Twilight War

Chapter84

01

Zichen lowered his head and took out an unused teacup next to him and put it on the opposite side, then picked up the teapot and poured a cup of tea, his movements were gentle but noble, reminiscent of a gentle and elegant young man.

He is now dressed in white, and when he is not talking, he reminds people of Si Xuerou who first entered the West Land. He is also like this, as gentle as jade and as elegant as a young man.

Wisper walked out slowly from behind the curtain and sat in front of Zichen.

Just recovering from a serious illness, Zichen looks a bit out of spirit, lazy, absent-minded in everything he does, and looks like a natural nobleman for him.

The white wide-sleeved gown and snow-colored gauze were spread on the ground, as if a layer of first snow had fallen.

The boy poured the scented tea with his eyes downcast, and pressed the lid of the acacia teapot with his clean fingertips, and the cuffs fell with his movements.

After Weier knew that Zichen was the young master of the Huangxuan family, he remained silent for three days. Even if he was beaten to death, he couldn't believe that the boy who looked like a sheep in front of Wei Xipel was actually the next head of the dignified Huangxuan family.

The young man is as weak as a girl, and even Si Xuerou is a bit more heroic than him in men's clothes. How can such a young man shoulder the burden of the Huangxuan family.

At the beginning, even Tang De never doubted that this young man would be the young master of the Huangxuan family, because his eyes were too panicked, like a little beast expelled from the herd.

No matter what, the young master of the Huangxuan family is also the young master of the Huangxuan family in the south of the Yangtze River, and he can't be over-loved by thousands of people. He is a young master born in the brocade brocade, a natural nobleman.

But this young man seems to be greedy for all the warmth. He only needs a hug to make him flattered, and only a few words can make this young man follow him to the death.

He is too easy to please and too easy to satisfy.

But when the young man looked directly at the crowd under Liejiami's hall and said that sentence, Vihipel knew that everything was irreversible.

——I am Huangxuanjin of the Huangxuan family in the south of the Yangtze River.

Yes, only this boy deserves this name.

In his soul sleeps the most ferocious beast, but wakes up the loneliest child.

When the young man said his name himself, Vehipel was already in despair.

He is Huangxuanjin, and he will eventually bear everything that belongs to Huangxuanjin.

他爱他，爱他骨子里的嚣张，爱他血肉里的落寞，就连他的犯傻和欠揍也一并爱了。

It's just that he told him that he had nothing to do with him.

Nothing to do.

"Are you sick?" Wisipel looked at Zichen and asked, his eyes were dark, like a pool of water.

"Would you believe me when I said I'm not sick?" Zichen said while telling the tea set to be put away.

"What's wrong?" Wihipel still looked at the boy, as if he was afraid of missing the slightest bit of the boy.

"What if I say I'm sick because of His Highness?" Zichen raised his head and looked at Wisipel, probably because he was sick, and his movements were a little lazy.

When he looked at a person, he would blink very slowly, so there would be a feeling that ten thousand years had passed with just one glance.

Like the peach blossoms in the south of the Yangtze River falling slowly.

Before Vehippel could answer, he laughed himself, "Forget it, I don't even believe it myself."

He picked up the tea and drank it on his own, without bothering with Wisipelle.

Perhaps he had been ill for a long time, had been terminally ill the first time he saw Wisipel, and could never recover from it.But his serious illness was nothing more than an obsession, an obsession after all.

"Little Huangniao, come back." Vihipel suddenly said softly, "How can I let you go back with peace of mind when you are like this."

"Your Highness, didn't you hear that just now? We don't want to talk about business today." Zichen looked at Wisipel and said.

"How can this be considered an official business?"

Zichen didn't speak.

"Okay, let's not talk about it." Vehipel looked at Zichen and said, "The flowers of the gods in the Hall of Valor have already bloomed, don't you want to go back and have a look?"

"Let's talk about something else," Zichen said.

"What do you want to talk about?"

"I slept on the bed for three days, and I seem to remember a lot of things from the past. But they are all very unimportant, and I don't know who to tell them. After all, they are too boring. Do you want to hear, Your Highness?"

"Say it, I'd love to hear it." Wihipel looked at his boy.

Zichen held a teacup in his hand and warmed his hands with the teacup, "Your Highness knows that I have stayed in Weichen Temple before."

Vesper nodded.

"Before I entered the temple, I was also the young master of the Jinling Huangxuan family. After being sent to the temple, I didn't eat meat for several months, so I went to the back mountain to catch a rabbit, but my senior brothers discovered it. Kneeling before the Buddha for three days."

"After kneeling, I was very dissatisfied, so I caught another rabbit, ran down the mountain and asked the butcher to chop it into stuffing, secretly put it in the cake and gave it to each of my senior brothers, and told them that it was only stuffing made of the unique black grass in Jinling. "

"Then several senior brothers secretly asked me if I still had that kind of Xuancao cake. I said no. At that time, I thought they were very stupid and I played tricks on them." Zichen said slowly, "I also always I didn’t dare to tell them, but then I guessed that they already knew, but I didn’t tell them and they didn’t tell. It seems that I was the most stupid, and I caught a rabbit for nothing.”

"It's obviously nothing, but I don't know why I keep thinking about it, and when I think about it, I feel uncomfortable, and I feel stupid."

Wisipel sat aside and listened quietly. They were like two friends who had known each other for many years, drinking tea, one listening to the other talking.

"Oh, I used to hide away whenever I saw my uncle drinking, because he likes to pull people to tell fortunes when he's drunk, and the calculations are very accurate. The key is not a good thing."

"When I was eight years old, he thought I was going to throw away my dagger. My dagger was a fish intestine sword. It was a gift from my father. I was terrified at the time, and I carried it every day, but in the end I lost it. Nine years old That year I lost the jade pendant bestowed by the Holy Spirit, so I quickly put it in the cabinet, but when I came back, I found that a wild cat had snatched it away, and I searched all over Jinling City for three days but couldn’t find it.”

"Later, I looked away. My uncle said that I would do nothing, so I just assumed it was gone and didn't think about it. Anyway, I knew that there would always be nothing in the end. My uncle said it was fate."

"At the beginning, no one will be reconciled, but in the end, no matter who they are, they will only find that they can't fight at all." Zichen said, "However, I still want to see the fish intestine sword and jade pendant more. How about better."

"It's ridiculous. I know I can't escape, but I still feel very unwilling. I will think of it when I have nothing to do. I will feel sad when I think of it. But there is no way to tell others."

"And Bi Fang, my father used to be very busy, and my mother didn't take care of me. Most of the time, Bi Fang took care of me, even sending me to the temple."

"I used to be weaker than I am now. No one would believe me when I told others that I was the young master of the Huangxuan family. Especially when I returned from the temple every year, my hair was shaved clean. I was bullied by the young master of the other family in Jinling. No, I dare not tell my mother yet. When Bi Fang found out, he took my family to call and told them that I am the young master of the Huangxuan family."

"After half a month, everyone knew that the young master of the Huangxuan family was a bald head. I was so angry that I didn't dare to go out for half a month, and I never wanted to see Bi Fang again. But no one cared about me except him, and I couldn't do it if I didn't want to. .”

"Later Bi Fang taught me how to practice swords. After practicing for a long time, I felt that I practiced very seriously."

"Later, Princess Yingluo went to Jinling. Many boys in Jinling liked her, and they would follow her every time she went out. I thought I was her brother and would definitely protect her, and I was still from the Huangxuan family. My young master. Those boys asked me to leave Long Yingluo, and if they wanted to fight with me, I immediately agreed."

"In the end I lost." Zichen said: "I'm afraid those young masters in Jinling have forgotten, even I have fought with them, but I don't know if I always remember."

"I have forgotten when it happened, and who I have forgotten. I only remember that I fell to the ground, surrounded by laughter. I can't remember everything, but I remember the scene of me falling on the ground clearly. .”

"By the way, I remember His Highness told me that history is used to record the achievements of those great men. I used to like to hear the stories about the Xuanniao years told by scholars. Li Duanhu died in the Jialing River. Later, I felt that the storyteller didn’t talk too much, so I went to read the history books by myself.”

"But when I read the history of the 24 countries by myself, I didn't see Ji Qianzhong, who was so talented and general, Li Duanhu, who outwitted the mountains and rivers, or even Emperor Cangwu, who was benevolent and caring for the world."

"What I see is that the people are in disarray. In troubled times, people can't live as adults. In troubled times, people are like sheep with two legs, rotten bones, and may even become beasts, but people can't be human."

"Storytellers will only say that Li Duanhu died and Jialingjiang is jealous of talents, but no one cares about the 30 people who died in that battle."

"One time the storyteller even said that 20 people died as if he couldn't remember how many people died. I told him that he was wrong. But he felt that I was making trouble, and waved his hands and said it was not important. Let's go on to talk about the last battle between Li Duanhu and Ji Qianzhong."

"Isn't the [-] people important? Is the [-] people not as good as the battle between Li Duanhu and Ji Qianzhong?"

"History should not only be used to record a few people, history should be lived by hundreds of millions of people."

"But when I went to talk to the gentleman who taught me Confucian History, he only told me that I was thinking about things that were useless. He said that those who make big things should regard the world as ants."

"Later I wanted to tell others, but no one was willing to listen. So I can only think about it alone."

"However, I still like that storyteller. Every time I go to him when we are at the stall, he will tell me a story, but what he loves most is not storytelling, but reporting the names of dishes."

"I asked him what's the point of reporting the name of the dish. He told me that the world is boring, and talking about all kinds of things in the world, it's better to talk about steamed lamb and steamed deer tail in detail." "So Later, I listened to him report the name of the dish next to him. I listened to it many, many times."

Zichen spoke very slowly and not very organized, just talking little by little.Those are very trivial things, like saying what comes to mind.

Just now I was talking about the fish in Jinling, and now I'm talking about the bells in the temple.But Wisipel listened very carefully. If he could, he would like to listen to everything about Zichen, and just listen to everything that happened to Zichen, all the details and insignificant things.

I have heard every wind blowing on him, every sunset and moonrise he has seen.

He missed him for 15 years.

He was looking for him in the wind of Asgard, but he was on the banks of the Qinhuai River in Jinling; he walked through the large sea area where silver fish swim, but he knelt before the golden Bodhisattva in the temple; he walked through the cold polar regions of the world. But flipping through the ancient scriptures in the green light.

He missed too much, that boy spent 15 long years alone in a place he didn't know.

"I had a dream before, dreaming that someone was smiling at me, I wanted him to hug me, but that person just looked at me and smiled softly, I called him loudly, only to find that he didn't know When did you go to a farther place, and there was a vast expanse of white snow everywhere, and that person was standing far, far away." Zichen continued.

"I don't know who he is, but I know he doesn't want me anymore. After waking up, I cried in the room for a long time. Several senior brothers slept next to me, but no one knew I was crying."

Wisipel still listened quietly, he thought, if he was allowed to meet the little Huangxuan Jin, he would definitely take him away and put it on the apex of his heart.

How could he be willing to throw him away? Such a young man should be on the top of his heart, and he should not be knocked or touched at all, even snowflakes are afraid of hurting him.

He missed too much, he could miss the last ray of light in the sky at sunset, he could miss everything in this world, but he couldn't miss everything about this young man.All the details, all the insignificance.

If possible, he would rather just listen to the boy's life.

The boy's voice was very weak, as if covered by a layer of fog.After all, no matter how thrilling it was at the beginning, no matter how unwilling to be wronged, it would be insignificant to bring it up again after many years, but he has been thinking about it alone.

Those memories are like sand and stones in his heart, they are obviously very small, but he doesn't know when they will come across them, and his heart hurts, but no one can see them except him.

The so-called past is such a city built of sand, which will collapse and be annihilated at any time, and those who stay in the past will be buried in the sand.

In the middle of speaking, Zichen stopped suddenly, and Wihipel looked up at him, and found that Zichen's hands under his cuffs were shaking badly.The lips are so pale that there is almost no color, like plain white peach blossoms.

Zichen seemed to want to stand up, but suddenly knocked over the white porcelain teapot on the table, the teapot smashed to the ground with a loud noise, and the yellowish tea was dazed on the ground.

Wisipel came over and wanted to support Zichen, but Zichen quickly pushed him away, "Quick... let's go!"

"You look like this, how do you let me go!" Wihipel held Zichen's wrist.

Footsteps sounded outside the door, "Young Master! What's the matter!"

"Whisper!" Zichen roared hoarsely, his voice seemed to be cut into pieces, "Don't force me like this again."

"I can't go like this!" Vihipel's eyes seemed to be broken by glaciers.

"Whisper! You stay here... have you ever thought about... how should I deal with myself as the young master of Huangxuan!!!"

Vehipel looked at the boy, whose hands were trembling under the cuffs.

"Little Jin, Little Jin!" Si Tianming pushed the door and ran over, "What's going on, it was fine just now!"

Zichen, who fell on the ground, shook his head and looked at the heavy curtains swaying in the wind.

After all, there are too many misses in this world of mortals, no matter how detailed it is, it is just a sentence that is not worth it.