Don't Forget Everything

Song Yilin and Wen Ran left Wuwangzhai, the sound of silk and bamboo music, singing, dancing and laughing abandoned their skills, and the streets and alleys in the middle of the night were very quiet and lonely.

Song Yilin held Wen Ran's hand and asked, "What are you thinking?"

What did Wen Ran and Wei Chuyue talk about alone in the room?Song Yilin couldn't help but think about it. The matter of Wuwangzhai had nothing to do with Wen Ran, and Qin Tang's case had nothing to do with him, but Wen Ran was somehow involved.During the day, Wenran went to the government office, and soon after he came back, he was full of worries. It was Wenran's request to come to Wuwangzhai with him, and Song Yilin felt very uneasy.

Wen Ran's brows were gloomy, he didn't know how to talk to Song Yilin, Wei Chuyue didn't seem to give him an answer, which made him very confused.

"Brother Song, let me think about it, let's talk about it when we go back, okay?"

Song Yilin nodded, and held Wen Ran's hand firmly in her own, for fear that Wen Ran would get lost while walking.

In the dead of night, Wen Ran walked with his head bowed. If Song Yilin was not by his side, he might feel very lonely. Looking back on the past, he suddenly realized that even if he left the capital, he was still the young master of the Wen family who didn't know much about the world. He thought he was fleeing The treacherous intrigues in the court will be free, even if the poor can be happy, but they don't know that he is protected from the beginning to the end. With Song Yilin, Wu Wangzhai, and Wen Shi, he never went far.

Wen Ran didn't know whether he should cry or laugh. Compared to himself, Wei Chuyue knew the Wen family, his grandfather and uncle better.

Wen Ran slightly raised his eyes to look at Song Yilin. Song Yilin once said that Wuwangzhai is based on money, and sometimes there are exceptions. It seems to be based on Wei Chuyue's mood.Wen Ran thought, maybe Song Yilin didn't know Wei Chuyue's secret at all, maybe he didn't want to know at all.

Wei Chuyue said that he could choose not to know according to his own will, but should he?

Can he choose not to know, or choose revenge?Take revenge on that superior person.

Wen Ran was taken aback by his thoughts, he had never thought of this before.His hatred has never dissipated, perhaps because he never thought of revenge and seeking justice for his father Wen Yuanchang, so his hatred has no outlet, cannot be resolved, but can only be suppressed and buried.

"Brother Song, what does revenge feel like?" Wen Ran suddenly asked.

Song Yilin was stunned, and frowned at Wen Ran: "What's wrong? Why do you ask?"

"Brother Song... How does it feel to kill the person who killed your family with your own hands?"

Song Yilin looked at Wen Ran's strange behavior, and kept beating in his heart. He pulled him into his arms nervously, but didn't know how to comfort him: "Well, tell me, what happened?"

Wen Ran looked up at Song Yilin, and asked in a low voice, "Can you tell me?"

Song Yilin doesn't like Wenran's current appearance. His expression seems to have returned to Wen Yuanchang's spiritual seat two years ago. His mourning is like ashes. All the pain in his heart is too deep and too strong. He can't hide it and can only endure it silently. boiled.

Song Yilin hugged Wenran, wanting to take away his pain: "Don't think about that."

"tell me."

Wen Ran questioned him three times, but Song Yilin couldn't refuse him three times. He slowly let go of Wen Ran and said softly, "Okay, I'll tell you. But you also have to tell me what happened."

Wen Ran nodded.

"Song Clan in Haiyuan... the ancestors of my family used to be military generals in the former dynasty, and they made outstanding achievements. However, after the world was overthrown and the ancestors died for the country, the prosperity of the Song Clan declined. Not in the court, but the Song family's sword skills have been passed down, gradually gaining fame in the Jianghu, the Central Plains martial arts are respected by the sword, there are not many sword masters, and no one can fight with the Song family's sword skills , Many masters of swordsmanship were also defeated by my grandfather one after another, and later they became established as sects."

Song Yilin had never told anyone about these past events, not even Wei Chuyue. When he met Wei Chuyue, he only said that he wanted to kill someone, and Wei Chuyue agreed with a smile.For so many years, Wei Chuyue knew about his Song family's affairs, but he never mentioned it. Like other secrets in Wei Chuyue's heart, he knew it clearly, and no one else needed to explain it.

Song Yilin was still very young when the Song family had an accident. He could hardly remember what the family looked like in the past, but he always had a kind of pride. He was an enemy, but he couldn't rebuild the Song family. He felt ashamed.

Song Yilin was talking, suddenly smiled, and said: "This world is really scary and ridiculous, what did the Song family do wrong to bring about the disaster?"

Wen Ran looked at Song Yilin and felt a sudden pain in his heart. He shouldn't have asked.

"Brother Song, stop talking, those things are over."

Song Yilin shook her head and continued: "I don't know when, there have been rumors in the world that the Song family in Haiyuan is actually the tomb guard of the former royal family. The tomb is in Haiyuan, and the key is in the Song family. I have never understood why someone wants To do something as damaging to morality as robbing tombs, and I don’t understand why people are planning to kill people all over the house because of those dead things.”

Thinking of the past, Song Yilin still couldn't help trembling with anger, he still hated, not a little bit less.

Wen Ran felt Song Yilin's anger and was afraid in his heart. He didn't want Song Yilin to think about those anymore, but it was too late now. He could only silently hold Song Yilin's hand and lean against him, hoping to comfort him a little bit.

"It's not a mausoleum of the royal family at all, but an old custom in the army of the previous dynasty. There will be a tomb next to the camp of the garrison. On the first day of joining the army, all recruits have to go there and put something on their own. One day they They can’t come back, that’s their tomb, where there are sachets sewn by their wives, shoes and socks made by their mothers, the first baby tooth that the child lost, and a lock of their own hair...there is everything in it. Yes, but there is nothing valuable..."

Wen Ran felt very uncomfortable listening to it. He couldn't imagine how much pain Song Yilin had felt in his heart these years. He couldn't even listen to it. How did Song Yilin survive?Wen Ran pulled Song Yilin back: "Stop talking, Brother Song, I'm sorry, I won't ask any more!"

Song Yilin faced Wen Ran, saw his eyes were blood red, and knew that he felt sad when he heard it. He just knew that Wen Ran would not like his story, so he never told it. Now that the story has been told, he wants to After speaking, he wanted to release himself from that tomb.

"Of course, now that I have you, I'm not afraid of those anymore." Song Yilin held Wen Ran in his arms. He thought that he would never be able to say these words, but now that Wen Ran is with him, he will do it for him Sad and distressed, he is very content.

"Young Master Wei saved me, promised to avenge me, and found the whereabouts of that person for me, not only that person, but also everyone who entered Song's house that night, Young Master Wei found them all." Song Yilin suddenly laughed, "Sometimes, I really feel that Wei Shao is really scary, and I must not offend him."

Wen Ran listened quietly without speaking.He didn't know what kind of person Wei Chuyue was, he couldn't understand Wei Chuyue.

"I personally killed the person who killed my Song family. How does it feel? It feels very cold and very hot. The whole world is icy cold. It seems that there is no living thing, no breathing or feeling, but the blood is hot. It’s hot, and it’s the best thing to pay homage to the dead.”

Song Yilin smiled. He recalled the self seriously. Wei Chuyue found out those people one by one. He walked up to them and looked into his eyes. Those greedy faces were full of disbelief and begging for mercy at the moment of death. , The pain of death is the same, from shock, fear, pleading to anger, hatred, until their blood is exhausted, their breath is cut off, leaving exactly the same emptiness on their faces.

"My master, my father-killing enemy, recognized me the moment he saw me. I haven't seen him for more than ten years. He still recognizes me. Maybe I'm already a frequent visitor in his nightmares. When I killed him, it was midsummer night, and the weather was very hot. He was not my opponent at all. When he knelt under my sword, he was very calm, and he smiled at me without saying anything. I thought I would be very angry and vent all the hatred these years, but no, I don’t know why he laughed, why he didn’t cry, beg for mercy, or repent. I hated him for so many years, and a sword pierced through his chest At that time, I suddenly felt very funny. It turned out that it was so easy to kill him, but I have suffered for so many years. My hatred is still there and has not dissipated with his death. I thought it was because he died so easily. He should be punished in the same way, and his whole family should be killed, perhaps his youngest son should be left to mourn for him, and give him a chance to kill me to take revenge."

Song Yilin finally said that his hatred needs to be cooled with blood, and revenge is like a poison that drives people crazy. Not only does he need to kill people to pay homage to his hatred, but he also needs to kill all people, young and old. , but anyone who has a little bit of relatives should be responsible for his pain.

Song Yilin hated herself for being like that, and couldn't do anything but kill people.

"Wen Ran, I don't know how to stop hating."

"Go home, let's go home." Wen Ran didn't know how to comfort Song Yilin, he just wanted to go home quickly and take Song Yilin home.

Wen Ran felt relieved when he returned to his small yard, home, and his own small world. It seemed as if the big rock in his heart could be moved away by an inch or three, and it wouldn't be too much. He was crushed to death by that big rock.

Song Yilin pulled Wen Ran into the room without turning on the lights, and hugged Wen Ran to the bed in his arms, as if only in this way could he get some comfort and calm down.

"I'm sorry...thank you for listening to me." Song Yilin was a little scared. Wen Ran was different from Wei Chuyue. He was very clean and pure. dislike him.

Wen Ran clung to Song Yilin's arms, and also hugged him tightly: "Brother Song, we never need to be sorry and thank you. I will not leave you, and please don't let me go."

"Wen Ran..."

Wen Ran gently covered Song Yilin's lips, pouring all his emotions into one kiss, this moment will last forever.