Swordsman, castle and rose valley
City edge
prelude
The wind is very big, the rolled dust masks the entire castle. In the distance of the horseshoes in the distance, the weak shouts of horror, that is a woman's voice ...
The wind stops, dust dispersed, the flag on the castle is gently floating, as if there is no wind. A huge eagle leaps on a dead tree, on its claw, cracking on a white yarn ...
One
The rose has changed and turned black color.
The fragrant tea has changed, and it becomes a taste of spirits.
The tone of the lacti has changed, it becomes distant and strange.
On her white, wearing a ring with a huge gemstone, slowly wiper long hair. In the show, a pair of clear eyes flashed and indifferent.
She is a horse, the ring is the imprint of the brand, symbolizing her owner.
She is a targeted product, and when she is smoking, she stays in the exhibition.
She is a woman, a spirit of the most fascinating man emotions in the world.
She is a buzzing style, which is filled with charming beauty around the castle ...
She was originally a sword.
However, she left the swordsman to come to the castle. In the four sides, she knew a residual battle. However, she would not be injured, only people were injured for her, even died. But no one hates her, because her beauty can dissolve all hatred. In front of her, everyone is like devout believers, humble slaves.
She didn't see the battle, she was blurred to hear the swordsman injured, he disappeared in the endless desert, the bouquel he left was also blown away.
two
"Will you miss him?"
"Why don't you think, I will think about everyone."
"To know that he has not retired."
"But he lost."
"He still is still the best swordsman, he can win me."
"But you grab me."
"As long as you are willing, you can go back at any time."
"I went back, would you still come to grab me?"
"Maybe because I need you."
"Then why will I go back ..."
three
He once fantasized a thought, to stay forever in the upper society, but it is true that the swordsman will die. He is no longer him, he is just someone else. Others are not swordsman, and the swordsman is just him.
He likes to listen to her laugh, I like to see her passion and mature eyes. When he took her waist, it feeled like a cloud, soft water flow, there is always a unadcoming fear. He knows that only one weapon in the world can block his sword, that is her eyes. You can stab the hurt, or you can warmly dissolve all the glaciers. She is almost a god. The maturity of her young and people can't believe that there will be more beautiful women than her.
The swordman even couldn't even know that it was love to be love.
He knows that he has finished, just when the thought of his mind, the light on his sword is like a meteor.
She really likes roses.
He went to the Rose Valley every three days, picking back a big wet, fresh rose, in front of her window, this time she laughed, her maturity in her eyes became Petite naive. He took her riding a horse on the dust, Mercedes, the laughter of the two flew over the sky, and the swordsman glowed up a strange expression. He felt that the sword was rippled in the whole body. He couldn't help but took a sword thorn to the air, and a sharp whistling was sent. He draws a blood exotic on his thigh, and a pain makes him feel another pleasure. At this time, her eyes recovered again, she was sitting in his arms and said, "Are you not a swordsman?"
He hugged her tightly, and she was afraid that she would run away like a style. He looked at the sword in his hand: "I have no choice."
Everyone will have an optionless.
four
She looked at the vast desert before the window. Her roses have been faded. She stands for a long time, it is a bit tired. She is eager to have anyone can break into her vision, she wants to hear the story outside. She appeared too lonely. Finally, someone came, moved slowly.
That is a tall man, full of dust, he raises the chin, searching around with your eyes, then, then come over.
He stopped in front of her window, looking at her, there is no expression on his face. She didn't open, she was waiting for him to talk, he had a taste of the same taste as the swordsman.
He said, saying that it is neither sincere and not too fierce tone: "Give me some water."
She stood quietly and indented him.
His eyes crossed her, stopped on a ride hanging behind her wall. He said: "You are living with a man?"
She wants to ask: "How do you know?" But then alert. She doesn't want to enter his circle, and since he knows, he has his method. But she saw that he was thirsty, his voice was not very clear, and his lips rolled up a layer of skin. However, he didn't look urgent, he looked around, including her. For a long time, he said again: "You are this most beautiful woman."
Any woman will laugh at this praise. She laughed.
He continued: "You should not stay in a place. You should go to another world, a better world."
"Maybe." She said calmly, "Maybe I will leave here, I am not the most beautiful woman."
He slightly, like this is never heard of so reasonable. He nodded and said, "Then I will tell you the story outside."
He is standing in the sun, and many strange things, fresh things are disconnected in the intermittent sound. She is still calm with him calmly, and there is no change in my face, neither encouragement. She has been a long time, and finally feel tired. At this time, he stopped the mouth. She blinked and wanted to see some faces, but the wind blows his hair, his face was shaken. She sighed and said, "You forgot one thing."
"What?" He asked surprised.
"You forgot to drink it to me."
He suddenly laughed, he was jumped, gently jumped into the window, and stuck her thin clothes. She rushed into his arms and kissed his lips with her lips and said quietly: "Do you want me to leave here?"
He stroked her hair and said, "Because it is dangerous."
She laughed and slowly took his mask - he was a sword.
She smiled happier.
Fives
The danger comes from the heart.
Sometimes your heart is dangerous, then perhaps the danger is really coming.
Rose Valley is because there are too many roses. Here, there are only two colors of the two deserts, and there are only two colors of red, and more, sometimes it seems like a magic pit that is staining with blood. The winds and sands form two concave airflows to push both sides, so the rose valley is like spring.
The swordsman felt a different here.
There is no other person here, except for the swing of the swordsman, he can only hear the long hiking and wings of the black eagle. He saw the broken roses, cutting with the knife, and he always folded.
No one knows this place, people who have come to the two deserts are dead. He has to spend a whole day every time. If he is not he uses a strange practice to cross the desert, he can't have such a big perseverance to abstract the rose.
There are still a lot of roses, and he has an ominous hunch in his heart, his temple is in violently. He saw the rose branches of the broken mouth like seeing his blood.
Who wants these roses? Who is intrusioning into his ban?
He looked at his sword, and the sword had a slight crack, which became more and more red due to overfeeding. He decided to stay, left her for a while. He wants to confirm these dangers. I think that there is another person's dance sword, it is more high than yours, and his heart is itchy, and therefore coughs dramatically. He coughed with his face began to distort it. One day, two days, three days ...
Without any moving, even the air is still the same. Until the ninth day, his patience didn't, he rely on the old earth wall of the desert, I thought of her smile. His whole body began to be loose. He felt tired and sore, he wanted her to massage him, her hand was like a saint's hand, her hand often took him into a dream.
Gradually, he heard a detailed horseshoe from far until far, that is three horses, his ear is accurately judged. He cut a hole with a sword on the earth, through the hole, he saw three exactly the same person.
The same horse, the same thing.
When three people passed through the earth wall, he immediately appeared. His thinking and actions are always agile. He intends to knock down two, leave a living in question. When he rushed out, his sword almost arrived at the other's throat. However, he saw another person, alone outside the three people. He has never found out that he has seen that the person has a hands with his hands when he is going to recover the other party's rapid recovery.
He walked over and stood in front of that person. That man is a 40-year-old man, seeing him, saying to the body: "Finally waited for you."
"Wait for me?" Swordsman wrinkled, "Why?"
"Do you know the owner?" The man shouted, the voice was very excited, "the owner will come to rule the whole desert, only you can defeat him."
No one does not know the owner of the fort. He is with the sun and the moon, coexisting with everything. A person may not know his parents, but it is impossible to know the owner.
"Why should I beat him?" The swordsman said faintly.
"Do you know the story of the castle?" That person began to laugh: "Many people say that there is a beautiful saint in the desert. The owner is as young as you, everyone knows that he has not been to his wife ..."
The swordsman's temple jumped again, and his mind began to have an illusion. Rose flower? He looked at the direction of the castle, and his heart was a little sad. He asked: "So, who you are?"
"My name is Dazhai Lord." The man slowly took off a rose in the hand, and then torn a petal a petal. The sword should notice that the owner is with a nail, his nails are as sharp as a knife.
"Do you want to use me?" Said the swordsman.
"If you have the value being used." Dazhai is cold and cold.
"I can kill you." The swordsman stared at the hands of Dazhai, "because you were full of evil."
"Oh?" Dazhai Lord laughed. "Maybe you can win the owner, but you will be able to overcome me. I will be honored to give you, you should be honored. I have seen your sword law, there are a lot of flaws, I just don't want to kill myself. "
"why?"
"Because I am his husband."
The swordkeeper smiled, laughing for himself, and smiled at the arrogance of the owner. He suddenly said: "You are wrong, maybe I can't win the owner."
Dazhai is shaking his head, refers to people who refer to three riding: "These three people are Master of Fort, today you have woven swords, you are more than them, just die."
Swordsman stands back. The wind of the desert is blowing his hair. His sword pointed to the ground, and the silk is not moving like a dead branch. At this time, people on horseback have jumped, from three different angles to him. The strange body, the speed of lightning, and the three sides of the sword provoked a dead network.
The sword net has been covered with his whole body and there is no way to return. Dazhai is still laughing, and the laugh is floating over the sky.
six
She doesn't know that it is a desert. The forther said that the castle is located in the junction of the desert and the wilderness. Everything here is luxurious, except for her body. She only wore a ring to give her ring, she felt some liked it.
Rose still in front of her every day, just black color.
She found that the black rose is also very good. She looks forward to the sky outside the window every day, looking forward to the emergence of swordsmen. She is very strange to have a strong idea to leave here. She just felt very tired, she felt tired for any too much thinking.
Fort Word often took her to sit with a carriage to play. The lively market, the vast wasteland, the Pentium horse, and the scene of all songs and dances. She began to doubt that she will forget the swordsman. Only when the lathed flute in the night, she will remember the scenarios that have been with the swordsman.
Will he come to her?
Will she go back to him?
This is a contradictory problem. She was afraid, she said in his arms of the owner: "I want to cry."
"Why do you want to cry, is I don't have good to you?"
"I always think about him, I can't help him."
"You don't have to keep him. He will come, wait for the timing, he will grab you back."
"Will you kill him?"
"Maybe, he may also kill me."
She really cried. The crying cry smashed her shoulder. The fort mainly holds her face and said, "Do you know? You have brought joy to my castle."
She wiped her tears and said, "Do you make a fortune forever?"
Fortress is looking forward, said: "I don't know. You hope that all everything here is to take you to the desert?"
She said stun: "You don't have to do this, you are you, not a swordsman."
Autumn is coming to spring, and there is sunset, and the swordsman gradually be forgotten.
Seven
In the bedroom, the Fort will take the mask. He opened his arms and made a comfortable posture, then took out a sword, stimulating the flame of the candlelight on the table. In the dark, he was silent for a long time and wear a mask again.
He heard someone else shouting, chaotic sound. He is a flush.
The warehouse in the castle, the warehouse fired, and the pleasure is shouting: "The swordsman came, the swordsman came." Forte rushed to a bedroom, she was familiar with sleep, sleep very well and well, as if this is the same There is no danger. The owner reached out to touch her face, she woke up and asked: "Are you a swordsman?"
"It's me." The owner said slowly. "Someone outside, I will go see."
She pulled his hand: "Don't fight it? You said, the swordsman came to let me go with him."
The owner did not speak, he looked at the fire outside the window and turned to go out.
Fortress is like a straight sword standing in front of the door.
His opposite is a tall masquerade, and also took a sword, but the sword is full of gap, and it is more fear.
"Who are you, why come to burn my castle."
Black man is cold and cold: "You should know who I am. You snatched my woman, I am coming to kill you."
The fort is a glimpse, and then I laughed: "So you are the swordsman who is the desert, why bother?"
The sword passengers don't talk, and a sword pointing to his eyebrow. The sword did not arrive, the fort, the owner has felt his flesh. He did not shoot, when the sword is about to be bored, he flies out. The two played from the castle to the castle, and then hit it on the wilderness. Gradually, the owner showed exhausted, he felt that the other's sword losted his fighting spirit at a little bit. Just when he was about to support, the sword passengers suddenly hit their hands and said, "Are you scared?" The owner shook his head.
The swordsman said: "Your swords have grown."
The fort is still shaking his head.
The sword passengers have a long saying. The fortress slowly reached out the sword, but the sword was disappeared. Then, he felt a pain in his chest, and the left hand of the sword passengers didn't have the left hand of the sword.
That is a devil, and each finger has a sharp nail like a knife.
"You are the owner of Dazhai."
"Paming right." The other party smiled yet, "I want to take back the position of the owner ..."
The castle is burning, the fire shines over. The owner sighed and said, "You can finally can't help, I can let you ..." He took the next mask and exposed a pale gray face. Dazhai Lord looked at this handsome face, I stayed up, and even the old fortune took out the sword from the knee, he had forgotten pain when he did not enter his abdomen.
The sword came as fast as it was blown.
The left hand or semi-stretched when the main fell: "Do you know who I am?"
The owner wore a mask, torn open the clothes before taking the lower leather, there are five holes on the cowhide, and there is a bronze mirror below the leather.
Go back to the castle, the fire has been extinguished.
The fort is looking at her, she is watching the ring on the hand.
"You are back, is the swordsman dead?" She asked urgently.
He shook his head and said, "Do you want to go with him?"
"Yes." She lost the calm in the past, and there were a few traphics, "because another person suddenly came."
"who is it?"
"It is him." She pointed to her stomach. "I seem to have his child."
Eight
The flowers of the rose valley are full.
When the swordsman practiced his last sword, the sky was completely bright. He walks in the desert, sometimes it is slow, sometimes it is. He can survive here like a camel, or you can cross the entire wilderness like only the eagle. Just sometimes he will look forward to the direction of the castle. There is an irresistible force there in traction?
nine
The owner of the fort is a high place.
I wore the cold-fried mask since he was once. No one has seen his real expression. His behavior is done for the castle, he has no choice.
When his subjects were the beauty of the sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred, he couldn't choose to give this sacred gift for them. Otherwise, he is not qualified for the owner.
Sometimes he is willing to do swordsman. Be a whatever coming. At least, they live for themselves.
He led the army to the desert, there were many black oils in the desert, which may pull to the foreign babies to exchange more treasures. When he grabbited her, he sent a ring for her. She really likes this ring, he remembers her, from the gem of this ring, she saw many wonderful dreams.
In the carriage from the desert back to the castle, he asked her: "Do you know me?"
"I know." She said gently. "I know you from Xiao, I have to marry the fortio from the little dream. But I am just a poor child, once I am always starved, it is a swordsman to save me."
One day, the owner asked her: "If the swordsman replaces my status, will you be very happy?"
She stared at him with a beautiful big eyes and said, "He is him, the fort is the owner of the fort, no one can replace anyone. Just like oil and water." Although the owner does not understand this Logic, but slightly, this is a little bit. She is really a strange woman.
"So, I also make it easy to take you out to play it out?" The owner said.
"Don't." She said, "I can wait for him to take me."
The forther said. "You are really unwilling to stay here, I can send you back."
"Do you like me?" She looked with thick eyelashes, revealing confusedness.
"Of course, I never like other women."
"So," she hangs the eyes, "people in the castle know that I am already your wife. You have no reason to do this."
At this moment, he thought she was the true fort.
Since then she started to tell the story of the swordsman. The owner has always been very serious, after listening to the story, he has long sighed: "It turns out that you really love him."
"But" she said. "I found that he is not very happy."
"Do he have you are not happy?"
"I am not all of him." She smiled calmly. "Once he fell into another man to test me, I have to have a life."
"He doesn't trust you?"
"He is only confident to himself, he has another ambition. Maybe, his idea is good to me. Maybe, he also has the same ideal as you."
Fort is looking out of the window, and the eyes look far away. "And I, sometimes I have thought about his life. We all have the same loneliness."
She stands behind his back and holds him gently. He suddenly trembled. She leaned her face on his back and said, "I finally married the fortress, but I lost the swordsman."
"You have not lost him, if you love him, one day he will come to you." The owner said, and his head did not return to the room.
She looked at the head of the fort, silently moved to the window. The rose is placed in front of the table, she passed them in the past. In the black rose, she suddenly found a very small red rose. At this time, her face was also blushing by this rose.
She took the ring on the table and took the red rose and out of the room. She is rushing on the hallway and runs. The castle is very large, she ran a lot of corridors, no one stops her, and the guards are as devoutly as they are as devoutly like seeing the gods. She ran, finally ran into a spacious hall, there were many gates in the hall, there is a straight channel in the middle, and the two guards guarded. She walked over, the guards left, she walked in the passage, the passage did everything, and the left side is a hall, the light is brilliant, and some people sit in the chair in the face, there is no expression on the face. She saw many people asked to report on the chair, she also squatted, holding the red rose, her voice is very light, but everyone in the hall can be seen. She said: "I want to ask the fort."
The fort is watching her strangely. She is a symbol of the saints. She is an idol of the castle, she should not see this panic.
She may have a very quiet thing! She may have a hard work!
The owner is flawless, he walked down from the chair and raised her, together with a high seat. He quietly said to her: "I am the owner, you are the wife of the owner, have you forgotten?"
She was red, apologized: "I almost forgot."
He is alive for the castle, so any of her actions must be considered for him. She saw the following people looked at themselves, she recovered her mood, said to the home: "I asked Fort Master to take a name for the future child."
She heard the cheers of everyone. In the cheers, she had to dizziness.
Do she want to say these words?
She remembered the days of swordsmen to take her riding. She remembered news that I once heard the swordsman. When she remembered the swordsman, the fortress grabbed her to the carriage from the desert hut. She remembered the lonely figure in the middle of the night.
The owner waved to let everyone scattered, leaving only two people in the empty hall.
"I have a child." She said softly.
"You said, it is a swordsman."
"But it is not yours."
"Many things are not mine, I don't blame you."
"So, I have to go back, go back to him."
"Do you want to be clear?"
"Yes, I know that he will come to me soon, you see." She raised the red rose in her hand, her face was reflected.
The owner is sitting on the chair, silent, as if the heart is very heavy.
"I married the owner and achieved a dream, but I have to go back to the desert. I am a swordsman."
When she left the hall, he sat in a person.
She walks quickly in the channel, and the lights on both sides move backwards. She returned to the bedroom, found that the black rose on the table didn't, she hurriedly went to the window, and the sky in the far land made a color, only a few gangwags were hovering. She is somewhat disappointed, and she is tired. She is holding red rose's hand, then she fell on a soft carpet.
The patent laisto starts again, she feels that the swordsman is really coming.
ten
Among the wilderness, one person rushed. The sun is covered by a thin mist and a dim light. He inserted a sword next to him, and the sword was slightly light. He holds a red rose and still swaying it in the wind.
"You have to see her."
He pulled out the lacti, the sound of the spider was very far from the wind like a fluttering. He walked to the castle and arrived at the twilight.
eleven
She is tired, her eyes looked at the withered rose through the fallen account. Her face is somewhat pale, the eyes of the eyes are like the candlelight of the lampshade. But her thoughts are moving, and her mood is moving. She thought of some strange things, she took a dagger, she decided to do some decisive choices. If the fort is mainly killing the swordsman, she is self-sufficient. She saw that the fort is very painful, she also regret that she did not agree to let her go back.
Can the swordsman beat my home?
In order to cast a castle and her, will the forther will kill the swordsman?
The door is light, and she is vigilant, she saw that the fortress dragged his heavy steps came to her.
"I will send you back." The fort is gently said.
She is unexpected and disappointed. She looked at the window, the swordsman did not trace in the night.
She is closely eyeing the mask of the fortress, saying: "Can I see you?"
Fort is looking at her beautiful eyes, the mask is moving, but there is no abject. She saw his chin, his hand stayed in the mask for a long time.
She is close to him, and she touches his chin, she almost consciously raised the dagger in another hand. The dagger was bright, and she pierced it into his neck, very light, she didn't use anything at all. Then, she saw the plasma sprayed out, warmly sprinkled on her face and placket, white skirt was blended with bright red, like a red rose in rose valley.
He didn't do a bit of blocked actions, and his hand fell into the mask. That is a gray and white face, it is a face that she used to be very familiar.
That is the face of the swordsman.
She stayed in front of him, her face was white, her tears spread like spring water on the cheek. She is crying in his arms.
"Why is it a person, why are you a swordsman?"
"Thank you, you still love me." He said weakly. "You kill is just the owner, you love the swordsman ..."
"You are wrong." She cried, "Fort Word and swordsman will not be a person, can't be alone, do you know ..." End
If she loves the swordsman, she will leave the owner.
If she chooses the owner, she will abandon the swordsman.
However, when the worship is a sword, the swordsman is the owner, she has no choice.
In this world, what else is more and desperate than if there is no choice?
The sound of the bones is still fluttering.
The castle has become ruins.
The wind of Rose Valley is strong.
No one in the desert has no one to pick rose.
(Finish)
Second OOO October in Zhangzhou
