As Zhu Jun's great apprentice, Xia Shen has been helping Zhu Jun manage the purple bamboo garden for nearly ten years. It can be regarded as the housekeeper of purple bamboo garden. Naturally, he guessed the purpose of cicada singing at this time.
