Shen Yuchen smiled obliquely, the corners of his lips hung high and low, his posture was as usual, motionless, as if he didn't care about the knife at all.

Ping Yan was full of resentment, gritted his teeth, stabbed the tip of the knife a few inches with force on his wrist, and suddenly a thin streak of blood stained the white shirt on his chest, spreading like a flower, and a petal bloomed.

It was a dazzling red.

Shen Yuchen lowered his eyes, smiled at the blood stain, as if he didn't feel pain, and slowly leaned closer until the distance between the two of them touched their skins.

Ping Yan was in tears, her hands were trembling, and the knife that sharpened iron like clay and killed people on weekdays seemed to suddenly become thick rusty, dull as wood, and she couldn't pierce half an inch.

Shen Yuchen let go of her hand, Xu is sunset is like fire, his whole body is bathed in the flying glow fire, and the continuous fire on the edge of the sky seems to be burning into his eyes. He stared at a pair of scarlet eyes like beasts, which were full of white frost flowers, like endless sorrow.

He leaned into her ear, his tone trembling and strong, gritting his teeth, sounding eerie.

"Your deed of sale is still in my hands, and in the past three years, no matter who you follow, no matter how much you hate me, you are my person."

He seemed drunk, delirious, haunted, a demon who could crush her to ashes.

Ping Yan pushed him away. Like a piece of paper floating in the wind, he staggered back a few steps, hit the pillar behind him, leaned crookedly, eating and laughing.

The empty line of sight revealed the figure of Dong Changlin, who took a half-human-high kite, colorful, a big butterfly with fluttering ribbons. He glanced at Shen Yujian, and then looked at Ping Yan deeply, there was no trace of other emotions on his face, only a light and quiet smile that was not shocked, like a gust of wind, slowly blowing away the turmoil in her heart.

Shen Yuchen glanced at him, hooked his lips and smiled silently, desolate and helpless, slowly straightened up, wiped his fingers on the blood stain on his chest, and then slowly passed the fingers dipped in blood into his tongue and licked them gently.

As if bewitching and threatening, his face was cold, he raised his eyebrows at Ping Yan, and then walked up to Dong Changlin, and smiled softly, "Changlin, you know me." When I was a child, I had to get my hands on all the toys I liked, and even if I had enough of playing with them and got tired of them, I would rather destroy them than give them to anyone else. My stuff, once it smells of me, will never be washed clean. The same goes for her. ”

Dong Changlin was silent, but his face was as white as paper, as if this look made him a lot more refreshed, he laughed a few times, dragged his sloppy steps, and walked farther and farther.

Ping Yan turned her face away, her heart was mixed, as if she had been cut by a knife, she just looked at the vast sky, and supported the railing with both hands to support the weight of her body.

Why do you want to provoke her, why can't you cut it in two.

Dong Changlin slowly approached her, took out a handkerchief, and wiped her tears with delicate movements, as if he was wiping the dust covered with rare treasures.

Ping Yan stabilized her emotions, took the handkerchief from his hand, turned around and smiled: "It turned out that I accidentally provoked him, and now it is difficult to get out of the whole body, so that you can see the joke." ”

Dong Changlin smiled, but what flowed in that smile was clearly the pain of swallowing silently, "Yu Zhen, he has always been like this, arrogant and domineering." Maybe it will be fine in a few days. ”

He comforted her with these words, and he comforted himself as well. In fact, he knows Shen Yujian's temperament very well, what he has obtained, even if it is ruined, he will never give it to others.

"It doesn't matter if it's good or not." Ping Yan laughed a little prostration.

Dong Changlin pursed his lips, hesitated a few times, but slowly stretched out his hand and held her. The temperature that could be touched was too much for him to be ecstatic, and he was reluctant to let go.

"You Bingxue is smart, you must be able to guess my heart for you, if you want, I ......"

Ping Yan withdrew his hand and interrupted him categorically, "I don't want to!" ”

Dong Changlin's breathing suddenly stopped, and even his face gradually turned red and purple, he was stunned for a moment, and there were injured emotions on his face, but he still smiled gently, like a piece of exquisite jade, without a trace of impurities, and explained in a panic: "It's okay if you don't want to, it's okay, I'm not sad at all, as long as you can accompany me, as long as you can be really happy, you can do anything." ”

Resentment has become a demon, but how can she really be happy. God can't see her family complete, and once took away the happiness she should enjoy in this life overnight.

Everything she is doing now is just because of her deep resentment, and she is getting deeper and deeper.

Shen Yuchen was drunk tonight, walking deeply and shallowly, and fell on the ground several times until he had no strength to get up.

Stepping on the broken moonlight, a tall figure gradually approached him who fell to the ground like mud, and bent down to pick up half a bottle of wine on the ground.

"You're hating me." Mu Zicheng looked at him, "Maybe without me, you will have a successful marriage." Seriously, we've known each other for so long, and it's not uncommon to see you spend all day drinking, but we've never seen you fall so depressed because of a woman. ”

Shen Yuchen lay on the grass, raised his eyes drunkenly, struggled to get up, sat loosely against a stone, and shook his head with a bitter smile, "Don't talk about you, even I haven't seen you." ”

Mu Zicheng also sat down next to him, looked thoughtfully at the moon with obvious gaps in the sky, and said slowly: "Life, just like this moon, there will always be losses." What you choose, you are destined to lose, God is fair, you can't make your life perfect. ”

Shen Yuchen laughed twice, reflected by the light, and walked with tears on his face, "I don't want to give up on her, but I can't be in a corner of peace, lingering, watching the country continue to be devastated, I have thought more than once about taking her away and flying high, finding a mountain village where no one knows us, and enjoying ordinary happiness." But I can't do it, I stayed up in the military school for four years, didn't I just want to contribute to the country that gave birth to me and raised me, and the people who are in dire straits? ”

Mu Zicheng patted him on the shoulder, his gaze resolute, "Don't worry, you won't give up in vain." As long as you can help the Central China Army gain the right to start a war in Qingyuan Town, I will definitely do what I promise you. ”

He turned his gaze, frowned, and looked solemn, "After all, warlords in various places have fought too many wars, large and small, and it is the people who suffer in the end, and now many places where foreign forces are extended, are eyeing each other." We Chinese should also hold together and resist foreign invasion. As long as the Lingnan Army is defeated and Kim Wu is at a disadvantage, I will adopt the advice of the Revolutionary Party and, together with my father and uncle, to persuade the members of the parliament to advocate peace between the North and the South and not to go to war again. ”

"Yuchen, don't follow the revolutionary party anymore, follow me, you will be of great use to the country, and maybe you will soon achieve your ambitions." Born in a family of factional warlords, Mu Zicheng never imagined that he would one day be eager for a revolutionary.

Or perhaps, because he is Shen Yuchen, the brother who was born and died with him.

With such an identity, even if he didn't die at his gun, he would inevitably become a lonely ghost under someone else's gun one day.

To be honest, he was really reluctant.

"People have different aspirations and beliefs, in fact, it doesn't matter who they are, the most important thing is to be able to shine and contribute to the change of the country." Shen Yuchen smiled and asked jokingly, "You really don't plan to investigate the whereabouts of those guns and ammunition?" ”

Mu Zicheng punched him in the chest, "Can't you still believe me?" The reason why I followed those things was because I was afraid that the revolutionary party would breed trouble and confuse the people at the critical juncture of the war between the two armies, and since the marshal who is now in charge of the Central China Army has reached an agreement with the revolutionary party through you to seek peace, he is a partner in the same boat, and naturally he will not care about those guns and ammunition. ”

As long as Lin Lixue gets the military defense right of Qingyuan Town, the task assigned to him by his superiors will be completed. Defending his family and country, no matter how hard and tired he is, he has always been full of passion and fighting spirit, but now, he is hiding in the lonely and cold darkness, but he does not feel happy at all.

The wind stirs the memories.

He thought of the unattainable Ping Yan, the crystal tears that slipped out of her eyes, and the transaction he made with Mu Zicheng with his ruthlessness.

That night, Ping Yan was wearing a night coat and inhaled the incense by mistake, and was picked up by Mu Zicheng from the road. That night, he received an assignment from his superiors to take action, for the sake of peace between the north and the south, the country and the people, to use his special relationship with Miss Lin to help the Chinese army obtain the right to defend Qingyuan Town.

He knew very well that Lin Heng was a person who was cautious and forward-looking, and the only feasible way to completely gain his trust in such a short period of time and take Qingyuan Town was to marry his daughter.

He has only one daughter in his life, which is the pearl of his palm, and what Shen Yuchen wants to do is to make Lin Lixue die for him and obey his words.

He once tried to get Ping Yan to sign a three-year deed of sale, and promised her that she would break off the relationship with the Lin family within three years. Now that I think about it, the piles of carefully planned and carefully planned futures on weekdays are all wedding clothes for nothing.

She is the most beautiful scenery in the world, and when he meets her, he can't help but lose himself, like a trapped beast, difficult to escape.

Although in the end, he still chose to sacrifice the small self to achieve the big self. It's not that he doesn't regret it, but he can't help himself. In such a turbulent world, how many people's love can be fulfilled and the years are quiet?

Even so, just now he glanced at her back from the pavilion, just a glance. He seems to have fallen from a cultivator for a lifetime, a pure-hearted and undesirable monk into the demonic path of no return, and the seven emotions and six desires are engraved in his bones and burning.

How is he going to let go. He is just an ordinary mortal, with unavoidable weaknesses in human nature, how can he let go.