Envy

Meng Tou fell ill.

Since he returned to Muxi, he has been anxious and busy every day, holding a lamp and reading the case files at night. He is often busy until five o'clock, when he is too sleepy to keep his eyes open before falling asleep on the desk.It's been cold these few days, he has caught a cold for some reason, and his throat is so sore that he can't speak.

After nightfall, Fei Yu would visit him with hot soup.This night, he went to bed early, with his head resting on his circled arms.

Fei Yu covered him with a cloak, and leaned over to look at the man's face.When he was asleep, he was also frowning, his long eyelashes trembling slightly, and he looked a little uneasy.Fei Yu unconsciously reached out to brush his slightly messy forehead hair, and inadvertently noticed that his forehead was hot.

Fei Yu shook his arm anxiously, and he opened his eyes wearily.Fei Yu gestured for a while, thinking that he was in a state of confusion at the moment, so he half pulled and half supported him to the bed.

Meng Tou followed him with sleepy eyes, probably because his body was too heavy, and he leaned against the pillow when he reached the edge of the bed.Fei Yu bent over to take off his boots for him, and he bent his legs back after a while.

Fei Yu wanted to fetch a basin of cold water, but just as she turned around, Meng Tou grabbed her wrist tightly.He closed his eyes and murmured something.Fei Yu sat on the edge of the bed and listened to his sleep talk.

He said: "Don't go..." He repeated this sentence, frowning, and then his voice was choked with sobs.

Fei Yu lowered her head and kissed his eyebrows, gently opened his fingers, poured cold water, and put a cold towel on his forehead.

Fei Yu took care of everything, blew out the candles, went to the bed and covered Meng Tou with a quilt.Then his waist was imprisoned, and he spun around for a while, and he fell on the bed, with his head resting in Meng Tou's arms.

He didn't know where this sick man got the strength to hold him, his heart was beating happily, and he hesitated for a while before reaching out to wrap his arms around Meng Tou's waist.

Meng Tou's embrace was also hot, and there was a faint fragrance of incense on his body.He didn't settle down until Fei Yu hugged him.

Outside the unfinished curtain, a bright moonlight falls into the bookstore.The shadows of the branches falling on the bamboo frame swayed.Meng Tou's breathing was calm and long.

Fei Yu closed her eyes.

Get what you want.

I don't know if Yan Shaojun can sleep peacefully tonight.

However, at this moment, Yan Zhaohan, who was far away in Xiaoyang, was still awake, wearing a long silver and white peony cloak, and followed Su Chuo through the dark and damp dungeon of the Jiang family.

The servant's lamp illuminated a corner of the cell, and countless corpses stretched out their rotting arms from the iron sill.They have no pupils, stooped bodies, and covered with corpse spots.The whole lower cell smelled of decaying corpses.

It wasn't the first time he saw a corpse man, but it was the first time he saw such a corpse man trapped in a small dungeon.They were crowded together with almost no space between them.

In the past, Su Chuo recruited all the strange people in the world into the Ming Jue Sect, and these people later refined corpses and controlled spirits, causing people to suffer.

The youngest corpse man looked no more than eight years old. Standing in the iron sill, he stretched out his arm that had rotted so much that a piece of bone was exposed, and looked at him with eyes without pupils.

"The corpses here all come from Baixi Village, Fengyang." Su Chuo smiled faintly, and looked at Yan Zhaohan, "Brother, do you know why these people came here?"

Yan Zhaohan looked at the corpses and didn't answer.

"They are all voluntary. Because of the chaos in the world and the famine, they are willing to sell themselves as slaves for my use."

Yan Zhaohan sneered, "Is this child voluntary?"

Su Chuo followed his gaze and looked down at the child: "This child was sold here by his parents."

Su Chuo continued: "Senior brother, in this world, no one's life is cheap. You don't have to worry about these things. You are stepping on the backbone of the dead."

The child crouched down with his thin body among the surging corpses, stretched out his hand, his face was pressed against the iron sill and deformed, his arms shook for a while, and finally reached Yan Zhaohan's clothes.

"I think you're mistaken." He frowned slightly, took a step back and pulled back the hem of his clothes, and said coldly, "I'm not upset by it. But I don't want to stay for a long time."

The two walked back, Su Chuo smiled: "I thought you had been with Meng Tou for a long time, and you also wanted to help the world with him."

At this time, a servant ran down the stone steps in a hurry, and said to Su Chuo: "The lord has lost his temper, and he refuses to have dinner right now, young master, go and have a look."

Su Chuo became anxious when he heard this, and scolded "a bunch of waste", and asked the servant to arrange a guest room for Yan Zhaohan, and then left with the servant who came to report.

Yan Zhaohan walked to the top of the stone steps and looked back, those corpses were still whining in the endless night.

The servant with the lamp led him the way: "Young Master, let's go."

……

I don't know since when, the days after parting have become torment.He is used to Meng Tou hugging him for lunch in summer, making lotus seed porridge for him, sitting on the small couch and reading idle books.With Meng Tou gone, even the yard became a little empty.

Before leaving, Meng Tou named his cat.

He never thought about naming the cat before, he just thought that if he kept it, he would keep it.But Meng Tou said that it would be more intimate to choose a name, so he chose "Sitou" without thinking.

But he couldn't yell out, and he thought that even if he yelled out, the cat wouldn't know it was calling him.

The cat is close to Meng Tou, and always ignores others.He had found it from the haystack by the lake earlier, and wanted to pick it up, but was almost scratched by it.His cat is defenseless against Meng Tou and likes to snore in Meng Tou's arms.

Meng Tou often came to brush the lotus with Huo Zhi, and he stayed for as short as ten days, as long as one month, and stayed the longest in summer.

In retrospect, this should be the tenderest memory of his youth.Later, I always walked in a hurry, and never lived such a leisurely life again, eating sunflower seeds and listening to operas, enjoying the painting boat and setting off lotus lanterns, crossing the street to buy mung bean cakes, and going to bookstores to pick up books.

Meng Tou loves to make trouble.He likes to be quiet, but he accompanied him all the way.

Meng Tou had no scruples at all, sometimes he took him on the ride, and sometimes he took his hand and walked down the street, living an open life, never afraid of anyone's eyes.

He was apprehensive about Shen Gui, he would not be too close to Meng Tuo in front of others.But later this worry came true.

This autumn, after Meng Tou left, rumors spread everywhere.The rumor finally reached Yan Shuhan's ears.

Yan Shuhan made him kneel in the ancestral hall, beat him with a whip, and asked him if it was just a rumor.

"It's not a rumor," he said.

Afterwards, Ren Yan Shuhan whipped, bit his pale lips and remained silent.