The words of self-care finally fell, and he leaned against the curtain of the bed and did not leave, the bitter smile faded from the corners of his mouth, and he closed his eyes and fell asleep.

The drizzle outside the window stopped suddenly, the night was shrouded, the night after the rain was cool and cool, the green bamboo in the courtyard was rustled by the wind, and there was a figure hidden there next to a dark corner, through the half-hidden curtain, looking at the scene next to the bed in the house at a glance.

The man was dressed like ink, with a hat and a cloak, his eyes behind the veil were cold, there was no sadness or joy in his dark eyes, and the whole person was cold and lonely.

He watched steadily, and the corner of the veil blown by the wind faintly spread over the gloom, and then the figure leaped, like a sound of the wind, and there was no longer the figure around the corner.

Inside the house, Bai Zhuohua, who had been closed, slowly opened his eyes, glanced out, looked out from the curtain, and the black mist poured into his eyes, faintly cast in a dark corner, his lips hooked silently, but there was no gentleness.

Tonight, the man on the bluestone slab walked calmly, the lights of the hundred houses behind him gradually went out, the clothes in the black shadow were slightly flicked, and an ice clear jade face loomed behind the black veil on the edge of the hat, and the breath around the man's body was too cold, like deep snow and desolate, making people feel like falling into the ice abyss.

He walked slowly, the corners of his clothes flew over, as if he was immersed in some kind of emotion, and his long and jade figure in the dark night was like an immortal, and he walked step by step like a ghost, and his whole body was full of anger.

In a trance, the person's calm face seemed to jump in front of her, and she once called to him one after another, "Big brother, big brother......"

Memories wander back, there have been countless times as if she was looking at something else through him, and who is that "big brother" called?

With her by his side over the years, every time he looks back, he can always see her standing silently behind him, not close or alienated, but it makes him feel at ease.

The warm color that has appeared in the cold and lukewarm life, once he has it, he never wants to let go, at that time he said to himself, at least, she is his, there is no need to fight, there is no need to fight, there is no need to fight cruelly, she is his.

Then I thought about it, the sentence "Aqing" she blurted out in the nightmare finally made him understand that he was just a stand-in for another shadow in her broken memory, how ridiculous, he was so lucky, glad that there was such a person in this world who was sincere to him.

In his dark and despicable life, the first throbbing lingered in his heart for a long time, and the cold snowflakes of that night bloomed in front of his eyes with her eyes looking up at him for a long time.

It was so long that as soon as he closed his eyes, the thousands of miles of rivers and mountains that he had been obsessed with in his heart gradually became transparent, reflecting her face, not profound, but everywhere.

If he leaves and treats her as a chess piece, how long can such an excuse deceive himself, those thoughts that should not be born gradually corroded his heart, cut the grass and cut off love, for him, it was destiny, and now everything is going the other way, when he lost his original intention, when he went against his fate.

He can pretend not to care in front of everyone, he can tell Bai Zhuohua that what he wants is her use value, and he can even mention it in front of her and let her marry another man.

He deceived so many people, turned around with hypocrisy and cold-heartedness, treated each other coldly for half his life, played chess and reversed his sleeves, calculated all the pros and cons clearly, and walked step by step to the peak of what he thought was his belief, but he couldn't expect the twists and turns that would be born halfway.

He thought that he could not care, he could be indifferent, and he could even watch as a chess player when the snipe and clam were fighting, but in the end, he found that he cared, those who were unwilling to admit it, as early as many years ago, with that "Ah Qing" in his heart, he was extremely angry and unwilling, involving strange emotions that he had never had.

In the treacherous yin and yang of life and death, he is ruthless, he lives himself as cruel and heartless, what is love, but it is just a poison that can make him never recover, if he does not touch it without permission, he will have no worries, once he is contaminated, he will still be reluctant.

For him, the root of love is his destined sin, and when he first saw her, he held a sharp blade at her heart, and she smiled and said to him, "I really don't know what death is after living for so long?" ”

At that time, she was indifferent, steady and unmatched with her age, fearless but without any look when she looked at him, as if life and death were just a normal thing in her eyes, and she had no hatred and resentment in the face of him as an executioner, and smiled like a false dream.

In the virtual dream, his heart moved fiercely, and everything revived in an instant after being silent, but it disappeared in an instant, and it was as empty as a dream.

And he gradually put down the hand holding the knife, and quietly calculated another unpredictable plan in his heart, and at that moment there seemed to be a voice saying to him, "Su Lingfeng, this is the demon you are destined to do." ”

The avenue is three thousand, the Buddha and the demon have a thought, and he doesn't want to understand it, but he wants to know, what is the devil?

He has been looking for a long time, and there is someone Amitabha Buddha in the endless sea of suffering, "Zhongxing Yan, purple and slightly chaotic, the emperor is destined to be helpless for half a life. ”

One is a demon, one is overthrown, who is a demon? Who is the cover?

The cloak of the night was unfurled, the hat on his head had already been removed, he stopped in front of a garden door, the cold of the bone lingered around him, the door was pushed open, he walked in, the silence of the room was still as usual, how long had she not returned.

The clothes are dragging, the bead curtain is swaying, his shadow is reflected on the window, his eyes sweep over the room one by one, the cold and icy eyes, the hairpin she wore on the bronze mirror platform, the long sword she carried next to the curtain pillar, the guqin by the window, I can still vaguely remember the figure of her sitting there caressing the strings, he turned his face sideways, and his eyes were finally fixed on the desk.

The cold wind blew in from outside the room, he walked slowly, on the rosewood desk, a painting was there, he stared fixedly, the person in the painting was a back, but the back was as ethereal as a dream, because it was incomplete, he couldn't see who it was, it was just a shadow.

His gaze was hidden in some complex and gloomy emotion, his fingers touched the drawing paper, his head was tilted and his eyes were closed, his sleeves swept over, and the people in the room no longer stayed, and walked out as they came, seemingly unwavering.

And the drawing paper on the desk has turned into a pile of dust, blown by the wind, scattered in the corners of the corner and no one cares.

He was standing under a tree branch, and there was a sound of footsteps approaching behind him, and it was Xun Jing.

"Lord, have you gone to the Dustless Dwelling?" Xun Jing asked out loud.

He didn't answer, just stared ahead, and for a long time, he suddenly spoke, "Do you think she will betray me?" ”

Xun Jing was stunned, he naturally knew who the "she" in his mouth was, but he didn't understand why the lord would suddenly ask such a thing, when that person went to the Chu Palace, the lord trusted her very much, what happened tonight, the lord has never hesitated like this, especially for her.

"If one day she really abandons her lord, her subordinates will surely kill her." Xun Jing bowed his head and replied.

He didn't have much of an emotional change after hearing this, and the shadows of the trees were cast on his face, and the disillusioned light and shadow crossed the corners of his eyes, and he whispered.

"Everyone can betray me, but she can't, even if it is ruined, it must be destroyed in my hands."

Xun Jing was silent, and the man in black had a ruthless look in his eyes at this moment, and his eyes were dark and clear.

"Bai Zhuohua, I want to see what you can do to fight with me."