Xiyang Mourning

Qinglin sat on the hospital bed and turned to look at the scenery outside the window.There is a century-old sycamore tree outside the window. Even though his ward is on the fifth floor, he can still see the thick branches and lush leaves of that sycamore tree.

Maybe it's because of autumn, even though the sun is shining on the earth, there is still a sad atmosphere in those gaps.

Qinglin touched the wound on his waist, the sunlight cast mottled light through the plane tree, and in those fragments of light, he seemed to see the scene at that time again.

He still doesn't understand why he rushed towards Cheng Xi when he saw Cheng Xi was in danger. Isn't that what he wanted?

"It's really self-inflicted..."

"Do you also know that you are self-inflicted?!"

Qinglin trembled when he heard the voice, and turned his head subconsciously. When he saw the figure of Zheng Yang at the door, he was stunned for some reason.

"My lord?" Qing Lin stared blankly at Zheng Yang, then smiled, "I thought you wouldn't come."

Zheng Yang went to the hospital bed and sat on a chair beside him, looking up at Qinglin, "How could it be that I didn't come, or did you forget what you did?"

Qinglin looked at Zheng Yang silently, watching Zheng Yang pick up the knife on the table and slowly peel the apples.

He didn't understand what the man in front of him was going to do.

Zheng Yang looked a little downcast, a downcast that radiated from the inside out, even if he was dressed meticulously and neatly, he still couldn't conceal the downcastness.

Such a master reminded him of the dying beast that was under him two days ago, which made people excited and shocked.

And now...he doesn't know what his master is, and he doesn't know what happened after he fell into a coma to make the master become like this.

Zheng Yang peeled the apple and handed it to Qinglin. Seeing that Qinglin took it and held it without moving, he took a paper towel and wiped the knife in his hand carefully.

"Don't you want to eat?" Zheng Yang raised his head and asked Qinglin after wiping the knife.

"..." Qing Lin took a bite, chewing while watching Zheng Yang sticking the knife to his body.

"Why was the master kidnapped by Qin Haoling? Don't tell me that a nanny can do it." Zheng Yang held the knife against Qinglin's wound and did not move.

"Because the people you asked me to arrange were all Qing Ming's former confidantes, and I told them how Qing Ming died." Qing Lin put down the apple in his hand, feeling the sharp pain in his waist, he wrinkled frown.

Bowing his head, he saw that the hospital gown was already flushed as expected.

Zheng Yang looked at the red hospital gown, and put the knife in his hand a little bit, then looked at Qinglin and smiled while stirring, "You're so smart, you deserve to be the one who survived with me."

"How do you know?" Zheng Yang felt a little mentally retarded after asking, and asked again, "You sent the news that time?"

"Yes, I just let people spread some rumors, and those side branches and elders found out everything." Qinglin smiled and said to Zheng Yang, as if he was not the one who was bleeding all the time.

"You were also responsible for the master's kidnapping." Zheng Yang drew out his knife and wiped the blood on Qinglin's hospital gown.

"I just told Madam that you fell in love with a man...um" Qing Lin lowered his head and saw the knife inserted into his lower abdomen.

His master is still as ruthless as ever.

"You have been trying to hurt the master"

"No..." Qinglin felt the pain in his lower abdomen, and smiled even brighter, "I don't know why, do you believe it?"

"You cooperated with Qin Haoling." Zheng Yang said sarcastically after hearing this, "You don't know that too?"

"That's because Cheng Xi doesn't cherish you! He treats you like that for a Qin Haoyu!" Qinglin was a little excited, and stared at Zheng Yang with his hands on the hospital bed, "Why can he be so casual about something that I dare not dream of? Trampling! He obviously got the best thing in the world...he got your love..."

Qinglin leaned against the wall as if losing all strength, thinking that he might be bleeding too much and feel a little weak.

Zheng Yang didn't speak, he just pulled out the knife in his hand from the new wound again, and then moved it to Qinglin's lower body, the knife pressed against Qinglin's crotch.

Zheng Yang looked at Qinglin, "This is the thing that made me dirty, tell me how disgusting I am"

"It's the same thing, you won't disgust Cheng Xi." Qinglin looked at Zheng Yang and smiled sadly, "You just disgust that the person is me."

"It's so smart." Zheng Yang's action didn't change, "Why did you save the master?"

"I don't know..." Qing Lin looked at Zheng Yang, "Do you believe it?"

Zheng Yang raised his hand and stabbed Qinglin's thigh with a knife, then raised the knife, watching the blood gushing out, he glued a hand of blood with his hand and covered Qinglin's face.

His hands rested on Qinglin's lips, as if he was putting on makeup for a female role in a Beijing opera, he carefully and carefully let the blood red stain Qinglin's lips.

Qinglin felt the tenderness on his lips, he smelled a strong smell of blood, he felt that his consciousness was gradually blurring, he might die.

"My lord...do you want me to die?" If so, he felt a little sad.

"How come?" Zheng Yang moved his hand with the knife, and left another wound on Qinglin's face. He looked at the wound on Qinglin's face from the left eyebrow to the chin and Qinglin's cloudy eyes, His face was unclear.

Zheng Yang dropped the knife, wiped his hands on the clean part of Qinglin's hospital gown, and got up.

Dazedly, Qinglin saw Zheng Yang leaned over and looked into his eyes, and heard Zheng Yang's deep and hoarse voice, "I will never be soft on anyone except the master, you saved the master, so you will live , it's just...you don't have to stand up anymore."

Qinglin didn't have time to comprehend Zheng Yang's meaning, so he watched Zheng Yang go out, and then came in alone.

That person...is somewhat familiar.

It was that person that I hadn't seen for a long time, Qinglin's weak voice echoed in the ward of the two of them.

"Qing Ming, it's really... long time no see."

"Long time no see, Alin," an unfamiliar male voice said.