Embers

I never thought that after so many years, I would see him again.

The person I thought I would never see again in my life.

At that moment, I couldn't help feeling a little dazed.

He has changed a bit, he is thinner, his outline is more mature, and his aura is much stronger than before, but he is still the one who is so good-looking that people can't take their eyes off him.

His eyes are familiar and unfamiliar.

It seems to be in a trance, like compassion, like deep, like melancholy.

It's so complicated that I can't understand his emotions.

Just in this random street, with just such a casual glance, I froze in place.

They only looked at each other, but it seemed like a long, long time.I didn't realize it until Yu'er pulled me, and I hurriedly looked away and fled there.

I didn't look back.I was afraid to fall into his deep gaze again, let alone imagine what he was thinking at the moment.

Suddenly there is a feeling of embarrassment.

But in front of my children, I can't show it. I will never describe the absurd things that happened to me in detail to future generations.

"Father, that person is looking at you!"

"Don't worry about it."

"Do you know that person just now?"

"I don't know him, he just looks like an old friend."

I am as calm and authentic as possible.

And that night, I couldn't sleep.

The night was thick, but I didn’t feel sleepy at all. My wife was lying beside me, but my mind was full of the man I saw during the day. The slender and tall figure overlapped with the appearance in my memory. There is no entanglement of love and hate.

I sighed, got up lightly, walked all the way to the bronze mirror and sat down.

The middle-aged man in the mirror also looked straight at me. He was obviously a very good-looking face, but it was full of the breath of time, and he would no longer have the feeling of making people shine.

But today, it was such a person who was seen by that person.

Thinking about it, I couldn't help asking softly in my heart the person facing me, why do you look so sad?

Those past events that had been dusty for a long time began to move around again. Seeing that the night was still long and I didn't feel sleepy at all, I sighed and let him churn.

I think of many, many.

Those old things that I thought had begun to blur, now even the details are dazzlingly clear.

For example, I can still remember what kind of clothes he was wearing when we first met, and what kind of patterns were on the clothes.

If I can go back to the past, I will try my best to prevent the ignorant me from stepping into Wanhualou.

There will be no such startling glance.

Moon-white clothes, black hair, an extremely perfect face, and deep eyes.

He strode through the crowd with all his silence.

What I can't take my eyes off the most is the silence of this whole body.

I have never seen it before, it is almost indescribable in words, silent and mournful, compassionate and indifferent.

It seems that he doesn't care about anything, and it seems that he has a past that the world doesn't know.

I just felt like I was full of admiration.

How could there be such a man in the world.

Even when he spoke, the voice was deep and sweet that I had never heard before.

But the situation was special at that time. When I planned to pay a visit the next morning, the Wanhua Building was in chaos.

I grabbed a servant and asked.

Only then did I learn that he ran away with a girl named Xiao Taohua.

I am quite familiar with Wanhualou, and when I have nothing to do, I always come to listen to ditties to see pretty girls, so I know the background of every girl very well, so I am very surprised by his behavior.

Could it be that Xiao Taohua is actually his beloved?

But when I saw him yesterday, he didn't look at her like a person who was emotional at all.

I suddenly understood something.

I also suddenly wanted to see him very much, knowing that I might not be able to see him later, so I immediately got on the car and went to the gate of the city.

Sure enough, I saw him again.

This time, I was in the car and he was outside the car. He still couldn't see me, but I had a panoramic view of everything about him.

Before that, I had never liked a man, and at that time, I never thought that I would one day be obsessed with him.I thought, I was just admiring, like any one worthy of admiration.

So, I didn't bother too much, but there was a windfall.

I learned his name.

He said that his name was Ye Yichuan.

The night light sinks thousands of mountains, the cold stars move the river, embers, you said that I read so many poems and books at that time, why did I miss this sentence?

Thinking about it now, everything is like a kind of accident, or in other words, fate.

At that time, the whole world was full of rumors about his deeds, saying how treacherous he was, and how disgusting he was.But I was young at the time, and when the world said so, I started to be interested in him, wondering if I could have a chance to meet him.

Soon, what I wanted came true.

It was him.

It turned out that his name was not Ye Yichuan, he was Ember, the second devil in the world after Nie Budu.

Both startled and vaguely felt that it seemed logical.

But what puzzled me was the way he looked at me.

Shocked, unbelievable, and unspeakably painful.

It was a complicated emotion, and I couldn't understand it at the time.

I'm still thinking, has he seen me?

Before I could figure it out, he had already collapsed straight in front of me.

I am at a loss.

The next day, he went crazy.

Only then did I know that there is still such a person in the world, we are born [-]% alike, but we have never met.

That person is the white moonlight in his eyes and the cinnabar mole in his heart.

Ye Bozhou.

When I think of this name now, I still feel breathless.He has never appeared in front of me, but he is my strongest opponent.He is entrenched in Ember's heart, tearing everyone who tries to pry into his heart.

But at that time, I just felt sorry.

In the next three years, I also deliberately checked that person named Ye Bozhou, only to find out that he was actually my elder brother whom I had never met.

I wrote a letter explaining this to Nie Budu, the leader of the Demon Cult at the time, and I gradually forgot about it.

Later I heard that he somehow became the new leader of the Demon Cult. At that time, I just thought, is he already healed?

That's it.

How can such an outstanding person be crazy?

That's the only impression I have of him.

So when I was doing business in the north, I met a bandit and lived on the streets. I didn't even think of him.

But I just saw him.

He became more and more tall and straight, and his outline became more and more clear. The moment he turned around was enough to amaze me for the rest of my long life.

only--

How did his hair turn blindingly white?

Why does he seem more silent?

Why did his eyes become so cold?

Too many questions, think about it or forget it.

Being penniless, I lived in the Devil's Cult for the time being.

Even though it has been too long, I will still remember that warm cloak that night.

And when he leaned over to tie my belt, the faint breath fell on my face.

I could clearly feel the vibration from my chest.

And what I know better is the meaning behind his calm and gentleness.

Thinking of it this way, my heart felt inexplicably sour.

Seemingly aware of the bad mood, I hurriedly left the Devil's Cult after finishing my work.

And this is not always the end.

That day, when it was raining slightly, I stood leaning on the railing with an umbrella, and when I lowered my head inadvertently, I met his eyes.

I didn't come back to my senses until he drove away with his horse.

I just started to realize that I can no longer meet his eyes.

His eyes were like a deep lake, with a vortex hidden in the calmness, and he would sink into it after just one glance, and he could never look back.

That night, due to strange circumstances, I refused to go back home in the middle of the night, as if I was waiting for someone.And knowing that you can't wait.

I really waited for him.

Such a big city, with countless streets and alleys, how did he find this place and meet me?

I'd rather believe it was a coincidence.

The corners of his mouth curled up involuntarily.

At that moment, I didn't think about anything extra, only one thought, that is, this person came for me.

I didn't want to admit that he was doing it for my face, so I deceived myself that he was doing it for me.

Anyway, it doesn't matter, it's all me.

I thought so in my heart, but my mouth still couldn't help probing: "Who are you looking at?"

He was slightly drunk, staring at me, his eyes showed nostalgia and affection that he may not even realize.

Those eyes were so hot and gentle that one's heart turned into a puddle of water.

At that time, I always thought that there was nothing wrong with it, at least in this way I was different from others in his eyes.

That's why I dared to lift my chin, breathed tremblingly, and touched his lips lightly.

I have kissed several women in brothels, but I have never felt so at a loss, my heart almost jumped out of my chest, and even my breath was hot.

Is it because he is a man, or just because this person is him?

He didn't move.

I suddenly felt lost. Could it be that all the ambiguity is just my imagination?

Taking a step back, he was suddenly pressed into an embrace by a pair of hands.

"Meeting you, my life is very lucky."

I have said so to him.

I thought it was just an ambiguous mistake.

But all his perseverance was pushed away by his wordless letter.

He understood my miss and told me in this way that he misses me too.

I realized that it was too late to say anything.

The night he appeared, I was willing to give everything to him.

Also relying on her solitary courage, she insisted on running to him.

"Sir, Mr.?"

A soft voice sounded behind him.

I suddenly came back to my senses, beside me, Alan was looking at me worriedly.

"what happened to you?"

I was a little confused, she sighed softly, and wiped my face with a veil.

I just realized that I was crying.

"Are you thinking about dad again?"

My father passed away at this time last year, so it's not surprising that Alan thought so.

I can't deny it.

It's all sadness, I can at least talk about my father's departure, and about the word "embers", all the pain is extremely secretive, even if you cry, you have to find a reason, how sad.

I took another look in the mirror.

Although fine lines have appeared, the face is still clean.

Such a deep scar can disappear without a trace, let alone such an ethereal thing as memory?

But I know that I can still remember the burning pain.

They agreed not to mention it again, and made the most ruthless oath, but in the end they were defeated just because of a hasty look at each other.

But this time, I really understand that everything we have is really over.

I got up.

Alan looked at me.

"I'm a little tired, I plan to rest for a while."

"it is good."

I went to bed and lay down, and Alan lay down beside me.

Listening to her slowly becoming even breathing, I closed my eyes.

I hope that in my dreams every night for the rest of my life, there will never be such a man with white hair and a lake in his eyes, deep and unpredictable.

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Book Four: Silence