Travel thousands of miles in my life

"I've never seen such a careless guest like you. You leave as soon as you say, and you don't even know you forgot your luggage." The old accountant bent down and took out two small bundles from the bottom drawer of the counter. He said at the same time: "You left these two, the old man has been waiting for you to come back to pick them up."

The young man took it over. One of these two packages belonged to him and the other belonged to Yan Wuxin.When his fingertips touched one of the square corners, he immediately knew it was his own, because there was a thick notebook stuffed inside.

"Guests, take an inventory of the belongings inside. The old man hasn't touched anything." Seeing that the young man in front of him was still motionless, the old accountant reminded him kindly: "If something is lost, it may still be in the drawer. It fell out when I took it."

"No, I didn't doubt what you meant," the young man came back to his senses and said hastily, "Please open a room first."

"The guest came just in time, and there is the last room." The old accountant recorded in his mouth, and when he raised his head, he accidentally caught a glimpse of the young man's face, and said in surprise: "Guest, are you sick?" , why is your face so white?"

This young guest's complexion was pale, but his lips were scarlet and a little scary.It didn't show much when standing in the sun just now, but now standing in the shadows with the backlight gives some eerie feeling for no reason.This young man's facial features are good-looking, but his complexion is really bad.

Just like a ghost coming out of the blue sky, the old accountant shuddered at the thought of this place, and said with concern: "There is a mirror over there, you might as well take a look for yourself."

He pointed to the bronze mirror on the water basin not far away. The young man raised his head and looked around blankly, as if he had suddenly realized it, and smiled, "Thank you for your concern, old man. I just feel dizzy after a long exposure .”

"Ajiye's sky is like this, and you have to expose it to the sun from time to time." The old accountant looked at the scorching sun shining brightly in the sky outside, and took out a sign from the counter drawer: "The second floor is the far left, don't go wrong. .”

"Thank you." The young man nodded and replied absent-mindedly. He didn't know where his mind was going, so he took the sign and went upstairs.The old accountant looked at the young man's back, secretly said something strange, but didn't take it to heart.

The young man was Wen Shuqiu who came here to retrieve the old things, and he was truly relieved until he actually touched the two small bundles in his hands.

Yan Wuxin's package was safely placed on the other side and never moved again.Wen Shuqiu was not curious about what was in his luggage, it was nothing more than some clothes, at most there was a small wine jug.

He spread his burden and took out the square notebook.The young man's fingers caressed the cover of the book. The thick and familiar paper had long been worn out, and it was not sticky at all. Instead, it was like a relative who suddenly saw its owner like a cat.

There are some bumps on the paper, if it was changed a few months ago, he would not have been able to recognize it, but now he is extremely sensitive to these subtle marks.

The young man's fingertips slid across those seemingly irregular marks—they were drawn on a whim when he was binding this book, and he read it with a smile: "The world is not dusty, the sea is not bitter, and the sea is not bitter. I suffer from the dust."

There is no such thing as the world or the sea of ​​suffering, and all the suffering of the world comes from the heart that cannot be liberated.

That was him before trying to persuade him now.Wen Shuqiu opened the first page of the book, and he closed his eyes on purpose, just to feel the scenery he left behind.

On the first page, Wen Shuqiu drew a picture of his mother, who specially begged her to wear the most beautiful pearl hairpin.The mother was very happy, with a gentle and friendly smile on her always dignified face, and he also used the paintbrush in his hand to fix that moment into eternity.

On the second page, when he went to Nanzhou, he happened to bump into the temple rush every five years. The magnificent scene at that time is still unforgettable. Looking back, the noise seems to be still in his ears.

The third page.......

Pages of paper were gently turned by plain white hands, and the autumn geese and water, cold stars and moon, and the small town covered in snow that the youth had seen in the past were unfolded one by one.

Without saying a word, the candle had already secretly lit up the room.

Nearly a hundred thin leaflets are his seven-year life.It was finished in just a short moment, and Wen Shuqiu suddenly felt a little funny, because there were four small characters at the corner of each page - don't worry.At that time, I didn't dare to imagine the dark days, so I had to use this clumsy way to persuade myself not to panic and not to be sad.

On the last page, a person is drawn.

Wen Shuqiu's smile gradually melted at the corner of his mouth, becoming bigger and happier.The young man with warm brows couldn't help but smile and bend his eyes. He was extremely happy at this moment, as if he had fallen into a honeypot, swollen and sweet.

His dull eyes were unexpectedly full of affection, and he touched the portrait with some embarrassment.

The man in the painting has a handsome face, and he is staring at the person who wrote the pen with raised eyebrows. Although it is just plain lines, you can still see the tenderness in the man's eyes.At that time, I didn't realize that the man looked at him like this...

After a long time, the young man can't tell whether it is because he has feelings in his heart, so the people in the painting have more feelings, or there are other more hidden reasons, and the reasons should be left for future consideration.

Then Wen Shuqiu caressed his closed eyes somewhat disappointedly, but under those warm eyelids were a pair of eyes that could not see like night bats.It was only at this time that I realized what a wise decision it was to draw everything, the young man thought with some self-mockery.

Ever since I found out that I couldn't see, all the memories began to gradually fade like a tide, from no longer vivid to gradually blurred, it only took half a month.Such a change made Wen Shuqiu terrified. He worried that he would just forget everything. He remembered where he had been and what kind of people he had seen, but he no longer remembered the beautiful scenery and the people he loved. This is the most painful thing. up.

Such conjectures are like a heavy shackle, deeply imprisoning the hearts of young people.He couldn't help but wonder, was this a punishment?He was looking forward to the future and happiness too much, that's why he felt such pain now.

The youth was perplexed and unable to make sense of it.After a while, he fell back as if discouraged, and muttered: "Go with it."

The candles were blown out by the wind, and the night in Ajiye was not cold, but even more so in the dry heat with some scent of powder and indescribable meaning.

In the middle of the night, a few whispers broke the long silent night.The huge hall was full of people, and a wooden frame stood in the empty center.There are knives, daggers and basins next to the shelf, and everyone knows the function of those utensils.

Sitting on the high seat was a handsome man, who was smiling and whispering greetings to the court envoy sitting on the left.Not long after, the man glanced at the hourglass beside him, and said seriously: "It's almost time, let's take blood."

"Yes," a tall man wearing a grimace mask ordered, "Tie him to the rack." Several men in gray escorted a young man in a green shirt to the front of the hall, and escorted him to kneel on the ground. In front of the main seat, the man rested his chin and looked at the man with his head down jokingly, and said to the envoy with a smile, "Your Majesty Wang doesn't know something, this is your Majesty's good medicine."

The short and fat envoy wiped the sweat from his forehead, looked carefully at the kneeling man and said, "This is clearly a person, how could it be a good medicine?"

"Of course I want to take his heart and soul." Prince Gong smiled coldly, "As long as there is this person's blood, Your Majesty will be cured of his illness. Isn't Lord Wang afraid?"

The envoy's face was pale. Before he came to the desert, he had secretly investigated it, especially the fact that Wei Congrong was arresting people in private.Thinking of that person's identity, he now has white sweat all over his back, even his own bastard can be used to kill and get medicine, King Gong Wei Calong is simply a devil to the letter.

Although he thought this way in his heart, he dared not show it on the official face. He forced a smile and said: "Where is it, does your Highness not know how to step down from office? It's just that the wind blows at night and you catch a cold and have a headache. Thank you. Don't worry about it, please worry about it."

"It turned out that the king didn't take good care of it," Wei Congrong said with a smile that was not a smile, "Master Wang, let's take a good look at how to take blood, or describe it carefully in front of His Majesty."

"Should be, should be." The envoy didn't dare to say more, took a sip of tea.Prince Gong squinted at him with his long and narrow eyes, and sneered inwardly when he saw the short fat man's trembling hand that could barely hold the tea bowl.

"Jiuxian, take blood." He ordered to a man standing in the corner below.

The man covered his face with a veil, only showing a pair of black and white eyes, holding a small dragon-scale dagger in his hand, he rushed to the two people on the steps to salute, and then dragged the kneeling man to the front of the frame.

The two ghost-faced men who had been waiting in front of the wooden frame pulled up the young man and tied him to the frame. At this moment, the young man began to struggle slightly.His bewildered eyes gradually widened, showing a look of horror, and a scream was stuck in his throat.

"save--"

Before he could finish speaking, a ball of cloth was stuffed into his mouth by one of them. The young man kept struggling, but he couldn't escape from the shackles.

"It's most effective if you take it alive." Wei calmly smiled and explained to the envoy beside him.

This sentence was obviously heard by the young man, and he looked at the masked man holding a sharp knife in disbelief and despair.

"Please..." He muttered indistinctly, Jiuxian raised his eyes and glanced at him, with some complicated thoughts in his eyes but he didn't slow down the movements in his hands.

In the eyes of the young man, the dagger seemed to be slowed down, and it was slashing towards him little by little, as if it would break open his chest and take away the heart immediately.

In this great fear, the young man's eyes widened, his throat choked, and he lost his voice.

The next moment, there was a sudden change!

The author has something to say:

Small Theater·About Qiuqiu’s heart:

The villain in Qiuqiu's heart: I want to find Lao Yan, I like him, the one I like.

Shackles: I don't think the plot is there yet.

Villain: Uh... (angry