Mo Zhongqing was determined: "Yes." I have to leave. ”

"Okay, then you kill me. ”

"What?"

Seeing Mo Zhongqing's stunned face, Bai Suyi repeated lightly as if he was nothing: "If you kill me, you can leave." ”

"Why?"

"You're leaving me, and you don't care about giving me an extra knife, so you still need to ask why? In your mind, I'm just an illusion, do it, what are you waiting for? ”

Seeing that Bai Suyi said coldly, he immediately closed his eyes and waited for death, but Mo Zhongqing's heart swelled with helplessness and indignation.

Didn't she openly mess around and pestered each other to the death? Did she think I wouldn't dare? Anyway, she was a fake! She had also deceived herself for so many years!

Mo Zhongqing hastily collected his mind, hurriedly walked towards Bai Suyi, untied the sword at his waist, raised a sword high and slashed it, but the next moment the tip of the sword slid over Bai Suyi's right shoulder and was firmly embedded in the soil.

"Why, don't you dare? Why don't you dare, why don't you dare!"

Faced with Bai Suyi's angry questioning, Mo Zhongqing could only remain silent.

Yes, he didn't dare.

At this moment, the past of 18 years seems to explode suddenly in my mind, everything is warm and sweet, and the picture of each other is as vivid as a marquee, even though he knows that this woman is not Bai Suyi, even if he knows that this is not reality, but he still can't, unwilling, and dare not do this!

People are not plants and trees, who can be ruthless?

......

He Mo Zhongqing can be criticized as an "indecisive" coward, but he must not be a person who is unkind and unlucky.

"You've won!"

Mo Zhongqing sighed deeply, and walked straight past Bai Suyi towards the wooden house in the valley, his back looking gloomy and lonely.

After a while, Mo Zhongqing no longer said a word to Bai Suyi, he locked himself in the wooden house, kept silent all day, and waited for the good years to pass away alone, day after day, and finally became ill.

After several years like this, Mo Zhongqing's life is already in his last years and is about to be extinguished.

On this day, he lay on the couch as usual, his cheeks sunken and withered, and his eyes stared vacantly at the zenith, not knowing what he was thinking.

At this time, the wooden door creaked and was pushed open from outside, and Mo Zhongqing didn't need to turn his head to see that Bai Suyi came to see him again.

Today, Bai Suyi is dressed very ceremoniously, embroidered with blue and white on a three-winding curl robe, this stitch and thread are sewn by herself, embroidered for half a year as if it is today.

When she saw Mo Zhongqing, who was about to die on the couch, she touched her unchanged face again, sighed lightly in her heart, and turned her face to call: "Husband." ”

Mo Zhongqing ignored her, and even simply closed his eyes.

"Zhongqing, are you still unwilling to say the first half of a sentence to me?"

Mo Zhongqing barely opened his eyes, and said in a hoarse voice like rusty clockwork: "I'm dying, what are you still doing......?"

Seeing that Mo Zhongqing was coughing badly, Bai Suyi didn't do anything, but smiled disapplausively: "I once said that I would accompany you to death." ”

Mo Zhongqing seemed indifferent when he heard this, and now these words have no matter what the purpose is, they have not made any waves in his heart.

Bai Suyi stretched out his hand and stroked Mo Zhongqing's already withered face, and said lightly: "This is not the case, if you are happy, you will not have such a short life, and I can accompany you for more time." ”

Mo Zhongqing didn't answer, what he hated most in his life was deception, and this deception was eighteen years, so why did she dare to use such a reasonable tone to ask others to continue to accept deception happily?

Bai Suyi said to herself: "I shouldn't have told you the truth, I could have lied to you for a long time." I even think I can replace all and give you joy. But it wasn't until that day later that I realized I was so wrong. If you come again, I promise to accompany you to those pure lands and ring them down. ”

Mo Zhongqing reluctantly smiled with his nose, he really didn't have anything to say to the unrepentant.

"Why didn't you speak again? Do you hate me so much?"

Mo Zhongqing's breath is getting weaker and weaker, and anyone can see that he is on the verge of running out of oil at this moment.

Bai Suyi didn't see it, his face looked calm and calm, and he even tied his hair in a bun, thought about the words he had been thinking about all night, and slowly spoke: "Do you know? I was here alone for a long, long time, so long that I forgot my original face, so I used the face of the woman in your mind to see you, so you should really hate me." ”

Seeing that Mo Zhongqing's lips moved slightly, as if he wanted to say something more, but he was no longer able to spit out half a word, Bai Suyi laughed, and suddenly said, "Husband, can you open your eyes and look at me again?" ”

Mo Zhongqing listened to the sound nearby, it seemed to be far away in the world, and his consciousness began to blur.

He knew that he was dying, and he was finally about to be freed, so he planned to open his eyes to see, and fulfill her trivial wish before he died, but he found that even the simple act of opening his eyelids became extremely laborious, and he never thought that the light eyelids could be so heavy.

Bai Suyi waited and waited, and saw that his eyes moved but were still closed, so he had to wipe the tears from the corners of his eyes, and said with a smile: "Okay, there is not much time, since I can't give my husband happiness alone, I will return my husband to them." ”

What did she mean by this, and what other intentions did she have? What else could she deceive as a dying man?

In a trance, Mo Zhongqing suddenly felt a heat on his face, as if a drop of tears was shed, but at this moment, three or five drops of "clear tears" splashed between his eyebrows one after another, and the corners of his mouth suddenly filled the entire nasal cavity with a fishy sweet breath that became heavier and heavier.

Mo Zhongqing's heart shrank suddenly, and he didn't know where the strength came from, and he opened his eyes suddenly, and suddenly saw that the white clothes next to the couch had stabbed a bright dagger into the atrium.

"You!cough, cough... You..."

Mo Zhongqing was so angry that he couldn't speak, his ten fingers trembled violently as if he was about to lift it up, but what could a patient who was still breathing say or do?

He could only watch Bai Suyi push the dagger into his heart inch by inch, and how much courage and determination did it take to die?

Why would she do it!

Mo Zhongqing's breathing began to be short, but he suddenly noticed that his lungs, which were originally like dilapidated bellows, suddenly became much smoother, as if he suddenly had vitality.

What surprised him even more was that the bedding and clothes covering his body, as well as the surrounding houses and even Bai Suyi, began to emit points of light, as if they could fall apart anytime and anywhere.

Seeing this, Mo Zhongqing instinctively thought of something, and his face couldn't help but change color, but he still didn't give up and said, "You, what are you doing here?"

Bai Suyi smiled sadly, "Didn't I say that I would accompany my husband to death?

Mo Zhongqing understood, completely understood, he had always thought that this was nonsense!

But why is she, why not explain!

At this moment, Mo Zhongqing felt as if his heart had been punched by life! And the dagger seemed to be pierced into his heart at the same time!

At this time, time seemed to be really turning back at this moment, it was the lungs that were rejuvenated before, and now Mo Zhongqing sat up all of a sudden without knowing where he got the strength, and he didn't have time to look at the inch of skin on his arm that began to regain its lustre, and he just wanted to embrace the person in front of him into his arms.

But who would have thought that the white plain clothes in his arms only stayed for less than half a breath, and then scattered like a dandelion, fluttering into the void, that little bit of light was as tiny as a firefly, transparent, and fragile.

"No!"

Mo Zhongqing's shout was short and panicked.

He grabbed at the light, unaware that everything around him was gone, leaving him with deathly darkness.

And in such a dark curtain, the sparse points of light seem to be no match for the devouring darkness, and they have disappeared into invisibility.

The more he looked at it, the more anxious he became, and finally when the last ray of light disappeared, he carefully closed it into his palm.

Mo Zhongqing eased his mind and breathed a long sigh of relief, at this moment his whole mind was in his palms, and he didn't feel that he had returned to the appearance of his youth.

He opened his hands carefully, and saw the faint yellow dot swaying in his palms, and then saw that the yellow dot gradually became larger and whiter, and in an instant, it covered the black curtain, and Mo Zhongqing fainted in a dazzling halo.

Everyone's circumstances are always changed in subtle ways, which is like the gap between Mo Zhongqing and his junior sister one in the garden and the other outside the garden.

When Mo Zhongqing woke up, he found that he was already lying on the couch of a fine house.

And on his right is the little junior sister Mo Wanxi who sleeps on the bed, touching her face sleeping soundly with dimples, Mo Zhongqing is like hearing from a different world.

Are you finally back? I know it's an illusion, but why is my heart still like a knife?

Mo Zhongqing sighed lightly, carefully restrained the many complicated feelings in his heart, and then moved his right hand slightly to get up, and suddenly felt that he was holding something in his hand.

Quietly straightened up, and looked at it to see that it was a picture scroll in his hand.

The scroll was pinched so tightly that there were many wrinkles on the surface that should not have been.

Mo Zhongqing's heart moved, and he handed it to his eyes, but he was about to unfold it, but he found that the folds on his face were miraculously smoothed back with his fingers loosening, just like the original.

This made Mo Zhongqing a little surprised, and his fingers subconsciously rubbed the back of the jade white.

After a while, I found that the texture of the scroll was neither rice paper nor sheepskin, but it felt non-gold and non-jade but had a smooth texture as soft as fat, which made Mo Zhongqing wonder a little, and secretly wondered: "Could it be that this is a picture scroll made of human skin?"

Mo Zhongqing was taken aback by his sudden thought.

At that moment, he made up his mind, slowly unfolded the scroll, and when he opened the half-zhang long scroll, his eyes were also fixed on the scroll, and he could no longer move his duty.

The edges of this scroll are surrounded by clouds and mist, and other scenes seem to be hidden in the clouds but cannot be seen, but the distance of more than half a foot in the center clearly depicts a beautiful scene of the empty valley in thick ink and color.

Mo Zhongqing naturally recognized that this was the Valley of Hundred Flowers, and even recognized that one of the large and small wooden houses with hidden spacing was where he had lived, and there was also a hundred herb gardens cultivated by himself, a bench that he often sat on, and a commonly used one, looking at the incomparably familiar scene in the painting, the previous past was vivid, and suddenly he dreamed back to the original in an instant.

It's just that there are two people missing from this painting, one is himself, who is now holding this scroll, and the other is that the woman in the painting does not know where her soul goes.

"I, is this a human being in two lives?"

After a while, Mo Zhongqing settled down, and just wanted to put away the scroll and stop looking at her, but found that at some point, Mo Wanxi's eyes widened, and the first sentence of looking at the scroll was: "You finally woke up?" and then said: "Are you willing to open this scroll?" ”

Mo Zhongqing thought heavily and said, "Senior sister is saying that I have been holding it when I was unconscious?"

Mo Wanxi yawned, stretched, and said lazily: "Yes, why is there nothing painted in it?" ”

Mo Zhongqing frowned, looked at the scene in the painting in front of him, and then looked at Mo Wanxi's expression that didn't seem to be joking, and suddenly had a hint of realization in his heart, and he didn't say anything about it: "Senior sister, do you know where this scroll came from, or where did you find me?"

He crumbled at his words, for he didn't know where he had started and had entered the picture completely.

Mo Wanxi heard him ask like this, her eyes widened, and she suddenly sighed and said: "It seems that you are really as Master Kui and Senior Brother Seli said that day, do you know that the hall where you fainted is the Setai Hall in the wine-colored wealth, and the beams in the hall are full of all kinds of pictures, most of which are beautiful women." And you fainted at the door of the main hall at that time, as for this picture scroll, I thought that some kind of stunning woman actually hooked the soul of the third senior brother, but what did you think, which thought that it was a blank picture..."

Mo Wanxi's words were ridiculous and pretended to be relaxed, but when his eyes wandered, he obviously thought about something terrible, and finally his cheeks were blushing, and his tone was already weak.