Wind and rain poured down, lightning and thunder.

The windows creaked as if they had been blown open by the wind.

I stood silently by the window, and I didn't intend to close it, it was pitch black outside, and I vaguely saw the lantern hanging outside, and it was almost falling off.

I called a few times, but no one answered at all, and I don't know if it was because the wind and rain were too strong, and the green grapefruit didn't hear it at all.

The candles in the room flickered suddenly, and as I wrapped my clothes and prepared to go out, my wrists were suddenly pinched.

I was so startled that I was about to shout, but there was a chin resting on my shoulder, and there was a heavy breathing sound.

"Don't move, let me lean for a moment."

His voice was hoarse and dark, as if he had been tormented by this storm countless times.

"You ......" I didn't finish my sentence, and I felt the cold rain and the warm liquid, flowing down together, and there was a strong smell of blood that could not be ignored.

"Changxing is fine, not dead."

He was probably injured again, and his voice was low, he said.

I suddenly felt blessed with a sense of wellness, and I seemed to understand why he had come here in the middle of the night.

Even if it is injured and risky, even if it is at this time, the Gu worm will cause trouble, and the body will be greatly tortured and painful.

Today I heard the news, there is a saying that Changxing did not come back, because he was framed by design, and died on the battlefield, when I heard the news, it was only a moment of shock, but it quickly calmed down.

The message is not true.

Originally, the way of this news was very strange, especially the speed of the spread of the news, as if it was deliberately transmitted to me, the people in the house were panicked, and the green grapefruit didn't dare to look at me, for fear that this was the straw that crushed me.

"Hmm."

I wanted to avoid him, and came out of his arms, the burning breath wrapped around my ears, and I listened closely, and there seemed to be a muffled sound of pain that I was trying to suppress, very low, very soft.

Suddenly, his heart softened, and the hand that was about to be raised was put down.

His breathing was still unsteady, and his forehead touched my face, which was hot, like a furnace, like a burning flame in a brazier.

"I know."

"Could it be that in your eyes, I am so gullible about things, and I can't even make basic discernment?"

I suppressed the fluctuation in my heart, raised my chin slightly, and said lightly.

Instead, he smiled, as if he was a little happy, and his hoarse tone seemed to rise a little, "Yes, I always knew that you are the smartest, and no one can fool you." ”

Probably he had calmed down, his breathing was much steady, and I turned sideways, got out of his arms, and stood across from him.

The light of the candle was very faint, and it was blown by the wind outside, and the candlelight kept shaking, as if it would be blown out at any moment.

Even the lights in the whole room were turned off brightly.

I stood across from him to see his state clearly, where there was still the original scenery and moonlight, and where there was still that kind of high-minded and condescending appearance.

Now his eyebrows and eyes are still deep and sharp, but they are stained with blood, and his body is also stained with blood.

The hanging fingers were still dripping with blood beads, dripping round and smashing to the ground.

"Rioting again?" I asked.

"It's only on a small scale, it's not a problem." He said.

His deep eyes kept looking at me, he seemed to have foreign blood, the bridge of his nose was straight, his thin lips were pursed, and when he didn't speak, the coercion of his whole body made people dare not act rashly.

"If so, you're going to be so embarrassed tonight?" I laughed.

His eyes seemed to flash a few times, and his thin lips raised a slight arc, "At least I can come back alive, at least I can see you." ”

"If you don't care about it, but you always have to take care of others, there are countless ways to suppress the riot, why do you need to put your life into it, Changxing has not come back for a long time, is it possible that you want him to go the same way as you?"

I asked rhetorically.

Probably because of the storm outside, and probably because of the strong smell of blood on his body, it brought me a lot of bad memories, and the tone of my voice couldn't help but increase a little.

The candlelight dimmed, and the light that fell in his eyes seemed to be a little dimmed.

He was still tall and long, and seemed to be slightly curved, but he didn't seem to move at all, but his eyelids drooped, covering his deep eyes.

"He'll be fine."

If it's that simple, it's gone.

"What will you do if everything settles down?" He asked suddenly.

When the world is peaceful, there will be no strife, and there will be no endless wars and killings.

I never thought about it, I was born in a time of war, and until now, I have experienced fluctuations and constant wars.

What should I do?

"The people in the palace are almost dead, and Thirteen is now safe." I said, "If you have so much time to squander, why do you need to bind yourself to the same place, why dwell on the past and not let go?" ”

His eyelids seemed to move, but they didn't lift after all, and I couldn't see the mood swings in the deep pool.

The beads of blood rolling down from his fingertips gathered on the ground into a small pool of blood, bright red and red.

In a trance, my eyes hurt slightly, and the god said to him: "Maybe I will follow, maybe I will stay here, find some faces, isn't it good to live." ”

"I don't have a good reputation left and right, so why restrain myself, and no one dares to accuse me now."

After I came back, Thirteen's indulgence of me, compared to Chen Qize before, was almost as faulty, or even more excessive.

Few people outside know about my disappearance, but they think that if I am cured, they will continue to be grateful, and some people are not used to my style, but almost no one dares to speak.

Pei Yousheng suddenly smiled lowly, his voice became more and more hoarse, his body just trembled slightly, his eyes were lowered, and he spoke for a long time, his voice was extremely low, so low that I almost thought that what I heard was an illusion.

"It turns out that what Chang'an wants is this kind of life."

"The past is no longer entangled because it has become a burden." His thin lips opened and closed.

His lips are extremely thin, pursed up into an arc, like what is said in the playbook, the kind of indifference and coldness, but now it seems that this is not the case.

"Rest."

His hand lifted, but finally fell, and judging by the action, it seemed to be trying to rub my head.

I had something in my throat trying to get out, but in the end I made a very short sound, and without saying anything, his back melted into the darkness, and I seemed to see his hands curled up under his wide sleeves.

This proud person who is like a cedar growing on the top of a snow-capped mountain, now this proud body, this cold and cold, seems to have been put down at that moment.