Junior brother is full of malice towards me

Someone once asked: "Fengyan, have you always been like this? You don't care about anything, you live like a walking corpse, you have no goals at all, and you don't have anyone or anything you want to get or protect? Is this the life you are pursuing? What is the meaning of such a life?"

At that time, he couldn't remember exactly how he answered the boy, but he was alone in the cabinet in the end, guarding the square inch that once brought him some warmth.

And the young man who asked that question has grown up gradually in the passage of time, helping the emperor he guarded to win the whole world step by step, but he can no longer find his true lover.

In contrast, who has lost more?

For him, whether it is the emperor he supports, the infatuated national teacher, or other people selected by the same artifact, they are just a group of long-lived children who don't understand. They are obviously just a group of juniors, but they are pitiful his life.

No one is born indifferent and alienated, and no one is born proud and unafraid of loneliness.

It's just that I'm used to it so I don't care, or I have forgotten how to care.

The owner of the Dragon Pattern Nine Bright Lantern has been missing for a long time. Even if that person ascends to the throne of God, he will not be able to survive the ritual of offering sacrifices to heaven once every 20 years.

But the emperor is still wantonly conquering, leaving only the national teacher with gray hair and even came to beg him.

As everyone knows, although he has a long lifespan, he is extremely tired of wasting time on these trivial matters, so he handed over this matter to Ning Moyan.

He didn't expect that, within a few days, Ning Moyan brought a child and asked him to discipline him.

When we met for the first time, the young Danfeng's eyes were slightly raised, but the young and mature could not hide his childish curiosity and awkwardness after all. His facial features were exquisite, and he might even be mistaken for a girl at a glance, but his small face was full of arrogance.

"I am Ning Ruyue."

Feng Yan never thought that he, who has not been affected by anyone or anything for nearly a hundred years, would be eaten to death by this boy in the future.

At that time, he was just a little surprised that such a somewhat gorgeous young man was able to maintain his innocence in the Ning family.

It is said that he was asked to teach him a lesson or two, but for a swordsman, it is not uncommon to practice swords for a day, and it is not uncommon for teenagers to be often forgotten by him.

For the first time, Ning Ruyue got up late, Feng Yan turned around and went out to practice swords.

It ended very late, and then I saw a young man who was sleeping in a daze on the side of the rockery outside the courtyard. Feng Yan just paused for a moment, then turned and left.

Not surprisingly, the next day the boy became hot due to the prolonged wind blowing, his whole face was red, and his eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of water mist. Find him before practicing the sword.

When he woke up, there was only an empty room and a maid holding a medicine bowl.

But that night, Feng Yan did not expect to see the figure of the boy in the same position.

This time the young man was clever and hid in a hole in the rockery. If it wasn't for Feng Yan's good eyesight, he might not have been able to discover his existence.

The boy obviously just wanted to wait, whether it was the first time or the second time, but the first time he fell asleep in a daze, and the second time he fell down again before his fever recovered.

It was rare for Feng Yan to feel helpless. When he brought the boy out of the rockery, the person in his arms didn't wake up at all because of his actions. All a little hot.

Obviously not taking good medicine.

As for the reason why the boy didn't take the medicine, Feng Yan instantly understood when he stepped into the boy's room.

The medicines in the cabinet are very good, and fever is not a problem at all, but the taste of good medicine is good for the disease, and the taste is a bit bitterer than ordinary medicines. Who in the cabinet came here without licking blood, this little one Suffering is nothing to worry about, but Ning Ruyue is young after all, and the maid will not urge him to take medicine, so she ran away for him.

Feng Yan didn't think there was anything wrong with it, he would avoid taking medicine when he was sick when he was young, unless his mother kept persuading him with candied fruit.

But those days are gone forever. Since my mother left, the consequence of not taking the medicine is douching, and the consequence of being soft-hearted is watching the people or animals I rescued be brutally killed. The consequence is that when I look back again and again, I find that everything is just a game set up by the family, and in the end the lost blood is lost.

He also had a happy and fearless past like a young man, but that was already yesterday, and since the young man in front of him came here, he is destined to be impossible to continue to be happy.

"Mr. Feng, I want to learn from you."

"Learn what?" Feng Yan asked casually as he flipped through the pages of the book, not paying attention to what the young man said.How can such a young man who is used to getting up only after the sun and being surrounded by his family really calm down and learn something?

"Learn everything, and I will learn everything that Mr. Feng knows!" The young man raised his smile, since Feng Yan started to end his sword practice early and waited for him to leave together, the young man seemed to be suddenly full of confidence, and he was not as confident about Feng Yan as before. As cautiously afraid.

However, everything was as Feng Yan expected, the boy didn't get up early the next day, and on the third day, the fourth day, the fifth day and so on, no matter how hard he tried, when he arrived without calling When Feng Yan lives, he only sees people leaving and empty buildings.

The young man was full of fighting spirit at the beginning, but later he never mentioned this matter, but still pestered Feng Yan with a cheeky face, even though he couldn't ask for advice in early education, he pestered Feng Yan to teach him things at night.

Young people are extremely smart, but after all, they lack the pressure and interest in the knowledge they have learned. They often memorize it by rote and are at a loss to understand and apply it.

Feng Yan wasn't angry at all, he didn't care at all, it's just that the young man pestered him to teach him.Every day, I watched the young man leaning on the soft couch and distracted without reminding him. He just continued to talk, checked his recitation at the end, got up and left when the other party really tried to do it but got a messy ending, and finally tidied himself up. I left my notes for the other party's reference, but I didn't check them the next day, and started new content by myself.

The teacher teaches freely, and the students learn freely.

Feng Yan also gradually got used to having a young man who clamored to get up early every day but always stayed in bed until the afternoon to look for him, and was often distracted.

"Mr. Feng, do you feel bored? Live like a walking dead, without your own goals, without people or things you want or want to protect." The boy's inadvertent words and the words of the person in his memory overlapping.

"Huh?" Feng Yan looked at the young man, and the other party's clear eyes reflected some confusion. He was asking him, but it was more like asking the young man himself.

The boy didn't wait for him to answer before he spoke again: "They say it's not good, it's a waste of time... They say that Mr. Feng has endless time to squander, so he doesn't know how to cherish it..."

Hearing the young man's murmured words, Feng Yan frowned for a moment, but he was slightly uncomfortable when he heard the words he was used to, but because they were spoken from the mouth of this young man who was already used to it, it was stuffy and uncomfortable.

He wanted to speak, but he didn't know what to say or what to say, and finally got up and was about to leave, but at this moment he heard the young man behind him talking to himself.

"But I think this is very good. I can sleep late every day, don't care about other people's eyes and thoughts, don't have to fight with them, don't have to hear bad things about me behind my back, and I can learn all kinds of things from Mr. Feng at night. Listening to stories and legends from various places, like this day after day, just me and Mr. Feng... It’s also pretty good. It’s plain and not that exciting, so how can it be regarded as a dawdling.”

Feng Yan paused, listening to the "two people" in the boy's mouth, his mood improved inexplicably but he couldn't explain why.It seems that there is some emotion on the lips, but after all, there is almost something that cannot be expressed.

"Hey, Mr. Feng, let me just complain at will. I really don't like those disputes. It's tiring to praise the elders for the position of the head of the family. It's not beneficial at all. Eh? Mr. Feng, where have you been? What did you say to me just now?" Listen!"

"Yes." Not surprised by the boy's transparency, Feng Yan stood at the door and responded lightly, and it took a long time to hold back a sentence that was not comforting, "Just do what you want, don't worry about others, from you From that day on in the cabinet, you will not be involved in those conspiracies, even if they are involved, I will be responsible for everything."

The words of consolation changed in the end, and Feng Yan realized that he felt a little distressed. He didn't want the other party to become another self, and even protected the other party so that the young man didn't have to change himself to cater to this undercurrent of the cabinet.

But he never escaped from his own heart, he just protected it if he wanted to protect it.

Feng Yan didn't expect that just when he had just made up his mind to take the young man under his wings, the naughty but well-behaved young man would leave without saying goodbye.

He sat in the house and waited for a day and a night. The floating red candle light in front of the table illuminated the whole room but could not illuminate his state of mind at this time.

He never thought that when he had just understood what his feelings for Ning Ruyue were, he would leave without saying goodbye to him, even though he had vaguely guessed something from the other party's previous words.

When he saw Ning Ruyue again, the man was dressed in red, and he was as seductive as fire, which added a bit of beauty to his delicate eyebrows and eyes. Finally, he took full advantage of this appearance that he seldom noticed when he was young, and became Ning Ruyue. The person's logo.

In just five years, it was considered a snap of his fingers to him, but because of this person's refusal to say goodbye, Feng Yan felt the pain he had never felt before.

Before he knew it, the once white-clothed boy fell in love with red-clothed, revealing his extraordinary appearance all the time.

Before he knew it, the hand of the excellent young man he protected was stained with blood, killing people like hemp was nothing more than that.

Before he knew it, that young man who was tired and unwilling finally grew up into such a man who is good at planning, amazing and talented. He controls the life and death of countless people with a frown and a smile, and he can never escape again. Get out of this mud that he hates.

Before he knew it, the young man studied hard without supervision, and he picked up the content he had memorized in the past one by one, creating Ning Ruyue who is as famous as him today.

Before he knew it, Ning Ruyue joined the cabinet and became the owner of the Dragon Pattern Nine Lights.

……

Before he knew it, he promised to protect the young man who was going to have the same fate as him. He broke away from his protection and forced himself to grow into what he is today.

Men no longer stay in bed, no longer afraid of suffering, no longer disgusted with ghost learning, no longer afraid of pain.

But Feng Yan felt a faint pain in his heart, and he couldn't even hide his pride.

I vaguely remember the sigh of the national teacher: "The identification of the owner of the dragon-shaped nine-bright lamp has always required absolute awe and conviction for the owner of a certain artifact, so I never thought that the transparent boy would really become its owner. Thinking about it, he not only became the owner of the Nine Lights with Dragon Patterns, but also skipped Emperor Ning and chose..."You.

The voice of the national teacher is extremely blurred in memory, Feng Yan only has a figure left in front of his eyes, graceful and graceful, but it is the face at this time with the joy of a teenager.

Warm and firmly occupying the entire heart, there is no room for it.

I vaguely remember...

Whose boy once was in white.

The author has something to say: For the gift, the little angel Jiumu will make up a red envelope~ Don’t worry if there are too many coins

Because it is not included in the text, it does not belong to the part of grabbing a sofa and rewarding_(:з」∠)_

Accidentally late, good night, okay?

By the way, I just saw the original text of the boy Zeng Baiyi recently, it is said to be an internet joke?I don't know, but it feels like

as follows

Whose family beauty is a confidant, whose family boy Zeng Baiyi

Whose lover will go with a horse, and whose family will be separated from strangers

Whose alleys are full of wine, whoever’s painting house is playing the flute

Whose family of mortals has passed by, and whose family has no one to rely on since then

Whoever promises will never give up for three lives, whoever waits for whoever has no return date

Who should be the joy of the seventh world, who will make someone cry all night

Whoever bears it is full of sorrow, and whoever bears it is full of devastation

Who sighed who the years passed by, who became who recalled those years

Jiang Qiuyue, half old and half reminded, whose age is wrong

A glass of turbid wine, half awake and half drunk, who is the true love for

A letter of divorce, half a word, half regret, who has abandoned the promise

A farewell song, half crying, half crying, who has lost the scenery

A broken sword, half-rusted and half-waste, whose token is gone

A meeting, half cold and half sad, who has lost the world of mortals

A game, half right and half wrong, who do you believe when you shed tears

Missing a sentence, half smiling and half retreating, who is buried in the heart

Who once said the oath so beautifully, and who played the marriage so sadly

Who ever drank sake so drunk, and who sang opera so regretfully

Who is who's childhood sweetheart, who is who's flower before the moon

Who is whose country is picturesque, who whose smile is like her

Who's who's three thousand prosperity, who's who's white hair

Who's Who's Allure Story, Who's Who's Water Moon Mirror Flower

Who is for whom swords, guns, swords, halberds, gold and iron horses, who is for whom?

Whoever commits chaos for whom, the three armies join forces, and whoever loses for whom loses all armor and armor

Who for whom light food and coarse tea is at home everywhere, who for whom grows old and dies forever

Who shed tears for whom, who guarded who became a monument, who laughed who waited for a ghost, who took whom as who

Whoever falls in love laughs, whoever chases whoever succeeds, whoever loves whoever gets tired, whoever loses whomever

Who said who was tired, who made someone cry, who abandoned who, who ruined whom

Who won, who lost, who was right, who was wrong

Who returns in the dream, who returns in the past

Who is the ghost in who's heart, who is whose family and who