Chapter 166 The Secret of the Grove

I stopped quickly and saw a woman sitting on the horizontal railing of the pavilion, with her back facing me, her head leaning against the wooden pillar of the pavilion, holding her knees with her hands, looking up at the bright moon in the sky, thinking quietly

At a glance, the woman was like a sculpture, sitting there motionlessly. The breeze blew by, blowing the long-floating hair. Only then did she confirm that she was a real person, not a sculpture.

I quietly walked in a few more steps. After a closer look, I saw her wearing a red dress and a pair of white shoes, and the fragrance was coming. Could it be Piliya?

He took a few steps and looked at her side secretly. This time he saw it right, it was really a Pili Ya Wen Ping!

Why is this girl sitting here alone?

Memorize me in a daze

It seems that she is worried and has a sad expression. Judging from her thunderous personality, shouldn't she be so sentimental?

I suddenly felt that the thunderbolt in front of me was like a cloud of fog, unable to see and guess thoroughly

I decided to be a scout, and even a villain, hiding in the dark to observe.

After a long time, just when I was no longer ready to hide in the dark and was about to show my presence, I heard her sigh

I immediately observed it secretly again, and put up my ears and listened carefully.

From her deep sigh, I really felt that her heart was quite heavy

Sure enough, after a while, she looked at the moon and chanted softly: Searching for, cold and deserted, miserable and miserable

When it is still cold, it is hard to rest

Three cups and two cups of light wine, but the sad moon comes again

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This girl's speaking speed is abnormal. At this time, she speaks surprisingly slowly. She is really slower, even slower than me.

The tone is desolate, and I feel sad and heartbroken

It seems that it is really difficult to understand a person, it is even more difficult to understand a woman, and it is even more difficult to understand a woman who is both beautiful and spicy.

The Piliya I have observed now is very different from what she looks like in public, and the contrast is too big.

I was influenced by Piliya and looked up at the moon.

MD, the more you look at it, the more you look at it, the more you feel depressed, the more you worry, the more you want to see it

No wonder when literati and poets are depressed, they always use the moon as an example, but they have unique features.

The moon hangs in the air, with both clear and chaotic eyes, looking at you with both clear and brightness, sad and resentfulness, listening to your heart with both understanding and considerate

The dark earth shines on, bringing a rich silver light, bringing people a hazy and confused feeling. If you don’t tell me, you don’t complain, you don’t think about it, it’s hard to be

The sun is the brother, the moon is the sister, the tenderness is like water

Under the gaze of Sister Moon, who is as tender as water, I also become tender as water. I become gentle, as if I have suddenly integrated into Piliya's inner world, and I can't help but walk towards her quietly.

Walking quietly into the pavilion and silently coming to her side

Piliya was still sitting there motionlessly at this moment, looking up at the moon

Under the illumination of Sister Moon, her snow cheeks became more crystal clear and shining

MD, it turns out that she is crying, and she is still flowing

At this moment, she is in the climax of lyrical emotions. If I disturb her, one is that she will be very unhappy, and the other is that I can't bear it.

After all, people rarely express their emotions in the noisy reality. Since they want to express themselves, then express them happily and express them happily.

If I disturbed her at this time, it was not a thing

I want to turn around and leave, afraid of disturbing her, I want to hide aside again, afraid of waking her up, afraid of waking her up

It's not right to leave, nor to hide. I was in a dilemma for a moment, and stood there in a daze without moving.

At this time, Piliya turned her head and suddenly found me standing next to her. Because it was too abrupt, she was so shocked that she screamed "Ah" and suddenly stood up.

Seeing that she finally disturbed her, she felt deeply guilty in her heart: Lu Dacong, you are really not a thing, you are too sorry for him.

I can say nothing, I can't say anything

Sorry, I'm looking for a crash

Say I'm here, who are you?

I could only stand straight like this, letting her hair fall like a stone sculpture

She soon discovered that I was the one who came, and was quite surprised

Lu Dacong, why is it you?

After she asked this, she remembered to turn her face and wipe the tears on her face quietly

Looking at her secretly wiping her tears, I felt infinite pity, my heart was so painful, I regretted that I shouldn't have come.

My voice suddenly became inexplicably low, and my tone was extremely gentle: Wen Ping, I'm sorry, you have a wonderful dream, I've been disturbed by me

When did you come?

It's been a while

Why are you like a ghost? I hate her and start to complain about me

I'm really sorry, I didn't mean it

What have you heard?

I heard nothing, I saw you sitting here in a daze

Lie is one of my great specialties. You must scatter when you should be scattered, and you should not scatter when you should not

At this time, you must

If she knew that I heard her whispers, she would immediately turn her face.

When she heard me say this, she felt relieved.

He breathed lightly, patted his chest and said: You are almost scared to death