I see the snow

Qin Yi listened, feeling a little dazed.

After all, Mu Ziling was the first person he met to say such rebellious words naturally.

"This world, I have been here, and that's enough."

Mu Ziling said: "Whether future generations will remember it or not, I understand that I have lived a happy life in this life."

He looked at the misty silver butterfly in the distance, his eyes were indifferent and cold.

It seems that this is a fact that has been thought about for a long time, and he has accepted it.

It is said that a person dies three times in his life.

The first time is the moment when one dies, from the point of view of the body, he is already dead; the second time is when the person is buried, from that moment on, everything related to the person’s identity, status, fame and fortune will disappear; the third time , is the last person in this world who remembers him to die.

At this moment, it will be real death.

From now on, no one will remember that there was such a person in this world. [*Note 1]

He does not mean that.

Qin Yi suddenly looked back at his life, and suddenly thought that even though he was honored as the emperor and honored forever, he actually didn't even protect the one he loved.

All the wealth and glory in this world are vain.

The so-called royal power, fame and wealth are all dung.That is to say, it first turns into dung and then turns into soil. How many dynasties have passed away like smoke, and the prosperity is like a phantom. Seeing his tall buildings rise and see his tall buildings collapse are all common things.

To this day, there are children beside the well singing, "In the old days, the swallows before Wang Xietang flew into the homes of ordinary people".

Only if you live your life happily, you will have no regrets.

But if the one you love has passed away, what's the point even if the kingship is in your hands and your name lasts forever.

Qin Yi's eyes were heavy, and his heart choked.

They walked forward without knowing what they were thinking. Along the way, the leaves were rustling, the lake was so clear that they could even see the shadow of the moonlight falling on it.

Everything is so realistic that it seems real.

"What is that doing?"

After a while, Mu Ziling noticed that many soldiers in front were breaking willow branches, and asked.

"It's a folk custom."

Qin Yi glanced at it and said: "When relatives and friends are parting, there is often the custom of breaking willow branches as gifts. Because the homonym of 'willow' is 'stay', some women are shy and embarrassed to say the words of persuasion, so they borrow The willow branches stay with the lover."

"Oh."

Mu Ziling responded lightly, without expressing much.

He looked at the broken willow branches, which were originally things in the illusion. Once they left the trunk, they quickly turned yellow, dried up, and disappeared.

Even if you want to stay, you can't.

Women rely on willow branches to keep their lovers, but to him, even willow branches can't give him away.

All his life, he didn't know how to keep him, how to show his favor, he just stood there alone, waiting for someone to accidentally discover his silent love.

"Such a mirage, how many people can't meet it once in this lifetime."

Qin Yi paused, but said, "The next time we show up again, you and I will be dead too."

Mu Ziling smiled, not knowing what it meant, and asked him:

"Do you want to stay? Leave this scene in Chifeng Pass?"

"No, Gu is not that stupid."

Qin Yi sneered and said, "Looking for the moon in the water and asking for flowers in the mirror are all stupid things. Gu—"

Solitary will always only do what is appropriate.

They had already reached the barracks, and Mu Ziling was injured. After walking for a short while, he needed to rest.Change the gauze of the wound in the heart and mouth.

The servant took Mu Ziling to the big tent, Qin Yi waited in the camp, and stayed alone for a while, thinking of Mu Huaian again.

Every time he was with Mu Ziling and felt very happy, when he calmed down, he would be surrounded by guilt again.Thinking of Mu Huai'an.

If he is still alive...

I should be by his side at this moment.

Qin Yi unconsciously walked to the case, looked at the brush and ink on the rice paper in front of him, and suddenly wanted to draw the Butterfly of Day and Night and Mu Huai'an together.

The Sri Lankan has passed away, so I meet him in the painting.

Qin Yi took the pen, closed his eyes slightly, spread out the rice paper, and wrote slowly.

Just now, the butterflies of day and night like a layer of silver mist, and the lakes and green trees along the way, all quickly took shape in his hands, showing their appearance.

He was so absorbed in the painting that in the center of his eyes, there were only the road he had just walked, the scenery he had seen, and the Mu Huai'an in his imagination——

So much later, when Qin Yi finished painting, he suddenly realized——

The man in white in this painting doesn't look like Mu Huai'an at all.

It's a bit like Mu Ziling.

"This……"

The servant who was waiting at the side saw it, and was a little bit late to ask: "Why did your majesty suddenly remember to paint for Mr. Mu?"

Qin Yi: "..."

"This is Mu Huaian."

After a long time, he raised his head, looked at the boy and said.

The servant was speechless for a while, and smiled awkwardly: "The villain's eyes are clumsy...I misunderstood His Highness Huai'an, the villain deserves to die!!"

However, for anyone, when seeing the white-robed man in his arms, maybe the first reaction would be Mu Ziling.

His expression of standing under the tree and raising his head silently, his cold and dark pupils, were all clearly Mu Ziling's expression.

The man in white stands in the painting, his black hair against the white clothes, his profile looks quiet and sick.

A red string was tied to the tip of her hair behind her, hanging down slightly.

... Isn't this just a real Mu Ziling? !

"It's just a random thing."

Qin Yi's throat rolled slightly, but he said in a deceptive way: "...the painting is not good."

He reached out and wanted to grab the painting, crumpled it up and threw it away, but at this moment, Mu Ziling just happened to lift the curtain and walked in.

"How are you?"

He asked, "Go out and have a look."

Mu Ziling's gaze was originally fixed on Qin Yi, but when he noticed that Qin Yi's expression was different, he naturally looked down and swept to the painting that Qin Yi was holding in his hand.

The voice suddenly stopped in the next moment.

"……what is this?"

Mu Ziling frowned, looked at the painting and asked.

Qin Yi didn't say a word, and the young servant next to him was tactful and sophisticated. Seeing the subtle atmosphere between the two of them, he hurried out to smooth things over: "This is... This is the portrait painted by the king for Mr. Mu!"

Qin Yi tightened his fingers, as if he didn't want to admit it, but he didn't say anything after all.

"Mr. Mu, come over and have a look, the king's painting doesn't look alike."

The servant continued with a flattering smile and said, "I took advantage of Mr. Mu to change the medicine just now, and the king painted it specially to give Mr. Mu a surprise."

Mu Ziling was skeptical, and walked over, but the servant had already held up the scroll in front of Mu Ziling with a flattering smile.

"Look, Mr. Mu, isn't the painting very vivid?"

Mu Ziling lowered his eyes, looked at the thin paper in his hand, and saw that there was indeed a man in white on it.

Standing in the scenery they have seen tonight, melancholy and cold.

This is what he looks like in Qin Yi's heart...?

Mu Ziling was a little skeptical for a while, he didn't believe that Qin Yi would paint for himself.

However, the painting has been placed in front of him in such a real way that even the servants at the side observed his expression and said with a smile:

"Mr. Mu, do you like it? If you like it, wrap up the painting now and send it to your courtyard."

Mu Ziling didn't express his position, but in fact, not expressing his position was a kind of tacit acceptance.

"Did you draw it?"

After a long time, Mu Ziling raised his eyes, looked at Qin Yi, and asked him.

It is not right for Qin Yi to say "yes", nor is it right to say "no".After froze for a while, he uttered a low "hmm".

"it is good."

The next moment, the corners of Mu Ziling's lips curled up slightly, and he actually said, "Then send it over."

He looked at Qin Yi, and suddenly there were some subtle changes in his eyes.

Although his expression is still cold, a bit unattainable and arrogant, but Qin Yi seems to have made a small breach suddenly on a barren ice field.

"Do you want to go out for a walk?"

Mu Ziling even took the initiative to ask him, his cold fingers touched Qin Yi's, like holding hands in a false grip, and he was like two people who never touched Qin Yi in the past.

Qin Yi felt that he shouldn't, but he couldn't bear to let go.

After struggling for a long time, he clenched a little tighter.

That night, the two of them walked together for a long time, and in the middle of the night, Qin Yi put his cloak on Mu Ziling.

Mu Ziling coughed slightly from the night wind, and immediately took off the lynx fur and covered Mu Ziling.

Qin Yi swore that it was definitely a subconscious move.

He did it before he knew it.

At that time, Mu Ziling raised his head in a little surprise, but Qin Yi turned his gaze away and said, "It's just easy."

After a pause, he added another sentence: "You are injured, you should not catch cold."

Mu Ziling laughed lightly, but he didn't know what it meant, so he didn't speak.

Later, when the sky was almost dawn, all illusions were about to recede.Mu Ziling went back to the small courtyard, and Qin Yi sent him to the door all the way.

"Qin Yi."

Qin Yi turned around and was about to leave. After walking a few steps, Mu Ziling suddenly stopped him from behind.

He stood in the moonlight, his white robe was shrouded in the moonlight, and the edges and corners that were usually bland and cold were gone, unexpectedly showing a rare, seemingly soft temperament.

"What's wrong."

Qin Yi asked.

Mu Ziling smiled lowly, he was very beautiful when his brows and eyes were curved.

It's just that he is always alert and vigilant at ordinary times, and rarely restrains his edge.

"I once wondered whether it is necessary for us to meet."

Mu Ziling said in a hoarse voice, "Up to now, I think there are."

Qin Yi didn't understand why, he didn't understand what Mu Ziling was talking about.

However, before he could ask, Mu Ziling said, "Go back. It's getting late. But in a few days... I have something for you."

Qin Yi responded and didn't take it seriously, but if he thought about it carefully, he actually received Mu Ziling's moon pouch within a few days after that day.

At that time, Mu Ziling never expected that Qin Yi would just throw away the things he carefully prepared; nor could he imagine that there would be so many struggles and entanglements between them afterwards.

If he knew, maybe he would ask Qin Yi: "You shouldn't treat me like this."

However, Mu Ziling at that time didn't understand that his life was like a train running in the dark, but Qin Yi was never his destination, nor was it a station.

After Qin Yi left, Mu Ziling sat in the room and looked at the portrait. After a long time, his cheeks were buried in his palms, and a low-pitched sob burst out suddenly.

He is so desperate and lonely, he has been in the dark for a long time, guarding a hopeless love, but waiting enthusiastically.

It's not that Mu Ziling doesn't know that he is sick, crazy, and desperate.

He also knew that he shouldn't like Qin Yi anymore, he just couldn't help it.

He is a person standing in a desperate situation, and he will never forget a person who has treated him kindly.

How could a child forget the sweetness of eating candy for the only time in his life.

That period of time at Chifeng Pass was the best day of Qin Yi and Mu Ziling's fate in this life.

It is full of unresolved conspiracies, ambiguous ambiguities, and the peace that it thinks it has.

It's a pity that in the dream, the spring is bright, but when I wake up, it ends up scattered.

All their beautiful and memorable memories are like the butterflies of the day and night in Chifengguan, which come and go without a trace.

——Fanwai Erguangyao END——

[*Note 1]: "In a person's life, you have to die three times. The first time, when your heartbeat stops and your breath dies, you are declared dead biologically. The second time, when you are buried, people wear black clothes Attend your funeral. They declare that you no longer exist in this society, and you leave quietly. The third death is the last person in this world who remembers you and forgets you. So, you really die, The whole universe will no longer have anything to do with you." - Coco