Beauty burst table

half year later.

In Kongtong Mountain, there are towering strange peaks and misty clouds.

After a heavy snowfall, the mountains and fields are filled with white.

A young man was sitting on the couch, hugging the quilt, as if he was shy from the cold, even in the room, he wore a velvet cap on his head.There is floor heating in the house, which is already as warm as spring, but there is a charcoal fire again, and a Ru kiln vase in front of the window contains well-opened wintersweet.

The plum blossoms are cool and beautiful, and the shadows of the flowers are reflected in front of the paper window, and it is another year of winter.

This boy is Xie Lingqiao.

Xie Lingqiao has been sleeping more often in recent days and less awake. Now is the end of the day. He just woke up from a deep sleep. He sat up and rubbed his eyes dimly. His long hair like splashed ink was hanging down his shoulders. Feeling the chill, she subconsciously withdrew her hand and hugged the brocade quilt embroidered with gold thread tightly.

He is now in Kongtong, Shen Ling's home.

"Qiao Qiao," Shen Ling's clear voice came from outside the screen at this moment.

Xie Lingqiao turned his head, and saw the broad-shouldered and long-legged figure of a young man painted the screen of the distant mountain and then turned out. It was indeed Shen Ling.Seeing Xie Lingqiao obediently sitting on the couch, Shen Ling looked a little dazed, and smiled with his lips bent, with a warm smile. He walked to the side of the couch, sat down, helped Xie Lingqiao on the shoulders, and said softly: "Why? Don't sleep much?"

Xie Lingqiao shook his head lightly, "I've had enough sleep, I'm tired." Once upon a time, he even felt tired while sleeping.

After Shen Ling heard these words, a trace of sadness flashed deep in his eyes, and he quickly covered it up, still smiling, as if nothing happened at all.

"Then I'll read the story to you." Shen Ling said lightly, "Continue from last time."

"Ah."

Xie Lingqiao nodded, seeing Shen Ling smiling at him, he also smiled back. The slightly pale young man, with such a smile, seemed to have a touch of gaudy lips, weak and beautiful, more pitiful than plum blossoms.

Shen Ling then dug out the folk tale book that he had read halfway last time, sat beside Xie Lingqiao, and read it gently and slowly, sentence by sentence.

The rhythm of the story was just right, and the voice was pleasant to the ear. Xie Lingqiao listened to it, and felt relaxed physically and mentally, and did not feel uncomfortable.

At this time, his thoughts drifted away, and he wandered away, recalling the chaotic things he encountered in the short period of time in Jianjian Villa half a year ago——

At that time, Yuejiao, that is, the leader of the cult, Xue Xiaodong, was dueling with the Juggernaut. The reason was that Mrs. Lin Hua told him later that it was nothing more than the death of Hua Mengying 20 years ago. Both men loved her deeply. , after 20 years, it is finally time to make a conclusion.

Hua Mengying died in order to protect the Sword Saint; the Sword Saint has been depressed since then, and the leader of the Moon Sect is even more difficult to let go.In recent years, Yuejiao has wanted to invade and erode the power of the Central Plains. When it is time for a duel, it can take the opportunity to kill all the rising stars of the various sects who came to run for the successor of the Juggernaut.

It's just that the leader of the Moon Sect never thought of it. He thought it was a unilateral massacre, but Xie Lingqiao was an extra variable.

Unfortunately, Xie Lingqiao was injured by a hidden poison weapon, and fainted on the spot. Feng Yinqiao rushed forward to check Xie Lingqiao's injury, and found out that the poison quenched by the hidden weapon could not be cured, and was extremely vicious. Shocked and grief-stricken, Yinqiao immediately defected from Yuejiao regardless, and joined hands with Shen Ling, who was almost mad, to deal with the people of Yuejiao, and the man with a charming face who accidentally injured Xie Lingqiao was severely injured.

In that battle, the Moon Sect retreated steadily, and finally the Righteous Path narrowly won.

But the poison in Xie Lingqiao's body cannot be cured after all, and he is destined to live soon.As for living another two months, half a year, or a year, it doesn't make much difference.

Xie Lingqiao also knows medicine, he knows what his body looks like.In the last few days, he wanted to fulfill the agreement with Shen Ling, so he bid farewell to Fengyin Bridge and returned to Kongtong with Shen Ling.

Since returning to Kongtong, Xie Lingqiao has never contacted Fengyinqiao again, not even a single word in a letter. He originally wanted to leave Fengyinqiao, and now he has fulfilled his wish.

When his thoughts returned, Xie Lingqiao happened to hear Shen Ling read a story from the former history of the government and the opposition, and attached a poem:

"Yijun's heart is like the water of the West River, flowing eastward day and night without a break."

Slowly speak the lines in Shen Ling's young voice, each word seems to carry a different meaning.

Xie Lingqiao heard this, blinked, and asked in confusion: "Is it really so long to miss you?"

Shen Ling's eyes fell on Xie Lingqiao's face. He looked at it so seriously, as if he wanted to firmly remember every detail of the other party. He paused, and suddenly said softly:

"Well, it's been a long time." It's like, when Xie Lingqiao left for a few years, every time he recalled each other.

Xie Lingqiao was suddenly knocked down by a burst of drowsiness, his eyelids became heavy, and his body was also tired. He pinched the corner of the quilt, "I'm sleepy again..."

"Go to sleep." Shen Ling smiled, and seemed to be naturally helping Xie Lingqiao to lie down carefully, and tucked in the quilt for him.

After Xie Lingqiao lay down under the quilt and closed his eyelids sleepily, Shen Ling's eyes turned slightly red, and he slowly left his hand from the quilt, but couldn't help stroking Xie Lingqiao's hair scattered on the side of his neck.

Xie Lingqiao's mental head was getting worse day by day.

As the winter deepened, he became more and more afraid of the cold, and half a month later, he spent most of the time huddled on the couch and lethargic, his hands and feet were cold no matter how warm the floor was, so Shen Ling tried his best to keep him warm, often at night Hold him tightly and don't let go.

There is an old slave in Kongtong who is in charge of sweeping. He has an ugly face, full of pockmarks, like a snakeskin bag riddled with holes, but he treats Xie Lingqiao very well. He often visits Xie Lingqiao and stays in the Xie Lingqiao house The maid took the initiative to replace her when she was too busy.

The old slave took care of Xie Lingqiao more carefully than the maid, even Shen Ling.So after half a year, Xie Lingqiao remembered the other party.

One night, Xie Lingqiao caught wind and cold, curled up on the couch and shivered, Shen Ling was sent by his father to the foot of the mountain to do business and hadn't returned yet, Xie Lingqiao was unconscious, and was covered by a pair of warm hands on his forehead. Okay, and I can't remember what happened last night.

On this day, the sky was bright, a rare warm sunny day in winter.

Xie Lingqiao's spirit has improved recently, so Shen Ling picked him up from the couch and carried him to the yard to bask in the sun.

When he was carried out, the sun shone warmly on his body, and his limbs were so comfortable that they seemed to stretch out.Clouds float softly above the blue sky, and the wonderful scenery of Kongtong comes into view from far to near.

Shen Ling carried him to the bamboo couch, which had been covered with two layers of animal skins, but Shen Ling was still afraid that Xie Lingqiao would be cold, so he sat down by himself, put Xie Lingqiao on his lap, and put Xie Lingqiao in a thick cloak Hugging, two arms tied around each other's waist.

"Qiao Qiao." Shen Ling always likes to call Xie Lingqiao's name recently, calling out softly one after another, as if he can't shout enough, and it's the same at this time.

"Huh?" Xie Lingqiao responded, raised his head slightly, and smiled at Shen Ling with crescent eyes.Because his energy has improved in the past few days, his face is also radiant, ruddy and good-looking, and his smile has a little more vitality.

"When you recover, let's go to Qiongying Island to pick peach blossoms, shall we?" Shen Ling stared at Xie Lingqiao's smiling face.

Shen Ling hadn't seen Xie Lingqiao smiling so energetically for a month or two, it was very rare.And Xie Lingqiao's eyes were bent, gentle and in a daze, just like the first time he saw it, which made Shen Ling's heart soften a little.

"Qingying Island... okay." Xie Lingqiao nodded his chin, although his body was still weak and his voice was low, "the peach blossoms there should be very beautiful."

"I still have to go to Yangzhou. There are many tourists in Yangzhou in spring, but it's still interesting in summer. If you think it's noisy, we will go in summer."

Shen Ling caressed Xie Lingqiao's long hair.Even when he was weak, Xie Lingqiao had long hair like a waterfall, black and smooth.

"Then go in summer." Xie Lingqiao narrowed his eyes slightly, feeling the warmth of the sun on his back.His long black hair set off his handsome and indistinguishable face.

What Shen Ling said again was mostly his longing for the future, and the future described word by word was like a beautiful picture scroll dyed with strokes of strokes, romantic and bright.

The warmth and freedom make people flustered.

Xie Lingqiao listened, at first silently agreed, then, sleepy climbed up, lay on the other's shoulder, closed his eyes slightly, and let himself slowly fall asleep.

He felt very sleepy, and he thought, just sleep for a while.

On a bright and sunny day in Kongtong Mountain in winter, the clouds are rolling and the clouds are relaxing, and the white snow on the branches is melting and shining with crystal light. Everything is relaxed and stable.

When Shen Ling lowered his head again, he saw Xie Lingqiao in his arms, not moving.

"Qiao Qiao..." Shen Ling's voice trembled. When he held Xie Lingqiao's hand, he felt that the other's hand was also cold and stiff.

Xie Lingqiao's breath passed away silently, while listening to Shen Ling's talk about those interesting and bright futures.

There is no future.

Shen Ling's hands were trembling, and he hugged Xie Lingqiao who was out of breath, his face was as white as paper, and his pupils were full of panic and despair.

Xie Lingqiao's body and the warmth of a living person are gone.

It turned out that Xie Lingqiao's complexion was rosy in recent days, but it was just a flash of light.

"Jojo—!"

Holding Xie Lingqiao in his arms, Shen Ling roared in a low and extremely hoarse voice, like a caged animal that cannot see the light in the dark night.

He burst into tears.

Some people's love is as funny as youth.

Like torn books, withered flowers,

A dead cat cannot be retrieved, and it will never be obtained.

Behind the bamboo couch where Shen Ling and Xie Lingqiao were sitting, not far away, under a thick old locust tree that had been planted here for an unknown number of years, stood an old man dressed as a servant with his hunched legs.

The branches of the locust tree were covered with snow, the old slave looked at the two quietly without saying a word.

After an unknown amount of time, he turned around and peeled off a layer of skin on his face with stiff hands. The skin turned out to be a human leather mask, and the face under the mask was handsome and young. It was clearly that of Feng Yinqiao. .

He turned into a pockmarked old slave and guarded Xie Lingqiao for half a year. Today, he saw Xie Lingqiao for the last time.

There was a hole in his eyes, and behind the hole, there was a childlike confusion.

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"Report-"

In the side hall of Yuejiao, a man in black quickly ran in from the outside of the hall, and when he reached one person, he bent down and saluted, but the salute was interrupted when he was less than halfway through, the man said anxiously:

"Say it!"

The person who was reported was also a man. The man had a charming and delicate face with a hint of evil.He is the head of Yuejiao Tiansheng Hall, Yin Ling.

"The boy was on Mount Kongtong, he passed away yesterday..."

"...What nonsense are you talking about, let's investigate again!" Yin Ling's pupils constricted after hearing the word "death", and he glared at his subordinates, waved his hand, and pointed in the direction of Kongtong Mountain.

The lips under his hands twitched, but he didn't dare to resist Yin Ling's order. Even though he was puzzled, he had to leave first and continue to explore.

But that beautiful young man clearly died on Kongtong Mountain yesterday.

After the subordinates withdrew, the hall was immersed in a depressing silence.Yin Ling became flustered in a rare way, frowning tightly, his mood was complicated and unspeakable.

—Death?

Xie Lingqiao, dead?

Yin Ling had imagined many kinds of developments after reuniting with Xie Lingqiao in an open and aboveboard manner, such as what would happen after winning the heart of a young man, but never expected this one, which was a later one that completely cut off the idea.

About four years ago, that winter, when he was ordered to hunt down Shen Ling, he first saw Xie Lingqiao who was hugged and protected by Shen Ling.

At that time, the panic-stricken young man, with his delicate eyebrows and eyes under the shadow of swords and swords, captured his mind in an instant.

He thought it was very beautiful, and he ripped off the boy's hair viciously to play with, while praising the boy's beauty.

At that time Xie Lingqiao glared at him, and he still remembered this look after he returned to the church.The attraction of Xie Lingqiao to him was about from then on, and he thought it was fun, so he continued to observe Xie Lingqiao secretly.

Yin Ling is best at collecting intelligence information, and is also good at assassination. He has been collecting Xie Lingqiao's information and movements in the past few years. window.

As for Xie Lingqiao's movements in the past few years, he can be said to be well aware of them, including the other party's entanglement with Shen Ling and Feng Yinqiao, and even changing bodies.

Yin Ling felt that Xie Lingqiao was transformed from a goblin, so he saw all the strange things in him, but he didn't find it scary, but found it more and more fun.

It was this fun that made him secretly pay attention to Xie Lingqiao until now.Also, I am becoming more and more jealous of Shen Ling and Feng Yinqiao... I don't know when this jealousy started, and he doesn't plan to restrain himself after he realizes it. Feng Yinqiao has a high position in the church and is not active. So he took advantage of the scuffle that day to attack Shen Ling.

Unexpectedly, Xie Lingqiao was accidentally injured.

It can be said that Xie Lingqiao was the one who killed him.

"...Xie Lingqiao." Yin Ling recited the name unconsciously, still completely unable to believe that the goblin-like young man named by this name had died yesterday.

He staggered backward and sat alone on the ground.

To him, Xie Lingqiao didn't think it was very important at first, he just wanted to monopolize it, but now, when the person passed away, his heart ached.

It was as if a piece had been dug out, and blood dripped down.

Xie Lingqiao's departure, to Shen Ling, was the second parting that abandoned him.

The first time, he left without saying goodbye; this second time, he was in his arms, and he saw him leave with his own eyes.Only this time, it was truly gone forever.

After burying Xie Lingqiao with his own hands, Shen Ling was extremely depressed during the initial period. He locked himself in the house where Xie Lingqiao lived for a whole month.

During that month, he didn't speak or laugh, and drew pictures about Shering Joe crazily.He is good at painting, and Xie Lingqiao's appearance in his memory is so vivid, so when he paints, his aura is stronger than before.

But what is the use of the best painting, the people in the painting will no longer appear.

"Thousands of maple leaves turn into thousands of branches, and the river bridge hides the slanting sun. Yijun's heart is like the water of the West River, which flows eastward day and night without a break." Xie Lingqiao once asked him, can longing really be as long as in the poem, and Shen Ling said yes .

It is true, longing is like a cocoon, if it cannot be untied, it will suffocate people to death.

After a month, Shen Ling seemed to have untied the cocoon.He came out of the dark room, saw the light of day again, practiced martial arts diligently, assisted in handling sect affairs, went down the mountain to fight for righteousness, and completed all these things, the rhythm seemed to be the same as before.

He met more people, solved more things, his martial arts advanced even more, and his reputation in the world became more and more prosperous.However, in just four years, when it was time to elect a new leader of the martial arts alliance, he became the new leader of the martial arts alliance.

Another year later, he hibernated the cult Yuejiao. It took him three months to destroy its base camp by himself and cut off the head of the leader Xue Xiaodong. scattered, the remaining party members fled and disappeared.

Two years later, the frontier Huns invaded on a large scale, massacred the city for demonstrations, and their lives were devastated. When life and death were at stake, Shen Ling led various martial arts sects to help his generals fight the enemy in a bloody battle against Yangcheng. Handsome head, the battle of Yangcheng was won.

The emperor wanted to add an official to the rank of Shen Ling, but Shen Ling did not accept it. Instead, a few months later, he gave up the position of martial arts leader to a young swordsman and retired from the world.

People don't know where this once-legendary chivalrous man has disappeared. Occasionally in teahouses and taverns, this name will be remembered in the occasional chat, and the genius swordsman, martial arts leader, and chivalrous man named Shen Ling in the long river of time, and then To a sigh.

It was a short and brilliant name like fireworks. It became famous in the teens and retired in the twenties. Fortunately, there are occasional posterity who recall it with reverence.

Shen Ling has never been married in his life, and there are no bees and butterflies around him - after he retired, he adopted a little boy. The boy's eyebrows and eyes are three points similar to Xie Lingqiao.

When the boy was 20 years old, he married a gentle girl. Before getting married, he finally couldn't help asking Shen Ling: Who is the person in the painting?There are too many paintings of Xie Lingqiao in Shen Ling's house, each one is so vivid and has always been cherished and valued.The boy came across Shen Ling's expression when he painted the person on the paper stroke by stroke, as if he was treating a deeply loved person.

Shen Ling suddenly came to a sudden, almost inaudibly, with long thoughts, whispered: "Qiao Qiao."

It's Jojo, Xie Lingqiao.

Feng Yinqiao pretended to be a pockmarked old slave and quietly guarded Xie Lingqiao for half a year in Kongtong, helping him during the summer solstice and winter. On that clear day, Xie Lingqiao died in Shen Ling's arms, and he watched from behind the tree.

In front of Xie Lingqiao's tomb, he went to offer a toast, and then sat in front of the tomb for a day and a night.

On the second day, the sky was bright, and when the morning sun shone on the pine rocks in the forest, he got up and left.

After that, Fengyinqiao began to travel around the world, and she changed her bad temper in practicing medicine in the past, actively cured diseases and saved lives, and sometimes even went to the countryside to treat poor villagers in person without charging fees.He saved more and more people. People who respected and appreciated him sincerely regarded him as a miracle doctor and praised him as Hua Tuo's rebirth. It didn't take long for his reputation to spread all over the world.

Different from the high-ranking and unpredictable wind doctor in the past, the later him is much more amiable and respectable.

In the Battle of Yangcheng, he sent the extremely effective Jinchuang medicine to his army, which accelerated Shen Ling's victory over the enemy and reduced the casualties of soldiers by at least [-]%.

After ten years of traveling around the world, Fengyinqiao finally returned to the valley where Xie Lingqiao lived together.

At that time, it was another spring.The peach blossoms in the valley are drifting, flowing eastward with the water.

Weeds have grown around the courtyard that has been abandoned for ten years, and the grass is as high as the knees of an adult man. Fengyin Bridge passes through the weeds, pushes open the dusty wooden door, and stands quietly in the abandoned and silent hall. Through the casement, In the distance, I saw another spring where the grass grows and the warblers fly.

Ten years ago, there was a young boy with black hair tied up with a silver headband, wearing a bright yellow spring shirt, calling Mr. Mr. and running towards him, smiling carefree like a jumping sun.

The torrent of time has diluted many people and things, but at this moment, before the blur of consciousness, light and shadow flow, everything seems to flow back ten years ago...

He picked up the boy, wiped his sweat carefully, and fed him Yingtao on the bamboo chair under the pear tree.

A tree of pear blossoms is as white as snow, and the petals are falling down one after another.

Feng Yinqiao thought he had forgotten it, but he didn't expect that it was not forgotten, but it was still engraved in his heart after many years.

At that time, he started to do his best to cure diseases and save people, but it was only because he failed to save his favorite boy back then.