Twilight War

Chapter 39 The Past is Gone

In the past, I dreamed of Yunze, wearing brocade clothes.

01

Isabel slowly pulled out the needle from Huang Xuanjin's skin, "Give me some medicine next time, do you hear me? If you die directly in the Black Tower, I won't be responsible for collecting your body."

Huang Xuanjin lay on the edge of the bathtub and nodded obediently.

Isabel looked at Huangxuanjin and nodded but just rolled her eyes in her heart, knowing that it would be useless even if Huangxuanjin agreed, nine out of ten words he said could not be believed.

He promised here, turned around and forgot what he said.

The water in the bathtub was swaying clear, the white shirt of the boy was wet, and half of it stuck to his body, generally floating on the water.

Isabel looked outside, it was still early, and she sat on the edge of the bathtub.

"Huangxuanjin, in fact, even I sometimes wonder how you survived."

She looked down at the teenager lying on the edge of the bathtub.

She picked up this boy after the second twilight battle, and she didn't even know why she saved him.

Maybe it was just because when she found the boy, the boy just opened his eyes and grabbed the corner of her skirt tightly, those eyes were as black as obsidian.

She couldn't describe that look, it looked like a beast but also like a child.

She tried everything to save him, but in the end Dr. Norton, the top physician of the Vana Empire, still told her that the boy could not be saved.

Dr. Norton asked her to hand over the boy to him. She knew that the doctor was a lunatic, a paranoid with a gentle appearance, and she didn't know what would happen if she handed the boy to him.

But she just nodded blankly, and she gave up on that boy.

She hated the feeling of trying so hard and getting nothing.

She later heard that the teenager had run away from Dr. Norton.

It was Dr. Norton who said it casually when he came to the palace to check her body as usual. His tone was a bit regretful, as if a mouse had been lost in his laboratory.

She just nodded.

After a long time, someone told her that someone had seen that boy in the abandoned West End.

She didn't pay attention at the time.

Then one day she told her maid that she was going back to the Black Tower in the West End, where there was a book she had left there.

All the way she just watched the mist of Corinth.

And when she walked into the black tower, she saw the boy.

The attic of the Black Tower used to be the residence of Queen Anne, but the young man was just lying on a worn-out mattress on the first floor with cotton lint exposed.

When she walked into the black tower, the light shone from the gate into the dark black tower, and the dust floated in the light.

And the boy looked up at him from the worn mattress.

Those eyes, like a beast and like a child.

She had heard of the Huangxuan family a long time ago, but to her at that time, the Huangxuan family was nothing more than an ancient and mysterious surname in a foreign map.

When she thought of the Huangxuan family, what she thought of was after all only the chime bells played brilliantly by the ritual soul priest Honglu, and the witches with cinnabar-patterned faces and feather fans dancing.

Ancient and solemn, solemn and sinister.

Respect ghosts and gods and respect mountains and rivers.

Later, she met the dead soldiers of the Huangxuan family, and those heroes who would swear to guard the country with their swords as their bones.

They put their lives on a forgotten battlefield because they took Huangxuan as their surname.

They yelled to live as Huangxuan and die as Huangxuan and rushed into the enemy line.

Blood stained thousands of miles of rivers and mountains.

Banners cover the sky, Kui drums clang.

At that time, she realized that for Donghuang, the word Huangxuan is not just a surname and a surname.

But now there is only such a young man left in the Huangxuan family.

Those feather crowns and brocade clothes, those black foreheads with bloody banners were all reduced to ashes.

Only this boy was left.

"What can I do if I can't hold on? If I can't hold on to other things, I won't do it, but if I can't hold on to something like living, there's nothing I can do about it." Huangxuan Jin said while lying in the water and looking at the girl.

"But there will always be times when you are very disappointed, won't there be times when you feel that you can't hold on?" There was a lot of water on the floor of the bathroom, and the girl flicked the water with her toes.

"God has been very kind to me, hasn't it?" Huang Xuanjin smiled, "Good people don't live long, but you see I am such a good person, God let me live for so long."

"You shameless." Isabel frowned at Huangxuan Jin.

"It doesn't matter if you don't need the face, as long as you have money in life, don't worry about it." Huang Xuanjin said to Isabel with a playful smile.

"You, you are clearly a scourge, and you should survive for ten thousand years." Isabel pinched Huangxuan Jin's face.

"Ten thousand years is too long, and I am content with 9000 years."

"You want to be a bum," Isabel said.

"It's good to be able to live for that long, it's a good deal to be everything." Huang Xuanjin said with a smile.

"Actually, sometimes I wonder if I did something wrong when I picked you up." Isabel said. "What? Regret it?" Huang Xuanjin asked with a smile.

"No regrets."

"Don't you think you might have done something wrong?"

"It's one thing to be right, it's another thing not to regret it later," the girl said.

"Little Jhin." Isabel sat on the edge of the bathtub, "Whisper came to look for you, right?"

Huang Xuanjin nodded, he didn't need to hide this kind of thing from Isabel, and even if Isabel didn't have it, he wouldn't believe it.

"He wants to take you away?"

Huang Xuanjin nodded, the water in the bathtub was finally no longer so cold, and the white shirt on the young man was also shaking gently with the water.

"Little Jhin, in fact, after that glorious expedition, he came to look for me." Isabel looked down at the patterns on the tiles.

"kindness."

"He exchanged the Arthur Empire's support for Augustus in my seizure of power in exchange for the truce between Vana and Donghuang." Isabel said softly: "He said this is his promise to Huang Xuanzhou."

In that battle four years ago, in the peach blossom forest, the man whose surname was Huangxuan exchanged his death for Vehipel's promise.

And Wischpel also fulfilled his promise.

"Vichpel and I are politicians after all, and a politician is a businessman. This is the most he can do." Isabel watched the stagnant water in the bathroom slowly flowing along the cracks in the tiles.

"I know." Huang Xuanjin said.

"But why did you tell me this." Huang Xuanjin asked, "Wouldn't it be better for you to let me know nothing?"

"But I don't want you to stay because you don't know anything." Isabel said, "I just think you should know these things."

"You can pretend that I haven't said anything, but I don't know why I told you." The girl shook her head.

She got up from the edge of the bathtub and picked up the coat that was draped aside.

"I'm leaving, you can take care of yourself, don't I find you dead on the black tower next time I come."

"Sister, I'm hungry." Huangxuan Jin lowered his head in the bathtub and thought for a while, suddenly turned around, looked at Isabel pitifully, and he really couldn't be blamed, he was nervous after eating breakfast from Vesper yesterday. I came back in a hurry, and I didn't eat for a day and a night.

"While staying, I didn't have dinner last night, and it's all because of you!"

"Since you haven't eaten yet, let's get together." Huang Xuanjin said a little meanly.

"Reject, I want to go back to my palace and eat my feast, and these untouchables will fend for themselves."

"I'm already like this, aren't you going to give me some relief?"

Isabel walked out straight away, turned her head and said to Huang Xuanjin softly, "Drink more hot water."

The girl's skirt disappeared into the doorway.

Huangxuan Jin's body slowly slipped into the icy water, like a fish returning to its sea area, but it didn't swim, it just stayed quietly in the dead sea.

He seemed to have seen many, many, chaotic images last night, but now he seemed to be unable to remember anything, as if separated by a layer of frosted glass.

He is just a bystander outside the glass, everything has nothing to do with him, no matter how much blood there is, he can remain indifferent.

It was like having a dream that was too real and too long. All the thrills were only at the moment of waking up from the dream. After breakfast, I forgot everything and could only remember a vague outline.

He really wanted to dream that someone died, but it was just like this, how and why he died, and he couldn't remember who killed him.No matter how I think about it, I can't remember it.

So I only remembered the moment when that person died, and kept replaying it.But that moment seemed to never be erased, it was just a moment, but it carried all the trembling and panic.

Huang Xuanjin closed his eyes.

He didn't recall anything, just lay quietly in the icy water.

Yilier has the habit of keeping a diary, and he writes a lot of things into his notebook every day. He said that in this way, he can read it bit by bit in the future.

Huang Xuanjin can't, he can't take notes, he doesn't even want to recall.Every time Eliel flipped through his notes, he looked like an antique dealer cleaning and sorting out his precious jewels.

Huangxuan Jin would never dig out those things and wipe them, he threw his past in the corner, let them turn into ashes, let them pile up.

All he knew was enough to throw a bunch of these in the corner.

Eliel asked him, aren't you afraid of forgetting?

He said, forget it and forget it.

Perhaps he would have liked the things to pile up and disappear slowly, but no, they would gather dust, they would pile up, but they would not disappear.

Those things were piled up there, so quiet that there was no sound.

Isabel told him that people need to remember, and slowly sort out all the past, sort out the accumulated and complicated things, just like untangling the tangled yarn, and finally you will find that the tangled ones are just a few strands Just short wool.

All the things that make you miserable and that you can't get rid of are just a few things.

Like a patient cutting off the painful part.

But Huangxuanjin might not be that brave. From the beginning to the end, he was just a cowardly and weak boy.I can only kneel on the cold bluestone in the sword test pool in a daze, I can only watch everything happen but can't stop it.

Huangxuan Jin stood up from the water, stepped out of the bathtub, and the icy water slid from his body onto the ground.

He remembered that he was on duty today, and it was time for him to go to Sheng Qiangwei Palace.

This is the cruelty you have to face when you grow up. When you were young, if you fell and got hurt, you could let others carry you home. When you grow up, no matter how injured you are, you can only walk on by yourself. Others can help you, but No one will go for you.

Everyone is very busy, and those who are left behind can only drag their stumps down.

After sorting out the things that should be sorted out, Huang Xuanjin went to the Holy Rose Palace as usual.

After being hungry for a long time, I don’t feel very hungry. The body is a crying child. It makes you feel hungry when it wants to eat, and it hurts when you are afraid of getting hurt.But knowing that he couldn't get it, he had no choice but to stop worrying and calm down, as if he had been wronged.

Pain to the extreme is numbness, despair to the extreme is peace.

Children who get nothing have to be good.

02

Arthur's Empire, Golden Palace.

Wihipel carried the boy in his arms up the steps of the Golden Palace, and the corridors were also full of guarding soldiers. It was rare for the Golden Palace to be so heavily guarded.

Wihipel carried Zichen all the way to the room deep in the Golden Palace, holding Zichen in one hand, and took out the key to open the door with the other.

The boy is very light, as light as if he has no weight.

The moment the door opened, Wisipel lowered his head and kissed Zichen's forehead, "Honey, we're home."

Long waiting and longing, long anticipation and pursuit.

Finally, everything has an answer.

His boy is back.

Wisper adjusted the water temperature, put Zichen into the bathtub and washed it slowly.

His fingertips slid across Zichen's wrist, with a bit of tenderness and affection.

After washing Zichen, Wisipel carefully put him on the bed and covered him with a blanket, and then took a quick shower, but in the middle of the shower, he suddenly felt a little uneasy, and opened the The door of the bathroom, looking at the boy on the bed, the boy was wrapped in a blanket like a croissant on the bed.

Wisipel smiled slightly, threw the towel aside, lay down on the bed and slowly pulled down the blanket that covered Zichen's side face, revealing the boy's side face, Weisipel suddenly felt that his heart was about to melted here.

He remembered that long, long time ago, that young man who was bent on revenge. At that time, he didn't know that he was the young master of the Huangxuan family, but he was instinctively uneasy.

When the boy attacked the Church of the Holy Rosary in Vana, he found that he also felt panic and was afraid of losing.

He remembered that when the young man was brought up by those vana guards, his body was covered with scars and his eyes were covered with black cloth strips.

How dare he, he thought.

How could he be willing.

She was willing to let him feel so sorry for him.

He pinched the young man's chin, and he wanted to torture the young man madly, it was the young man who made him hurt so much.

But he couldn't bear it.

Later, he brought the boy back to the Golden Palace. The boy's eyes were still covered with black cloth. He didn't remove the black cloth. He was afraid that the boy would see him. Even he himself began to be surprised that he was so afraid of losing him. Anything that might piss him off.

Losing this young man seems to make me feel hopeless just thinking about it.

He feels like a cruel monarch, but he can't do anything to the person he likes.He tossed the young man over and over again, but he felt that nothing was enough, and he felt flustered no matter what.That was the first time he had him, but he chose the most brutal way.

The neck of the young man leaned back was like a crane, and the chain bones were all red, but he still felt that it was not enough.He held the boy's trembling wrist, feeling the boy's struggle.

He finally pulled off the black cloth covering the boy's eyes.The corners of the boy's eyes were red, and he opened them to look at him.

He is finished.

At that moment, he had only this idea.

Those eyes seemed to have the clarity of all the stars in Asgard.

He knew that this young man would be the evil of his life after all.

He is the downfall of his world.

Vihipel held Zichen in his arms through the blanket, and he kissed the boy's neck delicately.

His teenager is back.