dying person

Seven. Lou Li

Lou Li met the teenager Meng Changying when he was 25 years old.

I don't know how big he is, a small one, thin and weak, lifeless, like a dead man, exuding the breath of a fiasco.

It's not like a child.he thinks.

Lou Li's parents died in the war, he entered the dark pavilion when he was seven years old, and now he has become the leader of the dark pavilion.

No one knows how much suffering and hardship during this period.

Nie Yao threw Meng Changying in the secret cabinet, and didn't say how to deal with it. He probably just let him resign himself to fate. If he was just a cowardly waste, he should have died long ago.

He should not be given a few more days to live.

Lou Li approached the child who was curled up on the tattered mat, and just about to take a closer look at the situation, he saw him turn over by himself, staring at him blankly.

Neither speak nor cry.Don't panic, don't hope.

Lou Li thought it was interesting, so he stood where he was, and looked at him condescendingly.

I saw the child lowered his head slowly, silently looking at the slightly dirty, but obviously new clothes on his body, and covered his stomach with the layer of fabric.

It could be seen that he had used some strength, and the material of the clothes leaked from the bluish-white knuckles.

Lou Li couldn't help thinking, is he in pain?

Thoughts were rare and fleeting, Lou Li was not surprised by his abnormality, but just stood there with his arms folded, his face as silent as a Buddha bell.

I'm very hungry.

Lou Li heard Meng Changying's voice for the first time, he heard him say: I'm so hungry.

He thought he was just in pain.

With a slight arc in his eyes, he said: Then get up, look like a man, and go to eat.

The child staggered to his feet.First crawled, then knelt, supported with hands, and finally stood up.

The legs stood up abnormally, step by step, crooked.

Although they try their best to pretend to be the same, ordinary people can see through the truth at a glance.

But ordinary people don't speak clearly, their eyes and small voices are more powerful than loud words.

But there are no ordinary people here.

There are no ordinary people in the dark pavilion.

Lou Li didn't say anything, he walked ahead, step by step very slowly.

He didn't need to intervene in this, the ants of the ants should be dealt with by the ants.

He climbed to the top of purgatory, and the honor and life and death behind the sun have already been enjoyed endlessly.

I don't need to struggle anymore, I can live on.

I am used to seeing life and death and injustice, and the dark and smelly blood on my hands can no longer be washed clean.

It seems to see another self, at the age when he should be embraced by his mother, has suffered all the suffering and injustice destined from the moment of birth, and can only stop on the road to Huangquan until death.

I thought my heart was already as hard as a rock, but loneliness seeped out of it.

Miserable people are everywhere in the world, Lou Li thinks it's just sad, but there are very few poor people.

Lou Li stood on a high platform and never watched with a cold eye.

From that moment on that day, he actually felt unbearable and pity.

Lou Li thought it was fate, and he accepted it calmly, even if he died under it one day, he would accept it silently.

A prophecy.

Nie Yao had a different heart, and Lou Li was the sword of the Seven Emperors.

It's just that they didn't expect that the brothers who used to be like brothers would turn against each other overnight.

The Seven Emperors were the biggest obstacle for Nie Yao to ascend the dragon chair. After the death of the Seven Emperors, Nie Yao became the most favored heir apparent.

The old emperor was emptied, drinking and drinking all day long, singing and singing every night, and became a ridiculous puppet emperor.

Nie Yao was supposed to be an assistant in charge of the government, but in fact he held the great power in his hands. At that time, all the other parties were killed, the government and the opposition were dispersed, everyone was in danger, and no one dared to say no.

Heaven has changed.

Da Chen is already Nie Yao's Da Chen.

Lou Li silently looked at the red sword blade piercing through his chest, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, whether it was irony or understanding.

Lou Li is always used to having a calm face, because it is easier to survive this way.

Even in death, he will not change.

He is the sword of the Seven Emperors, and when the Seven Emperors die, the sword should be broken.

It's not that he never thought about using Nie Yao's blood to cleanse the sword of the Seven Emperors, to comfort the souls of the dead, and to use up the last ounce of friendship between the swordsmith and the sword.

It's not that he didn't think about it, after Nie Yao died, he would take that child back to his hometown. Although the place is not very rich, no one will explore the past.

With a few acres of Susukida and a light boat, the house covers the riverside.On rainy days, he held him in his arms and leaned against the window to listen to the rain, watching the river being broken and disturbed. On sunny days, he cuddled closely with him, went boating on the river, picked lotus pods with his hands, peeled off the lotus seeds, and fed them into his mouth.

Although the first half of his life was too hard, he would give him warmth, watching the sun heat up the pale face in his memory, watching the eyes that never smiled crookedly looking at him, and then he would gently hug him He whispered in his ear: Changying, let's forget the past.

We forget whether we were good in the past, from now on I will be with you, you will be with me, we will all be happy.

Even if you are not nice to me, I will be nice to you, and I will give you everything I have.

I just want to watch you wake up at sunrise every day, and hold you to sleep by candlelight at night.

I just want to see only me in your eyes, and no one else, so please tell me.

Looking at the confused face in front of him, Lou Li asked softly in his heart.

The low voice is enough to bring the thoughts back to the past, but I am afraid that the past will not be clean, and the flood will come to my face like a beast, and the pain will be scalded in my heart again.

Intimidated.What a contradiction.

The sword shook violently, and he felt pain when he pulled his chest. He sighed helplessly, stretched out his hand to wrap the bloodless knuckles holding the hilt into his palm, and rubbed his thumb subconsciously.

Then looking at the pale face, he couldn't help reaching out and touching it.

Looking at the sudden red, fresh red, it will turn black when blown by the wind.

He said: Can you be lighter next time?The stab was too deep.

He said: I was in pain because of the shaking so much.

He said: Changying, is your heart warm?

He said: I use my blood to warm it up, okay?

In fact, he wanted to say, don't be afraid.

Don't be afraid, I don't blame you.won't kill you either.

My life, if you want it, I will give it to you.

I'm just worried that after I leave, no matter how cold your hands are, I won't be able to keep you warm.

I don't want to see you have a bad life, I'm afraid to see you alone.

If you don't kill me, how can you explain to Nie Yao, if you are willing to go with me... I don't blame you for not choosing me.

You just can't help yourself.

I only blame myself. If I had made up my mind not to miss power, maybe I could have taken you away.

Will you come with me.

It's a pity, not at the beginning.

Covering Meng Changying's hands, he pulled out the sword, splashing out a string of blood beads, which fell into the yellow dust, scarred and weathered.

Heart broken, unable to live on.

After the severe pain, he said: Your mission is completed, and when you get back, tell Nie Yao... that I am dead.

To die is to never see each other again.

His stubborn and obedient child, he will never see again.

Regardless of the blood gushing out and the pain pouring in, Lou Li stared blankly at the thin figure standing in the wind, as if he was extremely reluctant to let go, and wanted to add one last trace to the already deep place in his heart.

Slowly move your lips, and say your final goodbye word by word: I'm leaving.

As he turned and strode away, his expression finally broke.

I can't help but feel sad.

After all, no match for fate.

After all, I still didn't say the phrase I love you.

When I saw you for the first time.