Don't Forget Everything

Wei Chuyue left the Woyun Teahouse and walked around leisurely. The drinking order was meaningless at all, and he was not in the mood to go back to accompany those young masters to be arty.Wei Chuyue learns everything quickly, including temperament and piano. Although his status as a musician is a cover, it is not fake. He may not lose to Wen Ran in terms of piano skills, but he may not win in terms of artistic conception. He knows it himself.And Han Muchuan is another person who can see through at a glance, Wei Chuyue has too many distracting thoughts in his mind, the sword intent is like this, and the piano intent is similar.

Guo Mengying first encouraged Wen Ran and Wei Chuyue to compete on the piano, and then led Guo Boyan and Wen Jimin to Woyun Teahouse. She had a lot of careful thoughts, but Wei Chuyue just wanted to laugh. Come on, it's really... quite pitiful.

Wei Chuyue couldn't help smiling when he thought about it.

There was no one around, Han Muchuan suddenly appeared beside Wei Chuyue, Wei Chuyue glanced at Han Muchuan lightly, without much expression.

The courtyard of Fan Mansion is newly built, with mountains, rocks, green moors, pavilions, terraces and pavilions. Many big trees from the original courtyard were left when the courtyard was repaired. Interesting.Earlier, Wei Chuyue was arranging for the Mid-Autumn Festival, but it was only at this moment when he saw the fallen leaves of the sycamore trees in the courtyard that he suddenly realized that it was already the Mid-Autumn Festival.

"Further ahead is the back house."

"I didn't expect it to be quite close from Woyun teahouse." Even Han Muchuan said it was not easy to get in, Wei Chuyue had already given up the idea of ​​exploring again, and now he just walked around to get acquainted with the situation of Fan's mansion.

"Don't go any further."

"Guo Boyan has come out, maybe the guards inside will be looser?"

"not at all."

Wei Chuyue shrugged, he was just joking, so he changed direction along the corridor.

Someone was walking around not far away, Wei Chuyue glanced at Han Muchuan and said, "Aren't you hiding?"

"No need. There are many guests in the Fan residence, so I'm not missing one."

Wei Chuyue smiled softly, didn't chase people away, and didn't go to places with many people anymore. The yard here is clean and the scenery is good, so he went to sit in the pavilion.

A pool of calm lake, a few koi hidden in the water, swimming aimlessly.

Han Muchuan sat next to Wei Chuyue, watched the fish with Wei Chuyue, inexplicably found a little bit of leisure in Fan Mansion that he hadn't seen for a long time.

Ever since Han Muchuan came to Biancheng and brought Wei Chuyue out of the Fan Mansion, the atmosphere between them has been weird and awkward. Although Wei Chuyue didn't mention three years ago, his attitude towards Han Muchuan is completely different from the past. , the indifference and alienation are not concealed at all, not to mention the smile, it is even reluctant to glance at Han Muchuan, clearly still angry or resentful.

At this moment, Han Muchuan couldn't explain why, but he felt that Wei Chuyue seemed to have stopped being angry suddenly, and his whole body was much more peaceful.

Han Muchuan couldn't help asking Wei Chuyue: "What are you thinking?"

"what?"

"Why did you suddenly leave the tea room and sit here?"

Wei Chuyue smiled lightly: "That's a matter between Mr. Wen and Brother Song. It has nothing to do with me, so there's no need to eavesdrop."

Wei Chuyue heard what Wen Ran said, and Han Muchuan heard it clearly. He and the two of them had only met each other briefly, and they barely knew each other, but somehow he was touched. He looked at Wei Chuyue, held back for a while, and suddenly said bluntly Asked: "You don't hate me?"

Han Muchuan knows that he is stupid, but he doesn't know that the most stupid thing about him is that he can't even understand what he wants in his heart.He couldn't see Wei Chuyue suffering and being wronged, but he was the one who made him suffer and wronged.

For three years, Han Muchuan would prepare a birthday present for Wei Chuyue every year, but he had carefully selected it for half a year, but he couldn't give it away when it was ready, he wanted to smash it in his hand, and he couldn't bear it when he lifted it up, so he could only quietly keep it.After Wei Chuyue's crowning ceremony, Han Muchuan hadn't been back to the snowfields in the northwest, and he hadn't traveled in the rivers and lakes. He told Wei Lin that he was in Xuzhou, one step away from Wei Chuyue, but he shrunk into a tortoise for the winter.

If it wasn't for Wei Chuyue's sudden accident this time, he didn't know how long it would take to see Wei Chuyue, let alone talk about it.

Wei Chuyue was taken aback by the question. He thought that Han Muchuan would never say this and bring up the old matter again. Should he pretend that he didn't understand and just fool the past, or simply don't answer. It doesn't make any sense to hate it or not.

Wei Chuyue propped his chin with one hand, tilted his head slightly to watch the fish flock, as if lost in thought.

Does he not hate it?

Wei Chuyue couldn't answer this question.What he thought of was not the back of Han Muchuan who fled from the desert three years ago, but Wen Ran and Song Yilin.

Just now Wenran defended Song Yilin in front of Lu Jing and Li Zheyuan, saying that Song Yilin was the one he loved, his eyes and voice were not only frank, but also proud and satisfied.

In the past two years, Wei Chuyue has not treated Wen Ran very well. He was entrusted by Elder Wen to take care of Wen Ran, but after all, he is not a servant of the Wen family and does not need to serve Wen Ran as a young master. He is not Song Yilin, who treats Wen Ran as his master. Treasures and darlings, no matter how much you love them, it is still not enough, far from enough.

At the beginning, Song Yilin was crazy and infatuated, Wen Ran might be moved, maybe grateful, and fell in love, but how long can she last?

Wei Chuyue always thought that a son of an aristocratic family like Wen Ran was not of the same kind as Song Yilin and them, just like a bird and a fish.

Now it seems that he is really a villain.Wen Ran is sincere and devoted to Song Yilin, with no regrets.How rare it is for two people to be happy, and even more rare to hold hands together.

Wei Chuyue couldn't compare to Song Yilin, he didn't care if he couldn't fall headfirst into it, even if it was the south wall, he wouldn't give up until his head was broken.

I just realized today that he can't even compare to Wen Ran.Wei Chuyue didn't want to continue to listen to the corner in the tea room not because the matter had nothing to do with him, but because he was jealous and couldn't help feeling inferior.For Han Muchuan, he didn't even have the right to sigh that he couldn't get what he asked for, because he never really "begged" at all, so how could he hate Han Muchuan for not giving him anything?

Han Muchuan saved him, taught him swordsmanship, taught him internal strength, treated him extremely well, what right does he have to complain?Perhaps, he likes Han Muchuan, not as much as he imagined, so he can't let go of his pride and self-esteem, he can't be like Song Yilin, or even like Wenran.

Wei Chuyue thought like this, but felt as if a long needle had been stuck in his heart, the pain was so clear, but he didn't want to admit it.

"I don't hate you." Wei Chuyue was silent for a long while and finally spoke, his words were light, and there was not much taste in his words, no sorrow or joy could be heard.

Hearing Wei Chuyue's answer, Han Muchuan's heart was shocked, and he stretched out his hand to hold Wei Chuyue.

Wei Chuyue turned his head to look at Han Muchuan, his eyes no longer deliberately dodged.Every time he looked at Han Muchuan, he couldn't control his extravagant expectations, and quickly warned himself not to be stupid, to hate, to complain, to let go, and to try to let go.He doesn't want to struggle, and he doesn't like to be indecisive, like a capricious child who wants to have everything.

Han Muchuan looked at Wei Chuyue's calm and honest expression, and couldn't help frowning. He was lucky when he asked, but he couldn't be happy when he heard Wei Chuyue's answer.What Wei Chuyue said was not to hate, but it sounded like he didn't care.

Wei Chuyue lowered his eyes to look at Han Muchuan's hand holding his forearm. Han Muchuan didn't touch it for a while, and it didn't hurt, but Wei Chuyue's heart was full, and he moved to break free.

Han Muchuan held his hands empty, his heart felt like he was stepping into the air, like falling off a cliff, not so much the pain of the fall, as the panic and sorrow of falling into nothingness, when he pushed Wei Chuyue away, did he feel the same in his heart?

Han Muchuan stretched out his hand and grabbed Wei Chuyue back.

"sorry."

"No need." Wei Chuyue struggled, but this time he couldn't, and looked at Han Muchuan with a frown.

Well, he hates Han Muchuan, and he clearly has no intentions for him, why would he still provoke him? !If we don't see each other again, he will always forget one day.Don't follow him, don't care about him, don't care if he has hatred or resentment, don't say sorry, and don't hold onto him!

Perhaps Han Muchuan hopes that everything can return to the original point. They are mentors and apprentices, friends, and closer than others, but they are not lovers.

Wei Chuyue felt that Han Muchuan was cruel, how could he just say sorry and let him pretend that he had never fallen in love with him?

As soon as he hated it, he was suppressed by Wei Chuyue himself, and he decided to let it go, no matter how painful the needle in his heart was, he would pull it out, and it would be fine after the pain passed.

Long-term pain is worse than short-term pain, isn't it?

"It's okay, just forget about it." Wei Chuyue said, his voice was a little hoarse, and it was just a simple sentence, he said it dryly.

Han Muchuan loosened his hand little by little, the strength on Wei Chuyue's forearm gradually disappeared, but the pressure on his heart became heavier and heavier, Wei Chuyue squeezed his fist and retracted his hand.

Wei Chuyue looked down at the koi in the pond again, and heaved a sigh of relief.

Actually, it's not that difficult, right?

"Ayue..." Han Muchuan's hand was hanging in the air, as if he still wanted to reach out to Wei Chuyue.

Wei Chuyue changed his posture, leaned on the fence, and leaned out a little, as if he was about to go into the water to catch the koi, lazily, and quietly moved away from Han Muchuan.

Han Muchuan finally withdrew his hand and said, "A Yue, do you remember Hong Xiao and Song Wei?"

Wei Chuyue nodded: "I remember."

Hong Xiao and Song Wei, Han Muchuan's younger brother and younger sister.

Hong Xiao likes Han Muchuan, and regards him as the sun, moon and stars, and every look she looks at Han Muchuan is full of admiration and admiration.Wei Chuyue didn't like her.

Song Wei hates Han Muchuan and regards him as an old enemy. He dreams of winning Han Muchuan all his life, but it is a pity that Han Muchuan doesn't even give him a chance to lose.The most hateful thing is that Hong Xiao can only see Han Muchuan but not him, and Han Muchuan turns a blind eye to Hong Xiao, just like he is.Song Wei wished that Han Muchuan had never existed.But Han Muchuan is a high mountain that he can't reach and hangs in the sky.Wei Chuyue didn't like him either.

"Hong Xiao and Song Wei are married, and the child is almost four years old."

Wei Chuyue didn't expect Han Muchuan to say this, so he smiled and said, "I'll give the child a backup gift, and make up for the wedding gift."

"Hongxiao's sword is broken by love and hatred, and Song Wei's sword is broken by jealousy and resentment. Although the two of them are finally married, they have long been abandoned in the way of the sword..."

"Heh..." Wei Chuyue sneered, and talked about those two people for a long time, but he still said it for him.Wei Chuyue's heart is full of love and hatred, jealousy and resentment, he doesn't care if the sword is not the sword!

"A Yue..."

Wei Chuyue got up abruptly, and interrupted Han Muchuan: "Is it possible to enter the way of swordsmanship only with a pure heart and as few desires? Then you should go to the temple to accept apprentices. Oh, wrong, killing is a great precept, Amitabha, you have offended the Buddha."

"Ayue!" Han Muchuan pulled Wei Chuyue back, "I didn't mean that."

"Then what does master mean?" Wei Chuyue looked at Han Muchuan with a smile, but didn't want to hear any more nonsense from him.

"Hongxiao said she loved me, she said she hated me, but she finally let go... Ayue, do you want to let me go too?"

Wei Chuyue laughed: "As you wish. Isn't it good?"

"But what if I can't let go?"

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Master is forcing me to death... My head hurts