After being homeless, he was picked up by God and brought home to be his husband.

After staying in the East China Sea for three days, Lan Yu wanted to take Chu Yitang back to Guwu Mountain yesterday, but after coming out of there yesterday, Chu Yitang showed a rare look of fatigue. Lan Yu thought that the experience last night had tired him. I deliberately postponed my return to Beijing for one day.

Lan Yu had official duties this morning, so he had breakfast with Chu Yitang. He cooked the porridge himself, and it was Chu Yitang's favorite lotus seed porridge. He liked it sweet, so Lan Yu cut open the lotus seeds one by one and took out the lotus seeds. After putting it in the pot, Chu Yitang ate most of the bowl obediently. His face was still not very good, but he looked a little stronger than yesterday.

"If Ah Tang is sleepy, just fall asleep and wait for me to come back, okay?"

Lan Yu was still reluctant before going out, but Shang Yao urged him again and again at the door. His eyes almost rolled to the back of his head. Chu Yitang tied the belt around his waist, kissed his face again, and coaxed him. :

"I'll go back in the afternoon, darling, I'll be waiting for you."

After returning from the sea of ​​clouds, Chu Yitang couldn't sleep well at night. He tossed and turned, broke out in cold sweats, frowned, and talked in sleep from time to time. Lan Yu didn't sleep much all night. He hugged him and coaxed him, and finally fell asleep until dawn. For more than an hour.

Chu Yitang stayed in the room feeling depressed. He always felt uncomfortable in his heart. When he opened the window, he pricked his finger by a wooden thorn that came out of nowhere. Chu Yitang frowned and stared at the bright red blood droplet overflowing from his fingertip. It doesn't hurt too much, but it makes me feel inexplicably annoyed.

Holding a handkerchief and pressing his fingers, Chu Yitang pushed the door open and walked out of the room, wanting to get some air in the yard. This yard was elegant. There were several pear trees with staggered branches of different heights planted under the wall on the left. Occasionally, a snow-white petal curled up. After taking a step, Chu Yitang sat down at the table. His handkerchief was soaked with blood and left small traces, and he couldn't stop it.

With a severe headache, Chu Yitang propped up his forehead and rubbed the center of his eyebrows with one hand. Just as a maid came to deliver tea outside the courtyard gate, he saw Chu Yitang in the courtyard. The maid held a tray, stepped forward softly, and said respectfully: "Immortal Lord, please use it." Tea."

Chu Yitang was so annoyed that he didn't pay attention. He only raised his hand and closed his eyes to rest.

The pear blossoms were flying, and the gravel ground was blown all white. Chu Yitang closed his eyes, but he didn't wait for a long time for the light knock of the tea cup on the table. The silence around him was so terrifying, all the sounds were swept away, and when the fish swam, The water ripples and the soft sound of branches and leaves rubbing against each other disappeared in just an instant.

and many more!

Chu Yitang only opened his eyes for a moment, but at that moment he was frozen in place. In front of him was the boundless thick darkness. He was in it, but he couldn't move at all. He was locked here tightly, and there was deathly silence around him. , so quiet that only his own heartbeat remained.

His heart seemed to be tightly squeezed, even Chu Yitang's breathing was stopped, his back was stiff, and the silent panic was all-pervasive, slowly crawling up every part of his body, burrowing into his limbs and bones, greedily sucking up blood until he died. Death place.

A bit of bone-chilling chill covered the back of his neck, like a cold and smooth snake swimming on the skin, spitting out scarlet snakes, and the scales were glowing with a cold light. Chu Yitang could not turn around to look. He was imprisoned here. I can't even move my fingertips.

Chu Yitang's face was pale, and a string that had been tight in his mind was being amplified at this time. He had forgotten it for too long. Chu Yitang had almost forgotten what it felt like to be restrained by that string, but now his lifeline was tied up by this string. It was tightly suppressed until it amplified to a certain point, and the chill all over my body suddenly burst out, like a flood of river water, washing away everything in an instant.

Chu Yitang tried his best to steady his mind. He bit his lip and comforted himself with the pain that was hard to ignore. He kept repeating, no, it won't be like this, and it can never be like this.

The fishy sweetness flowed into the corner of his mouth, and dripped down his chin and onto his robe. With a click, a scarlet blood flower bloomed. Chu Yitang couldn't see what was in front of him. He couldn't see anything. He was trapped in the darkness, and his senses became dull. More and more keen.

The exposed back of the neck was unprotected, like a bright white orchid. As the last drop of blood fell, a pale hand suddenly covered the fragile neck bone. It was so white that there was no blood, not even the blood floating under the skin. The blood vessels are clearly visible, and the knuckles are long, bony, and extremely sharp. With just a little force, they can pierce the throat and crush the flesh and blood in their hands.

A piece of black gold clothing passed through the corner of his eye, and the coldness in his ears got closer and closer, sticking to Chu Yitang's temples, only an inch away from him. His lips were also pale. He was obviously talking, but he couldn't feel even a little bit of warmth. .

The man came close to him and insatiably sniffed the light fragrance on his body. His voice was full of tenderness, but it was stickier than the poisoned arrow feathers. It brushed against his neck and was so cold that it penetrated the bones.

"Brother, I miss you so much."

"I haven't seen you for a long, long, long time. Brother, do you miss me?"

All fantasies, all luck, were crushed to pieces after hearing this voice. Disgust, hatred, and hatred were all ripped out from the bottom of my heart. They grew too fast, and they were an incurable poison. But during the attack, he was trapped alive and could only let the poison attack, and life was worse than death.

Chu Yitang stiffened his fingers, and wiped his lips with cold fingertips, wiping away the blood. The man knelt down in front of his knees and pillowed his knees very affectionately. His black hair rubbed against him, like a child seeking shelter. beast.

At this point, Chu Yitang could really see his face clearly.

This face was very unfamiliar, even ordinary, but Chu Yitang would never forget those eyes until his death. The purple pupils would always contain a thin, cruel smile.

Just like back then, he was sitting on a high chair, surrounded by servants and maids, tapping his fingers carelessly, as if watching a play. There was a whole pool of blood in the snow, glaring bright red, like a deep pool of blood. In the red pool water, the woman's body was lying on the ground in an extremely weird and twisted posture, with her neck crooked and her body naked, lying like that in the heavy snow.

It was too late when he arrived. He staggered on his knees in the snow. He tried his best to push away the crowd, trying to win over the slim hope, but he pressed something soft under his hand. Chu Yitang froze. , he looked around blankly, his eyes were blood red, he opened his lips weakly, and held up the puddle of white.

The moment he shook it off, he collapsed.

It was human skin, a human face.

It is the face of a beautiful woman.

That face is extremely familiar, a familiarity that accompanies him day and night and is connected by blood.

He raised his head and held the human skin in his arms. His teeth could not stop trembling and he had a splitting headache. In the airless crowd around him, he saw several people with loose clothes and lewd smiles on their faces. Guards.

It was all like an extremely absurd dream. Those people turned into ghosts with teeth and claws, their mouths were wide open, they had eaten his mother-in-law, and they wanted to eat him.

The most ridiculous thing is the ending of the dream. He squatted in front of him with a big smile, touching Chu Yitang's face with pity, holding an umbrella in his hand to protect him from the snow.

"Brother, if she is dead, you can rely on me."

"I saved you, brother. Originally, the mother-in-law said that you two bitches, mother and son, should die together, but I was reluctant to kill you, so I had to deal with her cruelly, otherwise the mother-in-law would not calm down."

Chu Yitang really wanted to cry, but his eyes were so dry that he couldn't shed a single tear. He didn't understand what he had done wrong. Was it just because he listened to the teacher's lecture for an extra moment outside the study while carrying water.

Or is it because he has a low bloodline and is born with a low life, so he deserves to be humiliated and trampled on by others?

Chu Yitang raised his face and remained silent for too long. He burst out laughing unexpectedly, until tears burst into his face and his heart ached.

When I dream back then, I can't blame myself for the past.