The vermilion palace gate, the golden rivets on it have been rusted, and the breath precipitated by history is long and heavy, pressing on people's chests, sinking like a boulder.

The glazed jade tiles are shining, the ice cubes are crystal clear hanging under the eaves, and the sound of water drops is ticking, which is particularly clear in the dead and silent palace.

Four years ago, I was trapped in Liufu, and four years later, I was trapped in the Imperial Palace.

Even if you want to be a bird soaring in the sky, your wings are broken, and no matter how you fly, you can't fly out, and you have to survive in longing and despair day and night.

I couldn't walk, and the pain crept through my heart.

If God doesn't give me hope, how can I long. But he gave me hope and made me despair and torture me repeatedly.

I can't do it, and I don't want to.

Liu Sujin is just an ordinary person, an ordinary person who has closed his heart for too many years.

The wind blows and scatters the long hair.

The orange silk flowers were blown to the ground and bloomed quietly from the ground.

Squatting down to pick up the silk flower, pressing it to the chest position, the heartbeat is undulating and unstable.

One step, two steps, three steps......

I'm waiting for him to say something, as long as he stops me, as long as he is willing to speak, no matter how difficult it is, I will try to stay with him.

It's just a sentence, even if it's just one word.

Tighten the string in my heart, as if it will break at any moment. But I couldn't wait for his voice, and I didn't even dare to breathe, holding all my breath, for fear of missing his words.

His footsteps stopped at the gate of the palace, as if he had been filled with molten iron, and he couldn't move.

"This is, this is Miss Jin! Quick, go and report to the emperor! "The guard at the gate of the palace put the portrait in his hand next to me and compared it." Come in, Miss Jin, it's going to be night soon, and the palace door is going to be closed. ”

I froze in place, letting the noise around me fill me.

The guard looked at me in confusion and called out to Miss Jin again.

I followed him to the palace gate, and when I crossed that hurdle, I knew that everything in the past was going to be a dream.

Jin Se gratuitously fifty strings, one string and one pillar Si Hua Nian.

Beiyu Jinchen, it turns out that we are still strangers after all.

……

In my ears was the sound of the door closing, squeaking, long and depressing.

I woke up suddenly and turned around quickly.

The moment he touched the palace gate, the last bit of the gap also closed.

My heart was blank, and I couldn't see anything in front of me.

Dazed, nothing left but dazed.

He's a cut above me, both strategically and emotionally.

Warmth welled up in his eyes and ran down his cheeks.

Finally, I couldn't hold it back, and I cried out, my nails pressed into the edge of the door, but I could no longer touch the breath outside. No more, he could not be seen.

All the strength of his body was drained, and he slid down the door little by little until he collapsed to the ground.

What am I going to do to let you know what I have in my heart, and if I give it all in vain?

"Miss Jin?" The guard turned back to look at me, and he seemed to be overwhelmed by the sight and stood aside.

Tears dripped on the placket of the garment, smearing a stain of water. Biting his lower lip to keep the crying low, he became more and more uncontrollable, sobbing in a low voice and hissing exhausted.

"After all, it's a dream."

The cold and snowy timbre came faintly from outside the palace gate, like an auditory hallucination and reality.

Like a lightning strike, the dazed vanished, and the last glimmer of hope in my heart was ignited.

I knocked on the palace door and clapped my palms numb. "Beiyu Jinchen, is that you?"

There was silence for a long time, and there was nothing else, except auditory hallucinations, and I could no longer find a reason to explain the sound.

"Open the palace gates!" I grabbed the little guard by the collar, and my voice trembled slightly.

He waved his hand and said, "The palace gate is not under my control, there is nothing I can do." ”

I pulled out the dagger and put it around his neck. "Can't you open it?"

I know how reckless I am, like a madman.

The face is unkempt with tears, and every word is heartbreaking, like a female ghost.

Grab the last floating straw, always thinking that it will be a turning point.

I just want to know if it's him, and if he said that sentence at all.

A hand grabbed my wrist and knocked the dagger off. The iron fell to the ground, and the sound was clear.

I subconsciously slashed at the man's neck, and before he could hit the man's neck, he suddenly turned sideways, and this move failed, but both hands were tightly grasped.

"Liu Sujin!" The three words almost roared out, and he exerted his strength, and his wrist was tangled in pain. "He's long gone! Wake up! ”

I looked up blankly, and the blurred shadows in front of me gradually converged and became clear.

"Rin, can you help me open the palace gate?" It's almost begging.

I don't know what to do anymore, I really don't know.

He stood still, not speaking. His expression was as cold as ever, and he was unmoved no matter how much I said.

Hanging down your arms, every breath of cold air is painful.

"Wake up, you and him are basically people on two roads, and if you continue like this, the only person who will be hurt can only be yourself." He grabbed my arm, his gaze projected into my pupils. "I know him better than you, I grew up with the people in the palace, after Luo Yu dies, no one will be able to enter his eyes again. You have to fight, how can you fight for a person who has passed away! ”

yes, how can I fight to leave a little shadow in his heart.

But what are the days and nights of getting along, dreams?

In retrospect, he never said what I really was in his heart, and he avoided talking about it. There are no promises, no vows, everything is my own doing.

Or was everything he did planned? And I'm the next Wanniang who works hard for him?

No, it's not like that, even if he were to calculate, I wouldn't be able to gamble with my own life without hesitation......

Oh, I've become self-deceiving.

The crying turned into a low, staccato voice.

"You know him, but you don't know me." Let the tears flow freely, and the corners of his lips deliberately raised the arc of ridicule.

Shake off his hands that had imprisoned me and turn away.

"Su Jin, you can see Beiyu Jinchen, but you can't see the emperor." His voice came to his ears after itself.

I sneered and responded: "Cold, I just met you in Pingshui, why do you care so much." ”

"I know that your intentions in entering the palace are not pure, although I don't know what your purpose is, but the emperor is willing to protect you, so is my mission."

The palm of his hand slowly clenched into a fist, and he replied, "Impure thoughts? You're a little clean. When you first met, you were covered in scars and blood, have you forgotten these secrets? ”

He sighed, "Su Jin, he hasn't just been waiting for you for half a month, he's been waiting for you five years ago." ”

I wanted to refute something, but the words condensed in my throat and spread into a wry smile on my lips.

The current Su Jin is no longer the Su Jin of five years ago, he is waiting for the wrong person.

And I, like him, love the wrong person.