She let him down.

is not only as a lover, but also an apprentice brought up by him.

But her emotionality and single-mindedness disappointed him again and again.

Yue suddenly felt a pinprick in his heart like suffocation, and there was some sour bitterness in his mouth.

Before she could say anything, she had already turned around and walked into the night, her warm crimson exuding a frustrated decadence.

He walked out of the East Courtyard and walked all the way through most of the Lu Mansion, and finally stopped outside a very secluded courtyard in the north.

The yard is small but very elegant, and you can see that the owner has put a lot of thought into it.

"Since you came and didn't come in, could it be that I, a seriously ill person, would I be waiting for me to get up and welcome you in?"

A human voice suddenly came from the dark and lightless courtyard, and the tone was frantic but a little soaked in drunken despair.

After a pause, he walked in, and sure enough, he saw a figure sitting at a stone table in the courtyard, drinking alone.

The man had his back to the door, and it was still the middle of the autumn when the summer was not over, but the man was already wearing a padded robe.

But the robe was empty and declining on him, and the whole person was full of a pin-shaped skull.

It's as if a flower that has long since burned out of its fragrance is waiting for its final withering.

He sat down silently across from the man, and filled the glass in front of him.

"I haven't seen you for many years, but I don't see my illness and my temper is getting better and better."

The man sneered and said impatiently.

"I'm a dying person, am I still afraid of offending someone who sent me to the west in advance?"

Xing raised his eyes and glanced at the man's pale and gray face, then silently lowered his eyes and drank the wine in the cup in one gulp.

Both of them were silent, bent on dealing with the wine in front of them.

After a while, a few empty jars had been poured crookedly on the stone table, and the smell of wine on Chen Yuan's body was strong, and his mind was still sober, but his eyes were already cloudy.

His face was pale and blue, but his eyes were red.

Not so long ago, these eyes were filled with hatred and moth-to-fire fanaticism, but now there was nothing but empty dead air.

He should have died.

He picked up half his life from that tragedy, but every day of the past twenty years he was worse than dead.

In this long time, revenge has become the only reason to keep him alive.

Now that the revenge has been avenged, his whole person has collapsed.

"I didn't expect to be able to see my great benefactor with my own eyes before I died, and God really treats me well."

Chen Yuan's mouth was talking about a great benefactor, but his tone was indifferent and empty, not so much emotion as self-deprecation.

A trace of unbearability flashed in Xing's heart, with his way of drinking, even a normal person couldn't stand it, let alone a terminally ill person like him.

Lu Chongguang desperately wanted him to live a few more days, but he didn't care and preferred to see Hades earlier.

"What else do you know?"

"You don't have to worry, Lu Chongguang didn't tell me anything, these are just my own guesses. I've always been bent on revenge, and I can't see anything else in my eyes, but now I can't even get out of this courtyard, and I can only think cranky except for drinking. ”

"I already expected that he would not be able to hide it from you sooner or later, but you are from Qi Guo."

"What does the northern kingdom of Qi have to do with me? I'm just a dying man. Besides, I should thank you, if it weren't for the fact that you came, he would not have had time to watch over me all day, and I would not have been able to even have such a pleasure as drinking. ”

"He wants you to live."

"Live? I thought I was a dead man a long time ago, how could I live? If I hadn't been able to let go of the hundreds of lives of my Chen family, where would I have survived today? Now, my revenge has been avenged, and those unjust souls have long been looking forward to me going down to reunite with them. ”

"But if you die like this, I'm afraid Chongguang's guilt for you will never be repaid."

"Guilt? What is guilt? Something that's not as good as bullshit. I don't have time, but he still has a long way to go. It doesn't matter if he's guilty or in pain, he has to keep living. If I die, he might be able to put the past behind and start over. We've been entangled for twenty years, isn't that enough? Even if he can't let go, I'm already tired of living under the same roof with my enemy, not only have to rely on him to avenge me, but I also have to rely on him if I want to live and see the great revenge avenged. I've had enough of this humiliation. ”

Xing listened to Chen Yuan's words silently, his tone was very flat, but his words were full of mean resentment, but in Xing's ears, he couldn't feel the bloody hatred he said at all.

He no longer hated Lu Chongguang, but the more than 100 lives were like a shackle that could never be freed in his heart.

I can't hate, but I can't convince myself to hate anymore.

"Do you know why I'm drinking? Actually, I don't like this spicy and pungent smell at all, but as long as I am sober, I can see my brothers, parents, and even family members who died tragically under the knife, and they keep asking me why I haven't gone down to reunite with them, why I would rather rely on the care of the enemy than survive. Even though I had avenged them, they still refused to let me go, and I couldn't even remember Wei Hu's face. But those people, the resentment and hideousness on their faces haunted me day and night. Only when I was drunk, only when I was no longer sober, could I finally get a moment of peace. ”

"If you really want to die, before you die, you still refuse to give Lu Chongguang a word of forgiveness?"

"Forgiveness? How to forgive? My Chen family has hundreds of lives, although he didn't kill them with his own hands, but if it wasn't for him, how could Wei Hu have a chance? But if it weren't for him, I would have been a handful of white bones under the loess, let alone revenge? How do I hate him? And how to forgive him? ”

From beginning to end, Chen Yuan just said calmly and indifferently, as if all the grievances were just the stories of others.

But under that calm face, what is hidden is a wound that has long been festering to the bone and can never heal. Xing didn't answer for a long time, just stared indifferently at the wine glass in his hand.

"One last drink."

Xing looked at the empty jar on the side, which could no longer pour a drop of wine, and suddenly picked up the wine glass and drank it all, and then heard a soft sound, and the celadon wine glass turned into flying ashes, which blew away with the wind along his fingers.

"After you go, as long as I am there for a day, the gate of Amber Hill will always be open for him."

After saying this in a low voice, he left without looking back.

But the lonely figure in the courtyard was still drinking to himself, exactly as when they came, and he didn't even raise his head.

However, in the moonlight, a series of sparkling lights rolled down from the corners of his eyes.

This is probably the first and last time I saw Chen Yuan.

For a moment, Xing thought about letting him live, even if he was forced to do so.

But what's the point?

Sheng He Huan,

Why be afraid of death?

Do not regret the dream of returning,

But where do you go?

"Come out."

Xing had just walked out of the courtyard not far before he stopped, and said indifferently to the vast darkness.

The darkness in front of him seemed to be still, but then a black figure stepped out from behind the trees on the side.

"Is there really no way?"

Yue asked hesitantly, she had been hiding outside, and naturally listened to all the conversations between them.

It turned out to be Chen Yuan.

But he's going to die.

"I know you're feeling bad, but his body was ruined twenty years ago, and it's a miracle that he's alive today. Every day he lived, the pain he suffered was unimaginable, revenge was the only reason that sustained him to this day, and now that his wish was fulfilled, death was a relief for him. ”

"But..."

But when the two words came to his lips, there was nothing more to say.

Yue paused for a long time, and finally couldn't continue.

"I originally thought that Lu Chongguang was only doing things for you to take revenge, but what does he have to do with Amber?"

"You should know that I'm not in the mood to discuss Lu Chongguang's affairs with you right now."

Xing glanced at her calmly, but his gaze seemed to be looking at a stranger.

Yue was stunned in her heart, and naturally understood what he was referring to, but what should she do to make up for it?

After he lost someone important, after she disappointed him and broke his heart.

All words pale and weak.

After waiting for a long time, she still did not speak, and the anger and disappointment that had been secretly suppressed for a long time seemed to come up like a tide again.

He sneered to himself, but even he didn't know if it was self-deprecation or disappointment.

But just as he shook his sleeves and was about to leave, there was a warm feeling behind him, and a pair of hands were tightly wrapped around his waist.

"I know that no matter how guilty I am, Mr. Yong will never come back, but I also don't want to see another Mr. Yong. I will probably never be able to make up for the past, but in the future, I don't want you to be disappointed in me again. ”

The torture body stiffened, still facing away from her for a long time and did not say anything, but Yue's heart cooled down little by little in the waiting for years.

Maybe it's too late.

The power of disappointment is far more terrible than what we think it is.

As small as a grain of sand, it can become a devastating destruction.

Maybe before this, the disappointment of the punishment to her had already piled up into a tower, but it was buried under the word emotion, and she didn't realize it.

But now, the matter of Youtuyong seems to have become the last straw that broke the camel's back.

Too late.

Tiny grains of sand have long since gathered into towering towers, which can collapse in an instant when a breeze blows, completely burying everything.

A low, faintly mixed crying laugh suddenly rang out, and her hands clasped tightly on his chest seemed to feel the vibration of the heart, but she could not feel whether the heart was still as gentle as ever or as cold as ice.