Chapter 51

Su Ying quickly stood up, ignoring the brief darkness in front of him, and followed silently.

He went from a brisk step to a trot, and then to a wild run, and the night wind blew on his face like a knife, cutting flesh and blood.

He gasped, the cold air pressed into his lungs, and it felt like someone had put a fishing net full of blades in his lungs.

Finally, he caught up with the four people who had taken Ling Yan at the end of the trail and saw their destination as well.

It was a barely standing house, probably a melon shed from a long time ago.

"You saw it......"

The hidden part of Ling Di's soul stood outside the melon shed. turned around and said to Su Ying. He looked pale and illusory.

Su Ying walked in only to find that he had actually burst into tears. His lips trembled, but he didn't realize it.

"That's what it is...... The truth. ”

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As Su Ying gradually approached, the voice in the room became clearer and clearer. In front of the dimly lit window lattice, Su Ying stopped.

“…… Do you want to go in? ”

There was a scream from inside the room, Su Ying tilted his head slightly and closed his eyes, and replied with a smile: "...... Right. ”

"Forget it." The shadow was smiling in dead silence, "...... You're still going to be with your Qiluan. ”

This sentence sounds particularly ironic now. Su Ying thought.

“…… You are part of my soul. Su Ying turned around and looked at him motionlessly, his tone as calm as possible, "Then tell me, can you still be with Qiluan again?" ”

Shadow's eyes widened, as if he didn't know Su Ying.

Su Ying took a step closer and continued, "Tell me, can you?" ”

In the night, Su Ying's eyes were a little red.

Finally, Su Ying let out a strange smile and lowered her eyes.

“…… Ling, you've changed. Shadow said.

"Wrong." Su Ying said, "I'm Su Ying. ”

Su Ying is a person who can tolerate Qiluan can lie to him, kill him, and forget him, but he can't tolerate it, Qiluan has never loved him back then.

Turning around, Su Ying pushed open the door and walked in.

As soon as I entered, the sound in the room became clearer, as if it were right in my ears.

Su Ying's gaze stayed on the floor, and he didn't dare to look up for a long time—he was messily throwing the hemp rope that had just been tied to Ling Yan's hands and feet, as well as a few crumpled blouses.

Also, in the immediate vicinity, there was the "creaking" sound of the bed frame shaking, heavy wheezing and terrible screams.

Su Ying felt a deep sense of despair.

He is still desperate in this world, let alone then.

The dim candle flame was shaking, and the candle tears were falling one by one on the dusty tabletop. Behind the candlelight, there are entangled figures.

How silly......

Su Ying gritted her teeth.

Until now, he has not given up struggling, it turns out that Ling Yan at that time actually thought that Qiluan would forgive him, Qiluan would accept him with open arms, and they would enter the Fengtian Temple, the power center of the spiritual world, together to fulfill the promise they made together......

Bah.

Su Ying spat on the ground.

The night gradually receded, and the white of the fish belly shook outside the window. The candles on the table had long since been extinguished, and even the last wisps of white smoke had disappeared. The room finally fell silent, but when I listened closely, there were still irregular sounds.

There was a man crying......

The voice is hoarse, tiny, and almost indistinguishable.

Su Ying was still standing in place.

"What a coward......" he muttered.

The heart is already cold.

Su Ying, who had left those people, didn't remember. The warm sun illuminated the whole cottage without a trace of shadow, and the sunlight poured in from both sides of the door panels.

Su Ying stood at the open door, fresh and warm on one side and gloomy and cold on the other.

The whole person seems to be standing at the junction of reality and dreams.

After the men left, there was still no life in the room.

"Isn't it pretty......?" Su Ying's soul walked in, and a strange smile twisted into his lips.

The people on the bed were disheveled, the tattered clothes could not cover the slender limbs, and the white fingers held the dirty clothes tightly; Two slender legs stretched out from under the dirty clothes, and the white turbidity mixed with blood was faintly visible at the thighs.

The bare body was full of bruises, and the spots were imprinted on the body. His chapped lips were pale, his eyes were closed, and he was as quiet as he was asleep.

Su Ying stood quietly in front of the bed, silently looking at the man on the bed without a trace of life.

It is said that ten years of life and death are boundless, without thinking, and unforgettable.

And even more so after a thousand years.

For a while, Su Ying hoped that Ling Yan was dead.

But history has long told him that Ling Yan was not dead at that time.

Otherwise, there would be no later story.

Ling Yan woke up, it was the next day.

He sat up laboriously with his hands propped up, and looked motionlessly at his body, which was covered with traces that did not belong to him, without making a sound.

He obviously had the same face as Su Ying, but looking at him, Su Ying hated him so much.

The candles on the table burned out, and the broken cobwebs scattered when a gust of morning wind blew.

With his hand brushing away the hair in front of him, he draped his torn clothes over his body, stood up unconsciously, and fell again. Standing up again, he faltered, picked up the crumpled clothes on the ground, and barely put them on his body.

If there were still three days before the wedding when Ling Yan was brought out by Qingmo, then tomorrow would be the wedding day.

Su Ying followed Ling Yan and walked to the nearby lake step by step.

The lake is silent at night, and the shadows of the surrounding trees cast on the water. Even in summer, you can feel the chill of the lake.

And he walked in step by step, and when the lake was up to his shoulder, he stopped, and stood like this, until the lake around him was calm again.

Su Ying sat down by the lake and looked at him meaninglessly.

There was a sound behind Su Ying, and a moment later, Ling Yan's soul sat down beside him, equally silent.

Even at night, it could be seen that Ling Yan's lips were purple from the loss of body heat, but as if he had lost all his feelings, he just repeated the action of drawing water to clean. Over and over again, the heaviness makes people despair. It wasn't until dawn that Ling Yan stopped his movements and slowly walked ashore.

He washed his whole body over and over again, just to get rid of all the traces, even the hair was carefully washed several times. When he came ashore, his whole body was blue from the cold.

One by one, he put on all his clothes mechanically, and finally he looked up at the clear golden red of the sky in silence.

Su Ying suddenly had a feeling that his previous life had long known that this might be the last time he saw the sunrise......

By the time I returned to Chaoge, it was already three quarters of the hour, and it was almost the same as noon.

When Ling Yan returned to the dormitory, everyone in the house went out to look for him. Avoiding a few personal maids, Ling Yan walked into the bedroom covered with happy characters alone.

This is not a cave room, it is so festively arranged, the red and bright "Xi" on the pane is frighteningly large, and the small table under the window is placed with red dates, peanuts, longan, and oranges covered with the word "Xi". On the table facing the door, there were two pairs of red candles with gold pasted on them.

There was a lonely set of wedding clothes on the bed, red like fire, bright as flowers. On the dressing table near the bed, there is a whole set of rouge watercolors and gold hairpins inlaid with red acacia agate, and a gold crown inlaid with pearls.

The petals of the huge fiery red hydrangea are small and complex, and the large flowers are spread on the table and scattered on the ground.

It's like a woman's boudoir.

Su Ying looked around and closed her eyes weakly.

Qiluan always treated him as a woman.

Turning to shed his torn clothes, he picked up the brand-new white obscene pants on the bed.

He pulled back his stool and sat down slowly.

He reached out expressionlessly to take the powder that exuded a faint fragrance of jasmine, dipped it in a little and pounced on his face, and his already pale face became even more delicate and unreal; After that, there was a very light layer of crimson rouge, like a crushed red acacia seed, and after applying it, Ling Yan suddenly became enchanting; Drawing his eyebrows with a thin brush, Zhu Dan hooked his lips, Ling Yan suddenly stopped his hand and looked at himself in the mirror.

Su Ying took a few steps forward and looked at him in the mirror as well.

The black hair is like a cloud, the red lips are scarlet, the willow eyebrows are like leaves, the teeth are like jade, the eyes are like paint, the nose is like a hanging gall, looking forward to the flowers, the waves are flowing, and the water is beautiful.

Golden crown, pearl hairpin, golden hairpin, jade spike.

Finally, there is a large red dress painted with gold and silver.

In his previous life, he was willing to give up revenge for Qiluan and return to the country, he was willing to be a boudoir woman and happily marry him, and he flew into his arms even if he gave everything......

Even if he loses his father's brotherly shear for the sake of his goal, he loses the dignity that a man should have, and he loses the wings that can fly on his own.

But none of this can be done by oneself in this world.

What you can endure, forgive, and forget in your previous life, you can't forget any of your self in this life.

Su Ying's eyes trembled for a moment when they touched Ling Yan's dress, and then he was relieved.

Ling Yan dressed up and walked out.

It turned out that even though he knew that he would die, Ling Yan would still go to Qiluan.

But he was no longer Ling.

Ling Yan had strayed from the trajectory of his life, and now, it was time to come back.

He is already on the same wrong path, too far.

Again, not anymore.

In his previous life, he had exhausted his life and was heading for death. Like a silly moth, it is destined to be stupid to put out a fire.

Burning wings, but also burning dreams.

Nothing is left.

Su Ying stood in front of the gate of the Fengtian Temple and did not enter again.

He heard the laughter of the guests, and saw the beautiful red flowers all over the house, only the lonely back, the figure walking towards the Qiluan, and the happy smile was written on his face.

Sure enough, Qingmo was not there.

Oh, yes...... How could he be in ......

Qi Luan smiled indifferently but sweetly, and pulled Ling Yan towards the main hall. I turned around, turned my back to the bustle, and slowly walked down the stairs of the main hall.

…… Three steps –

A crisp and loud slap was heard......

......, "Ling Yan, how dare you betray me?" ”……

…… Seven Steps –

The sound of drawing the sword lingered in my ears......

...... "Qiluan, do you hate me?" ”

…… Hearing this, Su Ying faintly understood that she had long known that as long as Qi Luan's character came back, she would definitely die, but she had never regretted it......

Thinking of this, Su Ying couldn't go any further.

Then came Qiluan's voice: "Hate me for falling in love with you!" ”

…… He said his hatred so easily, overthrowing all the love between him and himself.

…… Just because, Ling Yan was ......

…… Ling Yan's voice trembled, "Your Highness regrets it?" ”

It's not that Qiluan regrets it, it's that Ling Yan himself doubts...... What is the love between them built on?

"I regret that I didn't let you die sooner!"

Clear words, every word is clear, and it could not be clearer.

Su Ying tilted his head and smiled.

It's enough to hear this kind of thing once......

Really, enough is enough.

Qiluan, Ling Yan abandoned everything about himself, abandoned his fate, abandoned his hatred that he did not share, abandoned the ardent expectations of the scission that raised him, abandoned the opportunity to slash his enemies, abandoned the power he had in the world, abandoned the last person who cared about him and could be called a family, abandoned his reputation, abandoned his dignity, abandoned everything he had the ability to have, even if it was within reach...... In exchange, it's yours...... I never loved.

…… I never loved.

Ling Yan, I'm really not worth it for you.

What about me......

Su Ying thought in a trance.

Qiluan, do you love me?

Do you love me?