Chapter 17: Emotion (Past)
The days were calm, and two years passed in a blink of an eye, but the passing year was unfavorable, Su Elegy was destined to commit Tai Sui, just a few days ago she took Qinghe's little apprentice down the mountain to eliminate demons, and accidentally lost him in the infernal abyss, all the senior brothers came to express their condolences with concern, how could Su Elegy say that it was because he had pushed his disciple down the abyss! I had to say that the little apprentice was stubbornly lost, and he would come back in a few days.
Since that day, Su Elegy has been living almost listlessly every day, with a sad face. Without Qinghe, Su Elegy's life seems to be chaotic. The long black satin hair returned to its previous scattered appearance, and the seal could not be read in piles every day. After ten years of training, Su Elegy is no longer blind, but he still can't write this word.
Because he was an orphan in the past, Su Wangge knew the pain of loneliness in his childhood, so Su Wangge treated Qinghe very well, almost raised Qinghe as his own son, afraid that he would be hungry, afraid of him cold, afraid of him being lonely, and always tried his best to give him warmth, but when he said that he would be happy, he became the person who brought him the most pain.
Seeing that he was a little upset, Su Elegy simply threw the seal aside and walked out. I don't know where to go, I just walked forward by feeling, and when I first woke up from a dream, I had already walked to Xiuya, and I was standing outside Shen Qinghan's wing, and from the gap in the hidden door, I saw the picture of Shen Qinghan's master and apprentice enjoying themselves, and my heart ached faintly.
Just wanted to leave, but the sharp-eyed Shen Qinghan saw the corner of the plain white clothes, "Senior sister, since you're here, come in and sit down."
Hearing this, Su Elegy couldn't leave again, so he had to push the door and enter. sat down opposite Shen Qinghan, poured himself a cup of tea, and took a sip.
Seeing her sad face, Shen Qinghan couldn't help but say, "Are you worried about your futile affairs again? Everyone has his own life, I believe he will be fine."
Su Elegy didn't pretend or speak, as if he was seriously sipping tea.
couldn't stand Su Elegy's dejected appearance, Shen Qinghe took her to the room and played a meditation song for her.
Listening to the curling fairy music, the dryness in his heart lightened a lot, and Su Elegy, who was sent by the ghost, picked up the pen on the desk and wrote a few words on the light yellow soft paper.
When he realized what he had written, the blood in Su Elegy's whole body roared towards the top of his head, which were a few English letters.
I Love You
Shen Qinghan glanced sideways, and really couldn't understand what these rounded patterns meant, so he asked, "What did Senior Sister draw?"
Su Elegy smiled bitterly, "Ghost painting talismans, if the senior brother doesn't dislike it, you can keep it to see if you can suppress the evil", paused for a moment, and said, "I still have something to do, thank you for the hospitality of the senior brother, and say goodbye" Su Elegy fled in the desert, holding his chest and running all the way down the mountain.
Ten years of time together, how can she not be in love for a long time? Ten years of gentle treatment, how can her already shaky heart not waver? But the love thing is charming, like a handleless double-edged sword, often hurting others and hurting herself.
The story has not changed much because of her arrival, and no matter how hard she tries, it has not shaken half a point. The apprentice entered the Infernal Abyss as usual, and Shen Qinghan fell in love with it as usual. How could this be good? She still couldn't escape that ending?
Thinking of this, fear crawled all over Su Elegy's body, and Su Elegy returned to the peak in a panic to pack some things, and asked the disciple to tell the senior brother in charge, declaring that he was going to travel for a while, and by the way, he would find her apprentice.
This walk is a hundred years long.