The green tendons erected on his pale hands, the blood in his palms dripped down his wrists, and the plain white robe was stained with red plums by the snow, but the young man still only faintly continued to increase his strength.

When the flesh and blood between the hands were blurred, the wrench was still not broken. The blood sank into the dust, and disappeared under the moonlight.

Xie Yuwan lowered his eyes lightly.

Something was going to grow out of his heart.

To probe through the house he had pushed open when he was six years old, through the snow that had covered the world for seven days and seven nights in the previous life, slowly, like the faint moon on the edge of the sky today, slowly, flesh and blood grew out in a blur.

He couldn't explain what he was doing these days, and she said he was just a 'shallow possession'. He also recognized this 'shallow possession' in his heart.

Isn't that 'shallow'? No one had ever told him that his 'shallowness' would be so deep.

He will be distressed, he will be angry, he will want to beg.

Is this ...... 'shallow possession'?

Looking at the blood in his hand, in a faint red, he seemed to remember something. But after a long time, he still didn't remember anything.

He just heard the sound of Buddha again.

The Buddha beads seemed to pass through his flesh and blood blurred palm, and the yellow wood beads rolled into pieces of red with the flesh and blood, and fell to the ground one by one, with a dull sound.

He raised his eyes faintly that day. The sound of the Buddha seems to forgive his sins, promising one Zen sentence after another - everything in the world has its proper trajectory.

The young man raised his eyes indifferently, but his eyes were red.

Perhaps, this is not a revelation.

It's a punishment.

*

The next day.

Tangtang took the written Buddhist scriptures and wondered why Mo Huai didn't come to look for her today. When she unconsciously walked to the door with the Buddhist scriptures, she couldn't help but touch her nose.

I'm really used to being urged on weekdays, but I haven't been urged today, and I'm not used to it.

It doesn't matter, she is also very 'skilled' to transcribe it. Even because she was thinking about yesterday's events, she didn't be lazy. When he arrived at the door, before he knocked on the door, Mo Huai had already walked out of it with a calm face.

Tangtang was stunned and handed over the Buddhist scripture in his hand. Seeing Mo Huai's silent face, she looked at the study: "What's wrong?" ”

Mo Huai didn't speak, but just accepted her Buddhist scriptures: "Childe doesn't want to see people these days. ”

"Nobody?" Tangerine muttered quietly.

Mo Huai shook his head silently: "No one is seen." ”

"What if the young lady comes looking for it?" Tangerine said even quieter.

“...... Probably not at all. Mo Huai looked at the study, with a hint of dullness in his eyes, it was difficult for him to describe the appearance of the right son. If you want to say, it's very similar...... The academy that time.

Even if the young son bent his spine and begged everyone, he could only save Tangerine's life and watched the elders send Tangtang away.

Since that time, Childe has changed.

Now, Mo Huai hung his head, thinking of yesterday in the mountains and forests. Childe stood under the moon for a long, long time, and the blood between his hands fell on the shadow reflected in the moonlight.

The wolves in the mountains seemed to have roared one after another because they smelled blood.

But whether it is him or Childe, there is no change in his expression.

There are indeed wolves in this mountain, and a few months ago, he caught one for his son, and the body of the guard who touched the young lady with his hand is gone. A month ago, after Gongzi learned of Yu Chen's plan, he ordered him to catch all the wolves in the mountains and imprison them together.

Gongzi didn't say, or even mention Yu Chen to him.

But how could he not understand, Childe was just afraid that when Miss eloped with Chen, the wolf in the mountains would collide with Miss.

Even though Childe never said it, he did it every time.

In the small courtyard in Jiangnan, when the young lady had not yet gone to Jiangnan, the son went to Jiangnan to buy it by himself. In fact, it's just a small courtyard, if the son wants it, it's just a letter.

But Gongzi didn't, but bought a boat and went down to Jiangnan.

He watched Gongzi learn how to grow flowers with the people of the palace, and his slender hands were full of dirt, but he still looked at the flowers in his hands seriously.

Learn to grow flowers, Childe learns quickly, but he is not surprised, compared to Childe since elementary school everything is very fast.

Except for lovers.

At that time, he was in Jiangnan, thinking about the flowers in the courtyard, the trees in the courtyard, why Gongzi suddenly gave birth to these properties, until he saw Miss Jiang San.

Childe always has a faint pair of eyes, but after saying goodbye to Jiang Yuying and Miss Jiang San that day, Childe has a smile in his eyes.

It's light, it's shallow, like summer snow.

How can there be snow in summer, but it is really similar, at that time, Mo Huai was thinking, maybe there is snow in Childe's summer.

Later, many things happened, and he stayed by Childe's side in silence. He looked at Childe's clumsy and even unconscious love, he was silent, never exceeding a point.

The only time I couldn't help it was when Gongzi tried his best for many days to save the Yu Chen family, because Miss Jiang San was silent at a word.

He didn't hold back, and even got angry.

He knew that in this silent entanglement, Miss Jiang San was not wrong, but remembering the blood that Gongzi vomited that day, he still said those words with a cold face.

He didn't dislike Miss Jiang San, but he was already able to foresee everything that would happen in the future. Therefore, when Gongzi asked him lightly, 'Is Jiangnan really better than Chang'an?', he calmly responded.

"The flowers that Childe planted in Jiangnan are very beautiful."

That day, Gongzi was silent for a long time and began to redeploy the people from Jiangnan and Chang'an. He knew that Childe had made a decision to let Miss Jiang San stay in Jiangnan as she wished.

And so he did.

He is a guard, he is different from the cicada and the orange candy, he will always be loyal to the childe.

Therefore, after returning to Chang'an, when Gongzi began to deploy the affairs of Jiangfu, he understood that Gongzi would also be entangled with Miss Jiang San in this life.

He began to say to himself that he was not Huai, and he also began to be loyal to Miss Jiang San.

He couldn't say it directly, he could only watch Childe struggle again and again, and Childe, who was bound by rules and etiquette at the age of six, struggled slowly and hard to grow love.

Mo Huai looked at the study.

With Childe's character, he actually can't tell if Childe realizes whether his love can be regarded as a good thing.

It's like snow in summer, but in the end it just becomes a puddle of water.

CHAPTER XLIII

After a sunny day, it rained again in Chang'an City.

Jiang Wu stayed quietly in her courtyard every day, seriously recalling the things about Shangyang in her previous life. The rice paper was written in a thick stack and carefully placed in a wooden box.

The rain was still falling, but it wasn't as heavy as it had been two days before. No one has come to trouble her these days, and she probably guessed that it was because of the prime minister's name as a 'student'.

If Jiang Yuying wasn't stupid, she wouldn't go directly to her grandmother like she did last time. Although Jiang Yuying talked to her for half a month, she estimated that Jiang Yuying would be able to do the things she explained in about a month.

In the memory, there was a sudden freeze in the memory, and Jiang Wu subconsciously bit the pen.

When I realized it, I had already bitten a shallow mark on the brush. Even though she was the only one in the room, and no one would see her childish behavior, she couldn't help but blush, and took a new brush from the side.

The inferior scent of ink lingered around her, but she didn't react much. But there was a place in the ledger that she couldn't remember, and she couldn't help but tap her fingers lightly, again and again, on the table.

The window was open, and a little rain drifted in, and Jiang Wu stared for a long time before continuing to write.

Before she knew it, it was dusk, and if it was a weekday, she pushed the door open, and the glow should shine in. In the past, when my aunt couldn't get out of bed because she was sick, she would always open the window in her aunt's room every dusk, so that this warm yellow would slowly reflect in, and also disperse the bitter smell of medicine in the room.

But it rained today, and naturally there was no sunshine.

She turned around and took another piece of candy and took a gentle bite. When the sweetness spreads in her mouth, she thinks about tomorrow slowly.

Probably my grandmother couldn't bear it anymore.

*

Prime Minister's house.

Tangerine Candy brought another day's Buddhist scriptures, and because of yesterday's events, she was even more serious when she copied the Buddhist scriptures. Well, after being serious, it's even more boring.

Tangtang was bored thinking, and was about to step forward and knock on the door, but was stopped by Mo Huai at the door.

"Childe still doesn't see anyone?" She was surprised, and then muttered: "Is it because the official business is too busy, so don't you need me to go in and study the ink, is the ink that others are used to?" ”

She asked many questions in a row, but Mo Huai couldn't answer any of them.

In the past two days, he has not seen his son.

Yesterday night, when there was no one around, he knocked on the door of the study. After a long time, a faint voice came from the study: "It's nothing." ”

Therefore he stayed at the door and did not go in.

Tangtang handed over the Buddhist scriptures in his hand, and Mo Huai looked at the Buddhist scriptures, with some silence in his eyes. He suddenly looked at Tangtang: "Why didn't you stay in Jiangnan at that time?" ”

Tangerine Candy, who was still puffing out her face, suddenly fell silent, and her hand holding the Buddhist scripture tightened, imprinting some marks on it. After a long time, he whispered, "I don't know." ”

Mo Huai looked at her quietly.

Tangtang pinched the Buddhist scriptures, and his voice was very soft: "I like Miss Jiang very much, from the first time I saw Miss Jiang." Sometimes I even think that I must have met Miss Jiang in my last life, and maybe it is not as simple as seeing it. Maybe I was also a maid in my last life, and I may have been with Miss Jiang all my life. ”

"Then why not stay?"

Tangtang was silent for a long time before he whispered, "Because that's the last life." ”

Mo Huai actually didn't understand it, but took the Buddhist scripture in Tangtang's hand: "You don't need to copy it in the future." ”

Tangtang was stunned: "Did Childe say that?" ”

Mo Huai looked at the Buddhist scriptures that were all serious today, and didn't say whether it was Gongzi who said it, but said calmly: "It's enough to copy these days." ”

A young man in an ink coat held a sword, and the Buddhist scriptures were collected in front of him.

Tangtang was stunned for a moment, and whispered, "Mo Huai, are you unhappy?" ”

Mo Huai shook his head: "I don't have joy or anger. ”

Tangtang pouted: "You are much more like a dark guard than the cicada." ”

Mo Huai didn't speak, he didn't say anything like this, the cold cicada shouldn't have been a secret guard back then. He just looked seriously at the girl in the orange and red dress in front of him, she was very much like a flower planted by Childe in Jiangnan, that day it was pouring rain, and when he moved the flower to the yard, the flower swayed with the wind.

Behind him, there was silence and dreary. This has been the case since a long time ago.