The embroidery pattern of the hundred butterflies wearing flowers flowed with the lustful and gorgeous brilliance of the silk thread, Yun Luan stared at the quiet and beautiful sleeping face of Nan Zuisheng with lowered eyes, and said such a sentence after struggling for a long time in his heart: "The things of more than ten years ago have passed, Fusheng, if you want to make Zuisheng safe and smooth in this life, then don't follow up and investigate." ”

Before the words fell, the nails stained with the juice of the gorgeous impatiens slightly hooked the corner of the thin blanket, Yun Luan's eyelashes trembled slightly, and the words were meaningful: "It's true that Iris's death is not as simple as it seems on the surface, but the truth hidden behind it is enough to cause turmoil in a country. ”

So, forget about the past.

is the right choice.

The necklace of the green jade stele was gently rested in the palm of Yun Luan's palm, she stared down at this countless times the shrinkage of the tombstone, and how could she not feel sad and sad for the tragic death of the iris? But she knew that if she took the liberty of avenging the iris, it would inevitably cause a chain reaction like a butterfly flapping its wings. Today's Xuan Kingdom is prosperous and peaceful, and it cannot withstand the devastation of war.

What's more, no one likes the presence of war and gunsmoke.

"Fusheng, what your Aunt Yun said is not wrong, it is not good for you to investigate what happened more than ten years ago, the death of Iris is a doomed ending, and no one can change it." Old man Nan stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window with a crutch, and at his feet was a flowerbed full of gorgeous and colorful flowers, and the fluttering bees and butterflies exuded soft vitality.

The older generation of generals who had been fighting horses for half their lives looked at the prosperity and vitality under their feet with a solemn expression, and his words contained the reality of the endless life in the cold of the world: "Maybe if I say this, you will think that I am cruel, cold-blooded, and even cold and selfish. But you must know that everyone's prosperity and survival are obtained by pressing one level at a time. It's like high-ranking officials and politicians squeezing capitalism, and capitalism squeezing the working class. ”

Nan Fusheng listened carefully to the words of the old man Nan, he knew that what the old man in front of him said was right, although it sounded a little cruel and ruthless, but this was the reality.

Humans are the primates of all things, and they are also the most cruel and ruthless.

Although Yun Luan's narrative is vague, and many bloody and tyrannical places are deliberately blurred by her, Nan Fusheng can still make up the picture of more than ten years ago. He looked at Nan Zheng, who had been silent, and his intuition told him that Nan Zheng seemed to have something to say, but he couldn't pronounce it at this moment.

The delicate and elegant lilies are in full bloom quietly, and a few lilies seem to be blooming all over the place, Yun Luan's eyes are complex and staring at Nan Zuisheng's sleeping face, and his words are impregnated with a helpless sigh: "In addition, the drunken body has many birth defects, and we have seen and remembered your careful care in the past ten years." You didn't say it, but we all know it. ”

The slender jade fingers caressed the corners of Nan Zuisheng's eyes and eyebrows, Yun Luan hooked his delicate lips and smiled meaninglessly, and his voice was hoarse in just a moment: "Zuisheng can't last long, right?" ”

This sentence sounds like 'cutting the heart and cutting the meat' to describe Nan Fusheng at this moment, what he is most afraid of, what he dares to face the most but still has to face is --- life that Nan Drunk's birthday is gradually passing.

The world is unpredictable, and the strangest thing is that when people are desperate for something, they are like clutching the fine sand in the palm of their hands. The harder you clench, the more you want to keep it, the faster it will flow from your palm.

Ten years have passed in a hurry.

And Nan Zuisheng has less than ten years left in his life.

Yun Luan held Nan Zuisheng's slightly cool soft wattle, sat quietly on the edge of the bed and looked at the lilies blooming on the cabinet. Her eyebrows were soaked with a thousand sorrows, and all the prosperous lights and shadows in the world were reflected in her sparkling ink eyes. Even so, but she and the girl who couldn't keep it in her palm, God gave her the same noble and glorious favor as Nan Zuisheng, and in the same way, took away some things separately.

What are those things?

Health, life?

If we think and explore through the essence of things, the 'things' that God has recovered are actually very simple and common--- that is, they are dependent on each other.

"This girl was afraid of loneliness when she was a child, if she really couldn't keep it, how scared she would be if she was alone......" The slightly cool soft wattle in the palm of her hand is narrow and slender, and the jade fingers are as flawless as finely carved jade, Yun Luan looked down at Nan Zuisheng's sleeping face, and deeply felt that she was powerless as a mother.

The silent Nan Zheng silently hugged his beloved wife in his arms, his eyes stayed on his baby daughter's body for a long time, and the traces of vicissitudes were faintly revealed between his handsome and extraordinary eyebrows. The middle-aged man should have been in his prime, but in front of the increasingly haggard Nan Zuisheng, Nanzheng had long lost his former majestic and upright demeanor.

--- Yunluan, the beloved wife in her arms, also narrowly picked up a life back then.

It's just that the method of extending his life requires an extremely painful price and an extremely huge risk, Yun Luan did his best to save his life because of his internal kung fu and his excellent physical fitness.

But Nan Zui Sheng is different.

She's too weak.

Today's Nan Zuisheng has long been tormented by illness and injury, and has gradually evolved into a flower that can be climbed and folded at will.

The pale and unpretentious face is like the delicate and elegant lily, although it is still clear, but after leaving the rhizome and water source, the lily will gradually dry up and wither. The withered flowers are crushed into ashes and scattered in the wind...... Scattered into mud and dust.

"You were ...... back then How did you change your fate? "The deep and gorgeous phoenix eyes reflect the figures of Yun Luan and Nan Zheng leaning on each other, Nan Zuisheng, as Yun Luan's child, naturally inherited his mother's talent and precocious wisdom, but Yun Luan successfully broke the bleak ending of 'early death'.

Nan Fusheng's inquiry was extremely tactful, and he had no intention of revealing the unbearable old past in the depths of Yun Luan---'s heart. But for the sake of the unpretentious Nan Zuisheng lying on the bed, the treasure he engraved in the depths of his soul with his passionate and crazy love, he still gently inquired about this secret that had been bothering him for a long time.

Yun Luan smiled lightly when he heard this, his smile was poignant and broken, like a peony flower that had broken down: "There is a price to pay for changing fate, I will exchange the martial arts that I have cultivated for half my life to the gods, and in return for the same, the gods will return the remaining lifespan to me." ”

God.

The term Nan Fusheng has heard more than once.

This word is too illusory and ethereal, although it is only two simple words, but it exudes awe-inspiring solemnity.

But......

Are there really gods in this world?

Just as Nan Fusheng raised his eyebrows and pondered, Yun Luan took the lead in giving the answer: "There are no gods in this world. ”

She raised her eyes and stared at Nan Fusheng's handsome face, word by word, and said loudly: "The so-called gods are just a beautiful cover, the real gods have long been annihilated, and now they have replaced them...... It's just an ugly worm that has become a god. At this point, Yun Luan curled the corners of his lips and smiled mockingly: "That moth thinks he has touched the boundaries of the gods, but he doesn't know that he has already degenerated into a corrupt demon. ”

What he said is really meaningful and complicated.

It contains countless information, but when Nan Fusheng wants to explore, touch, and guess, he only feels that his mind is instantly shrouded in a light veil, and layers of mist are layered. If the god is no longer a god, but a corrupt demon who has made himself a god, then is the fate of the early death of gifted and precocious children a soul imprint or ......

What Xu Shen said at the beginning--- vicious curse?

Yun Luan slowly let go of Nan Zuisheng's hand, and the green jade tablet in her palm was also gently and carefully placed back in her place, and the lily that bloomed quietly was reinserted into the crystal bottle, as if it suddenly revealed a dazzling and intoxicating brilliance, because it was moistened by the spring water in the crystal bottle.

"There are some things that you will know later, just not now." The delicate and smooth touch of the lily petals stayed at the fingertips, and Yun Luan stood up and looked around the furnishings in the ward, all of which were delicate and gorgeous that her daughter had always loved, and the style was very unique and novel, which showed that Nan Fusheng had put a lot of thought into it.

It's just this precious thought, I hope that drunken life can bear it for a lifetime.

Hope...... That vicious curse can be permanently sealed and buried in the river of time, and then all curses will be immortalized in an instant.

Perpetual.

The chubby white pigeon pecked Nan Fusheng's side face a few times, it stretched its wings and bathed in warm streamers, its little paws tightly grasped the haute couture suit that Nan Fusheng was wearing, and its black eyes blinked, looking around the surrounding scenery lively.

The prosperity planted in the flower garden is extremely lush, and a few phoenix-tailed butterflies linger in it, forgetting to return to it. The bees are busy collecting pollen and nectar, and the delicate fragrance of the flowers is soaked in the breeze, and with the trajectory of the wind, it is as elegant and graceful as the wind and snow, but it also reveals the gentle and quiet of the sunset and willows.

Nan Fusheng stood alone in front of the flower garden, thinking about Yun Luan's words repeatedly. In fact, he understood Yun Luan's advice and knew that the other party was worried that he would get into danger for the sake of drunkenness, but he still stubbornly wanted to explore and track the truth behind the incident more than ten years ago.

The events of that year were like a mess.

Whenever Nan Fusheng thought that he had touched the edge of the truth, he would be dismayed to find that what he had touched was nothing more than layers of chaos wrapped in the truth.

After the clearing, the butterfly turned into a dead cocoon chrysalis, and it was silent in the Xuan Kingdom, deep in the hearts of all people, but the evil consequences it caused still deeply affected two generations. The truth of the matter after peeling off the cocoon is extremely confusing, like a wisp of green smoke that can be seen but cannot be grasped, and under the green smoke is a stiff and rotten, sinful butterfly corpse.

If the root of sin cannot be extinguished, then the dead cocoon chrysalis will still be reborn.

Breaking out of the cocoon into a butterfly, it seems to be beautiful and shocking, but in fact, it will set off a new wave of evil in the future.