"Senior brother, you still haven't changed. ”

Some people get nervous, in order not to let others find out, they always like to cover up, Xu Sanjin is like this, he smiles when he is nervous, he likes to annoy people and make people angry. And some people who are nervous like to talk, and as soon as the words are spoken, it seems that the tension is gone. However, when he said it, he also exposed his weaknesses to his opponents.

Ouyang Wuji has no weaknesses, just like his incomparable figure and exquisite face, when people see him, they will only expose their shortcomings to him, and he always smiles faintly, this smile has taken away many people's lives.

Xu Sanjin returned to his residence, he kept wiping his sweat, yes, he was too nervous, he felt that all the strength of his body was taken away, he fell on the bed at once, so tired, although he was a junior brother who had lived together for many years, but he was an out-and-out chess demon, and he didn't know what happened to Gongsun Wuregret, this time it was not light for him.

Maybe people can only get hope in despair, or maybe they can only fall in despair, people rarely push themselves into a desperate situation, and they are not willing to let themselves into danger, but this time, everyone, is in danger, there is a game of chess, it is all dangerous chess.

"Snoring, purring" after a while, Xu Sanjin fell asleep, he has an advantage, that is, he can't think through or is difficult to think about things never think, what should come will always come, we guess the right to start, but may not be able to see through the ending, guess the ending, but don't expect the beginning, even if the beginning, the ending is right, is it what he wants?

Ouyang Wuji, he stood on the opposite side of the wall, there was a painting on the wall, and there was also a painting in his heart, at this time, there was no coldness in the corners of his eyes, and there was a lot less grace in his demeanor, because there was no one else in the room, only himself, he didn't need to disguise, he didn't need to make people cold, he was a person, yes, just a person. He looked at the woman in the painting affectionately, the woman in the painting played the piano on the grass, her expression was calm and leisurely, she was not a country and a city, but there was a trace of elegance in her gestures, she was stroking the piano, who was she playing to?

"Xiaowen, are you okay?" After a long time, Ouyang said such a sentence. Xiaowen, but Xiaowen in Xu Sanjin's mouth? Who is Xiaowen? She is the woman in the painting? What does she have to do with Ouyang Wuji and Xu Sanjin

"Perhaps, everything will be over tomorrow. There will be someone to accompany you, so that you will not feel alone. “

When Ouyang left the room, it was already dark, and the night was like a conspiracy, slowly enveloping the day, making people feel that the night was coming.

This night is destined to be sleepless. Everyone has a little concern in their hearts, can the night reveal the truth hidden in their hearts? The cuckoo's voice passed through his ears several times, and from time to time the sound came from time to time, and the night slowly deepened.

Gongsun has no regrets and can't sleep. He has come to his senses, what Xu Sanjin said is right and not right. That's right, it makes him understand that he has been at a loss and impulsive sometimes over the years, and he should sober up, what he said is not right, it is the purpose of this chess game, Xu Sanjin deliberately confused, it was to save him, but why did Ouyang Wuji let me go? Could he also be confused? The gentleman is good at thinking, but he is not good at finding answers.

Ouyang Wuji couldn't sleep, no, he didn't sleep at all, he was stroking the qin, yes, stroking the qin. The tea boy and chess boy beside him yawned.

"Stand down"

"Yes, sir, sir?"

"I'll rest in a moment"

There was no one else in the house except him, only the cold wind, the bright moon, and an unburned agarwood, a good mood, and there was no such mood for a long time. When the interest comes, why not simply keep this beautiful memory?

So, no one saw a person walk into the square pavilion, a moment, the sound of the piano started, the faint sound of the piano floated out, intermittent, there was sadness, there was longing, there was anger, the sound of the piano gradually rose, because the hands of the piano were speeding up the provocative action, his mood could not be calmed, although he usually seemed so calm and elegant, the sound of the piano became louder and louder, his anger became deeper and deeper, this sound seemed to annihilate everything, everything was destroyed, no one should notice this, but there were so many coincidences in the world, two people heard it.

Xu Sanjin heard it, he should be asleep, he was extremely tired, and he fell asleep when he returned to his residence. But a person who sleeps does not mean that he has been asleep for a long time, and at the end of the night, he wakes up.

He asked for a dinner, also had a supper, and walked around in the Flying Dragon Castle, the strange thing is that he can come and go freely in the place where not even a fly can fly in, not how good his martial arts are, but someone ordered him to be unimpeded in the Flying Dragon Castle, and when Fa Fu's figure was a little tired, he suddenly heard a babbling sound, as if someone was crying, and it seemed that someone was laughing. He walked curiously towards the source of the sound, but found that the sound of the piano became more and more urgent, full of more and more power, and finally, he saw his junior brother stroking the qin.

"Bang" may be because the force is too strong, or maybe the number of times you play is too much, and the string is broken.

"Alas," both of them sighed at the same time.

"You're here. Ouyang Wuji didn't seem surprised by Xu Sanjin's arrival, it seemed that all this was expected.

"What a good tune, it's a pity...."

"What's the pity?"

"It's a pity that it's a bit out of place. ”

"Oh"

"Breeze and bright moon, since the junior brother is so elegant in the pavilion to play the qin, have you ever thought that the song you want to play is so sad and angry, so hurtful to others and hurt yourself?"

"It's a good breeze and a bright moon, the night is coming, some people touch the piano and some people listen to it, it's a good song, even if it's out of time?"

"It's been ten years, and you still can't let it go?"

"Put down what?" Ouyang Wuji sneered.

"Let go of Xiaowen, let go of misunderstandings, let go of hatred, and let go of yourself. ”

"Down....good, good, good...."Ouyang suddenly laughed, his laughter was so crazy and so harsh, "Down, put down, can you put it down?" he said.

Before Xu Sanjin could speak, he shouted again: "Ten years, ten years, I don't care about the master's expectations of me, I don't care that I'm a chess demon, and I don't care what the people in the world think of me, but the woman I care about the most dies because of you, because of you, and all the people in the world." In ten years, I have not shed a tear, and I swear that the tears of this life have been shed. I won't cry, hahaha, I'm going to make you cry, the world is responsible for me, I'm going to add it a hundredfold, hahahaha..."

"Senior brother, Xiaowen's death is a ......"

"Shut up, you don't deserve to mention Xiaowen, you don't deserve to mention, Xiaowen is my woman, what do you want to say, is it a misunderstanding? Is it an accident? I only know, Xiaowen is dead, she is dead, she will never come back to life, hahaha," There was another burst of shrill laughter, Ouyang Wuji looked up to the sky and laughed, he was afraid, he was afraid that tears would fall, it had been ten years, for the first time he wanted to cry so much, but he repeatedly told himself that he couldn't cry, especially not in front of him...

For a moment, the night sky was so silent, as if nothing had happened just now, the sound of the piano, the louder, the roar seemed to have never been, time was so wonderful, recording every sentence said, but I couldn't always remember the specific sentence, like a careless child, always clumsily messing up everything.

"Senior brother, do you remember that day thirteen years ago?"

"Forgot"

"I remember that kind of night, you, me, Xiaowen are also facing this breeze and bright moon, Xiaowen strokes the qin, you improvise a sword dance, I blow Xiao, I am not a chess fairy at that time, you are not a chess demon, the master sits on the riverside fishing..."

Xu Sanjin paused, and found that Ouyang Wuji's mood had stabilized a little.

"That night, we don't remember how long we stayed together, our tacit understanding is no less than that of the child boya, I can't forget, I can't forget Xiaowen's piano sound, I can't forget the ambition contained in your sword, I only know that that night, belongs to us..."

He glanced at Ouyang Wuji and found that his fingertips were trembling.

"But, look at you now, is this your ambition to enter the Chess Valley in the first place? Is this my junior brother who has been with me for more than ten years day and night? You are like this now, will Xiaowen be happy if you know it? No matter how many grievances you have suffered, you should not blame the world, since we are in this troubled world, if we can't help ourselves in the first half of our lives, then let us use the second half of our lives to change him...."

"Shut up, you stop talking" Ouyang Wuji's whole body trembled. "Xiaowen, haha, hahaha. He was looking up to the sky and laughing.

"You also deserve to mention her, in vain for me and Xiaowen to trust you so much, but she died next to you, it was you who watched her die, it was you, you executioners. I, Ouyang Wuji, swears that I want revenge. It's been ten years, and there hasn't been a day when my heart hasn't dripping blood, I can't forget, I can't forget the last time I saw her, hahaha..."

Ouyang Wuji walked away with his laughter, and also left with this painful memory. The only ones left were Broken Qin and Xu Sanjin.

If the piano is broken? If the strings are connected, will it still be the original piano? Will it still be able to play the state of mind and spaciousness before it is broken? Will there still be the original deep feelings?

"Alas. Xu Sanjin had no choice but to sigh and leave suddenly. At this time, he could only sigh, he would not be as angry as Gongsun Wuregret, let alone laugh like Ouyang Wuji, and as helpless as Xiaowen...

"Am I wrong? Maybe I should have died ten years ago. In this way, my junior brother will not hate me like that, there will be no chess demon, and Xiaowen should not die. Xu Sanjin thought in his heart, his figure disappeared into this night, deep darkness, who can see the color of this night? Only when the dawn breaks, because the night will no longer exist......

"City Lord, they have already left"

"Okay, step down" This is another person who has not slept, he is the city lord of Feilong Castle, and he also took him in when Ouyang Wuji had nowhere to go, his name is Ji Rufeng.

As his name suggests, he is a vigorous and resolute person, some people like to wait, and he just doesn't like it, no, it should be hateful, he thinks that waiting is a waste of life, he was not originally called Ji Rufeng, no one knows his original name, he doesn't like others to understand his past, he only took ten years, he developed the poor and backward border town into the largest city in the Central Plains, and the original Yongle Village was firmly stepped on under his feet, named Feilong Fort.

A good man should ride the wind and waves, like a dragon soaring to the shallow bottom, soaring into the sky. This may be Ji Rufeng's ambition. He has no vague meaning about his ambitions. The eldest husband should be like Kunpeng, soaring tens of thousands of miles, and the eldest husband was born in the world and should become the hero of the world.

At this time, he closed the file in front of him, and naturally, it was already late at night. "It's time to rest. After a busy day, he picked up the sword beside him, and he had a habit that whenever he was, his sword would always be by his side, even if it was to face the saint. Because this sword was given by the emperor himself, he was remembered for his merit in calming the trouble, which also represents the dignity and honor of this sword.

You say that tomorrow the sun will rise as usual, and tomorrow everything will be the same as yesterday. But tomorrow, how much hope do we have? Do we sigh for tomorrow and remember today's sorrows? Ji Rufeng's back seems to give us the answer. He doesn't like to talk, he thinks it's a waste of time to say things that aren't necessary, he doesn't like it, he doesn't like it very much when someone is wasting his time.

With lovers, time always feels short, time always feels like a white horse passing by, when tortured, every minute and second is so difficult, it is so long, as if time has stopped, in fact, time has not changed, like the pulse of the heart has never stopped, every minute and second is running according to its trajectory, never stopped, and has not stopped for anyone.

Late at night, it will eventually disappear when the sky is getting white, whether it is crying, laughing, hating, or loving, this day is a new beginning, because every day is a beginning.