[Yu Huang] Changfeng

Gao Yingjie only felt that his breathing was stagnant. He was a little confused and couldn't figure it out.

What's wrong with me?Why did I help the evildoer?

Yu Wenzhou looked at him with an emotion that he couldn't understand. There was resentment, unwillingness, awe-inspiring aura, and hatred for iron.These emotions combined, subtle and harmonious, gathered into burning gazes, which made Gao Yingjie have to look away.

"Actually, you're smarter than I thought. You just never think about it." Yu Wenzhou smiled mockingly, "If you calm down and think about it, you'll know what I'm talking about."

Gao Yingjie and Sun Hao are not the same people, as can be seen from Gao Yingjie's dodging eyes, at that moment, Yu Wenzhou felt that he had made the right bet.This ignorant young man just doesn't distinguish between good and evil. He is just too simple and simple, and he is definitely not the same personality as Sun Hao.

Yu Wenzhou's disdainful smile caught Gao Yingjie off guard.He stood up at a loss, trying to explain something, but Yu Wenzhou turned and went into the cave, leaving him alone in a daze.

It wasn't the first day he knew Yu Wenzhou.Back then in Lin'an, they lived in the same courtyard for a while, even though Yu Wenzhou was trapped in Lin'an, he was still very personable and calm.In Gao Yingjie's impression, Yu Wenzhou was more like a teacher. He was not writing by the window every day, or taking care of the flowers and plants in the yard. Occasionally, Yu Wenzhou would help him diagnose his pulse and talk to him about things to keep fit.

He is a martial arts practitioner, a natural martial art prodigy, physical fitness?He didn't need it at all, he just felt that Yu Wenzhou spoke softly and patiently, and he just naturally wanted to be close.

If he had an older brother, he would most want an older brother like Yu Wenzhou.

Gao Yingjie thanked Yu Wenzhou very much, and thanked him for the lamp he left at the door every night.

The sky and the earth were all dark, but the lamp that was shining at his door alone.

The moment Huang Shaotian opened his eyes, Lin Jiao used all his strength to take a big step backwards, almost falling out of the window.

"You—why did you wake up so quickly?" Lin Jiao huddled by the window, holding the teapot in his hand, his hands were shaking, he felt that Huang Shaotian was going to pick up the ice rain in a second and pick him up with a sword up.

This time it's not candied haws, Huang Shaotian probably wants to tie him into a sieve.

"Shaotian, Huang Shaotian, Huang Shaotian, Juggernaut—" Lin Jiao put down the teapot, and stepped back towards the door in small steps, "You must be calm, calm, composed, and rational—"

"When did it happen?" Huang Shaotian sat up from the couch and asked.

"Oh." Lin Jiao felt that Huang Shaotian seemed to be really calm, so he took a few steps forward and took out the small medicine bottle that Yu Wenzhou gave him that day, "That day he stuffed the small note in the medicine bottle. inside."

This is something like what Yu Wenzhou would do, with careful thought, taking one step and watching ten steps.

"Don't be too angry, Yu Wenzhou is also thinking about the overall situation." Lin Jiao thought for a long time, and decided it would be better to persuade him, "Maybe he can really restrain Gao Yingjie? No one thought that Sun Hao would set up arrangements in advance, The most important thing now is to hurry up and complete our arrangement. The most important thing you should do now is to return to Gusu and destroy the Xie family's backing."

Huang Shaotian opened his eyes and looked at Lin Jiao, but he didn't seem to be looking at anything. Lin Jiao didn't know whether Huang Shaotian listened to what he said. Huang Shaotian's current situation might as well be that he lost his soul.

"Hey, hey, don't be like this." Lin Jiao was a little worried, and walked closer to sit beside Huang Shaotian, "I think—"

Before he finished speaking, Huang Shaotian grabbed Lin Jiao's clothes, pressed him on the bed and beat him up.

"Hey hey hey—do you have any conscience—you don't slap people in the face when you hit someone—Huang Shaotian, if you fucking dare to ruin my face, I'll never end with you—"

Huang Shaotian finally exhausted his anger, and stood up flexibly.He didn't beat him hard, but Lin Jiao was still lying on the bed and couldn't get up, pretending to be dead.

"I'm going to Gusu." Huang Shaotian didn't bother to talk to him, "Candied haws, if you can't stop Lu Wantang, I will look down on you."

Lin Jiao lay on the bed weakly and hummed twice.

"Also, save your life." Huang Shaotian poked Lin Jiao's waist with the hilt of his sword, "It's over, I'll beat you again."

"Huang Shaotian, you can't finish—!" Lin Jiao couldn't take it anymore, turned over and got mad at Huang Shaotian, only to find that Huang Shaotian had disappeared.

"Go away." Lin Jiao sat on the bed and muttered a few times, "Who will give you a chance to beat me—"

"It's a good idea."

Gusu, June.

Everything seems to be different, Huang Shaotian thinks so.

In the winter, he hides in Yu Wenzhou’s small courtyard. He is happy all day long like a god. Yu Wenzhou treats him well and takes care of him. He can lie on the bed freely and can pick and choose. , you can splash and roll.

At that time, the wintersweet was in full bloom, and the small yellow flowers were blooming, shining like stars in the sky.Occasionally, snow falls on the window eaves, and the snow melts under the sun, ticking like singing.Taking a deep breath, there is the fragrance of plum blossoms in late winter, the fragrance of melting snow, and the fragrance of medicine that Yu Wenzhou seemed to have on his body when he passed by.

The blink of an eye has passed.

He walked again in the bluestone alleys of Gusu, in a trance, feeling like a big dream.

At the end of the road, the word "medicine store" dangled, shaking gently in the summer breeze, the door was slightly closed, and when you opened the door, you would see Xiaoer who was still sleepy, and the room was full of neatly arranged medicinal materials.

There must have been a jade paperweight pressed on the table case, and the prescription was written in small script with correct strokes.

He wanted to open the door and go in, and said to Yu Wenzhou, Doctor, I'm here to see a doctor.

I'm not hungry this time, I'm dying this time.

Yu Wenzhou, if you don't save me, I'm dying.

Huang Shaotian is a person who doesn't like to cry. He knew from a young age that crying is useless, and he has almost never cried. Man, what is worth crying about, and what can be lost to be so sad?

He knows now.

The setting sun was late, and the shadow of the sun was slanting to the west. He stood alone at the entrance of the alley, and the shadow stretched out to the elders. He bent down to touch it, but the shadow changed again because of his movements.

He thought that he could let go, that he could be selfless and put the overall situation first, but all of this was false.As long as he thought of Yu Wenzhou's current situation, he felt that he could hardly control himself.

There were two forces fighting in his heart, shouting to save Yu Wenzhou while shouting to assassinate Xie's family.They fought fiercely, and after the fight, the battlefield was in a mess.

In fact, everything has already been concluded.If it weren't for this, he wouldn't be flying all the way back to Gusu.

He's just sad.

It may be that no one has lived in it for a while, or it may be that it has been in disrepair for a long time. When the wooden door is pushed open, it makes a creaking sound.

The yard is the same as when I walked there, except for the flowers falling all over the ground.When the gardenias in the next yard are about to wither, they are fluttering, and the branches protruding over are sprinkled with yellowish petals all over the ground.

But still fragrant.

There is only one wintersweet tree in my yard, and of course it hasn't bloomed. The emerald green leaves are stretched and overlapped. Looking up from under the tree, even the sky is divided into fragments.Huang Shaotian stood under the tree and looked up, but accidentally caught a glimpse of the writing on the trunk.

A "yellow" character was engraved on the tree trunk, and the font was crooked, so ugly that it was in a family of its own.

Huang Shaotian squatted down and thought for a while, then Bing Yu pulled out from his waist, and the tip of the sword slashed across, adding a word "Yu" in front of the word "Huang".

That's the way to be complete.

It's a little damp in the house.There is no one living there for a while, and there is more mist and rain in the south of the Yangtze River, so there will naturally be more moisture.The quilt was left undried and felt cold to the touch.Huang Shaotian wandered around in his room for a long time, then pushed the door open and entered Yu Wenzhou's room.

I've never really seen what his house looks like.

The medical books were neatly arranged, and there was actually a layer of tulle covering them to prevent dust from falling.The desk case is complete with pen and paper, jade paperweight, and Duanxi inkstone.

Huang Shaotian reached under the heavy prescription and pulled out an old thread-bound book with no title.

"The seventh day of February.

Today Xiaoxue, Shaotian's injury is gradually recovering, he chatted with me about the scene beyond the Great Wall today, I am very happy.

Still don't remember the past. "

"The fifth day of March.

Today is sunny.The spring bamboo shoots are fresh, and Shaotian ate a lot.He is nearly healed from his injuries and appears to be leaving soon.Today he talked about the past affairs of Jianghu, but he didn't mention me at all in his words.I also talked about the beauty of Gusu, the scenery in the south of the Yangtze River, but I still haven't recalled the past. "

"April eleventh.

It's raining today, and I don't return at night for a few days, so I'm very worried.

Still don't remember the past. "

……

There are very few things recorded every day, often only a few lines, and occasionally even only a few words, but the word "Shaotian" is always indispensable in all records.

Joy, anger, sorrow, dislike, preference, every move, every word and smile, are all written by pen and ink.

Add that sentence at the end, seven words: But I still haven't remembered the past.

Huang Shaotian flipped through this brief essay in silence, and then carefully stuffed it back to its original place, as if he had never read it before.

The candle light flickered in the dark night, Huang Shaotian blew out the candle, and fell asleep on Yu Wenzhou's bed with his clothes on.

It was as cold and damp as a quilt, but it seemed different.

Originally he was puzzled, originally angry, he did not understand why Yu Wenzhou chose to make such a risky move, bound him alone and abandoned him.Even if some things are extremely dangerous, shouldn't two people do them together?That day he said to Huang Shaotian that you don't have to be afraid of death, I will always be with you, but in the blink of an eye he left alone in danger.

He understands now.

Drops of ink, overlapping with Yu Wenzhou's back standing alone.

Who said that we must die together, we want to live, to live freely, to live fully and happily.Yu Wenzhou took that big step with the courage of a scholar.

Through the gauze window, Huang Shaotian opened his eyes and looked at the night sky that was no different from the past, and suddenly remembered that morning.

Huang Shaotian laughed, his face turned red.

"Yu Wenzhou, I forgive you."

Life also has its joys, and you will keep your joys with the king.

Huang Shaotian turned over and sat up, no longer worried.A touch of darkness disappeared in the middle of the night in Gusu, as fast as lightning and as shocking as a dragon.

The title poem: Lonely flower expresses the spring, from Wei Yingwu's "You Kaiyuan Jingshe"