Sad Li

Zhang Erqiongjiu

Wang Huaijue walked quickly.

The night at midnight is bitterly cold, the moonlight is colder than the night, it is bright, freezing cold, although there is only a slender winding string, it fully reveals the bare shadows of the treetops.

It was never a good idea for a woman to walk alone on a deserted road at such a time.

What's more, she has to meet a man.

But these common insights of the world do not even have room for a fleeting moment in Wang Huaijue's mind.

She couldn't even find anything that could be considered inappropriate for her.

Han Xiao's cry seemed far away, but Wang Huaijue wrapped his pitch-black cloak tightly, and then walked faster.It was too late to go out, and she knew that she was a little late.

If he was really bumped into by a passer-by, that person must have thought that what passed by him was a erratic ghost.

After a quarter of an hour, she could already see the deserted garden in the distance.The stele engraved with the name of the garden has been half-submerged by long grass, and withered vines are clinging desperately to the cracks in the stone wall, still dreaming a thriving dream.

She passed through the garden gate in the shape of a full moon and smelled a faint fragrance.This is natural, and there will still be flowers that open and fall in an unattended garden.But this fragrance is not very strange anymore, not completely wild, with a kind of arrogant indifference to unexpected guests, but like a vague invitation.

Because the person waiting for her was already there waiting for her.

The pool is a bottomless cold pool, with a layer of dead leaves floating on it. The black color seems not to be water, but some kind of sparkling mineral.The decaying ZigZag wooden bridge is waiting to die with the last person to step on it.The moonlight was still majestic, and she could even distinguish the concave and convex carvings on the toppled stone railing.Therefore, Meng Fanghui, who was standing by the pool in white clothes, was really conspicuous to an astonishing degree.

Wang Huaijue stopped three steps away from him, not sure how to treat him.She is known for her decisive and strong temperament, so there is no reason why she does not hate Wu Ji Wu.Meng Fang called back: "A Jue." He is one of the few people in the world who can call her by these two words, but has no special relationship with her.Why don't friends count as a special relationship?

"Xiao Meng." Wang Huaiyu said, realizing that his tone was more gentle than expected. "I didn't expect you to come, let alone you would come to me."

"I'm sorry to call you out at this time, because I really dare not visit." Meng Fang replied, looking at her face with joy and concentration.The hood of the cloak has been pulled down, but Wang Huaijue is still beautiful, as beautiful as a sharp blade, anyone who dares to stretch out his hand to try the sharp blade will risk bleeding.He thus knew that there was no need to care.

But this self-assertion was all wrong this time, just this sentence made Wang Huaijue tremble.She had more or less hope for this meeting, and now it can be said to be all dashed, and it can be said to be fully realized. "Why don't you dare? I'll eat you? Or my father? If you don't tell me, I'll know. If it wasn't for him, why would you come? He doesn't even dare to show his face, and even borrows your name!"

"A Jue!" Meng Fang hurriedly waved her hand. "It was my idea... I was just afraid that you wouldn't want to see him at all." He still wanted to explain in a long way, but someone patted his shoulder.Han Jin pushed him aside, his face was filled with the helpless expression of being kindly dishelped.

"I told you not to use this set. A Jue will definitely meet me."

He said this as if Wang Huaijue was not there at all, and then he suddenly raised his eyes to see her and smiled easily. "A Jue, you are really getting more and more beautiful."

"Otherwise, do you think I should become a yellow-faced woman now, or just hang myself?" Wang Huaijue said, doubting for a moment whether she was really calm or weak. In the past, she should have gone up without saying a word. That's right, it's not like just holding down the hilt of the sword at this time; it may be that it has been too long, and the person in front of him is too strange, although he has a monstrous hatred, he can't match it for a while.Han Jin was disfigured and exhausted, but there was an extremely meaningless smile in his eyes, which he had never seen even when she was abandoned like a piece of paper back then.

"How could it be? I have absolutely no intention of doing so." Han Jin said. "Like I said at the time, you can find a better man. It may not be easy. But it's not difficult to find a man who treats you better."

Wang Huaijue gave a sharp laugh, and unexpectedly glanced back at Meng Fang. "him?"

"Han Jin, A Jue." Meng Fang replied. "You two are arguing, don't hurt the innocent."

"Xiao Meng?" Han Jin was surprised at her unscrupulousness, turned his head to look at Meng Fang, and laughed again. "That's not bad, but if Xiaomeng is willing... But why do you want to go far away? Your childhood sweetheart, junior brother named Yu, has waited for you for more than ten years and vowed not to marry for life. His hard work pays off. Now you I wish, a match made in heaven, wouldn't it be wonderful. Don't talk about now, just say that when I am here, you and him..."

His eyes suddenly hurt, and he blinked a little involuntarily, trying to avoid the frightening, cold light, like a snowstorm blowing towards his face.

It wasn't Fengxue that was approaching him, but a sword stronger than Fengxue!

Meng Fang looked back at the sword in Yu Wenbai's hand.The sword was out of its sheath, and the tip of the sword pointing obliquely at him trembled slightly under the moonlight, which looked like an illusion.

"Get out of the way." Yu Wenbo said.

Meng Fang shook her head back. "Brother Yu, it's been hard work for you to come all the way here. But this is the business of the two of them, and you should not disturb each other."

"Get out of the way." Yu Wenbo said again, this was already his limit.

"I also think that if A Jue doesn't choose you, her vision may indeed need to be improved." Meng Fang replied sincerely. "But even if Han Jin dies, he can't die by your hands."

His words were so earnest that Yu Wenbai laughed out of anger. "Meng Fanghui? What are you? You can't beat Han Jin in your life, and you are just a waste under his feet. Do you think I am the same as you? Get out of the way, or accompany him to the mansion!"

Meng Fanghui's pupils narrowed slightly for a moment. "Ah, Brother Yu. Offended."

Han Jin dodged the sword, his movements were very reluctant, the sharp wind brought by the blade scratched the brow bone, and the overflowing blood made his eyes heavy.His movements are clumsier than ordinary people, relying only on his absolute understanding of Wang Huaijue.

Know Wang Huaijue, also know Wang Huaijue's sword.He didn't even need to rely on his eyes to judge Qiong Jiu's sword path, but his body could no longer keep up with his intuition.He can still predict the next sword move, and he can still predict the next four changes.But he couldn't avoid the next palm!

A palm in the middle of the chest.Han Jin felt the coolness permeate his viscera.

He immediately fell to the ground, like a piece of dead wood falling to dust.

Wang Huaijue put away his sword and took a few steps back.

Just now everything was just ups and downs.She drew the sword, Han Jin retreated, she raised the palm, Han Jin died.Why can't Han Jin escape?Why doesn't Han Jin bring a sword?

She hadn't thought about anything.

Han Jin who fell on the ground was just a dead man with a hideous appearance.His hideous face also stiffened with his death, frozen like a detached gangrene, and could no longer move the whole body to affect her joy, anger or pain.

Meng Fang came back, knelt down to test Han Jin's breath, then pulled Han Jin up with difficulty, and carried him on her back.Wang Huaijue looked at him, and suddenly remembered that it is said that the dead body would be much heavier, but on this occasion, she really couldn't give Meng Fang any help.Meng Fang looked back at her with sad eyes.In fact, he may not really be that committed, but he always looks like that.

"Ajue." He said. "When a man dies, nothing happens. Everything in the past was due to his blindness, which is not worthy of your concern. When you see him, you meet someone who is not good. If he sees you, you will be lucky for three lives. To this day, there are traces to follow, and there is no reward. I thank you for your kindness on his behalf."

He walked to the depths of the abandoned garden, his steps seemed to be very slow, but suddenly disappeared behind the jagged rocks.Wang Huaijue watched quietly for a while, remembering Yu Wenbai who had been following behind.

She should go back and find Yu Wenbai.She will also find Yu Wenbai.

But now she just wants to stand here, greedily sucking the moonlight with its icy fragrance.

It was as if she had never been to this place.

When Han Jin opened his eyes, the night was not over yet.Winter nights are always long.But he soon thought that it might be that the whole day had passed, and it was already tomorrow night or even the last night.

He couldn't continue to think about it, because the pain of waking up was so intense that he immediately fucked aloud.Meng Fang, who was watching the moon with her arms folded by the window, came back, three feet away from the bed, and asked him how he was feeling.Han Jin felt it carefully and reported that it was very bad.

"These two strands of zhenqi ebb and flow in my body and consume each other, but it is very likely that I will be exhausted before they both perish."

Meng Fang hummed back. "As Master Xie said."

Han Jin sighed. "That means I still might not be able to make it through."

Meng Fang replied comfortingly, "You do your best."

Han Jin felt that this was really strange, but he didn't dare to find out why it was so strange, so he nodded in agreement. "Xiao Meng, it's hard work for you to accompany me to do this scene. I know you feel uncomfortable. I don't want to lie to her, although I have done things a hundred times worse..."

"No, I'm not angry." Meng Fang replied. "After you passed out, I said a lot of bad things about you."

Han Jin knew very well that Meng Fanghui's talent for gossip was very lacking, so he didn't imagine that scene. Meng Fanghui suddenly said, "She knows."

Han Jin froze for a moment, then smiled and said, "Yes, of course she knows."

Meng Fang couldn't help but said: "I didn't say that, you really..."

Han Jin interrupted him: "I know. So it's good if I can't make it through. At least it's a settlement. Whether or not I can pass this test, I don't have any psychological pressure at all."

Meng Fang replied: "You are fainted, you should sleep."

He resolutely walked back to the window and blew out the lamp on the table with one gulp.The room suddenly went dark, and Han Jin relaxed.Meng Fang walked back to the door.He suddenly thought of Meng Fanghui's sword.

"Xiao Meng, your leg...?"

In the dark, he also knew that Meng Fang shook her head back. "It's okay. It's still the same. Yu Wenbai's sword is really bad." He added another sentence.

"Actually, I didn't lie completely. If she can tell Yu Wenbai..." Han Jin said, he also felt that this statement was shameless, "I hope she can..." He gave up, just shook his head, and slowly closed his eyes. on the eyes.

"Little Meng." He laughed. "It might be better if I were dead."

"All kinds of things yesterday, such as death yesterday." Meng Fang's echo seemed to come from a long distance, a little ethereal. "You get through tonight first, and then talk about other things."

Han Jin didn't know why he suddenly wanted to make a joke. "Then what if I wake up tomorrow and you don't even remember?"

Meng Fang didn't answer, but gently closed the door.Han Jin let out a breath, and immediately fell into a dreamless sleep.