Picked up a little dumb on the side of the road

Wei Xun withdrew to leave, sat up and turned his back to Xiao Yi.

He had not taken off his robes just now, but he just lowered the waist of his trousers slightly; now he got up, fastened the belt around his waist, and pulled the slightly disheveled front.

All of this shows that the absurd union just now was both hatred and desire, but it was not in the name of love.

Xiao Yi quietly watched Wei Xun's movements, looked at everything in front of him, except for the undiminished panting, it seemed like a corpse.

It wasn't until Wei Xun walked outside that he heard a hoarse and trembling voice behind him——

"This is your home, you stay. I'll go."

Family?

Wei Xun stood by the door, when Xiao Yiyi stabbed his chest, the pain seemed 300 years late.

Without a lover, this place is no longer home to anyone 300 years ago.

Not anymore.

What Shen Lingyi said was right, although "not getting what you want" is bitter, it is no match for this "gain and lose again".

Once, Wei Xun thought that Bian Xingcan had loved him, that Wei Tingan would give him a home, no matter how bad it was, at least Xu Qingyan would take him in.

All his life, he had been trying to be the most perfect Wei Xun in the eyes of others, the son of Zhilan Yushu in the eyes of the world, and the smart and self-disciplined good apprentice in the eyes of his master.

He tried his best to please everyone, but no one really liked him.

They respect him, rely on him, but fear or use the supreme power.

There was only such a small body that really relied on him and fell asleep peacefully in his arms.He was the one who took Xiao Yi back to the mountain, but he failed to protect Xiao Yiyi.

During those five years in the hut, there was not a day when he did not regret that he had lost the only person in the world who really needed him in order to be that perfect Wei Xun who was almost hypocritical, in order to make everyone need him.

Until one day, Xiao Yi returned to him with scars all over his body.

The perfect Wei Xun at that time had already passed away, even though Wei Xun at that time was already a mortal body, his face was completely ruined, and his five senses were incomplete... But Xiao Yi still relied on him, just like back then.

Xiao Yi even said that he envied such an ugly body like himself.

Xiao Yi not only said it, but also did it, but Wei Xunni was deeply troubled in half a year.

After that, Xiao Yi used his sword again, making Wei Xun search hard for 300 years.

Wei Xun actually thought about it, maybe he should resent Xiao Yi as others said.

It was Xiao Yi who ruined the life of the perfect Wei Xun, and came back to piece together a crippled Wei Xun.

If Xiao Yi could be blamed, maybe his 300 years would be easier.

But he couldn't do it.

He loves Xiao Yi so much.

I love so much that I no longer have my own likes and dislikes, I only know that loving the world is the only one who truly loves me.

During these 300 years, he didn't know whether he was looking for or waiting; he only knew——

The deepest despair in the world is not that there is no reason to live, but that the reason to live is gone, but the reason not to die is still there.

300 years later, Xiao Yiyi looked back lightly, letting him know that the dependence and infatuation in this life are nothing but a pure soul, which will attract the sons of the six evil stars for generations to come.

that is it.

He also didn't want to believe that he could refute Shen Lingyi, but he couldn't refute the unwillingness and resentment in his heart.

The first time Xiao Yi looked at him was so blazing and pure; Xiao Yi believed every word he said from the very beginning; no matter how many people were around him, no matter what was happening around him, Xiao Yi never seemed to see , I only knew to look up at him stubbornly.

Every picture is still spread in front of him.

300 years, Xiao Yi, 300 years.

Dynasties have changed, and the sea has changed.

Such a long time is enough to continue to write all hopes into death, enough to polish all longings into oblivion.

All those who hated and hurt you and me, those who did not agree with you and my eccentric love, are dead, and I can't even find a single person I want to hate.

Let alone love someone.

Although the years are rushing, his life is also very long. He doesn't know that it is too late to learn to forget someone from this moment.

Xiao Yi finally couldn't wait for Wei Xun's half-word response. He struggled to support his useless body, and pulled the tattered obscene clothes to cover himself.

It was only when he got up that he saw the blood under his body, which was so similar to the first time that year.

But it's not like it at all.

At that time, Wei Xun loved him so much, he was so distressed that he suppressed himself and dared not touch him again.

How much Wei Xun loved him back then, how much Wei Xun now hates him.

The once affectionate and lingering love seems like a lifetime away.

"Wei Xun, it's been two lives." Xiao Yi had a wry smile on his pale face, "Every time you and I "meet each other honestly" for the first time, must we be in such a mess?"

Wei Xun's eyebrows twitched. Although he couldn't see what happened back then, he knew everything.

He still puts the red sheet at the bottom of the box carefully.

He understood what Xiao Yi was talking about, so he clenched his fists tightly with his hands in his wide sleeves, with his nails embedded in his palms, but he was not qualified to be in pain with Xiao Yi.

Because his current body will not be injured again.

"Wei Xun!" Xiao Yi could only see Wei Xun's indifference from the back of Wei Xun, and he cried hoarsely, "We, why are we here!"

Something trickled out from behind him, and it belonged to Wei Xun.

Xiao Yi knew that it was Wei Xun who was leaving him.

"Give me an hour to pack myself up." He lowered his head and said in despair, "Come back in an hour."

After Wei Xun left, Xiao Yi was stunned for a long time before getting up, randomly picked up a shirt beside the couch to wrap himself up, walked into the east kitchen, and casually wiped his body with the cold water in the jar.

In the past, every time he finished his work, Wei Xun would boil him a large bucket of hot water, hug him into the bathtub and gently scrub him. He squinted his eyes in comfort, and Wei Xun would considerately put his hand on him. between the chin and the rim of the barrel.

Now the cold water in the tank slid over his body, making him shiver in the chill of early spring.

The handkerchief in his hand brushed vigorously across his left shoulder, drawing a dark red mark where Wei Xun had left his teeth marks just now, with a hint of exasperation.

He was born fair, and his teeth marks and red marks stood out.

Holding his own arms and swinging them twice, he became more and more disgusted with this useless body.

Walking back to the bedroom, he looked around with gentle eyes.

Everything in the room has not changed, he still seems to be able to see his previous dream in every corner of the room.

Until his eyes flicked across the wooden boxes placed by the corner of the bed.

The boxes were not small, and they were piled on top of each other. It seemed that there were a few new ones and a few old ones.The paint leather on the old boxes underneath was a little peeled off.

Although the things are old and not expensive, it is obvious that someone has taken care of them carefully, and they are spotless and neatly placed.

Xiao Yi remembered that Yu Jun once told him that no one could enter this room except Wei Xun.

What is hidden in the box that Wei Xun took care of carefully?

Xiao Yi stepped on the floor with bare feet, hesitantly and nervously walked towards the wooden boxes.

Maybe it was because of the cold water just now, or maybe it was because of the pain in his body, the straight and clean calf exposed under his thin shirt was still trembling slightly.

Lifting the lid of the box with trembling hands, Xiao Yi saw a box full of rice paper in front of him.

"I saw Master painted a portrait of you. There are men's clothing and female portraits. I asked Master who is in the painting, and he only said... It's his first wife."

What Yu Jun said, Xiao Yi suddenly remembered.

Wife...

He carefully peeled off the layer of white rice paper covering the dust on his face, and saw a box of Danqing.

All by himself.

There is the red dress in Zuihuanfang; there is the light blue inner disciple uniform on Linqingshan; more is his adult appearance, wearing Wei Xun's clothes that don't fit well.

How can it be?

How can it be!

Frantically, he overturned the boxes in front of him, opened the boxes below, randomly grabbed a handful of papers inside, and knelt on the ground to look at them one by one.

There are pictures and words.

It was Wei Xun's handwriting. He had seen Wei Xun's handwriting on the red-gilded wedding invitation.

With trembling pupils, he scanned Wei Xunjuan's small regular script, and saw the same words at the inscription of every letter——

Widower Wei Xun.

When the last four characters were written on each sheet of paper, even the ink was trembling.

Every piece of paper starts with "My Wife Xiao Yi" and ends with "Widower Wei Xun"...

Each letter is a letter written by Wei Xun to him in the past 300 years, expressing endless heartfelt thoughts and longings.

Xiao Yi burst into tears, grabbed his hair in pain, and cried bitterly.

He felt that as long as he turned his head, he could still see that in every lonely night, Wei Xun would sit by the desk in front of the window with the light on.

Wei Xun wrote "A beautiful woman in the colorful clouds, I want to give it to the distant sky. Lovesickness has no reason to see, and I look forward to the cool breeze."; He also wrote "Where does the eternal night go? Absolutely. The fragrance is hidden, the eyebrows are drawn, the moon Will sink. Struggle forbearance and not find each other? Resentment and loneliness. Change my heart, for yours, and I will remember each other deeply."

Lingering love becomes poetry.

Tears drenched the letter paper, and Xiao Yi saw the most familiar article in it - married and married, with no doubts about their love and affection.

At the beginning, he didn't read much, he only heard the first two lines, and he didn't see the whole poem until today.

Life should come back, and death should be Sauvignon Blanc.

This is a farewell poem.

It turned out that it was wrong from the beginning.

He knelt and sat in the room full of calligraphy and painting, suddenly remembered something, got up and wanted to go to the couch.His calf was sore and numb, he stumbled and hit the ground, and there was a bruise on his forehead.

Finally coming to the side of the couch, he knelt in front of the couch, lifted the pillow, and saw the brocade pouch under it.

The brand-new and exquisite brocade bag was old and faded, and the cloth surface was wrinkled, as if it was often held in the hands of others.

He hesitated to open the kit, and the two strands of hair on the temples of himself and Wei Xun were still tightly bound by the red string, while the red paper wrapped around the knotted hair of the two was crumpled as if it had been soaked in water .

The trace looked like a round drop of water falling on the paper, no matter how you looked at it, it was too much like a tear stain.

Xiao threw all his things on the couch, but the brocade bag was still bulging. He put his fingers into the brocade bag and found out the piece of silk that he tore off Wei Xun's sleeve back then.

"elder brother……"

He whispered amidst the crying, calling Wei Xun's name over and over again.

"He is waiting for the rain, but he is actually waiting for you."

He remembered what Yu Jun said.

Yu Jun also said that Wei Xun had watered the toon tree with spiritual energy for 300 years, and Yu Jun said that Wei Xun went to find himself...

"Brother!" Xiao Yi leaned against the bed, crying with his head in his arms, and murmured intermittently: "Why on earth..."

The author has something to say: I forgot to wish you all a happy holiday yesterday. Maybe Ayu was too nervous...

The little cute Ayu who came to this chapter to check in today made a little red envelope duck~

The beautiful woman is in the colorful clouds, and she wants to give it to the distant sky.There is no reason to see lovesickness, and I look forward to the cool breeze.From "Folding Lotus with a Gift" [Author] Li Bai·Tang

Where does Yong Ye leave people?Absolutely no sound.The incense pavilion is hidden, the eyebrows are drawn, and the moon will sink.Struggle not to find each other?Resentment and quilt.For my heart, for your heart, I know each other deeply.Excerpted from "Where to Leave People in the Evernight" [Author] Gu Que·Tang