I see the snow

Others are not qualified to step into this ancestral hall, but Xi Huai doesn't care.

He smiled, pinned the lantern on the doorknob, Shi Shiran lifted up a corner of his white robe, and stepped into the silver family's ancestral hall.

"here."

Yin Zhichuan's words were a little unclear. He leaned on the altar and said inarticulately, "Only the heirs and daughter-in-law of the Yin family can come in...you, get out."

but……

Yin Zhichuan's words were not threatening.

Because even if Xi Huai didn't go out at this time, he didn't have the strength to chase him away.

Xi Huai smiled lightly, looked at the wine jars all over the floor, and said lightly:

"Did the ancestors say that you can't drink alcohol here? Aren't you going to be kicked out with me?"

Yinzhichuan was so drunk that he almost had a double image of Xihuai.

Wanting to speak, but having no strength, he could only watch the man in white go around the empty wine jars and come to him.

Xi Huai's hands were cold, just like what he felt at the Wangting Banquet that day.

Cool and soft, gently stroked a tear in the corner of Yin Zhichuan's eyes, and asked him in a low voice:

"Why are you sad?"

Yinzhichuan thought this sentence was ridiculous, because if it was anyone else, his father and brother died, and he was left alone in this world, he would feel very sad.

Xi Huai sighed, "I also have sad things, but I don't cry."

Yinzhichuan brushed his hand away and sneered:

"What do you know."

"I know a lot."

Xi Huai did not get angry, and said: "There is no one in this world who fully understands me."

"Maybe you're right."

Yinzhichuan murmured softly: "I don't deserve to stay here. If my father and brother were alive in heaven, they would also want to drive me out."

"You are so lonely."

Xi Huai smiled and said, "So what if you're a romantic on the surface? You're just a lonely beast in your heart who doesn't know how to behave."

Yin Zhichuan didn't know what he was talking about, but Xi Huai continued: "I wish I could never be absolute, love can't last, it's very painful, right?"

"Actually, so what if you admit that you have some bad thoughts in your heart? You force yourself like this... you will go crazy sooner or later."

Yin Zhichuan didn't say anything, just sneered.

"Let me tell you a story."

Xi Huai said: "From the first time I met you, I felt that maybe we are the same kind of people."

"You said."

Yinzhichuan Road.

He shook the wine jar in his hand, raised his head in bewilderment, and looked at the dark spirit tablets filled in all directions.Curling the corners of his lips wearily, he said in a hoarse voice:

"I'm not in the mood to mount a horse and break the city after drinking a jar of wine. I can only lean here and listen to you tell a story."

The story of Xihuai is very short and very simple. It probably happened six or seven years ago when he escaped from the broken city.

At that time, he was captured by Yanqi's soldiers and locked up with many children of the same age.

They found out that he was a boy and had taken his sister's place, wasting their efforts.He was so angry that he slapped Xi Huai.

But in the end, he was lucky and saved his life.

Xi Huai and those children stayed in a dilapidated house, no one was watching them during the day, and the soldiers came to count them at night.

They are not afraid that these children will escape, there are dead bodies everywhere outside, and there is no food to be found.

These children dare not and cannot escape anywhere.

"But my house is only one street away from the place where I was locked up."

Xi Huai said lightly: "It only takes me a cup of tea to run back. I just go out from a dog hole in the corner every day and come back at night."

Xi Huai went home to see the dead bodies of his parents. They were lying in the yard with blood holes in their chests left by the sword piercing.

At that time, Xi Huai was too young, he didn't know what happened, and he couldn't even react from the ruin of his family overnight.

He put his parents' corpses together, and then lay himself in the middle, next to them, the stench of corpses lingering at the tip of his nose.

At that time, there was a child in the military camp who hated Xi Huai very much.

He had known Xi Huai before, but Xi Huai's family was strictly disciplined and rarely let Xi Huai go out to play with other children.

So, not knowing what kind of heart it was, the child called on other local children to crowd out Xihuai together.

Xihuai said to his father, but Ye Qingming asked him to forgive him, "the prime minister can walk in the stomach".

Now Xihuai and this child are being imprisoned in the Yanqiren camp, and they still exclude him.

For all the food, Xihuai took the leftover scraps, and for the cotton wadding Xihuai used for sleeping covers, Xihuai picked up the dirtiest and smelliest ones, and no one played with him, obviously they were all precarious captives.

Xi Huai endured silently, until one day, they burned his book——

Those were the books that Xi Huai brought over from home little by little, and they were finally hidden in the cracks in the wall.The people of Yanqi were burning down the city, Xi Huai knew the preciousness of many ancient books at home, he listened to his father's sighs in the past, and wanted to hide all these books, so that if someone finds them in the future, he would be able to avoid difficulties.

However, these children told his secrets, said it was cold, and together with Yan Qi's soldiers burned Xi Huai's books to keep warm.

When Xihuai came back, he was even beaten for hiding books.

"Don't you like to drill dog holes?"

The group of Yanqi people pulled the boy's black hair and rubbed his cheek to the ground, the ground was covered with muddy dog ​​urine.

In this way, Xi Huai was stepped on the side of his face and pressed to the ground, watching his books being burned little by little.

The orange-red flame was jumping, reflecting on the faces of those Canglan children, baking their fingers that were not cold.

They smiled smugly, innocently and evilly.

"and after?"

Yin Zhichuan frowned upon hearing this, he never thought that a teenager would have such malice.

The location of Xihuai's story was blurred, he didn't know where it happened.But the previous fights between the sons and brothers of the Star Field Capital were just head-to-head fists and fists, and such dirty methods were rarely used.

"later……"

Xi Huai said lightly, "He's dead."

"died?"

Yinzhichuan turned pale with shock.

"Yes."

Xihuai said.He looked at his fingers: "The winter in that small city is very cold. If you go out to dig ice in winter, and fish out of the ice, it's easy to fall into the glacier and freeze to death."

"..."

Yin Zhichuan was still shocked.

"I saw the ice cracked, but didn't tell him."

Xi Huai smiled: "He looked into my eyes and sank a little bit. I was standing by the glacier. At that moment, I think he regretted bullying me."

Yin Zhichuan stared at the indifferent pupils of the people around him, and suddenly understood what he thought was weird before.

——Xihuai's temperament is contradictory.

He looks fragile, desolate, and doesn't care about anything, but he is actually the most dangerous and coldest cold blade.

Once inserted into a person's chest cavity, it can be fatal.

"He deserves death."

After a long time, Yin Zhichuan said hoarsely, "You..."

"I know. But it's my choice."

Xi Huai made a gesture and said, "There is a monster in my heart, do you understand?... I have read the books of Confucius and Mencius, and I have learned benevolence and morality. But when others treat you maliciously, you can only bury the hatred in your heart." , will raise such a monster.”

Yin Zhichuan looked at his pale and cold cheeks, as if carved from ice——

What a spotless appearance, against the snow-like white clothes, it is not an exaggeration to say that he is a banished fairy.

"So, if you suppress yourself, you become like me."

Xi Huai said lightly. "Then it was the same reason for Mo's father and son at the Wangting Banquet?"

Yin Zhichuan asked.

Xi Huai replied: "Yes."

Yinzhichuan didn't speak for a long time.

"We are all rebels in this world."

In the silence, Xi Huai suddenly said: "...It's like my father told me that I must forgive. But if I forgive, I will go crazy. In this world, it is normal for people to have malicious intentions."

"You still don't know why I feel bad."

Yinzhichuan fell silent, then shook the wine jar and smiled lightly.

"I know."

Xi Huai said, "Your pain comes from restraint."

"—Your blood relatives are dead, but the people they guarded confronted their spirits with swords and bones. You are angry, but your education does not allow you to be angry. You are like a lost beast, not knowing yourself For what did the ancestors shed blood and sacrificed for? Is it just because of the empty and ridiculous word 'loyal to the emperor'?...Is that so?"

"..."

Yinzhichuan's hand shaking the wine jar in the air suddenly stopped.

"simply speaking."

Xi Huai didn't stop talking, and continued: "You want to betray the king."

"--you shut up!"

Before the mind could react, the body had already rushed out.

The veins on the back of Yin Zhichuan's hands bulged, he squeezed Xi Huai's jaw fiercely, and pushed the slender and thin man in white to the ground.

The wine jar behind Xi Huai was completely shattered, and the sharp pieces of porcelain pierced into the flesh on his back.

The blood dripped out slowly, and together with the strong wine, it stained the young man's plain white robe red, bringing a burning pain.

His cheeks gradually turned pale, and the corners of his eyes turned red due to lack of oxygen, but the young man on top was relentless, Yin Zhichuan sternly shouted:

"You know what you're talking about? Who made you say that!"

Xi Huai was pinched almost to suffocation, but he refused to back down.

His pupils were as black as ink and silver, and he looked at Yinzhichuan coldly, without any sign of shrinking back.

Yin Zhichuan gritted his teeth: "Based on your words, I can strangle you to death."

However, Xi Huai just looked at him silently, without struggling at all.Until the air became extremely thin, his body slowly weakened, his eyelashes trembled, and he closed his eyes without any intention of begging for mercy.

Yin Zhichuan looked at the person under him, and let go at the last moment.

"you're right."

He suddenly raised his head and looked at the black spiritual cards on the altar tables all around him: "I am the most rebellious child in our banker's family. Loyalty to the king is the most worthy of torture...but it is someone like me who survived. "

He smiled and said sarcastically, "Do you still remember the silver gun I mentioned to you?"

Yin Zhichuan asked: "My father put it away because I couldn't lift it....The silver gun needs to be lifted by someone with a firm belief, but I didn't. How ironic, I broke its seal , but not the one who can bring it up."

Xi Huai curled up beside Yin Zhichuan, still coughing freely, panting with red eyes.

Yin Zhichuan glanced at him, and said softly: "Once the silver gun is lifted, it will be the leader of the generals and command the soldiers of the world. But I don't know why I mention it....For the king? For fame and wealth? For glory Lintel? Those are not what I want."

Xi Huai slowly got up, but there were five clear red fingerprints on his thin and fair neck.

Yin Zhichuan stared at the young man in white for a long time, then he waved to Xi Huai:

"I think." He stretched out his hand, slowly rubbed the bruise on Xi Huai's slender neck, and said slowly: "I just want to please someone and stay with her forever."