Envy

Meng Tou remembered that under his unremitting letter offensive, he received a reply letter from Yan Zhaohan in the summer when he was 17 years old.There are two letters, and the letters are not long.What is written in it is the summer scene of Fulian.The brush strokes are warm and refreshing, and you can read it calmly.Meng Tou could imagine him sitting by the lotus pond and flipping through books leisurely.

Meng Tou almost tore through the three letters, but the yearning still couldn't be appeased.

He fell in love and killed with moving love for a year, and finally lost.He felt that he really couldn't write that kind of crooked and exaggerated love letter.

Meng Tou wrote: "I am happy with you, marry me, I beg you."

In that letter, he only wrote such a sentence.He secretly painted several portraits of Yan Zhaohan, all after he woke up from a dream.He bound one of the volumes, sandwiched the letter, and handed it to the messenger together.

He would never see Yan Zhaohan again, he was going to die.All he dreamed about was Yan Zhaohan, his ink-dyed eyebrows, affectionate eyes, light-colored lips, and snow-white neck.Even though he was... naked, he breathed hot air in his ear, with a moist murmur.Those in the dream were lingering, like water, trying to drown him.

At the age of 17, he already had his own independent room, and Midsummer Night was lonely and long.

As long as he imagined those dreams, he felt hot all over.Feeling ashamed when self-blasphemy, pursing the lip line, the gray sky outside the window, night stars can be seen when it is sunny.Closing his eyes, what he saw was Yan Zhaohan's gentle expression and bright black eyes.

He calmly felt that he was going crazy.In other words, he was so addicted to the point that he couldn't even detect it, and the sliver of reason left was used to confirm that he was crazy.

He vents his energy with practicing swords.Stay at the trial ground every night until the latest.

He was waiting for Yan Zhaohan's reply.He counted the days and the months, from summer to autumn, from autumn to winter.Wait until his sword is covered with frost and snow.Yan Zhaohan never replied.

Meng Tou went back to the bamboo building to meet his master.Daoist Xuchang opened his eyes and glanced at him, then asserted: "You are in pain."

yes.He is in pain.Not only for Yan Zhaohan, but also for the uncertain future and the unfilled void in his heart.Along the way, he always felt that something was missing.What was missing, he didn't know.

Daoist Xuchang said: "Tou'er, you have been like this since you were young. You never value everything, but you take everything very seriously. Walking your own path, you seem to be very firm, but you don't know what you want. What. No one can control your thoughts, but your heart, which has never been calmed down, has been shaken."

He should be clear that Yan Zhaohan has an aura that can calm him down.As long as you stand by his side, no matter how restless your heart is, you will calm down.So Meng Tou longed for him.Longings like never before.

When the winter solstice came, he gave up.

That day he invited his brothers to Zhao Lincheng to drink a few bowls of hot wine and eat a few bowls of extravagant lamb chop noodles.The bowl of wine was so strong and spicy that it made his eyes red.When they came back and crossed the street, they saw a newly opened restaurant with a nice name, Qinyuelou.

The thin man who was soliciting business at the door had white powder on his face and red lips.The men passing by under the steps couldn't help casting curious glances inward.A high-ranking official came out of it with his hands behind his back, cursing: "The whole fucking is a man. What are you playing with me!"

Meng Tou was still drunk, and he wanted to go in to watch the fun with vain steps, but was dragged away by Li Xingfeng and Jiang Yi alone.

Meng Tou didn't drink much, but he drank a little too much that time, walked a bumpy mountain road, and vomited after returning.Fortunately, he tasted alright, he didn't talk nonsense and didn't drink like crazy, so Li Xingfeng and the others threw him on the bed.

It was windy at night, and the cold wind blew in from the window, messing up the stack of rice paper on the table, and the used letter paper fluttered down like snowflakes.Xue Ye closed the window, and a piece of letter paper fell at his feet.He picked it up and saw that there were only a few words on it.

Meng Tou's running script has always been written in a chic and vigorous way.It seems that what he wrote was not a letter, he wrote "When will Ming".There were traces of accidentally drawn with a brush on the rice paper.Xue Ye couldn't figure out, did Feng Ming mean Feng Mingliang?On the way back to the room, he told Jiang Yi about it.

Jiang Yi replied: "Meng Tou probably hasn't finished writing. What he wants to write is probably 'When will the moon shine'."

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That winter, Mu Su decided to hold a birthday banquet for Patriarch Bei Tuan.Patriarch Bei Tuan is Mu Su's founding patriarch, and it is said that he has ascended to the Tao.It is better to say that it is a birthday feast than a sacrifice.

This has some influence on Mu Su's disciples.The birthday banquet is at the end of the year, and all disciples have to stay until the first day of the new year before returning home.There were many complaints among the disciples.

It was near the end of the year that Meng Tou found out that Mu Su's elders wanted to use this birthday banquet to reconnect with Shen Gui.

It's not been a year or two since Mu Su and Shen Gui fought against each other, and the two sects dislike each other.At that time, Uncle Nishizawa proposed to ease the relationship between the two sects.But according to Shuhan's temperament, he will definitely not bow his head first, so Mu Mi plans to give in first, and invite Shen Gui to participate in the birthday banquet of the two common ancestors.

Yan Shuhan won't take this face off, and fight against Mu Su in court, in the eyes of outsiders, it's like dog eat dog.At that time, he privately re-converted, showing Mu Su's color, and the outsiders also saw enough excitement.

Over the past ten years, things have changed rapidly.The so-called decent families are always inadvertently annihilated in the eyes of the world.Celebrities are gone.At that time, the Huanling sect had already emerged, and the famous sect, under the banner of supporting justice, wiped out the Huanling faction. However, they flattered Xiqie Palace and Menghua Palace, which were the originators of the Huanling faction, in every possible way, and turned a blind eye to their bad deeds.

Only Mu Mi and Shen Gui still have a huge skeleton, but they are actually in danger.

That was the darkness of the world that Meng Tou didn't understand at the time, good and evil no longer confronted each other, but depended on each other and depended on each other.

Mu Su's elders still had a little illusion that if they were close to Shen Gui, they might be able to suppress those surging undercurrents, and maybe they could help the world.

This coincided with Yan Shuhan's thoughts, and he was happy to find a way to go down.

This year, he brought his children and some of his favorite apprentices to Mu Mi for a banquet.

To Meng Tou's surprise, Yan Zhaohan also came.He thought that a cold-natured person like Yan Zhaohan would not want to participate in such messes.He didn't have any hope, Yan Zhaohan came to Shen Gui, and when he came, he walked beside Yan Qingheng, wearing white clothes, a bit eye-catching among a group of people in splendid clothes.

The clothes are commoner clothes, too plain, without any patterns.

He also looks good in white clothes, so Meng Tou only thinks it looks good, and doesn't feel anything wrong.

Uncle Nishizawa led the people to the lobby in person. Yan Zhaohan was walking on the side of the railing when passing through the corridor.Meng Tou and the others had finished their morning class, still holding books in their hands, watching them walk by.

Yan Zhaohan suddenly raised his eyes to look at him, his eyes were empty and there was nothing.A Taoist cloth is tied on his forehead, and the cloth scarf hangs between his hair, one long and one short.

Meng Tou's heart ached.

That is filial piety.