Strange Tales

The east wind in March has passed, and the spring has already faded in Moshang.The flowers fall from the tree head, and the red falls to the soil.

Fu Huixiu stood in front of a solitary grave with a long body, with a sad face on his face, he had stood there unconsciously for half a day before he turned around and rode his horse, flying away in the dust.

The setting sun was setting in the west, and the haze penetrated through the dense forest, and sprinkled the light of stars on the tombstone.

Fu Huixiu still remembers that on a winter night 12 years ago, his mother returned her sick and weak body to the dust.Then, the master of the Fu family took him by the hand and entered the mansion of the Fu family, so he recognized his ancestor and returned to his family.

When he first entered the Fu family, everyone in the Fu family recognized him as the remnant of an actor.Everyone in the mansion treats him like a plague, and the mistress of the house regards him as a thorn in her eyes and a thorn in her flesh.

However, this also just suits his heart, ruthless and ungrateful, the heart can be as poisonous as a snake.He didn't want to be like his own mother, who was an actor for a living, but she was moved by affection. In the end, he was buried with a handful of yellow earth, leaving him alone in this world.

However, that young man who was as gentle as the bright moon suddenly broke into his world, like an unstoppable light, bright and dazzling.The young man's surname is Fu, his first name is Zhaoyi, and his courtesy name is Mengde. He is his elder brother in name.It's just that they both have the same surname as Fu and are both young masters of this family, but their encounters are vastly different, thousands of miles apart.

Fu Huixiu was indifferent and cold, rejecting people thousands of miles away, but Zhaoyi would only gently stroke his hair and call out to his younger brother. At that time, he felt that the man's smile was like a spring breeze, and his mind moved slightly. It was only for a moment, but he still looked disgusted.

Later, Fu Huixiu went to beg the master of the Fu family and sent him to join the swordsman of Qisha Mountain. He thought that he would never see that person again in the past few years, but after ten days, he saw Fu Zhaoyi again, and he was still the same. He has a gentle look, his face is pale and tight, but now, in addition to being his elder brother, he is also his junior.It was not until a long time later that he found out that his elder brother was allowed to abandon literature and pursue martial arts after kneeling in the ancestral hall for ten days, and joined the swordsman's sect.

After five years of spring and spring return, this year, he was seventeen years old, following the appearance of his dead mother, he was born like white jade, but he was withdrawn and did not associate with others, which added a bit of femininity.But Fu Zhaoyi was very thin and thin, obviously a scholarly genius, but he just found this swordsman's door. Fu Huixiu glanced at Zhaoyi, feeling mixed feelings in his heart.

"You want to join General Ganwei?" Fu Zhaoyi said in surprise, then raised his eyebrows, and continued softly, "Of course it's excellent." He already knew that his younger brother would never go home with him again. No one or anything has ever received the slightest fondness from his younger brother, including himself, even so, his heart is still gloomy.

After nightfall, Fu Zhaoyi quietly sneaked into Huixiu's room, looking at Huixiu's Qingmian profile, it was as if he had returned to the time when he first met him five years ago, when Huixiu was squatting in the grass in the corner, sobbing softly, Sheng's lips were red and his teeth were white, and he was very tight when he cried.He didn't go over, but silently withdrew from that corner, leaning against the moss-covered wall of the small courtyard and guarded for a long time.Fu Zhaoyi felt that it seemed that from that time on, returning to repair had become a cinnabar mole in her heart, and she couldn't let go of it anymore. All these years, no matter how much sarcasm she said, she still wanted to be by her brother's side.

However, Huixiu will leave after all, and this day has come too early.Fu Zhaoyi moved lightly to the side of the bed, stared at it for a long time, and then covered those two thin lips, like a dragonfly dipping in water, for fear of waking him up.

The moonlight outside the window was heavy, Fu Zhaoyi sighed softly, the infatuation of these years will eventually pass away with the wind.

As the saying goes, a person with thin lips must be ruthless.

It is said that Fu Huixiu entered the general's family, like a fish in water, the blue sky soared, and soon became the official captain of Qingche, from the third rank, he was in the limelight for a while.However, only he himself knows that in such a short period of time, such a steady rise to the top is all due to the lord of the East Palace who is known as a masculinity.It's just a trade of power and sex, he feels, it doesn't matter if you don't compromise or betray your appearance, but when you are under the pressure, the humiliation is still like a flood that has opened the gate, thinking of his brother in white who is as white as the snow and the wind and the moon, Whether it's hate or love, even he himself can't tell the difference.

The news of the engagement between Fu Zhaoyi, the young master of the Fu family, and Zhang Rouer, the young lady of the Zhang family, still reached his ears.The porcelain teacup in his hand shattered at the sound, blood flowed down his wrist, his eyes gradually became darker, how could it be, Fu Zhaoyi, why did you marry another woman?

Taking advantage of the darkness, he stepped on a fast horse and found the man who seemed to have passed away. His white clothes were slightly flawed, and his body smelled of alcohol. on his neck.

Fu Huixiu's heart became hot, he picked up the person in front of him, and found an inn.On the willow shoots in the moonlight, the clothes of the two of them were completely faded. Fu Huixiu did not expect that he would be so thin and weak, but he had been protecting himself for five years.He carefully entered the body of the person below him, and they became one with each other, tender and lingering.

After a long time, the person below him seemed to be in a nightmare and called out to Zhang Rou'er.Fu Huixiu's face suddenly darkened, Zhang Rou'er, Zhang Rou'er, what's so good about that woman, you still call her name in your dreams, it's me who had a good night with you, not Zhang Rou'er.Fu Huixiu wrapped his clothes, picked up the Qingshuang sword, jumped and disappeared into the moonlight.

It's a pity that he walked too fast, and didn't hear the second half of what the bastard on the bed said.

When we saw each other again, things were different, the Ye family colluded with rebellion, and ransacked the whole family, and the wife of the master of the Fu family was the eldest daughter of the Ye family. Except for the young master, all were sentenced to death.

Fu Zhaoyi thought that his soul had already returned to Daze, but he never thought that his humble life was still alive in the world. Tears were streaming down his face when he was lost, and a touch of lavender was touched at the corner of his eyes. He slowly raised his eyes, he still looked the same, Indifferent as ice, when looking at himself, there is still no color.

"You go." He roared, and then retreated towards the corner of the bed.That person was no longer his younger brother, he was a demon.

The corner of Fu Huixiu's mouth showed a bit of sarcasm, but there was no trace of blood on those thin lips.After taking a few steps back, Fang stabilized his figure.

"Brother, you still have to live and raise. In a few days it will be my big wedding day with Ms. Zhang's family. My parents have passed away, so I need to trouble my brother to preside over it."

What Fu Huixiu said was calm and breezy, but the person at the corner of the bed felt as if struck by lightning, gradually despaired, and then turned into a bitter smile, and remained silent.

After leaving the courtyard, Fu Huixiu leaned against the green wall of the courtyard gate, with a look of despair on his face.Is the young lady of this family so important to my brother?To make him show such a desperate look, okay, okay, you care about her so much, I'm going to destroy her, to see if you still like her

That night, when the room was full of fragrance, Fu Huixiu asked for Zhang Rou'er.In the early morning of the next day, he asked someone to invite the man from the side courtyard over. The room was full of charm, and the falling red on the brocade quilt was particularly eye-catching. And went, staggering all the way, got into the yard.Fu Zhaoyi was afraid that her tears would betray her heart, he should stop liking, he was so tired, so tired, for nearly six years, he was exhausted physically and mentally, it was time to let go.

After Fu Zhaoyi fled, Huixiu pushed the woman in his arms away for a while, his dim eyes were as cold as the stars in the sky, but he laughed wildly, a tear fell on his hand, he didn't know it.

Seeing with my own eyes that the woman I love is ruined by my hands, it turns out that you will also lose control and be so panic-stricken, Zhao Yi, when did you change your mind and don't like me anymore.

The wedding day is approaching, and the mansion is very happy.It's just that some families are happy and some are sad.

Fu Huixiu had just returned to the mansion when a servant girl knelt forward with ashes on her face. He had sent him to serve that person.His heart sank, could it not

"What's the matter?" Fu Huixiu clenched his fingers.asked calmly.

The little girl flinched and said tremblingly for a long time: "That, that, that young man from the side courtyard, threw, threw himself into the lake, just, just..."

Fu Huixiu was unsteady, and took three steps back. Fortunately, the guards behind him had sharp eyes and quick hands, and they would hold him up.

In the side courtyard, that thin and thin young man was lying on a bamboo mat, his face was pale and lifeless, and his moon-white shirt was already dripping wet.Fu Huixiu stepped forward and hugged him tightly, and yelled at the people next to him like he lost his soul.

"What are you waiting for, go get some dry clothes, Zhaoyi is afraid of the cold."

The servants got the order and retreated in a hurry.

"Zhaoyi, wake up, don't ignore me, if you like that Zhang's daughter, I will let you get married, okay?"

"Why did you sleep for so long and still not wake up?"

"Don't think that you secretly kissed me at night, I don't know, I won't care about you when you wake up, okay?"

"Zhaoyi, I just love you! From the first sight, you know, that day you guarded the courtyard wall for half a day, I have never seen such a stupid person. I know that I am not from your Fu family, but treat me I'm so good."

"Fu Zhaoyi..."

Later, Fu Huixiu withdrew from his marriage with Miss Zhang Rou'er, and the Miss Zhang thought that he suspected that he had something to do with Fu Zhaoyi, so she hurriedly explained.

She said that Fu Zhaoyi was originally a broken sleeve and didn't like women. He said that there was someone in his heart and he had loved him for five years.

Fu Huixiu only felt that his Lingtai seemed to have lost consciousness, and a mouthful of blood gushed up from the tip of his heart, staining the blood droplets all over the ground.

After that, Fu Huixiu resigned from office, returned to the swordsman of Shaking Mountain, and never remarried.

Later disciples asked why he didn't enter the world, and he replied that he had obsessions in his heart, which can be recalled here, and it is only to understand the lovesickness when cherishing the dead.

The disciple was puzzled, so he laughed it off, and only reasoned that the master was an infatuated person, and how lucky that ancient woman was.

How lucky

Zhaoyi, I'm afraid your whole life will be ruined in my hands.

The spring water is born, the spring forest is flourishing, and the spring breeze is ten miles, not as good as you.May there be years to look back, and grow old together with affection.