An Xichen got out from the second floor.
After landing, he looked back.Perhaps Liu Wusheng couldn't stand the desolation of Qingfengmen, so he brought everyone back to Duanshengmen, and put them all in a pavilion.
The night was dark now, the first floor was brightly lit, and five or six figures could be vaguely seen gathered together.
An Xichen turned his head and walked a few steps, only belatedly remembered that he had already thrown away the title of Mr. Henxi, no one would stare at him, and he didn't need to sneak up from the second floor If you go out the window, you can walk out from the main entrance dignifiedly.
forget.
... just forget it.
He walked to the place Liu Wusheng said - an open space behind Duansheng Gate, next to a lake.
He was right, it was indeed a beautiful place.The beginning of winter has passed, a thin layer of ice has formed on the lake, and a few weeping willows sway slightly in the wind.A silvery willow winter, even the whistling wind seems gentle, Liu Wusheng did not lie to him, it is indeed a beautiful scenery.
A tombstone was erected under the willow trees.
An Xichen looked at the tombstone, but his heart didn't fluctuate.Those pains in which the heart seemed to be torn open before seemed like a lifetime ago, very unreal.
No—maybe it wasn't the pain that he felt was unreal, but Qiao Xishui's death.
The wind was a little strong, so he tightened his coat and walked over against the wind.
He walked to the edge of the tombstone and squatted down.
The tombstone is square and square, with nothing written on it, not even the words Qiao Xishui.
……Too.
He lowered his eyes, thinking with a gloomy expression, they all habitually called him Qiao Xishui, but he was not Qiao Xishui.Of course he has his own name, but no one has asked the bottom line, and no one has gotten to know him well.
What was his name, why did he die, what about his parents, where did he plan to go...
There are many, many more.
He didn't ask either.He just wanted him to leave quickly and keep him away from danger, but he didn't ask him what he thought, would he like it, was there anything he wanted to do and where he wanted to go.
"Qiao Xishui" once denied his own thoughts, saying that he was not selfish, but in the end, he was still selfish after all.
He remained silent in front of the tombstone for a long time, and after being blown by the wind for a long time, he finally spoke.
"You are a liar."
He said, "You promised me. You said you wouldn't die, and neither would I."
The whistling of the wind could not take away any desolation and melancholy in his heart.
He murmured again: "...you are a liar."
What about liars?He no longer got any excuses or vague and perfunctory smirks from Qiao Xishui.
"I saw you." He said again, "I saw you ran with me, caught fish in the river by yourself, smirked at me, and was very unhappy after a while..."
An Xichen paused, smiled wryly, and said, "What's there to be upset about... I was so stupid back then, I didn't know anything."
"In this world, ignorance is the happiest thing. If you don't know what you are suffering, you must still be suffering as sugar. I didn't know what my birthday was at the beginning. If I don't know it all the time, then..."
He was a little speechless.
The more he talked, the more he remembered Qiao Xishui's way of talking to him seriously without smiling.
"There will be someone who won't bother you, An Zhao."
"He will spend your birthday and New Year with you, and when it's your birthday, he will accompany you to put a Kongming lantern..."
"...Then, I too...I..."
He spat out some fragmented words incoherently, and couldn't even spit out a word completely.
His eyes gradually became blurry, and he seemed to return to that day in a blink of an eye. Amidst the sound of frogs, he stood on a tree branch, holding a Kongming lantern in his hand.
"May I accompany him until everything suddenly becomes brighter. If there is a god in this world, I hope to treat him kindly. If there is no god in this world, I will treat him kindly."
"……I……"
"Don't always carry things alone, you know, I
It won't hurt you. "
He saw Qiao Xishui smiling at him, and felt Qiao Xishui lying on his back and talking in his sleep.
"...you can't go." He said, "I'll go, I'll die for you...it's not fair to you....I don't agree."
An Xichen couldn't say anything.
He knelt down slowly on the ground, knelt down in the cold night, curled up in front of the wordless stele, weeping uncontrollably.
He thought of all the things before, and then he understood.
Qiao Xishui knew about his death a long time ago.And he made up his mind very early on to block the knife for him.
when?
Martial arts arena?Qingfengmen?
no one knows.
An Xichen shrank his body in the cold winter night, turning into the smallest and most miserable grain of sand in the world, his crying was swept away by the wind.
Now everything is suddenly clear and bright, he is no longer a container, and he finally has a home.It was no longer as dead and silent as a cemetery, and he was no longer alone, let alone a dog kept in captivity.
But Qiao Xishui was gone too.
But if this is the ending, he would be more willing to be a container, to go back to hell, to part with love if he can't ask for it, to experience all kinds of hardships and jump into mountains of swords and seas of fire... as long as Qiao Xishui comes back.
Yes, as long as Qiao Xishui comes back, An Xichen can suffer from injustice, drink all the pain in silence, and just look up to see the light.As long as his light smiles with him, he can still go on to meet the final ashes, or the pain of relieving his soul, whatever.
But Qiao Xishui disappeared, leaving him with only such a tablet without words.
He was about to be killed by his own affection, and he was pulling his hair tightly with both hands, choking and crying, regretting.
What if he turned back earlier?
An Xichen couldn't help but wonder, if he had turned back earlier, if he had listened to Qiao Xishui, would Qiao Xishui have told him that he would die in vain, would have told him that the sun and the moon would protect him once, and now he would Still standing next to him...
It could have been like this.
It could have been like this! !
It's all his fault!
It's because he's selfish, because he's cowardly, because he's escaping, because he's always wanted to get away with death! !It's because he can't see Qiao Xishui's bravery, he can't see his determination, it's because he failed his sincerity! !
How could he be worthy of Qiao Xishui's joy...!
"Sorry……"
"……sorry……"
—he will not run away again.
An Xichen knelt in front of the tomb and wept, knowing clearly in his heart.
He will be questioned by himself every day and night, and he will use the rest of his broken and miserable life to repent.
To mourn his dead light.
Early the next morning, Chi Xikong's screams broke the tranquility of Duanshengmen.
Then she yelled and ran down the stairs: "It's not good!! It's not good!! Senior Brother, Senior Brother An are gone!!!"
As soon as she finished speaking, the main door on the first floor was opened.
The "Senior Brother An" in her words pushed the door open, his eyes were red and swollen, and he didn't say a word.
Chi Xikong: "..."
Fang Ximing happened to hear her howling and came out, and happened to run into this situation again.Seeing Chi Xikong's face full of embarrassment, he was half doing business, half kindly helping her out and said to An Xichen, "I'm going out today, can you?"
An Xichen was so listless that he didn't even bother to ask where he was going, so he answered half perfunctorily, "Yes."
Even if he didn't ask, Fang Ximing still said, "We're going to the martial arts field."
"Ah."
"..." Fang Ximing couldn't take it anymore, "Do you have anything else to say?"
"No." An Xichen walked into the room, passed him by, and said, "Talk to Liu Wusheng, and I'll talk about it when I'm clearer. I'm not sober now, good night."
After he finished speaking, he went upstairs, and after a while, he slammed the door shut.
Chi Xikong: "...he dared to call Master Liu by his name."
"Understand." Fang Ximing turned around and planned to go back to the main hall, and said, "I'm not so clear-headed, I said so."
Chi Xikong answered vaguely,
Said: "By the way, breakfast is ready, I'll call them."
After Chi Xikong finished speaking, he was about to leave, but just as he stepped out, Fang Xi yelled again: "Wait a minute."
Chi Xikong turned around: "What's wrong?"
Fang Ximing asked, "How is Su Wulin?"
"..."
In the capital, an inn.
It's morning now, and there are only a few waiters in the inn sitting idle after finishing their work, drinking water from cups in their hands.
"Have you heard?" Someone said, yelling at the person next to him, "It seems that something happened at Qingfengmen a few nights ago!"
Another person didn't take it seriously: "Is it strange? They have that senior brother around, so accidents happen every few days."
"Not this time! I heard that this time, Master Liu led the people to enter!"
"Fuck me?" These words suddenly aroused the interest of the other person, he quickly turned his head away, suddenly excited, and said: "What's going on?! Tell me! Tell me!!"
Seeing that he was hooked by his topic, the man suddenly showed a bit of complacency on his face. He immediately put down the teacup, rolled up his sleeves, and put on a posture of a storyteller. An uninvited guest snatched it away.
"Sorry to interrupt your speech."
The two raised their heads together, and at some point, someone came to their shop.
The man put on a big white robe and covered himself tightly.There is a straw hat on the head, and a few strands of hair in front of the forehead are pressed under the hat, and the head is fluttering with the wind, and a long sword shining with silver light is carried on the back, which has the air of an outsider .
The worldly expert blinked, and said innocently: "Do you have any room here?"
Hearing the words, the two mistresses glanced at each other in unison: "..."
After landing, he looked back.Perhaps Liu Wusheng couldn't stand the desolation of Qingfengmen, so he brought everyone back to Duanshengmen, and put them all in a pavilion.
The night was dark now, the first floor was brightly lit, and five or six figures could be vaguely seen gathered together.
An Xichen turned his head and walked a few steps, only belatedly remembered that he had already thrown away the title of Mr. Henxi, no one would stare at him, and he didn't need to sneak up from the second floor If you go out the window, you can walk out from the main entrance dignifiedly.
forget.
... just forget it.
He walked to the place Liu Wusheng said - an open space behind Duansheng Gate, next to a lake.
He was right, it was indeed a beautiful place.The beginning of winter has passed, a thin layer of ice has formed on the lake, and a few weeping willows sway slightly in the wind.A silvery willow winter, even the whistling wind seems gentle, Liu Wusheng did not lie to him, it is indeed a beautiful scenery.
A tombstone was erected under the willow trees.
An Xichen looked at the tombstone, but his heart didn't fluctuate.Those pains in which the heart seemed to be torn open before seemed like a lifetime ago, very unreal.
No—maybe it wasn't the pain that he felt was unreal, but Qiao Xishui's death.
The wind was a little strong, so he tightened his coat and walked over against the wind.
He walked to the edge of the tombstone and squatted down.
The tombstone is square and square, with nothing written on it, not even the words Qiao Xishui.
……Too.
He lowered his eyes, thinking with a gloomy expression, they all habitually called him Qiao Xishui, but he was not Qiao Xishui.Of course he has his own name, but no one has asked the bottom line, and no one has gotten to know him well.
What was his name, why did he die, what about his parents, where did he plan to go...
There are many, many more.
He didn't ask either.He just wanted him to leave quickly and keep him away from danger, but he didn't ask him what he thought, would he like it, was there anything he wanted to do and where he wanted to go.
"Qiao Xishui" once denied his own thoughts, saying that he was not selfish, but in the end, he was still selfish after all.
He remained silent in front of the tombstone for a long time, and after being blown by the wind for a long time, he finally spoke.
"You are a liar."
He said, "You promised me. You said you wouldn't die, and neither would I."
The whistling of the wind could not take away any desolation and melancholy in his heart.
He murmured again: "...you are a liar."
What about liars?He no longer got any excuses or vague and perfunctory smirks from Qiao Xishui.
"I saw you." He said again, "I saw you ran with me, caught fish in the river by yourself, smirked at me, and was very unhappy after a while..."
An Xichen paused, smiled wryly, and said, "What's there to be upset about... I was so stupid back then, I didn't know anything."
"In this world, ignorance is the happiest thing. If you don't know what you are suffering, you must still be suffering as sugar. I didn't know what my birthday was at the beginning. If I don't know it all the time, then..."
He was a little speechless.
The more he talked, the more he remembered Qiao Xishui's way of talking to him seriously without smiling.
"There will be someone who won't bother you, An Zhao."
"He will spend your birthday and New Year with you, and when it's your birthday, he will accompany you to put a Kongming lantern..."
"...Then, I too...I..."
He spat out some fragmented words incoherently, and couldn't even spit out a word completely.
His eyes gradually became blurry, and he seemed to return to that day in a blink of an eye. Amidst the sound of frogs, he stood on a tree branch, holding a Kongming lantern in his hand.
"May I accompany him until everything suddenly becomes brighter. If there is a god in this world, I hope to treat him kindly. If there is no god in this world, I will treat him kindly."
"……I……"
"Don't always carry things alone, you know, I
It won't hurt you. "
He saw Qiao Xishui smiling at him, and felt Qiao Xishui lying on his back and talking in his sleep.
"...you can't go." He said, "I'll go, I'll die for you...it's not fair to you....I don't agree."
An Xichen couldn't say anything.
He knelt down slowly on the ground, knelt down in the cold night, curled up in front of the wordless stele, weeping uncontrollably.
He thought of all the things before, and then he understood.
Qiao Xishui knew about his death a long time ago.And he made up his mind very early on to block the knife for him.
when?
Martial arts arena?Qingfengmen?
no one knows.
An Xichen shrank his body in the cold winter night, turning into the smallest and most miserable grain of sand in the world, his crying was swept away by the wind.
Now everything is suddenly clear and bright, he is no longer a container, and he finally has a home.It was no longer as dead and silent as a cemetery, and he was no longer alone, let alone a dog kept in captivity.
But Qiao Xishui was gone too.
But if this is the ending, he would be more willing to be a container, to go back to hell, to part with love if he can't ask for it, to experience all kinds of hardships and jump into mountains of swords and seas of fire... as long as Qiao Xishui comes back.
Yes, as long as Qiao Xishui comes back, An Xichen can suffer from injustice, drink all the pain in silence, and just look up to see the light.As long as his light smiles with him, he can still go on to meet the final ashes, or the pain of relieving his soul, whatever.
But Qiao Xishui disappeared, leaving him with only such a tablet without words.
He was about to be killed by his own affection, and he was pulling his hair tightly with both hands, choking and crying, regretting.
What if he turned back earlier?
An Xichen couldn't help but wonder, if he had turned back earlier, if he had listened to Qiao Xishui, would Qiao Xishui have told him that he would die in vain, would have told him that the sun and the moon would protect him once, and now he would Still standing next to him...
It could have been like this.
It could have been like this! !
It's all his fault!
It's because he's selfish, because he's cowardly, because he's escaping, because he's always wanted to get away with death! !It's because he can't see Qiao Xishui's bravery, he can't see his determination, it's because he failed his sincerity! !
How could he be worthy of Qiao Xishui's joy...!
"Sorry……"
"……sorry……"
—he will not run away again.
An Xichen knelt in front of the tomb and wept, knowing clearly in his heart.
He will be questioned by himself every day and night, and he will use the rest of his broken and miserable life to repent.
To mourn his dead light.
Early the next morning, Chi Xikong's screams broke the tranquility of Duanshengmen.
Then she yelled and ran down the stairs: "It's not good!! It's not good!! Senior Brother, Senior Brother An are gone!!!"
As soon as she finished speaking, the main door on the first floor was opened.
The "Senior Brother An" in her words pushed the door open, his eyes were red and swollen, and he didn't say a word.
Chi Xikong: "..."
Fang Ximing happened to hear her howling and came out, and happened to run into this situation again.Seeing Chi Xikong's face full of embarrassment, he was half doing business, half kindly helping her out and said to An Xichen, "I'm going out today, can you?"
An Xichen was so listless that he didn't even bother to ask where he was going, so he answered half perfunctorily, "Yes."
Even if he didn't ask, Fang Ximing still said, "We're going to the martial arts field."
"Ah."
"..." Fang Ximing couldn't take it anymore, "Do you have anything else to say?"
"No." An Xichen walked into the room, passed him by, and said, "Talk to Liu Wusheng, and I'll talk about it when I'm clearer. I'm not sober now, good night."
After he finished speaking, he went upstairs, and after a while, he slammed the door shut.
Chi Xikong: "...he dared to call Master Liu by his name."
"Understand." Fang Ximing turned around and planned to go back to the main hall, and said, "I'm not so clear-headed, I said so."
Chi Xikong answered vaguely,
Said: "By the way, breakfast is ready, I'll call them."
After Chi Xikong finished speaking, he was about to leave, but just as he stepped out, Fang Xi yelled again: "Wait a minute."
Chi Xikong turned around: "What's wrong?"
Fang Ximing asked, "How is Su Wulin?"
"..."
In the capital, an inn.
It's morning now, and there are only a few waiters in the inn sitting idle after finishing their work, drinking water from cups in their hands.
"Have you heard?" Someone said, yelling at the person next to him, "It seems that something happened at Qingfengmen a few nights ago!"
Another person didn't take it seriously: "Is it strange? They have that senior brother around, so accidents happen every few days."
"Not this time! I heard that this time, Master Liu led the people to enter!"
"Fuck me?" These words suddenly aroused the interest of the other person, he quickly turned his head away, suddenly excited, and said: "What's going on?! Tell me! Tell me!!"
Seeing that he was hooked by his topic, the man suddenly showed a bit of complacency on his face. He immediately put down the teacup, rolled up his sleeves, and put on a posture of a storyteller. An uninvited guest snatched it away.
"Sorry to interrupt your speech."
The two raised their heads together, and at some point, someone came to their shop.
The man put on a big white robe and covered himself tightly.There is a straw hat on the head, and a few strands of hair in front of the forehead are pressed under the hat, and the head is fluttering with the wind, and a long sword shining with silver light is carried on the back, which has the air of an outsider .
The worldly expert blinked, and said innocently: "Do you have any room here?"
Hearing the words, the two mistresses glanced at each other in unison: "..."
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