Younger brother

His head hurts, severe pain, and the beating of the heart in his chest hurts too.

In the past three years, he has been in pain everywhere.

Every day, someone poured him a medicinal soup with a strong bloody smell, which relieved his pain a little.

He seemed to have walked a long, long way in a dream, which made him so exhausted that he couldn't even move his fingertips.

In the dream, someone called him softly: "Tong'er, Tong'er."

Every full moon is the day when he suffers the most, because the nails in his back will go deeper and deeper into his soul and flesh and blood.

At first, the three nails were only nailed to his backbone, and his soul would be shaken off at the slightest sign of trouble, so he was always sealed in an airtight sarcophagus.

Then as the years passed, those three nails gradually sank into his flesh and soul.

Especially when the moon is full, the nail sinks deeper and deeper.

Afterwards, he was carried out from the sarcophagus and lay on a soft bed.

Over the years, now, those three nails have even completely penetrated into his body, closely combining his soul with his body, and sometimes he can even slightly raise the corners of his lips and vibrate fingers.

But every time he made these small movements, there were often broken porcelain or horrified shouts around him.

On this day, he vaguely heard the voice that often screamed again.

The hoarse voice said: "Patriarch, master... he really moved. I saw him smile just now."

A deep but familiar voice sounded, but it was not as gentle as in the dream, adding a bit of coldness: "You'd better not lie, or I will let you know what will happen to you if you lie to me. "

The hoarse voice was extremely frightened: "Patriarch, really, the master really moved, I dare not lie."

He just wanted to laugh when he felt a hand touching his face, softly and tenderly.

Then the feeling of touch disappeared, and the indifferent and deep voice sounded again: "Come here, drag Ah Fu down to me, and pull out his tongue."

"No! Patriarch, please spare me! I don't dare, I really didn't lie! Don't!" The hoarse cry filled the whole room, "I beg you, I beg you, please laugh Take a moment, master, just smile a little!"

Thinking of the person with the hoarse voice these days, and his dedication to serving him these days, although he was a bit stupid, he did not neglect him in the slightest.

He felt a little unbearable, so he tried his best to gather strength and wanted to bend the corners of his mouth, but he couldn't.

Hearing the cries getting farther and farther away, he was a little anxious, but in desperation, he frowned.

"Tong'er." The deep voice revealed surprise in its gentleness.

"Does Tong'er not want him to be punished?" That hand reached out to smooth his frowning beautiful eyebrows, "Tong'er don't be upset, brother just doesn't punish him."

"Come here, call Ah Fu back, the master has spared him."

Hearing this, he gradually calmed down his eyebrows, and after a while, he heard that hoarse voice coming back: "Thank you Patriarch for your life!"

"Thank you for what you do, thank your master." The deep voice was almost joyful, "My Tong'er is too soft-hearted, he can't bear to punish you."

Hearing that Ah Fu, who escaped from death, almost burst into tears, kowtowed to the person on the couch, "Thank you, master, for saving your life."

"He can protect you like this, which also shows that you have been serving you with all your heart." Shan Qiye took that cold and pale hand, stroked it gently, and ordered Chen Guanshi beside him, "Reward Ah Fu with gold. Twelve."

"Thank you Patriarch for the reward, thank you Patriarch for the reward!"

Ah Fu burst into tears of joy, this is the first reward he got in Shan's house.

Hearing Ah Fu's silly voice, Shan Niantong couldn't help laughing, but the corners of his mouth curled up again.

Shan Qiye lowered his head and saw the person on the couch was actually smiling, his breath was stagnant, and he was staring blankly, he couldn't remember how long he hadn't seen his smile.

Ever since he brought him out of Diling, this face with a peerless face was expressionless.

Now, he was able to see him smile again with his own eyes. The crabapple flower that had been dead for many years on the tip of his heart was actually blooming in front of his eyes again.

He looked at his smile obsessively, as if he had seen all the crabapple blossoms in autumn.

"Tong'er, my Tong'er, it's so pretty when you smile."

Facing Shan Niantong, Shan Qiye said such nasty words so naturally, A Fu, Chen Fugui, and Xiuzhu who were present were all stunned.

From that day on, Ah Fu knew that the master he served was not a cold snowy beauty, but a living, sentient beauty who could laugh and frown like an exiled fairy.

If Ah Fu was a little afraid of Shan Niantong's icy body at first, now he has revered him like a god.

He felt that his master was no different from others, except that he was lethargic and his skin was colder.

Sometimes he would even talk to his master while cleaning the house.

Of course, he just said it, and the master just listened. Sometimes when he talked about the funny parts, his master would even laugh.

Although the corners of his lips were only slightly raised, Ah Fu was still very happy.

Because he felt that his master's smile was more beautiful than all the crabapple flowers in the garden combined.

Therefore, making the master laugh became a daily work that Ah Fu added to himself.

For this reason, he specially asked the little Xu Zi who purchased in Dongyuan to bring him several books of stories, and specially selected funny and amusing stories for his master to listen to.

Recently, Shan Qiye seemed to be busy suddenly, and he didn't come to Haitang Garden for half a month. When he suddenly entered the Liyuan this day, he ran into Ah Fu talking to Shan Niantong, but Ah Fu didn't know it at all.

"A monkey said to its master that it didn't want to be a monkey anymore, but a human being. The master said, if you want to be a human, you must pluck all the hair from your body. The monkey said yes, and the master brought a clip to pull it out. , the monkey screamed in pain, and was unwilling to pull it out again. The master said, how can you be a human being if you don’t pull out any hair?” Ah Fu laughed to Shan Niantong, “Hahaha, master, do you think this monkey is stupid? Stupid? If I knew I was afraid of pain, I should have given up being human."

But Shan Niantong's tightly closed eyes gradually became moist, and a bean-sized teardrop slid down the slightly red corner of the eye into his hair.

"Master, why are you crying?" Ah Fu panicked all of a sudden, "Did Ah Fu say something wrong?"

"What are you doing?" Shan Qiye's indifferent voice came from behind.

A Fu was so frightened that he overturned two or three storybooks beside the bed, fell down and sat on the ground, and explained: "The slave just wants to tell some jokes to the master. Usually the master will laugh, but today I don't know why. , the master is crying."

"Patriarch, please spare me, I won't dare next time!" Ah Fu hurriedly kowtowed to Shan Qiye and begged for mercy.

"Okay, you go down." Shan Qiye didn't blame Ah Fu for his self-assertion, "It's almost time for Shen, go and bring your master's soup and medicine."

"Yes." Ah Fu was so frightened that he hurriedly backed out.

Shan Qiye reached out and gently wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, then lightly licked his fingertips, tasting his bitterness.

"Brother knows that Tong'er has suffered all these years." Shan Qiye stretched out his arms to hug Shan Niantong's icy body, and then held his cold hands as carved from white jade into his wide and warm palms, "Brother, don't you?" I will spare everyone who kills you."

Shan Niantong was startled when he heard this, he was indeed a dead person.

Seeing Shan Niantong's thin lips parted slightly, desperately trying to speak, but he could only make a slight breath.

"Tong'er, as long as my brother is in this world, you will be able to survive for a day." Shan Qiye gently stroked his unnaturally red and thin lips with his thumb, "Brother's heart is on your body."

Shan Niantong leaned against Shan Qiye's arms, felt carefully, and finally found that his heartbeat was absent.

He finally understood that those extremely nasty words were the palpitating truth.

Cold tears fell from the corners of his eyes as if uncontrollable, and slid into Shan Qiye's neck.

Under the trembling of the soul, Shan Niantong's body began to tremble, and under the high degree of integration of soul and body, he finally opened his eyes.

However, those were a pair of ghouls' completely black eyes without whites.

A pair of peach blossom eyes that were born with charm, coupled with such a pair of gloomy and dark eyes, looked a bit frightening.

But Shan Qiye looked at such eyes with affection, and he called softly: "Tong'er."

The corners of those pitch-black peach blossom eyes were red, and she looked at him and said, "Is it worth it?"

Shan Qiye caressed that pale face, smiled softly and said: "There is nothing worth or not worth."

"Niantong, I love you, not just my brother's love." Shan Qiye pressed Shan Niantong under him, and kissed his cold red lips tenderly.

It was a long kiss full of taboos.

Shan Niantong stared at the man in front of him with dark eyes, this was his eldest brother, his biological brother.

"Shan Qiye, you're crazy." The moment Shan Qiye let go of him, Shan Niantong said with a frown.

"Yes, I'm crazy. I've been crazy since I fell in love with you." Shan Qiye smiled.

Such an evil smile, under his sullen and handsome face, made Shan Niantong a little confused.

"Niantong, will you go to hell with me?" Shan Qiye whispered bewitchingly in Shan Niantong's ear.

Without waiting for Shan Niantong to answer, Shan Qiye took out a delicate and small piece of jade from his bosom, without any decoration on it.

Putting the little jade piece into her mouth, she kissed Shan Niantong's lips again.

Different from the gentleness before, this kiss was so deep that it was almost tyrannical. With the tip of his tongue, he pushed the small jade piece into Shan Niantong's throat, and then moistened it with his own saliva, forcing Shan Niantong to swallow the small jade piece.

While handing over saliva, Shan Qiye could taste the bloody smell deep in his throat that had been drinking blood all year round, mixed with the aroma of crabapple.

"Nian Tong, you have no choice, you can only be my Tong'er." Shan Qiye let go of Shan Niantong, who was already in a mess, and said softly, but his eyes were full of madness, "This time, no one can stop me. Me, you are mine, and you will always be my child."

At the last moment of consciousness, Shan Niantong asked: "You feed me, what did you eat?"

But Shan Qiye's deep laughter sounded in his ear: "Have you heard, Nuan Chunyu?"

"I only found out half a month ago that this thing has been hidden in Shangguan Xie's hands."

"It was you who killed him?" Shan Niantong clenched Shan Qiye's collar, but his consciousness became more and more lax.

"He deserves to die." Shan Qiye stroked Shan Niantong's hand tenderly, and that pale and cold hand gradually warmed up.

Shan Niantong finally couldn't hold it anymore and passed out, he couldn't see the madness in Shan Qiye's eyes when he looked at him for the last time.

"Tong'er, with it, you will always be my Tong'er." Shan Qiye put his face close to Shan Niantong's pale face, rubbing it lightly, "You will never remember him again, and your heart will never hurt again. "

"Tong'er, the thing that my brother regrets the most is that he let you go and made you suffer so much humiliation." Shan Qiye raised his hand to caress Shan Niantong's gradually warming body, "Brother will love you, this time, I will never let you go." do not let it go."

Shan Qiye gently kissed Shan Niantong's warm but still white slender fingers.

Ah Fu carefully walked in with the bowl of bloody soup.

He didn't know that the medicine of this decoction was raw human blood.

Shan Qiye took the medicine bowl, and while feeding Shan Niantong the medicine, he said, "In the future, when your master wakes up, he won't remember anything. Does he know what to say and what not to say?"

Ah Fu hurriedly knelt down and said: "I don't know, I hope the Patriarch will let me know."

"He is Tong'er. He has slept in this Haitang Garden for 16 years. He likes white Haitang the most." Shan Qiye gently wiped the scarlet medicinal soup from the corner of Shan Niantong's mouth, and said in a cold voice, "He was born with He has a hidden disease and cannot see the sun, if he wants to go out, he must not be exposed to the sun."

"Yes, Xiao Nu remembered." Ah Fu took the empty medicine bowl and replied.

When Ah Fu brought the medicine bowl to the door, he saw Shan Qiye's tall back walking out of the long corridor of the inner garden.

It was almost dusk, and the bloody setting sun shone on the black gold robe of the Patriarch of the Shan family, emitting golden-red spots of light.

With the evening wind, the white crabapple blooming in the garden gently shakes the buds, like thousands of white jade butterflies dancing. His pale profile is still gloomy in the setting sun, with a high nose bridge and long eyebrows that fly obliquely into the temples. , Outlining his extraordinary bearing.

"Looking at it this way, he and the master are somewhat similar." Ah Fu muttered to himself.

But suddenly he remembered all the things he had seen before. Those things didn't seem like what brothers would do. Ah Fu, who was belatedly aware of it, finally realized that he seemed to know the great secret of the Shan family.

He thought of Amon and other slaves who had disappeared before, and became more and more frightened.

At this moment, the white crabapples blooming in the Begonia Court are blooming in the dead garden. The pale flowers are stained with blood and the setting sun seems to be contaminated with the bloody smell of the setting sun.