The sea of ​​suffering is boundless, it is me who turns back

53.

Braving the wind and snow, Long Xiao found Fu Ziqiu on the top of the mountain.

The man stood with his back to him, with the abyss under his feet, which reminded him of the farewell before Broken Sword Cliff.

They seem to be separated all their lives, and they have been together for more than 1000 years, but the time they have really been together is so short.

"Ziqiu," Long Xiao called him from behind, "Go back, the snow is getting heavier and heavier."

Fu Ziqiu covered his shoulders with the wind and snow. He was blown through and calmed down.He could hear the tolerance and begging implied in Long Xiao's voice, and he couldn't understand where this person's tolerance for him came from. Just because he had been Gu Zhizhou for 100 years, did he naturally accept Gu Zhizhou's betting feelings?

But he didn't want it, he felt sick, even sick.

Fu Ziqiu turned around and was stunned when he saw Long Xiao, the feeling of his heart tightening was very clear.

After such a short period of time, Long Xiao didn't know what he had experienced, he seemed to have been drained of energy and strength, his face was gray and white, his watery eyes were dim, and the wind and snow rolled over him, making him weak and vulnerable.

An uncontrollable panic spread in Fu Ziqiu's heart. It seemed that he had seen this face before him somewhere, not on Gu Zhizhou, but...but a long time ago.

He was like porcelain that would break anytime, and he wished he could be held in his arms to protect him.

While drinking the wind, Fu Ziqiu seemed to hear Long Xiao's hoarse voice, full of hard work and helplessness, begging in a low voice: "I am in so much pain, please kill me."

Fu Ziqiu frowned and bowed his body, holding his heart with five fingers.

Long Xiao rushed forward with his eyes wide open, as if he wanted to touch him but didn't dare to touch him, he asked eagerly beside him, "What's wrong with you?"

Heartbreaking.

This is Fu Ziqiu's only feeling.

"What's wrong with you? Can I help you?"

Fu Ziqiu shook off him and walked forward, staggering.

help him?I can't even take care of myself, what can I do to help him.

Long Xiao struggled to catch up, his face paled a little after running for a few steps, his lips completely lost all color, and he even gasped lowly as if he was overwhelmed.

Fu Ziqiu didn't want to care about him at all, but he heard the voice in his heart say: "Don't go any further, please, can you take a look at him, don't hurt him..."

Different from the crazy roar last time, this low-key plea is even more poignant.

Fu Ziqiu really stopped. He turned his head and saw the thin figure trekking in the snow, which almost merged with the scenery.

Is he wrong?Is he too much?Was he always hurting Long Xiao?

Seeing Fu Ziqiu waiting for him, Long Xiao immediately quickened his pace. He was anxious, the wind choked into his throat, his body ached again, and he couldn't help but want to cough.

"Go back first." Long Xiao suddenly stopped moving, "I... have something to do."

Fu Ziqiu felt that he was losing his nerve, so he turned around and walked away.

The voice said again: "Don't go! Go back!"

"What a motherfucker!"

Fu Ziqiu cursed, but turned back very obediently with his legs and feet: "What the hell are you..."

Then he saw Long Xiao sitting paralyzed in the snow, covering his mouth, and the bright red blood fell into the white snow along his fingers, like red plum blossoms blooming one after another.

He panicked and couldn't figure out who it was for, so he quickly ran over and grabbed Long Xiao's shoulder: "What happened?"

Long Xiao endured it to the extreme, coughed violently, and blood spurted out from his mouth and nasal cavity at the same time, it was very scary.Afraid of splashing on Fu Ziqiu, he shrunk his shoulders to hide, and said angrily, "No...it's okay..."

Regardless of dodging, Fu Ziqiu directly picked up the man, holding the bone lightly in his hand, like a leaf that would float away at any moment.

He is too thin.

Long Xiao lost his energy and lay his pillow on Fu Ziqiu's chest.

This is not the first time that Fu Ziqiu has hugged him, but there has never been a time that made him feel more hard-earned than now.

The blood-stained palm hangs down weakly, and the bloody red liquid drips all the way, looking for a way home along the snowy path.

·

When Fu Ziqiu gave Long Xiao spiritual power, he realized that the spiritual power in the other party's body was rioting.

He remembered that time when Long Xiao came out of hell and said to the demon: "I just woke up, and my spiritual power was restless and uncomfortable. Are you too?"

He didn't take this sentence to heart, thinking that Long Xiao had just been resurrected and didn't recover his strength, and he never thought about how a person who had been dead for 800 years now had a bloody body, how to bear such divine power.

Long Xiao didn't show anything, he just took it for granted that nothing happened, and he could even turn around and leave without hesitation.

If it's really okay, why would you stay away from the Three Realms and hide here to adjust your breath.

He also dragged the unspeakable pain to heal himself.

Fu Ziqiu finally felt guilty.

If he really left, Long Xiao would lie alone in the ice and snow and wake up naturally from a coma.

As soon as such thoughts came to mind, Fu Ziqiu couldn't help feeling distressed.

It's the same as the heartache on the top of the mountain without warning.

Why?Because this person has Gu Zhizhou's soul?

Fu Ziqiu looked at Long Xiao's drowsy and pale sleeping face in a daze, and at a certain moment, it coincided with the Gu Zhizhou he loved.

·

When Long Xiao woke up, the wind and snow had just stopped, and he had slept well this time, without dreaming, he opened his eyes and felt that his Qi and blood were much smoother.

"woke up?"

Fu Ziqiu's voice came from beside him, Long Xiao looked over in astonishment, only to realize that he was lying on his bed, and the memory on the top of the mountain came back little by little, and he sat up like a thunderbolt.

Fu Ziqiu handed over a cup expressionlessly, and asked, "Why didn't you tell me you weren't feeling well?"

Long Xiao glanced at his hands, the blood had been wiped clean.He took the cup and felt the water inside was warm: "I..."

say what?How to say?He is not the Gu Zhizhou who can cry in Fu Ziqiu's arms, so he has no right to complain about pain.

He drank the water in one gulp: "I'm fine."

Fu Ziqiu grabbed the cup and apologized to him: "I'm sorry, I was negligent."

"……what?"

Long Xiao thought he had heard it wrong, but he had always been able to bear it, and any pain was not obvious. If it wasn't for the fact that he couldn't bear it, others wouldn't want to see the slightest bit.He never thought of blaming, why did Fu Ziqiu apologize to him.

"Before I..." Fu Ziqiu said, "I was in a bad mood and hurt you. I'm sorry."

Long Xiao shook his head and said eagerly: "...No."

"Although I still can't accept that you are Gu Zhizhou, I will try to understand you. What happened yesterday will not happen again. What I said, you... If you take it to your heart, please pull it out."

Long Xiao slightly opened his eyes wide. Does Fu Ziqiu mean to shake hands with him?

Such a deep hatred, such a heart-wrenching curse, because of the mouthful of blood he vomited, just let it go so easily?

In fact, Fu Ziqiu didn't understand what he was thinking. It seemed that every time he hurt Long Xiao, there was always a voice that kept spinning in his mind, telling him that you would regret it one day.

He could even feel an inexplicable connection between himself and Long Xiao, as close as bones and flesh and blood, entwined and inseparable, and it was unbearable to remove any one piece.

He couldn't tell whether this feeling came from Long Xiao, Gu Zhizhou, or both.But he couldn't think of the reason. If it was Gu Zhizhou, he could say it was because of love, but what was the reason for Long Xiao?

Where did the feeling of hurting himself and hurting him come from...

·

A piece of snow outside the thatched hut was swept out, firewood was piled on it, and Long Xiao was sitting on the stone beside him grilling fish.

Fu Ziqiu couldn't eat the grilled fish that Long Xiao had been thinking about the day before yesterday because of his poor appetite, and it froze into a stick overnight.

Fortunately, the snow stopped and the sky cleared today, so he ran again.When they got to the river, the water froze, and Long Xiao slammed it down regardless.The shattered ice pierced the dragon's horns, and Chichi hurt, and he flicked his tail like a thump.

The fish meat has been grilled to a golden color, and it feels very crispy and fragrant.

I haven't eaten in 800 years. This is my first meal since I was reborn. Just looking at it gives me a sense of hunger that I haven't seen for a long time.

Long Xiao cleared his throat, turned his head and shouted into the room: "Ziqiu, the fish is ready!"

Fu Ziqiu folded his arms and stopped at the door, felt the knife-like north wind, and didn't know why the fire started and didn't go out: "Why don't you go inside and eat?"

"Ah." Long Xiao reacted, and trotted to hand the fish to Fu Ziqiu: "I'm afraid it will spoil the whole room, so you eat first."

Fu Ziqiu took it over. It was just this fish that Long Xiao had been thinking about since he went up the mountain. Those who didn't know it thought that eating it would make them immortal.

"You don't eat?"

"Then there are more, I caught a lot."

Long Xiao pointed to the fish on the snowdrift. Fu Ziqiu felt that the fish in the river were almost extinct.

Fu Ziqiu squatted down, with his butt touching the threshold, grabbed the stick and took a bite.

Long Xiao also knelt down, hugged his knees and stood on Xueliba to look at him, his eyes were shining, and he asked earnestly, "Is it delicious?"

It's hard to say whether it's delicious or not, the fragrance is quite fragrant, but it's tasteless, but you can also taste that the fish is tender, and it will definitely taste better if it is cooked in fish soup.

"Very good." Fu Ziqiu nodded and took another bite.

"Right, I've told you that the fish in Fanyun Mountain tastes really good. I haven't had a chance to bring you here. It's just a coincidence."

Fu Ziqiu didn't understand, why did he "always"?

"Huh?" Fu Ziqiu chewed and said, "Have you been here before?"

Long Xiao was obviously stunned, and when he knew that Fu Ziqiu was referring to Gu Zhizhou, he smiled twice as if covering up: "No, I just said it casually, highlighting that this fish is delicious."

"Oh."

Fu Ziqiu nodded, looked at the fish in his hand, and then at Long Xiao who was squatting in front of him.

"You..." He hesitated to point the unbitten half to Long Xiao: "Do you want to eat?"

Long Xiao shrank his neck and stood up: "I'll bake another one."

Fu Ziqiu ate the fish slowly, with his elbows on his knees, and his eyes fixed on Long Xiao.

He is very proficient in inserting fish, and he is also very proficient in grilling fish. The fish is delicious and just right. He probably practiced it when he led soldiers to fight and sleep in the open.I can still feel that Long Xiao is in a good mood, as if nothing happened from last night to today.

Long Xiao erected two sticks and put the fish in the middle.

The free hand rubbed it vigorously twice, stretched it out and baked it.

It was cold, and he couldn't help but his body had just recovered, but his hands were already red from the cold.But instead of feeling cold, I felt warm in my heart.

From the corner of his eye, he paid attention to the person squatting at the door and concentrating on gnawing fish. This person used to love fish and was picky, thinking about the golden carp in Yaochi every day.

Later, he just mentioned casually, saying that the place where he was born was a fairy mountain, and there was a river valley on the mountain, and the fish there tasted very good, and he would take him to taste it if he had the opportunity.

But at that time, Long Xiao had a lot of things to do, and he was so busy every day that he couldn't even see anyone.Later, wars started again, and the fighting lasted for many years, and this "opportunity" has come to this day.

Although I was late for many years, I did not break my promise.

In the past, he dared not promise too many things, fearing that he would not be able to do it, but thinking about it carefully, Qinghe never took the initiative to ask him for anything.

Qinghe.

In fact, Long Xiao's spiritual consciousness had not been completely eliminated when he first sealed the inner demon.It may also be because the Ni scale was not burned. In short, when Qinghe jumped into the fire of karma, he knew it.

But nothing can be done.

The despair was too deep for words to describe.

Trying to hug him, the surging lava burned his wings.Tried to drive him away, but he couldn't hear his own voice at all.He could only watch helplessly as that beautiful face and beautiful feathers were gradually destroyed in his hot blood.

In the end, the flesh was bloody, and the wings turned into empty skeletons, and the flesh was ugly.

Long Xiao felt that his feelings for Qinghe were too insignificant, he didn't even dare to say "like".

Qinghe is so smart, what should be done and what should not be done, this well-known emperor is in a high position, so many eyes are staring at him, the word "like" is too far away, for Long Xiao, what he needs is a A close companion is not a stumbling block in front of him, and this stone should not become his weakness.

But things like feelings can't be controlled.

Qinghe drenched in the karmic fire for three days desperately, his flesh and blood were disintegrated and reunited before he finally found the Nilin.

Long Xiao touched his heart, how many pure feathers, flesh and spirit remained in this body.

They already have me in you, and you in me.

He looked at Fu Ziqiu again, if Qinghe hadn't been a divine bird of the fire element, he would have been knocked out of his wits with that jump.Being reincarnated as a human is all delusion.

His life was saved by Qinghe, but now, Fu Ziqiu has completely forgotten who he is.

"I'll try to understand you."

The concession in this sentence is too strong, and those understandings are based on last resort.But Long Xiao didn't intend to let Fu Ziqiu know about Qinghe, since he has entered reincarnation, the past shouldn't be a fetter.What's more, if Fu Ziqiu knew that it was he who found Ni Lin with his own hands, Gu Zhizhou, and everything that followed, would probably really collapse.

So, even if they can't be Long Xiao and Qinghe now, they can't get along as Gu Zhizhou and Fu Ziqiu.Even if there is inescapable alienation and estrangement, it doesn't matter, the most important thing is for everyone to live well.

They are all people who have died once, and they all know what the other party wants most.

Facts have proved that you can't think about your thoughts when grilling fish, otherwise it will easily affect the taste.

Holding the scorched fish in his hand, Long Xiao stared and wondered whether he should eat it or not.

"It's mushy?" Fu Ziqiu came over with the half-eaten fish, and set it on fire to heat it up.

Long Xiao responded: "I didn't grasp the heat well."

"There's a fart, the wind blows." Fu Ziqiu was a little speechless: "Eat this, I didn't move this half."

Long Xiao glanced at him, a little nervous: "You don't like food?"

"No, it's cooled by the wind."

"Then you can eat it while it's hot, I... bake it again."

"Are you very hungry?" Fu Ziqiu looked at Long Xiao, feeling that he was starting to swallow his saliva.His eyes naturally fell on Long Xiao's forehead, the corner of his forehead was a little red, why didn't he see it just now: "Why is his forehead red?"

"Red?" Long Xiao didn't feel anything.

Fu Ziqiu nodded, and subconsciously stretched out his hand to touch it. When his fingertips touched the cold skin, there seemed to be a string of spiritual currents that "boomed" along his fingers and spread all over his body.

"...?"

Long Xiao shrank his neck a little uncomfortably, and the place Fu Ziqiu touched couldn't help but feel scorching hot.

gosh...

Long Xiao covered his forehead in a disfigured manner, and a piece of tender flesh slipped out from between his fingers.

Light gold, looks quite soft.

"You..." Fu Ziqiu was stunned: "Jiao?"