The scumbag brother is finally accepted

Surrounded by heavy black.

The whole body is sinking, as if falling into the abyss that will never see the sun, as if falling into the bottomless sea of ​​death.

All the breath was deprived, as if a hand was choking the neck, and countless hands were tightly grasping the ankles, pulling the whole body down.Pulled into the abyss, pulled into the dead sea, pulled into the endless hell.

He is a sinner with bloody hands, he is in love with the devil, he does not belong here but is willing to sink.

He was still falling.

He is Shen Mengzhuang and also Shen Meng.

All identities and memories are intertwined in the mind.

He saw his eldest sister smiling at him, and he saw his father beating him all over the room with a stick.

He saw that his parents ignored him, and he saw relatives and elders pointing fingers.

Messy sounds, like a busy city, echoed one after another in my ears.

Eldest sister's, parents', parents'.

He is Shen Mengzhuang's and Shen Meng's.

False and false, true and false.

There are countless evil hands grabbing his limbs and sleeves, smearing endless filth and filth on his body.Like a playful child smearing the dirt from his hands on a neat white shirt, big and small handprints are brazenly branded on his body and soul.

Whether as Shen Mengzhuang or Shen Meng.

However, amidst the numerous noises, there was a voice that seemed to break through the ground, pushing through the crowds and rushing towards Shen Mengzhuang.

That voice was as pure as a spring in a mountain, and it seemed that it was going to use up all its energy to shout:

"Brother!"

Shen Mengzhuang suddenly opened his eyes, and there was a dark night in front of him, without any light.

Suddenly a ray of sky light shot down, enclosing his whole body in the light.

He saw Lu Qingyuan smiling at him.

The boy had his hair tied in a high ponytail, his head tilted and his eyes squinted, and his smile was bright and bright.

She only smiled at him, just because of him, whether it was Shen Mengzhuang or Shen Meng.

From body to soul, just because it is him.

The young man smiled and shouted loudly:

"Brother! Come back quickly!"

"The peach blossoms are blooming!"

It's the boy he loves so much, every frown and smile makes his heart beat.

In a daze, he returned to Anxu Peak, he and Lu Qingyuan only had each other.

The young man is either shy, groaning, laughing, or coquettish.

The eyes are always so warm, so sincere, so touching.

The boy kept calling.

"Brother! Why don't you come?"

"Brother..."

"Brother!"

"Senior brother and brother!"

"I like you the most!"

Tears poured out of the corners of his eyes like broken beads, Shen Mengzhuang raised his arms with difficulty, trying to catch the boy's figure.

The light gradually dimmed, like a dying candle in the cold wind.

He stretched out his hand and struggled desperately, trying to grab the boy.

However, his body kept sinking.

The sky was dim, and the boy's figure gradually disappeared.

He prayed in his heart, don't go, don't go...

The boy still looked at him and smiled, the smile gradually darkened in the dissipating light, gradually merging with the night.

No more, can't see clearly.

He can't catch it anymore.

Surrounded by endless darkness.

He is no longer a teenager.

There is no more Shen Mengzhuang in the world.

After returning from Tianye Temple, Lu Qingyuan walked back and forth in the Que Palace like a walking corpse.

Sleeping hall, side hall, Taolin, all the places he and Shen Mengzhuang have been to, they searched repeatedly.

He was like a child who lost something he loved, muttering incessantly.

"Where? Where did you hide?"

"He was still there just now?"

Xiaohua couldn't bear to see Lu Qingyuan's distraught appearance, she stepped forward to support him with red eyes, choked up and said, "Your Majesty, don't be like this, Xiaohua looks uncomfortable. Brother Shen...Brother Shen, he definitely can't bear to see you sad... "

Hearing Shen Mengzhuang, Lu Qingyuan finally had a slight reaction on his face.The empty and lifeless eyes seemed to be thrown into a stone, which stirred up the waves of the dead pool.

He grabbed Xiao Hua's shoulders like he was grabbing driftwood in the water, the smile on his face twisted, and his voice trembled:

"You said he couldn't bear to look at it, so would he feel distressed? Would he feel distressed about me?"

"definitely."

Xiao Hua's eyes were red, and she answered while holding back her tears.

"Brother Shen likes you so much. If you look like this, he will definitely feel bad."

"Then he..."

A trace of surprise and joy flashed across Lu Qingyuan's face, but he was afraid that this expectation would be disturbed.Leaning closer to Xiao Hua, she asked anxiously in a low voice, lest she be heard.

"Then will he come back?"

Xiao Hua stared at him blankly, and finally couldn't help crying silently, calling softly: "Your Majesty..."

"Tell me, can he come back?"

Lu Qingyuan didn't want her to cry, but asked her to answer, holding her arm tightly and shaking.

"If he loves me, will he come back?"

"My lord, don't, don't be like this..."

Xiaohua choked up and grabbed Lu Qingyuan's sleeve, wanting him to accept the fact that Shen Mengzhuang was dead.

Even she couldn't accept it herself.

"Sir is not here now, my lord, why don't you ask the doctor who rescued Brother Shen before? Maybe he has a way?"

Xiao Hua stared at Lu Qingyuan and asked in a low voice.

Looking at Xiaohua, Lu Qingyuan seemed to see a faint charcoal fire, and whispered softly: "Yes, yes, look for Guliang, look for Guliang..."

Holding the last ray of hope, Lu Qingyuan came to beg Gu Liang sincerely.

However, the door was rejected, and Gu Liang was helpless, but he also pointed out a way for him——

The master of Nanmi Snow Mountain, Xuelao.

Lu Qingyuan rushed to the snow mountain non-stop, holding his breath all the way.He prayed repeatedly in his heart, must, must go well, he didn't want to go from hope to despair again.

Looking at the deep cave in front of him, Lu Qingyuan paused, even breathing carefully, lest he shatter this fragile hope.

He looked at the cave, took a deep breath, and asked softly:

"Excuse me, are you the master of Snow Mountain, Xuelao?"

The cold wind blew against his face, cutting his face like a sharp knife blade.

There was a dead silence around, and Lu Qingyuan stared solemnly into the cave.

After a long time, a deep voice came from the cave, asking:

"Who is making noise?"

Lu Qingyuan swallowed, clutching the last straw, and honestly replied:

"I am Cangxuan's disciple Lu Qingyuan. I heard that Xue Lao can be brought back to life. I implore Xue Lao to revive an old man."

The voice in the cave was silent for a moment, and asked again:

"Who is the old man?"

"Cangxuan and Shenmengzhuang."

Lu Qingyuan grabbed the corners of his clothes with both hands, his hands covered with cold sweat, like a prisoner waiting for execution by the executioner.

The voice was silent for a long time, and finally asked:

"Is there a body?"

Lu Qingyuan frowned, the anticipation on his face was restrained a bit, his voice was weak, and he lacked confidence.

"No."

"Does it have a soul?"

Lu Qingyuan took a deep breath, and all the blood in his body gathered at the top of his head.He only felt dizzy, the sky and the earth turned upside down, his feet were weak, and even his voice was weak.

"No."

"Do you have hair?"

The tears in his eyes blurred his vision, Lu Qingyuan staggered back, trembling all over.

He was silent for a long, long time, until the ice in the cold pool in the distance melted and then froze again.It lasted so long that fine icicles formed on the long eyelashes, and it lasted so long that the cold wind would blow away the breath, and the whole person would freeze in place and freeze into an iceman.

In the end, all hope was exhausted, he lowered his head, clenched his teeth, and squeezed out two words through the gap between his teeth.

"……No……"

"Go back, there's nothing I can do."

The judgment of death nailed him to the stake.

He is the fish on the chopping board waiting to be slaughtered.

He is a drowned duckweed in the deep sea.

At this moment, he despaired, collapsed, he came alive and died completely.He bit his lips tightly, suppressing the tears in his eyes, looked up at the snow around him, then lowered his head and shook his head silently.

His feet were sore, he took a few steps back, tripped over a stone, and fell to the ground.

Struggled a few times to get up, but was powerless.Like an octogenarian, he collapsed on the ground, the ice and snow under his body soaked the hem of his clothes, and the biting chill froze his legs.

He was a fragile toddler who threw tantrums and cried when he fell.He is also a young man with a handicap, feeling inferior and helpless because of his incomplete limbs and falling to the ground.

He tore his hair wildly, and the crown fell off and rolled into the snow.His lips trembled, and he muttered tremblingly, no one knew what he was talking about.

He is a delirious lunatic, crazy and embarrassed, lying on the ground and unwilling to get up.

He sobbed choked up and muttered to himself.He cried and laughed, laughed and cried, and cried and laughed.

He suddenly caught a glimpse of the golden crown covered in dirt in the snow, like a beggar on the street saw a steamed bun and frantically crawled over to pick it up.Holding the crown with trembling hands, he looked at the cave and then at the sky.

He muttered indistinctly.

Can this golden crown be exchanged for a corpse?The soul is fine, or the hair?

He doesn't want this, all he wants is a corpse, or a soul, or a strand of hair.

If that's not enough, he also has a body, a soul, and hair.

Use his to wrap?

Holding the crown of flowers, he prayed devoutly, as if he was holding some kind of solemn ceremony.

He sat in the snow for three days and three nights.

Until the dark puppet came to look for it, and found a frozen and withered body.

After about ten days, it seemed as if hundreds or thousands of years had passed.

Lu Qingyuan slowly opened his eyes, tears dripping from the corners of his eyes onto the pillow towel.

There was no emotion on his face, and all the grief, sadness, and collapse that should have seemed to have been completely frozen in the snow during those three days.

He lay on the bed, bent his arms, and lightly rubbed the pillow beside him with the back of his hand.

It's cold, without any temperature, like the snow.

The back of his hand gently and patiently stroked the pillowcase, as if touching someone's cheek.

There is that person's breath on it.

Everything in the hall remains the same.

The pens, ink, papers and inkstones on the desk were safely placed, and no one smashed them.

An Shijian hangs on the wall.

The loose white shirt was casually draped over the armrest, as if it had just been replaced.

Everything is as usual, there is no difference.

Everything is there, clothes, famous swords, hair bands, jade pendants, everything is what Shen Mengzhuang looked like when he was there.

Everything seems like a big dream, they have lived here for several years.

Or absurd sex. Huan, or tit for tat, or silent stalemate.

Everything and nothing.

Lu Qingyuan wept silently, stroked the pillow towel with his palm, touched under the pillow, and suddenly touched something cold.

He grabbed it casually, and after seeing it clearly, his eyes widened, and all his breath was taken away by the thing in his hand.

It was a jade pendant.

It was the jade pendant he had lost for a long time, the jade pendant left to him by his mother.

Lu Qingyuan stared blankly at the jade pendant in his hand, his tears seemed to freeze.

He remembered that when Zhou Bufan made things difficult for him, he must have lost the jade pendant.

Why?

Is it!

He looked at the jade pendant in a daze, his eyes seemed to be revived, and he looked deeply at the distant past.

It was a sad evening.

After his mother died, he became a little beggar on the street, begging along the street to make a living.

That day, he was bullied by a group of teenagers who were half his height, ripped off his clothes, trampled him under his feet, pressed his whole head in the rotten mud, and forced him to drink the sewage in the pit.

He struggled and bit the arms of those people, and then there were many handprints on his face, and his whole face was red and swollen.

The group of people stepped on his back, snatched his jade pendant, and held it in their hands to enjoy.He resisted angrily and begged humbly, but he didn't get the jade pendant back.The group kicked, kicked, and beat him so hard that a hole was punched in his forehead, blood blurred his vision, and flowed down his cheek to his mouth, which was full of rusty taste.

He thought he was going to die, no matter how much he called for help, no one paid attention to him, and the group of people beat harder and harder.

When he was dying, he suddenly thought of his mother.If I saw my mother after death, how should I apologize to my mother? He lost the jade pendant, and his mother had told him several times before that it was given by his father, so he must not lose it.

"Mother... I lost Qingqing, Qingqing is so useless..."

He hugged his head and sobbed softly, the tears melted the blood on his cheeks and flowed into his mouth together.

He was dying.

he thought.

Suddenly, the punches and kicks died away, and he heard the group say "Run, run!"

what happened?

He was lying on the ground in a daze, his eyes were covered with blood, and he vaguely saw a figure squatting down.

There was a sudden warmth on his forehead, and he gently wiped the blood on his forehead, as well as his cheeks.

It was as gentle as his mother washing his face every day.

He tried his best to open his eyes, but he couldn't open them no matter what. A cold object was stuffed into his hand, and he vaguely heard the man whisper softly, "Such a precious treasure, please take good care of it."

The voice was like the spring breeze in March, like a trickle in the forest, slowly blowing into his ears and flowing into his heart.

He raised his bloody hand with difficulty, trying to grab the man.

However, before reaching out, it fell through.

He vaguely heard someone in the distance urgently urging: "Brother, why are you still not here? You have to go!"

The man replied towards the distance: "Here we are."

The figure in front of him suddenly disappeared, and he reached out to grab it in a panic, and then there was only cold air in front of him.

He lay on the ground with difficulty and raised his head, looking at the back of the man who was fading away.

The voice was weak, but it whispered earnestly.

"Don't go... don't go..."

Memory seems to be rusted.

Lu Qingyuan stared at the jade pendant in his hand in a daze. He remembered that it was a person who saved him and snatched the jade pendant back.He remembered someone calling that person Senior Brother.

He had inquired around, only to learn that it was an immortal master from the Cangxuan Sect who went down the mountain to eliminate demons that day.

But he was determined to join the Cangxuan Sect, like a drowning man grabbing a life-saving straw.

He gritted his teeth and swallowed all the hardships, just to enter Cangxuan and find that "senior brother" back then.

But he didn't know that the Cangxuan Sect had so many senior brothers, which one was he looking for?

Fluffy flowers gradually desire charming eyes.

In the days that followed, his heart and eyes were occupied by his senior brother, and he even forgot to look for that "senior brother."

All the memories overlapped today, Lu Qingyuan held the jade pendant tightly, distraught.

The "senior brother" he was looking for was the one he loved deeply at the moment.

Shen Mengzhuang rescued him back then and helped him get back the jade pendant.

Many years later, Shen Mengzhuang rescued him again and helped him find the jade pendant again.

Going around, it turned out that some fate was preordained long ago.

It turned out that some people were destined to appear in his life.

Engrave it in your heart and never forget it.

Lu Qingyuan bowed his head and cried bitterly.

All his years, his whole life, he had been dreaming an absurd dream, like waking up from a dream.

Lu Qingyuan could no longer care about the rest, and insisted on looking for Shen Mengzhuang, and he would spend the rest of his life looking for it.Going up to Qiongbi and down to Huangquan, he must be with Shen Mengzhuang.

life or death.

"My lord, please think twice!"

Dark Puppet knelt at Lu Qingyuan's feet, begging him to stay in the Demon Realm.

Lu Qingyuan shook his head and murmured softly: "I'm going to find him."

"Your Majesty can't."

"No, I must find him myself."

The dark puppet raised his head to look at Lu Qingyuan, hesitated for a long time, finally smashed Lu Qingyuan's thoughts, and said heavily: "He is already dead, and the Lord is ordered by the death mark, and there are things that must be done, please respect Think twice!"

The word "death" echoed in Lu Qingyuan's mind. He was afraid of a cat like a mouse, and afraid of the sun like a ghost.

He turned his head, frowned slightly, and murmured: "Yes... yes..."

Lu Qingyuan seemed to calmly accept the word "death" entrenched in his mind, and then turned his head to look at the dark puppet in a daze, his eyes were red with tears, his eyes were puzzled as if he was looking at a rare thing, and he was at a loss Like white mist on water.

He choked up for a long time, his voice was faint, and he asked the dark puppet, as if he was asking himself.

"He's dead, so what's the point of me being alive?"

The dark puppet looked at Shang Lu Qingyuan's decadent eyes, he had never seen Lu Qingyuan like this.In the past, the high-ranking Demon Lord, the once noble and incomparable Lord of the Demon Realm, now because of a person from the dark world, he is humbled to the dust and willing to sink.

Unable to bear it, An Puppet lowered his head and remained silent for a long time, and finally said: "I asked the Lord of the Snow Mountain, and he once said that Master Shen's soul has not entered the path of reincarnation. Maybe..."

"Perhaps things will turn around."

Lu Qingyuan's empty eyes were like burning flames in an instant, and he rushed to An Puppet, almost kneeling on the ground, and asked eagerly: "What's the turning point? You mean the senior brother is not dead?"

The dark puppet helped Lu Qingyuan get up, and replied: "Xue Lao told his subordinates where Shen Xianshi's soul had been. If he can find the soul, maybe Xue Lao can give it a try."

"where?"

Lu Qingyuan grabbed An Puppet's arm tightly, bloodshot eyes almost jumped out.

"Where is he? I'm going to find him."

"Your honor."

The dark puppet sighed and said solemnly.

"The Demon Realm cannot live without His Majesty, and this subordinate will handle this matter personally. This subordinate dares to ask His Majesty to stay in the Demon Realm and complete the original plan. If His Majesty insists on leaving the Demon Realm, this subordinate will bring the news to death." Apologize, the lord will not be able to learn from Xuelao. And if the lord agrees, the subordinates will try their best to find the soul of Master Shen."

Lu Qingyuan's hands were exerted uncontrollably, and red marks appeared on the arms under the sleeves of An Gui.

He was silent for a long time, trembling all over, and finally responded helplessly:

"it is good……"

Since then, Lu Qingyuan has been waiting for the dark puppet's reply every day.

Like a lady waiting for her lover to return.

There is no way to eliminate this feeling. I think about you when I walk, and I miss you when I sit.

However, there is only one simple word in the daily reply:

"none".

day to day.

The taste of waiting was like a knife cut. Lu Qingyuan endured day after day, watching the green grass outside the window turn into dead leaves.

It was winter in a blink of an eye.

In the ten-mile peach grove outside the hall, the branches were covered with white snow, and the dead branches were bent down by the snow mass.

Under the peach tree, there is a new grave.

Lu Qingyuan sat in front of the stele, gently rubbing the words engraved on it with his fingers.

Sliding the three words "Shen Mengzhuang" with the fingertips, it was as if a warm current spread from the fingertips along the blood vessels to the whole body.

The love for him is that I will laugh when I see his name, and I will not bear to touch his name.

His fingers drew Shen Mengzhuang's name stroke by stroke. On the left side of his name, it was neatly engraved like a child with his head held high and chest out:

Survivor Lu Qingyuan

After drinking the Gushanchun in his hand, Lu Qingyuan leaned closer to the stone tablet, rubbed his cheek against Shen Mengzhuang's name, and kissed it lightly.

He seems to be drunk, playing tricks.The voice was still a bit aggrieved, and he muttered softly as he picked at the notch with his fingers.

"Brother, you are really cruel, how could you leave me alone again..."

After speaking, he smiled helplessly and complained:

"You left everything behind, and you never asked me if I wanted it."

"Why don't you take them all away? It also saves me from seeing things and thinking about people. It's best... it's best to take me too..."

His voice was gradually muffled, with a bit of a crying tone, and he rubbed his forehead against the stone tablet, as if he would spend his whole life without a response.

"Brother, where are you..."

Snow fluttered, covering the entire peach forest.

The wine jar at the feet was tilted, and the unfinished wine slowly flowed out, melting a pile of snow.

Lu Qingyuan was leaning against the stone tablet, and the fine snow fell on his shoulders and lingered in his hair.

In a trance, he dreamed that he was on An Xu Peak back then.

On New Year's Eve, he happily whispered in Shen Mengzhuang's ear.

"Brother, in the new year, I will continue to like you."

This liking has lasted for many years unconsciously.

Every year, day and night.

You buried the mud in the spring to sell your bones, and I sent the world full of snow. [1]