Playwright is wronged by routine [Rebirth]

"you--"

He Yanfei choked on these words and was speechless for a long time.

ill?How could someone cut off his own finger?

Seeing that He Yanfei's eyes were full of inquiries, Zhu Yusheng was shocked, and there was even a trace of pity. He reached out to brush his frowning heart, and explained: "The adoptive father asked me to play a game with Zhu Zihao. I just broke my finger, but he lost it." Half-life. In the end, I still win."

When Zhu Yusheng said that, he raised his chin arrogantly, his face was full of contempt and ridicule.

When he saw He Yanfei frowning, he quickly calmed down, and smiled softly, and said, "Don't worry, these years, I just spoiled him for the sake of my adoptive father. Look at him That scar on the face, isn't that how it came about, isn't it very ugly?"

A few short sentences were all understatements, but in the end, they still wanted to use this kind of story to make him laugh?

What is described in these words is clearly so bloody and cruel, how can one laugh?

Before he was so seriously injured, he still didn't care about it, and his tone was frivolous. I'm afraid he has been living in the shadow of swords and swords since he was a child, and he has long been used to it.

Fighting against Zhu Zihao and winning every time, so what?Clearly still covered in blood.Even a normal person, living here, will sooner or later be driven into a lunatic.

"Don't think about these disappointing things. My birthday is coming, just tell me what you want, even the moon, and I will pick it for you."

Zhu Yusheng felt that these old things were very unpleasant, so he had to change the topic.

He Yanfei hadn't recovered from the bloody story, but when he heard Zhu Yusheng mention his birthday, he remembered his escape, and his heart skipped a beat.

Soon, he calmed down, and said softly: "What are you doing to give me a gift for my birthday, right? What do you want... What do you want?"

Zhu Yusheng shook his head, and said softly: "I don't have a birthday, but Yuewei is tired of reporting it, and it's just a formality. But I want to take this opportunity to supply you with what was lacking before. How about it, tell me your date, plus Mine, I will give you two copies a year—”

He Yanfei remembered that every year on his birthday, there was always a big banquet, heroes from all walks of life gave gifts, and the gifts were soft-hearted.Even if the maid around me celebrates her birthday, I will give her good rouge and gouache.How can someone not like birthdays? What's the secret here?

He Yanfei stared at the flower in his hand, and asked in a low voice: "Why not?"

Zhu Yusheng said as if nothing had happened: "I just don't want to think about it." The conversation changed, and the tone became brisk again, and then said: "Tell me what you want, you never ask for things, and I—"

"Why not?"

Exactly the same, with the same tone, He Yanfei interrupted him and asked again.

After hearing this, Zhu Yusheng saw that he was so persistent, he was silent for a while, smiled, and said, "Have you brought your flute?"

He Yanfei nodded, took out a cloth bag from her body, and took out a small flute.

"Will it blow?"

"Ah."

"Play the flute for me. I'll tell you when it's finished."

"What do you want to hear?"

"Will there be "Sauvignon Blanc"?"

He Yanfei didn't answer, but put his lips against the blowhole, pressed his fingers on the body of the flute, and played the music slowly.

"Long Lovesickness" can be regarded as a widely circulated ditty, which tells the story of reluctance to part with a lover who is about to separate.This kind of longing song is very flattering, He Yanfei has learned it naturally.

The sound of the flute is long and melodious, endless, and the lingering sound is like a lover whispering, telling each other their hearts, which is very touching.

Zhu Yusheng was a little surprised. After listening quietly, he clapped his hands and praised: "I didn't expect you to play the flute so well. Where did you learn it?"

"Self-taught, of course. There aren't many people as smart as me."

This is a truth.He Yanfei didn't try to hide his skills just now, and Zhu Yusheng's reaction was also expected. To prevent him from overthinking, He Yanfei immediately said: "You should say it!"

The words of inquiry were kept on his lips, Zhu Yusheng shook his head, and said helplessly: "Okay, I will say."

Immediately afterwards, he took He Yanfei's hand, and walked slowly under the violet tree, stepping on the broken flowers all over the ground.

"Before I was ten years old, every birthday, my mother would cook me a bowl of longevity noodles. A little chopped green onion, just enough salt, and an egg. Not too much sesame oil, not too greasy, not too bland."

Zhu Yusheng spoke slowly, as if he was still remembering what it was like, with a faint smile on his face.

Seeing him immersed in memories, He Yanfei thought of his phrase "not his birthday", and felt a little uneasy, thinking of his being adopted into a religion, he was afraid that he would tell some miserable stories in the next second.

Unexpectedly, Zhu Yusheng's story came to an end very soon: "She was gone later, and her birthday was not over."

After Zhu Yusheng finished speaking, he picked up a small flower that fell down, put it on He Yanfei's head, smiled at him indifferently, and said, "I'm done talking, it's your turn this time, what do you like?"

When He Yanfei heard this, her heart sank and then rose again.

In fact, he vaguely guessed the end of the story just by listening to the first few sentences.

For Zhu Yusheng, it should be an eternal regret in his life. He didn't have such an experience, and he couldn't empathize with others. He didn't see him tell the details of the story. He just felt that the world is impermanent.

However, compared to the bloody stories about severed fingers before, it was not that bad, and there was a sense of relief and relaxation.

He let go of the stone in his heart, thought for a while, and said slowly: "She is gone, but her heart is still there. She definitely hopes that you can live happily in the world, you still have to, cherish yourself. "

Thinking that every time Zhu Yusheng was injured, he would ignore the pain on his body, as if he didn't take his life seriously at all, and felt powerless and helpless in his heart.

When Zhu Yusheng heard the word "cherish", a rare look of confusion appeared on Zhu Yusheng's face.

After a while, he turned his palms up, as if he wanted to catch the fallen petals, and said lightly: "A lot of times, I feel that the road ahead is very dark, and there is no light, so walking is very tiring."

"In the past, my mother led me along and held the lamp for me. When she left, the lamp would go out."

"Later, my adoptive father lit the lamp, and I thought I would go on forever in the church."

"In the end, Zhu Zihao came and turned off the fire again."

"Although I was the one who arrived first, Zhu Zihao is the real son of the adoptive father."

"It's useless to arrive first, it's useless to be better than him, life is useful."

"That's the fate, I will try my best to do everything the best."

"After all, I promised my adoptive father that I would only be a knife to temper my master, and I have always done well, even though Zhu Zihao never believed me."

"Over the years, he has tried every means to kill me, but I can see through his tricks at a glance."

"He did all the ridiculously stupid things, but he did only one smart thing."

"One thing that made me feel like the road was lighting up again."

"it's him--"

He Yanfei felt that the answer was about to come out, and it was so heavy that he couldn't breathe. He was very scared, too scared to listen, so he could only yell: "Zhu Yusheng!"

Zhu Yusheng didn't guess his reaction, he was still slightly dazed at this moment, and soon opened his mouth again, wanting to continue: "He is the one who took you—"

"I told you to stop talking! I don't want to hear it!" He Yanfei interrupted him roughly again.

Zhu Yusheng stared at him blankly, his face was interrupted blankly, and there was a trace of innocence on his face, he was at a loss.

He Yanfei was almost completely overwhelmed by his dazed and innocent look.

So stupid, no wonder he walked all the way for so long and stumbled all the way!

What to do to me so nice!What are you talking about!

What light am I? !I'm fucking on fire!

If you are stupid enough to use fire as a lamp, aren't you afraid of being burned to ashes?

Zhu Yusheng's heart sank gradually, with a trace of unspeakable bitterness and deep disappointment, but he quickly adjusted his emotions.

He held the petals in his palm to He Yanfei's eyes again, put his head in front of the person's face, and said cautiously: "Why are you unhappy? What did I do wrong? These flowers are for you, don't be angry."

Why don't you get angry, why don't you get angry, why send flowers?

Are you stupid!

He Yanfei finally couldn't resist the wave of pain in his heart, and threw himself on Zhu Yusheng's body, slamming his chin on his hard chest, causing him to cry out in pain, but he refused to back down, instead he opened his hands and tightly encircled him , buried his head firmly on Zhu Yusheng's shoulder, and muttered loudly: "What are you talking about? Do you think I will feel bad? Why are you not angry? You hit me! Why do you say these words to make me feel uncomfortable? Why do you So stupid, so stupid—”

He said a long series in one breath, his voice became smaller and smaller, and finally fell silent.Slowly tasting a bitter taste in his mouth, he realized that he was ashamed, and hurriedly buried his head deeper.I was even more annoyed, angry that this person said these words to irritate me, so I didn't care to wipe the tears and snot that were about to well up on the clothes under my face, and directly vented this anger.

Zhu Yusheng felt that his shoulders were soaked with hot tears.He had never comforted a crying person, his mind was rarely blank, and he became even more at a loss, and let the person rub his shoulder vigorously in a dull manner.

It took a while to think of patting people on the back to calm people down, so he immediately patted people on the back, like coaxing a child, and said softly: "Why are you crying? I just wanted to say it to make you happy." of--"

"Shut up! You can cry if you want to, don't worry about me!"

Zhu Yusheng couldn't help laughing: Why is someone crying and still has such a temper.There was nothing he could do at this moment, so he could only continue to pat his back moderately, waiting quietly for someone to vent.

The sobbing sound kept going. At first, he just sniffed his nose and sobbed softly. Slowly, he seemed to be completely shameless. The sobbing sound became louder and louder, and finally he just howled at the top of his throat.

"I told you not to say it, but you still want to say———"

Howled so much that Zhu Yusheng's head was twice as big.

He has not cried for more than ten years. Seeing someone cry, he felt that it was more difficult to deal with than the serious injury of dozens of knives, but he had no choice but to desperately search for the memory of his mother coaxing him in his mind, and once again Repeated over and over again, said dotingly: "Don't cry, don't cry, I won't say anymore. Don't cry, it's my fault, I won't say anymore..."

The two stood hugging each other for a long time, until He Yanfei finally let go of the shame in his heart, the grievance of Zhu Yusheng's injustice, and the grievances he had suffered in the past few months, all of them cried completely, and the tears on his face were also blown away by the wind. After drying it completely, he calmed down and said softly, "What do you want for your birthday?"

Zhu Yusheng was slightly taken aback, quite surprised, and soon burst into ecstasy, as if he was going to climb mountains and wade to pick a small flower with thorns, but the flower took the thorns by itself and landed in his palm.

He released the man from his arms, and the two looked at each other face to face.

He Yanfei was already shameless anyway, so he simply pulled Zhu Yusheng's wide sleeve over and wiped his snot. His nose and eyes were red, and he stared straight at Zhu Yusheng.

Zhu Yusheng felt a warm energy all over his body, and said with a smile, "Cook me a bowl of noodles."

He Yanfei looked at those soft eyes, and almost reflexively replied: "Okay!"