Peach Blossom Dyeing Jinge

Di Dongqing didn't seem to hear Master's words at all, not only didn't leave, but continued to move forward, and said in a low voice, "Don't worry, no one saw me."

Lu Zhengqiu couldn't help staring, the face reflected in his eyes was torn apart by the iron bars, but still had a fatal attraction.

"How did you get in?"

"There is an old yard behind here, and there is an old dry well in it... It's a long story, so don't mention it, I'm here to deliver things, and I'll leave when I'm done."

As Di Dongqing said, she placed the porcelain bottle containing the elixir on the window sill, and pushed it to the opposite side through the gap in the iron fence.

The shadow on the ground shook accordingly, as if the moonlight was stirred up for a while.

Lu Zhengqiu looked intently, and saw that there was a piece of paper pressed under the porcelain vase, which was neatly folded, with ink stains faintly leaking from the back.

He walked to the window and felt that the other party's eyes were fixed on him, not leaving him for a moment, taking a panoramic view of his trembling fingertips, pale and dry lips, and bloodshot eyes, seeing clearly and without reservation .

After a while, Dongqing asked: "Master, have you suffered from cold disease again?"

He nodded and said, "Yes."

"Is it because of the kind of exercises you used? Last time you were in Yunmengze, that's why your old illness relapsed."

"You knew already?"

"Well, the brothers from the Tianshui Gang who are in the same boat as you told me."

Lu Zhengqiu looked at the other party in surprise.

It turns out that the secret he thought he had carefully hidden had already been known to Dongqing.

He could still come up with many excuses, but he once promised that he would answer all of Dongqing's questions, so he said: "My internal strength is learned from the devil's religion, and the so-called yin and evil skills of the people in the Central Plains are my martial arts." The root is like the part of a big tree under the soil, which cannot be pulled out, so you don't have to waste time on me."

Di Dongqing just shook her head: "It may not be impossible, there is still half of the medical genealogy left by the Yushan patriarch."

Lu Zhengqiu was surprised, he almost forgot about it.

Di Dongqing continued: "The medical genealogy records the secret of Fuyao Qingfeng. Since the foundation can be planted, it can be removed. It is too early to say."

Lu Zhengqiu said: "Actually, you don't have to..."

Di Dongqing interrupted him: "I promised to cure your illness."

Lu Zhengqiu sighed: "I broke my promise to you first, so you don't have to keep your past promises anymore."

Di Dongqing was startled, subconsciously clenched her five fingers resting on the edge of the window, then loosened it, and pushed the porcelain bottle forward a bit: "Then you take this. Take it, and I'll go."

Those dark eyes stared at him motionlessly, as if saying—"If you don't accept me, I won't leave."

Lu Zhengqiu finally raised his hand to pick it up.

The cold air of the moonlight permeated the window, which made him resist instinctively. The porcelain bottle was slender, and when he held it, it just touched the fingertips of the person opposite.

Holly's fingers moved, her slender joints tensed, as if she was about to overcome the obstacles of the railing and firmly grasp the wrist of the person opposite.

If he wanted to, he could indeed do so. If a high wall and a deep courtyard can't stop him, how can a few rusty irons?

Lu Zhengqiu could see more clearly than anyone else in the world what kind of stubborn heart he hid under his modest and introverted appearance.

But this time, even Lu Zhengqiu was wrong.

This time, as promised, he gently let go of his hand.

The porcelain vase slipped into Lu Zhengqiu's hands with the letterhead.The latter flattened the paper, and saw that there were only a few lines on the paper, recording the time of taking the medicine every day, other than that, there was no redundant words.

It's almost like a medicine prescription for a patient who met once, the only difference is a dot of ink next to the handwriting.

The ink stains splattered abruptly on the white paper, constricted in a small space, thick and deep, like the pain of the writer calmly restraining himself.

Lu Zhengqiu's heart twitched suddenly, as if being sucked into the ink, tightly entangled by the dense darkness.

His eyes drifted to the desk in the room. There was also a letter on the desk, which was neatly folded. It had been written long ago, but it had not been handed out.

He walked quickly to the table, picked up the letterhead, and hurried back to the window: "Holly, I have something for you too."

His hand has already reached the bright place between the railings, but only the night wind and moonlight greet him.

Holly is gone.

The moonlight was as usual, casting fragmented light and shadow on the ground.

If it wasn't for the extra objects in his hands, Lu Zhengqiu would have almost thought that the encounter just now was a dream, an illusion born without authorization by his dry heart.

He raised his arm as if in a dream, stretched it to the window sill, and touched it lightly with his fingertips.

On the cold brick surface, there seemed to be residual warmth from the opponent's fingers.

He woke up suddenly, turned around, and then slowly raised the corners of his mouth, let out a chuckle from the depths of his throat, and murmured: "It seems that this time, I have completely lost."

That's it.

His holly was able to step forward without his urging.

That's it.

His holly is still as clear as a bamboo, his arrogance remains unchanged, and he will definitely abide by the promises he made. Even when he left, his steps were so resolute.

His smile froze on his lips, like a fish out of water, a bud out of the soil, the holly has already traveled far away, but he fell into the past and bound himself in a cocoon.

On the letterhead that he failed to hand over, he wrote a lot of words in a fluent manner—not just a joke used to perfunctory or make jokes in the past, every word came from the heart.

"...That day in Anyi, I met you in the alley for the first time. You thought I came to save you. In fact, I planned to escape from the medical center of Di's family and disappeared from sight. However, I was captured by you. A piece of candy from me is pulled back into the world..."

He paced to the table, approached the candle, immersed the letter into the candle, watched the edge of the white paper curl slowly, the tongue of fire climbed along the black color, and swallowed the dense handwriting into it.

"...I taught you martial arts, and you taught me more. In the first half of my life, I was just a puppet in the hands of others, but in the second half of my life, I had you. You taught me how to behave. No, you often make me feel ashamed when you call me a teacher..."

Hot flames brushed his fingers.

The handwriting on the letter was trembling.Because his hands were shaking.

The shadows on the ground trembled because his eyes trembled.

"...If I am not your master, I am nothing. But you are different. You are my second life. You make me happy, make me miss you, even make me yearn for it, make me long for it You are still young, I shouldn't be in love with you, but I can't help myself, I am an ungrateful sinner, as long as I am with you, my greed will continue..."

The fire spread, creating a small heat wave, which continued to eat away at the few remaining letterheads.

"...But my sins cannot touch you. You should find your own life. You should be honored and honored. You should be accompanied by a beautiful woman, embrace the wind and the moon, and stay together..."

The letter paper burned out, and the flames slowly fell, engulfing the last few lines of writing.

"Half my life wasted in my sins, and I will meet you once again, and the years will be new."

"The sky is high and the road is far away, don't ask questions, I hope the green water and green mountains will not disappoint you."

The burned ashes were scattered on the ground, blown away by the wind, and soon disappeared.

Green water and green mountains, I am afraid I will never see them again in this life.

All that was left to him was the endless night.