"What time is it?"

"It's noon. ”

Ling Jiang looked at the dazzling sunlight outside the window, and subconsciously covered his eyelids with his hands, the upper part of his hand had begun to heal, but there was still a slight pain.

"You're really dead. Chang Sheng, who was guarding on the side, said seriously: "If you are found two minutes late, even the best doctor in Chang'an will not be able to save you." ”

Ling Jiang couldn't help but be stunned, he had been changed into a brand new and clean Confucian robe, and the scars exposed outside had disappeared inexplicably, leaving only a faint sense of severe pain. His face was pale, like a victim who had just walked around the ghost gate, and it was a great blessing to be able to come back alive.

"It's a sake priest. Sensing Ling Jiang's doubts, Chang Sheng explained on the side: "Lord Sacrificial Wine has spoken, and I will use the best healing medicine in the Guozijian inventory to treat you, so you will not leave a single scar on your body." ”

"Lord Sacrificial Wine...... Ling Jiang's expression was a little dazed, he began to get out of bed and walked a few steps awkwardly.

Seeing this, Chang Sheng wanted to step forward to help him, "Your injury has not healed yet, it is better not to get out of bed and walk around, if you need anything, just tell me." ”

Ling Jiang shook his head, his pale and bloodless face showed a reluctant smile at Chang Sheng, and he continued to walk out of the room with shaky steps. The sun is very warm on the body, maybe the sky is clear after the rain, and the sky is rarely washed through and bright.

Chang Sheng chased him out, and was about to go up and stop Ling Jiang, but Yi Changyuan's voice came from behind him: "Let him go, no one will dare to touch him in Chang'an today." ”

Chang Sheng subconsciously looked back, and he could see that Yi Changyuan's eyes were full of worry.

Ling Jiang hardly knew how he got out of the Guozijian, like a beggar who had lost his soul, walking step by step.

Standing in front of the gate of Guozijian, looking at the pedestrians, he suddenly felt that he was just like them, small and small to survive under this nearby city, which is an endless reincarnation.

"The fact that I can survive from his hands shows that the strength of that person is only Mie Mountain, not him. Ling Jiang thought back to the assassination in the rain this morning, and thought to himself.

That is to say, there is not only one enemy he has provoked in Chang'an.

There is also more than one person who can kill him in Chang'an.

No one knows if he will be able to see the sun tomorrow, and whether tomorrow next year will be a special day.

He began to follow his vague memory back, and his eyes were as if he had seen the heavy rain this morning, and the scarred boy was walking through the rain. The heavy rain washed away the blood stains he had left when he came, but despite this, there was still a faint Yin Hong on the ground.

In this huge Chang'an city, he could die at any time.

No one cares about a person's death.

Just because in this Chang'an, some people's lives are not worth much.

But in the world, people die every day.

I don't know if it's an illusion, since stepping into Anxingfang, Ling Jiang always felt that the eyes of passers-by were involuntarily projecting towards him, and everyone was deliberately avoiding it, and his mouth seemed to be whispering something.

The plague god, the plague star.

Maybe it's these two words, or something else, or maybe the teenager just misheard.

It was only a day before I moved into Anxingfang, and I poked out this kind of moth, at least in the last few days, the morning light has not appeared, and Anxingfang will be a scene where everyone is closed.

Yu Linlang opened the door of his former residence through a gap, as if he was deliberately leaving the door for someone.

Stepping into the courtyard, it seemed that someone was whispering, chanting.

"Return safely...... Returning safely ......"

Under the pear tree, the girl crossed her fingers, clasped her chest, and prayed to the little new green on the branches.

The young man looked at the scene in front of him, and his eyes were wet with arrows that broke through the air for a moment. A soft sob, interrupting the girl's prayer. She turned in shock, and the two stood staring at each other.

"Ya'er......" the young man's trembling words softly called her name.

"Childe!" In just a few feet of road, Ya'er felt like a long night, and every step forward had to cross the long river of time.

It was Childe, the familiar smell, the familiar embrace, the girl was in front of his chest again, crying.

"Childe, it's really good that you're okay. Ya'er cried and said, "Childe, let's not go to the country, let's go back to Pinghai, Ya'er only hopes that Gongzi you can be safe." ”

"Ya'er. Ling Jiang took a deep breath and said with a chuckle, "You know what? ”

The young man looked up at the sky, and the gray cloud curtain was quietly surging towards Chang'an, and he said the question that had been bothering him for a long time: "Who am I living for?"

"When I was in Pinghai Town, Uncle Nine once told me that if I wanted to live, I had to come to Chang'an. In the school, Mr. Su also told me that the answer I wanted was about Chang'an. Along the way, I have been wondering, do I really want to come to Chang'an, or am I just forced to come to Chang'an? And now, Chang'an is at my feet, why do I feel that it is so unreal, and it is not at all the same as the imaginary Chang'an. ”

"It's like saying a very stupid thing, it's not the Chang'an I want!"

"Childe ......" Ya'er raised her head and looked at the young man's blank face with teary eyes, as if she had experienced the wind, frost, snow and rain of the world.

"You say, is Chang'an really not suitable for me?" Ling Jiang smiled sarcastically, "What is the purpose of my life? Is it just to follow Uncle Jiu's last words? Or is it to find something that does not belong to me in the first place? After walking such a long way, I will not have nightmares every night, I dream of those people and things in Pinghai Town, they are like ghosts, holding my throat to death." It's like telling me again, if I don't come to Chang'an, I will die. ”

"And when I came to Chang'an, I will still die. ”

"No!" Ya'er shook her head hurriedly, and she cried out with all her might, "No...... Son, don't think about whether it's good or not, you won't die, you will live well, you still have to marry a daughter-in-law in Chang'an, and you have to be admitted to the ......."

"Ya'er!" Ling Jiang said in a serious tone, "You go back, it's good for Chang'an to leave me alone." I'm just a waste boy, you don't have to stay by my side and serve me for the rest of your life, you can find a good man, marry him, and live a happy life. But you have to remember, don't marry a scholar. ”

Hearing Ling Jiang's words, Ya'er was extremely frightened, and said cautiously: "Childe, don't you think about it...... You can, live for yourself. ”

"For myself?" Ling Jiang sneered, "Do you remember the day I woke up with amnesia? This world is a strange place for me, and I shouldn't belong here." If I had died in Pinghai Town at that time, there would have been no misfortune along the way, right?"

"Childe, please don't do this. Ya'er bit her red lip hard, as if she had made a decision, "Just think of it, for Ya'er!"

The young man shuddered violently, as if someone had been enlightened, and the cold spring water poured into his whole body from the tiny gap above his head.

Ya'er said with red eyes: "Although I know that this is very excessive, although Ya'er is just a maid of Gongzi, but Childe, Ya'er can't live without you." ”

As she spoke, her hands clasped the boy's waist harder, as if she would lose everything once she let go.

She has nothing to lose.

I don't know when she got used to this kind of day. watched him fall asleep, watched him eat without a single expression, and quietly waited for him to return.

Ya'er also knew that one day she would probably never be able to wait for the person she wanted to wait for, and she would never see that kind face again, so she prayed every day, hoping that that day would not come too early.

Later.

A little later.

In this way, time passed slowly, and a hundred years passed in the world.

They are still vaguely the same as they were back then, in that ordinary and dilapidated thatched house, watching the sun rise and the moon, listening to the tide sending and falling, the cold coming and the summer, and the mountains and rivers going into dusk.

The fireworks in the world are long.