Sad Jiangnan

Yes, I really want to eat it again.But on the day of the wedding, the decorations at home were full of boring things.It turned out that the palace needs to be rebuilt, so the banquet fees for the ministers have been reduced.The dishes and drinks during festivals are even more shabby.

When the elder brother helped the fourth princess get out of the car, he looked like a dog crawling on all fours.

In the dead of night, Fujita Nayan sneaked into the main hall.Fortunately, the short knife is still in his arms, which is great, only this thing can bring him peace of mind.

"Brother, brother." It was his anxious voice.

"Brother! Brother!—"

"Brother, brother! Brother! Are you there! Brother!"

"What are you doing?" My brother asked sullenly.

"There is something very important, please meet me!" Without waiting for his brother to answer, he pushed the door open and entered.

chirp——

Tweet -

As if hallucinating, an unknown bird chirped outside, louder and louder than the last.There are still birds singing at this time, which is really scary.Who are you scaring?Hold the dagger firmly in your hand, fear nothing.Gods block and kill gods, and Buddhas block and kill Buddhas.

A warm feeling of peace of mind flowed from my heart.

There are sensational voices in the tent, who is putting on clothes?Brother or that woman?The elder brother's body is still hugged by others.It's truly terrifying.Has that older "Princess Huiye" ever slept with someone else?If you haven't tasted the taste of a man.No wonder and brother...

Fujita Nayan dragged his tortoise-like steps to the tent as quickly as possible.There is also a very bright oil lamp on the edge of the tent, which is a circle larger than ordinary oil lamps and emits star-shaped light, which is almost like an evil fire.

My brother has not yet come out of the account.The woman's incomparably clear face pierced his eyes like arrows.Fengqian came back to life in front of his eyes, with the same stupid expression on his face as in the diary.

Fujida Nayan's spirit involuntarily sank into that face.When he woke up, there was blood all over the counter.Everywhere he looked was crimson.Even the oil lamp just now seemed to be imprinted with the color of blood.Has it reached this point yet?I have too much killing karma, no matter what I look at, it seems to be covered with a layer of blood.I wiped my face over and over again, but the blood couldn't go away.

I used to be a kind person who would pity cats, dogs, ants and other animals.Didn't know that plucking the bird's feathers would kill it.If I knew this earlier, I would rather kill myself than do it.Killing life is definitely not an easy job full of fun.It was too late, the word "Zhengrong" has become a synonym for lies.The short knife held in both hands is like holding a Chinese cabinet that weighed as much as a thousand catties the night before.

A statue of something fell out of the bloody single clothes of the fourth princess.Then that body suddenly disappeared like a cloud.The clothes on her body also collapsed, flowing under the bed like spring water.

I don't know if my elder brother is still in human form, watching all this.The dagger with blood dripping from Fujida Nayan's hand finally pierced his brother's stomach.

My elder brother's pale face with red light suddenly revealed a lonely and painful expression.Loneliness is the sorrow that plagues one's life.This life is as short as a winter day, but it has pain as long as a winter night.Fujida Nayan's hands trembled, what he feared most was his brother showing such an expression.

It is too late, the ugly must be eradicated from this world.But on the other hand, the throbbing pain in my heart is far better than that of my brother who was stabbed.Several times, I thought that the next heartbeat could take my life away.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." Teng Da Nayan burst into tears, and while inserting the knife deeper, he kept helping his brother wipe the blood that flowed out.

Is it because it hurts too much? My brother didn't say anything.But soon, he glanced towards the account counter, and his face returned to the tranquility of the past.He sat down slowly on the ground and began to breathe softly.

I really couldn't bear to see him like that, so I lowered my eyes.But for a moment, my brother's face seemed to regain its former fullness and air.When people reminisce about the past, the most important person to them often retains the most beautiful appearance.My brother's hands were warmer than blood, and he was still able to speak.But he is getting farther and farther away from him.No matter how close people are, as long as they live under one roof, there will inevitably be gaps.There is no talk between brothers.

My elder brother understood this truth a long time ago, but Fuji Da Nayan completely regarded him as a tool to be attached to himself.

"I'm sorry." I couldn't say anything else. The sentence "forgive me" was brought up in his mouth, but he couldn't say it no matter what.I still have a sense of shame.

Fujida Nayan sat down with his brother, tears flowed like a waterfall, and he couldn't breathe, so that his speech was intermittent and slurred.It doesn't seem to matter whether my brother can understand my words, "I actually... want to go home. I miss my mother." At the beginning, my mother didn't hate herself for no reason.The warm feeling on my brother's body reminded me of countless sleepless nights, the kind of embrace I longed for.

Ah, I really want to stand in front of my uncle and refute him, and refute him with the current words. He must never dare to say that he is a heartless person.

In the end, no one can understand themselves.

At some point, the oil lamp dimmed.A big gust of blood suddenly gushed out from the elder brother's stomach, probably it was time, and he hugged his elder brother tightly.The round grains on my brother's back hurt my fingers and arms.My own tears must be more than my brother's blood.How can she shed so many tears?Whether his uncle and the world would like to believe it or not, he once loved a golden carp named Ming Zi deeply, and also deeply loved this monster in front of him.

My brother's hands moved under Fujida Nayan's body.What's wrong?Does he have any last wishes?But from the very beginning, he chose to close his heart.Ah, he must be suffering, he wants to pull/take out the knife.Just let him go, if you go to help yourself, my brother will feel disgusted again.

Fujita Nayan's face was buried in his brother's neck, almost falling into sleep.So much so that when the short knife sank into his body, he couldn't feel the slightest pain.

50 years of life is like a dream compared to Hwa Lotte.

This sentence suddenly appeared in his mind, but how could his life last 50 years? ...

Fortunately, the brilliant golden carp swayed again in the dreamlike mirror pond.This time, his wish finally became a reality.

(Finish)

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Repeatedly changed a bunch of typo-blocking words, and surrendered to write a sentence.

This article is over, and there may be a side story.For the outer part, you can read "The Diary of Minister Zuo Onomiya".

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The same type of article "The Sleep of the Shocking King", the protagonist is based on Fujiwara Yishu, if you are interested, you can bookmark it, and it will be released next year~