Canghe

Everyone said that Gongsun rebelled and died under the law.But there are also rumors in the market that he died in a conspiracy, and he shouldn't have died in the first place.

The pool of water in the capital city has been quiet for too long, and after all, a few undercurrents have emerged, stirring the uneasy heart under the calm water surface, and using the death of one person to completely set off a wave that shakes the foundation.Perhaps later generations will find the connection after sorting out this period of history, and the death of Gongsun has become a very important part of this period of history.

However, Cang Lan would not pay attention to these trends and rumors, as long as it has nothing to do with Jin He, why should he estimate so much, his duty is to protect Jin He, but for him now, he has another job It is to protect the people or things that Jin He cares about.The death of Gongsun made Jin He silent, and it was also a scar in Cang Lan's heart.He knows that there is no hope, but he still can't let go, just like a drowning person, even if he knows that a straw can't save his life, he will still hold on firmly.He was about to drown in his feelings for Jin He, but what he grasped was his belief, his Jin He.The belief he gave himself is to protect, protect Jin He and everything Jin He wants to protect, at all costs.

Cang Lan put away the fox fur, carefully, like treating his lover.He was raised in his room and hadn't seen Jin He for many days.For the first time, Cang Lan didn't feel that she missed seeing Jin He, only a little bit sad.Maybe it's the burying of one's own affection. In this unique way, all the thoughts and ideas are buried, and no sporadic flames are ignited.

Cang Lan leaned on the couch, staring blankly at the pattern on the door, the sun covered the entire sky, and a little red came in, there was no snow, and there was a little wind blowing, the surroundings were silent, Cang Lan felt peaceful in her heart , as if wanting to be like this until the end of time.The charcoal brazier was burning silently, occasionally making a few crisp sounds. The glowing red charcoal fire raised the temperature in the room and dispelled the cold, but it couldn't bring warmth to people's hearts.Cang Lan stared blankly for a while and then closed his eyes, the wound was painful, he closed his eyes and fell asleep.

Jin He's house seemed to be slowly revived after receiving the warm jade, and the candlelight shining through the window was like a revived heartbeat in the cold house.As the sun slanted to the west, there was a faint light in Jin He's room, and the wobbly shadow climbed up the wall again.It's just that there is one missing shadow standing in front of his window.No one stood in front of his window staring at him obsessively, and no one looked at his shadow or his light still filled with his breath.Jin He was writing something at the table, raised his head subconsciously, and saw the cold moonlight pouring into the room, Mi Zhu was hanging his head beside him, Jin He felt bored for no reason, took out Gongsun's warm jade, looked again and again, He looked at the lines on it carefully, stroked it a few times and put it back into his arms again, exhaling a long breath, as if to expel all the bad moods of the past few days.

Jin He suddenly chuckled, Mi Zhu raised his head in a daze, and was startled when he saw Jin He's half-miserable and half-joking gesture: "Master, you..."

Jin He suppressed his smile, took out the warm jade and played with it in his hands: "You Zhu... tell me, am I a heinous and unforgivable person?" The shadow was cast on Jin He's face, the candlelight trembled, and Ming Bright.

"Young master?" Mi Zhu was startled.He had never seen Jin He like this.

"Forget it." Jin He seemed a little annoyed, and threw the warm jade in his hand to Mi Zhu, "You can keep this thing, since you are already dead, what's the point of keeping this thing..."

Mi Zhu was startled and hastily fished it out with his hands, barely catching it, "This...was stolen by Cang Lan, he..."

"Since it was stolen," Jin He interrupted Mi Zhu, "don't put it here, it's an eyesore." Jin He glanced at Nuan Yu, "It's a good match for you, I reward you."

I?Mi Zhu thought about it for a long time, but finally swallowed what she wanted to say, took Nuanyu away, and answered "yes" in a low voice.

Jin He put down his pen and said, "I can't bear to watch today, let's rest early."

Ni Zhu responded and fiddled with the charcoal fire.Retiring to the door, he suddenly said: "Master is not a bad person, I just beg you not to torment yourself like this, master and the others have already gone, and those who have passed away must hope for you, master..."

"Okay." Jin He interrupted, and smiled softly, "Oh, Gongsun is dead, do you still want to say these things now?"

Mi Zhu just said, "Master, let's go to bed early", and then gently closed the door.

Jin He lay in the dark, only felt that there were countless pairs of eyes looking at him.Loving, angry, resentful, calm, painful... He closed his eyes tightly, grabbed the place where Nuanyu had been placed before, and a line of clear tears remained.

A "sorry" that no one heard dissipated in the winter wind.