storyteller

Ye Huihe is in this purple domain, but he will only appear when you need him.

Qiu Lingfu searched and searched all night and did not see him. When he came in the past, he went back to the room in Ruyi Building and waited in the cold moonlight.

But after yesterday's time, Ye Huihe didn't come.Qiu Lingfu couldn't wait for a moment, pushed open the door and ran down to find Lianzhi who was yawning.

"Where is Ye Huihe?"

Qiu Lingfu ran towards the boy recklessly, but when he lowered his head, he saw the boy holding a bowl of medicine in his hand.

"He just put down the medicine, then..." Before Lianzhi finished speaking, Qiu Lingfu had already run out the door.

In the secluded street outside the door, there are piles of dark and lightless houses, only a moonlight paves the road.

Qiu Lingfu ran against the Milky Way, but the figure was already far away. Looking from a distance, it was more ethereal and ethereal than a will-o'-the-wisp.

The more Qiu Lingfu wanted to chase away, the man seemed to be farther away, so he could only shout at the top of his voice, "Ye Huihe! Ye Huihe!"

The man hesitated a few times before finally stopping.

Qiu Lingfu quickly grabbed his sleeve, and opened his mouth to ask, "Where is Ah Po?"

Ye Huihe withdrew his sleeves, his eyes glanced at this person coldly: "What's the benefit of telling you me?"

Qiu Lingfu didn't even think about it: "Anything is fine."

Ye Huihe stared at him, sneered, and said darkly: "You can't do me any good. And I hate the troublesome things that don't get any good."

Qiu Lingfu begged, "Just tell me where he is."

Ye Huihe said, "You still want me to save him, because he won't live long."

Not long to live?

Breath condensed in the lungs, Qiu Lingfu could only look at Ye Huihe in astonishment, unable to move at all.But suddenly another spring gushed out of his stagnant blood, and the entanglement of sorrow and joy made his heart feel empty for a moment.

Qiu Lingfu was actually a little rejoiced, he murmured: "He is still alive."

He was talking, and looked at Ye Huihe with pleading eyes: "Can't you save it?"

Ye Huihe said: "I can't save him. I can't even save someone who is about to die. When I saw him, he was almost dead."

Po is about to die.

He may be in rags in some cold room, lying unattended on a hospital bed.Perhaps the breathing is stagnant and it is difficult to move an inch, just like myself now.

Such a person is about to die, just like a wimp and ant. No one knows that he survived 15 years ago, and no one knows how he will die again.

He likes to separate the rivers and lakes from his own flesh and blood, watching everything silently from a high place or a dark place.He is an abandoned son of the rivers and lakes, neither a ranger nor a hero. He is a name that should be mentioned by a storyteller, and a wind and breath that should be forgotten.

"What about my mother?" Qiu Lingfu asked.

"It's dead." Ye Huihe looked into the distance, "But I won't tell you why."

Dead, all dead.

Qiu Lingfu's amber eyes had dimmed for a long time, his whole body was weak, and his soul had already followed this road to nowhere.He has only a shell left, swinging in the wind under the moon.

He had longed so much to get out of the narrow streets, but now he is finally in the rivers and lakes, but he is the only one left at this time.

No, he is not the only one left now!

Qiu Lingfu said to Ye Huihe: "Take me to see him. I have nothing now, but I can do anything for you."

Ye Huihe looked at him coldly: "Just taking you to see him?"

Qiu Lingfu hurriedly said, "Take me to see him."

Ye Huihe asked again: "Anything?"

"Anything." Qiu Lingfu said, and then reconfirmed, "Anything!"

Ye Huihe's uncertain eyes gambled on his face for a long time, and finally showed a weird smile.

Beyond the purple domain, the mirror lake reflects the sky.

Walking by the lake, it seems as if the stars are dotted under your feet, and the world is turned upside down at this moment.

Qiu Lingfu had been here before, it was a lake not far from the back alleys of the Purple Region, it was chilly and gloomy.There is a lake not far away, Ah Po once dragged him into the water, melted the mask-like mud into the lake water, and revealed his true face to himself.

Qiu Lingfu saw a black house from a distance, and it turned out that Ah Po was on the bank of the galaxy.

Before Ye Huihe could explain, Qiu Lingfu had already galloped away.

The room was not big, and it was as oppressive as a dark and lightless tomb. He knocked open the door and saw the person on the bed at a glance.

The man's eyes were closed, his cheeks were sunken, and the corners of his mouth were heavy and still. He was not sleeping peacefully or at ease.

Qiu Lingfu came to him, knelt beside the bed, and took his hand from under the quilt.

"A Po." He didn't get angry at A Po's indifference, nor did he cry willfully, he just read his name seriously and seriously.

But even so, Ah Po did not respond to him.

Maybe at this time, if he wants to kill people, do evil, and destroy all good things, he will not open his eyes and tell himself that this is not allowed and that is not allowed.

Qiu Lingfu put his hand on his cheek, hoping that he would touch her again, but that hand was stiff and cold.Qiu Lingfu pressed his wrist to her lips, and kissed his weak pulse.

He is still alive.His blood was still flowing, his heart was still beating.

Qiu Lingfu took a deep breath and asked softly, "Did he ever say why he would..."

His words stopped abruptly, and he closed his mouth. In order to hold back his tears, he suddenly stepped forward, kissed the young man's lips, and then kissed his tightly closed eyes.

Then he squeezed his hand again, breathing slowly and carefully.

Ye Huihe observed Qiu Lingfu's actions not far away, but he never left.

"The poison was poisoned three months ago. It is extremely difficult for outsiders to detect the poison. If the poisoned person is not a martial artist, it is extremely difficult to detect. I don't know the rest." Ye Huihe said with drooping eyes, "Both A month ago, I thought I was proficient in all the strange poisons in the world, but now it seems..."

Qiu Lingfu murmured, "Three months ago..."

Three months ago, they were still on the snow-white ridge.

Bai Xueling is in danger, but Ah Po is so skillful, how could he be careless to be plotted by others?Even with thousands of elaborate designs, he never made him take the poison he didn't want to take.

Qiu Lingfu shook his head: "He won't take a poison that he doesn't want to take."

Ye Huihe raised his eyebrows: "Could it be that he wants to die?"

Ah Po has absolutely nothing to do with the word death, he is a soul living in the world.

Qiu Lingfu whispered bitterly: "No."

Qiu Lingfu recalled that distant snow mountain, that quiet tomb covered with dust and past events.When I am fascinated by the things in front of my eyes, what else is there under the heavy snow that I have not noticed?He enjoys Ah Po's warmth on his own, but ignores himself.

He remembered that in the cave that was suffering from hunger and cold, he had inexplicably felt such a state of worrying about gains and losses. He was afraid of Ah Po's disappearance, just like he was afraid of death.

At that time, Ah Po also stayed motionless like this because he hadn't eaten for many days.

He also thought of how Ah Po jumped down from the top of the cave for himself, and before he jumped down without hesitation, how he listened to his own desperate cry and left heavily.

Qiu Lingfu said in a deep voice: "Duan Jingzhe once designed for us to eat a kind of noodle...but I ate that noodle too."

Ye Huihe shook his head: "With this person's martial arts, he can taste any poison in his mouth."

Qiu Lingfu brushed back A Po's hair with trembling hands, calling his name repeatedly: "A Po, A Po. Come and tell me... I beg you, I beg you!"

This is his humblest appearance.No one would have the heart to see him pleading, to give up the haughty posture he should have, and to lie on the ground like a speck of dust.

But he suddenly stopped talking.

He also begged Ah Po so humbly, begging him to take a look at him, begging him to take him away from cold and hunger, darkness and loneliness.

The back of Ah Po appeared in front of Qiu Lingfu's eyes. He seemed to be able to see how disordered his steps were when Ah Po left, and how his eyes were tearing apart when he couldn't see it.

At that time, Jing Zhe was covered in injuries. He sat on the chair, lazily took out a porcelain bottle, and showed a faint smile.That bottle contains Mu Rong's antidote...

Apo reached out and took it without thinking too much...

Qiu Lingfu stared at his hand for a long time, and it took him a long time to realize that it was full of tears.

He tightly clenched Ah Po's hand, as if he wanted to maintain the weak connection between the two.

"I never... really wanted to poison you." Other than that, he couldn't say anything more.

Ah Po has always been meticulous, is it only this time that he lost his sense of propriety?But in the arena, how can you lose the slightest sense of propriety?

It's because he himself is too weak and vents endlessly the dark fire in his heart, which makes Ah Po only care about bearing his own sharpness and unreasonableness, but he can't share his own pain with him.

Qiu Lingfu looked at Ah Po's face with tears in his eyes, but he seemed to be talking to himself: "You are all gone, I can't let you die. But crying is much easier than smiling. The chic days you mentioned, I can't make it through the day."

He said and asked softly: "But how many years are there in the future?"

He is not dead yet, maybe he can still hear his own voice, hear his own crying.He actually regretted it, he didn't want to see himself in grief, maybe Ah Po started to realize that even if the poison would put the people around him in danger, he still wanted to survive.

Because the one who survived is the one who will suffer forever.

Qiu Lingfu turned his head slightly, and asked Ye Huihe: "Are you really..."

"It can't be saved." Before he could finish speaking, Ye Huihe answered him cruelly again.

He paused, and then said lightly: "When will people understand that a kind of sex has never caused more than one person to die. This is why sex is called 'poison'."

He looked at Ah Po's calm face again, and murmured: "He is a smart man, but sometimes a smart man can't make a smarter choice."

Qiu Lingfu suddenly leaned down, kissed and licked Ah Po's lips.He hated himself for not being able to stop the tears, making the supposedly gentle kiss never taste bitter.

The fate of everyone in this world is in their own hands. Whether they live or die, get together or disperse depends entirely on themselves, and outsiders can't change it at all, just like I haven't been able to change Qiu Xinsu's decision from the beginning to the end, and I can't interfere with Ah. The harm done to himself under the tenderness and tolerance of the soul.

There is a waning moon outside the house, drifting in the sea of ​​stars.

In the lifeless room like a tomb, there was only a moonlight door open to Qiu Lingfu.The moonlight was too cool, so he shrank his legs and feet in the shadows, not wanting to be stained with the moonlight.

He just knelt on the ground, sometimes kissing Po's pulse, sometimes kissing his breath or heartbeat.

Ye Huihe left, disappeared in the boundless moonlight outside the house, and disappeared in the rivers, lakes and seas that engulfed everything.

Qiu Lingfu looked at Ah Po's face until dawn.

what else can I do?

It's dawn.

The warm sun shone on Ah Po's face, making his face seem to be blood-colored.

Qiu Lingfu looked at his face, looked at the sunshine on his face, stretched out his palm unconsciously, and touched it carefully.

His palm was full of sunlight, but Ah Po's face reflected the demon's black hand.Qiu Lingfu watched all this almost cruelly and indifferently, but his mood gradually calmed down.

He climbed onto the bed and buried his ears into Ah Po's chest, what he seemed to hear was the beating of his own heart.He held his wrist, feeling what seemed to be his own pulse.

This night was too long, and Qiu Lingfu seemed to have spent many years alone.

His eyes will never be clear again, and his voice will never be empty again.He finally kissed the corner of Ah Po's lips, then opened his eyes and asked Ah Po: "Ah Po, what do you want?"

Then he said to himself: "I see, Ah Po, I'm going to buy wine."

As he spoke, it was like waking up early in the morning to be someone else with his lover, merging into the boundless warm sun outside.

Qiu Lingfu didn't put on the curtain hat, and walked on the streets of Ziyu with his face facing the sky, but the strange thing was that no one noticed that it was him at this time.

The spring season is approaching, and the sun is everywhere.

Qiu Lingfu was comfortable all over, his soul was soaked in warm water, he was so lazy that he didn't even want to go back to that room.

Maybe I will soon forget the coldness of last night, and I will also forget that warm and cold person.

Qiu Lingfu bought a jug of good wine, but didn't go back.

The sun shines on the earth. The road in Ziyu is like a vast river, with golden light shining forever, pushing him to a distance that the storyteller never mentioned.