sixteen

This is what Zhu Xiyu bought with his life, even if he is heartbroken at the moment, he can't live up to his hard work. He told me to live well, and I lived well.

With tears in his eyes, he drank the cup of Siquan. It's very bitter, it's very bitter, it seems to be made of thousands of sad tears, thinking about it and increasing lovesickness, and love and love, but the Yiren will never be there.

When I had drunk it, I threw away the bronze lord and still leaned over the altar, the cold stone that had taken the life of my beloved, and even though I had exhausted my strength, even if it was all in vain, I still wanted to overthrow it and tear it off. It stood still, stood strong, and hated it ever since.

"What about Zhu Xieyu?" A slender and powerful hand grabbed the placket of my clothes, "I asked you what about Zhu Xiyu?" Answer me quickly! ”

The person who caught me: twenty years old, splendid clothes, the appearance of a captivating city, and the appearance of crying.

She deserves to be the first beauty in the capital.

This woman is very right with Ah Yu! If Ah Yu had never seen me, never liked me, had been in love with this Princess Lanxin from the beginning, and had never seen me and never owed each other, then now, at this moment, he should be living a good life, looking heartless.

Oh, yes! We are all in Chang'an, and Chang'an is so big, except for the ring competition, haven't we never met again? How nice it would be if we never saw them again! At least he's alive, at least he's alive.

Thinking of this, I couldn't help but cry bitterly.

"I said, now is not the time to cry." Princess Lan Xin grabbed me to the ground, "My patience is very limited, don't challenge me again and again." ”

I raised my hand and pointed feebly at the altar, "The altar parted and he jumped in, and the altar closed again." ”

"Is there a hole in the altar? Is it deep or shallow? How deep is it and how shallow is it? ”

"It's deep, so deep that you can't see the bottom, so deep that you may ...... pink"

"Shut up!" She angrily stopped me from going on, glared at me hatefully, walked around the altar to survey herself, and then commanded her subordinates in an orderly manner: "Zheng Lin, you are optimistic about where this altar corresponds to the belly of the mountain, take a team of men and horses down the mountain, I don't care whether you blow up, dig, plane, or pry, even if you raze this broken mountain to the ground, you have to find out the hole for me; Xue Muhan, you take our archers to guard the mountain passes, the Miao people have always respected this mountain as a god, tonight there is such a big movement, they will definitely come to investigate, if you find someone forced to go up the mountain, shoot on the spot and don't have to report to me; Zhuang Yi, I remember that some of Jin Jiawei's team were from the Ministry of Industry, and they recruited those people to me to study the mechanism here, maybe there is a way to reopen the altar, even if this temple is demolished, it doesn't hurt. ”

"Yes." The three subordinates received the order and went to do their own errands.

Calm, composed, sober.

In this girl, I seem to see the former me, the one who has not been trapped and suffered by love.

Isn't she also trapped and suffering from love? Besides, she's so much younger than I am. Even if she is as sad and anxious as me, she can still command Ruoding, because she doesn't want to give up, and I have completely given up, both physically and mentally.

I had completely lost to this girl, even if I had heard her name from Situ Jin's mouth for the first time, and heard that she might be Zhu Xieyu's admirer, and at that time, when I only saw myself in Zhu Xieyu's eyes, I had been so dismissive.

Now it seems ridiculous. The only chance I had to win was that I knew Zhu Xieyu before her, and I once appeared in a posture that he couldn't reach at that time, and I have been remembered and remembered since then. That's all.

I can't stay any longer, and if I stay any longer, I'm afraid that the last bit of self-esteem and pride I have will completely collapse, and I will dislike myself from the bottom of my heart.

Like a soulless walking corpse, I staggered out of the side hall and out of the main hall. When it came outside, it was nightfall, and it was deep and silent, and it was pitch black; Now there was a glimmer of light on the horizon, and the voices of people were shouting and the lights of the fire were flickering. But it doesn't seem to have anything to do with me, it's time for me to go down.

What about after the descent? Where do I go? There can't be Zhu Xiyu anywhere!

I arrived at the Yuxi ferry in a chaotic manner, and returned according to the waterway when I came, the boatman was still the same boatman, but my state of mind had already changed. Suddenly thought that she always had to pass through Taoyuan Village, it was better to go and talk to Yuan Yunqi, anyway, she had also seen her lover pass away, and everyone had the same experience, so it was better to ask her for guidance on how to spend the first few months.

But no matter how much I searched back and forth, I could no longer find the original entrance, and the impatience of the boatman back and forth, finally docked on a grassy shore and forced me to disembark.

I walked aimlessly until my vision gradually widened, the scenery became more and more familiar, and I saw Biluo Snow Mountain, green grass, three old pines, and the ruins of Chaliao.

I went to the three-color forest again, and at the end of the forest was the mountain wall, where did the peach forest come from.

It's only been four days, so why does it feel like a world away?

**, scholars, Yuan Yunqi and the fairyland-like Taoyuan Village seem to have become distant and unreal in an instant.

Am I delirious?

Is everything you experience here a dream?

Could Zhu Xieyu's death be just a dream?

It wasn't until the sound of a horse that I looked for a voice, and saw the white horse, which I had unknowingly abandoned here, spreading its hooves and running towards me happily.

It reminded me that everything that happened here was not a dream.

It even remembered me.

Maybe it's waiting for me, or maybe it's because of the abundance of water and grass in the place, which makes it linger.

It has fed itself with a smooth oil, and has not degenerated itself into a wild horse, but is still enthusiastic and tame, and its spirit is vivid.

The white horse's long face rubbed against my face, and it was very affectionate, and I hugged it, and a moment of sadness came over it, and I felt as if it were the only thing left in my world.

Seeing that I had not ridden for a long time, the white horse knelt in front of me very spiritually, meaning that I could step directly on it without difficulty, and I patted its head with great satisfaction, wiped away my tears, and then dragged the reins, stepped on the saddle, turned over, and mounted the horse.

The white horse neighed and ran out merrily.

It seemed to be able to perceive my sad and lifeless state of mind, and urgently needed a speed transcendence to vent the pain in my heart for a distraction or two.

In the days that followed, it was all the horses in charge, and I would bend over when it galloped, and if it walked leisurely, I would enjoy the scenery. It doesn't matter, but there's nowhere to go. If it goes to the wilderness, it drinks and grazes on its own, and I pick wild fruits to satisfy my hunger, and I can sleep peacefully on a tree. If you enter the town, you will find an inn to feed it well, take a bath and change into clean clothes, and do not care about the quality of the diet, and fall asleep after eating.

Ten days passed.

Twenty days passed.

A month has passed.

The life of exile is not unkind, and he has long lost his sense of the passage of time.

When I looked in the mirror, I almost couldn't recognize myself in the mirror: there was no blood, the skin had faded its luster, the originally plump cheeks were sunken, the most proud smart eyes were hollow without a trace of brilliance, and the hair that had always been regarded as life and desperately maintained was now yellow and rough, not old but a more terrible state than old age.

On this day, the white horse brought me to the gate of a city, and then stopped, as if waiting for my signal, I looked up and saw three big characters written on the plaque of the city gate - Qingjiang City.

Qingjiang City?

Before I knew it, I was back here.

In the end, it was the White Horse who remembered the old master, and since I had nowhere to go, it simply brought me back.

I thought, if I go back to the Futu Inn, I will return the white horse.

The most important thing is that the rope of fate with Zhu Xiyu was also re-established here.

Where you start, you should end.

Since he has exchanged his life for my physical and mental freedom, I should cherish myself even more and live my life again from now on.

"Ouch - why haven't you seen you for a month, and you're so haggard?"

Hua Xiangrong saw me, revealing a sense of unbearability and worry, just as we had when we first met, and now there was only these scenes of communication between me and her.

"I ......"

Before I could speak, Hua Xiangrong followed up and said, "Tut-tut, a month ago, you were a person who maintained your hair from your hair to your toes!" ”

"I'll pay you back the white horse."

"It's just a mount, why bother to take it to heart, isn't it too much to see me! But it's better to come back—"

Her pretentious politeness made me unaccustomed to it.

"I'll fix here for the night, and I'll be gone tomorrow. However, I really don't have anything to pay for the room this time, so if you care, I'll leave immediately. ”

"It doesn't matter."

It wasn't until she suddenly said these two words coldly that I seemed to see a little more of her real, or at least true, treatment of me.

"The room you lived in before is still for you, and nothing has been touched in it."

"Thank you!"

She didn't even mention half a word about Zhu Xiyu from beginning to end, as if she had completely let go, could it be because she had completely let go, so she could no longer have any curiosity and care for this person?

Maybe! There is no greater mourning than death.

I am also a man whose heart is dead.

said that it was to make up for the unpleasantness of that night, Hua Xiangrong personally cooked, bought wine and food for me, and said that she was very busy and had no time to accompany me to eat, and when I turned around, I smelled the aroma of Yunzhu jasmine on her again, which was very close to Zhu Xieyu's, which made me wonder for a moment if he was back.

I hadn't eaten such a delicious meal in a long time, had not taken such a pleasant bath, or even been subjected to such a soft quilt for a long time, and all my senses told me: you are tired, go to bed quickly.

But I still can't let go of a series of abnormal attitudes like flowers. From just now to now, although she tried her best to hide it, she couldn't hide her very urgent state, what was she anxious about? Zhu Xiyu is such an important existence in her life, what should I do, how he lives and dies, I don't believe she really doesn't care, or even if she has learned of Zhu Xiyu's death, I can't believe that she has such a powerful and amazing resilience, and she is so comfortable and quiet.