Si Tian Guan

That night, Qu Chenzhou still lived in the sarong outside. When he lay down, it was already past the ugly hour, and the whole room was filled with the breath of heavy life. He was very at ease and slept until half noon before waking up.

The sun outside the house was fine, and it shone directly not far from the bed. He sat up blankly and looked at it for a while, only to realize that something was different.

The iron chains on the hands and feet have been removed, leaving only the slave rings that cannot be removed, and there are food boxes and medicine bottles with attractive fragrances on the table.

The estrangement and suspicion between them are like ice and snow before the arrival of early spring, melted into a thin layer by the night last night.

Qu Shenzhou had mixed feelings in his heart.

In his last life, he tore himself to pieces. He thought that he would pay for his sins and blood on his hands in this way. In this life, he would just live by idling. He never dared to hope to have the slightest intersection with Chongming again.

However, the world is unpredictable, he has repeatedly committed suicide, but unknowingly, he is so close to Chongming again.

It seems that it is within reach, but in fact it is like a mountain and a sea.

Chongming is still a seemingly mature but naive young man, but he is already a living dead wade through blood and fire, and he is no longer half ignorant as he was back then.

But this kind of gentleness and tranquility is always something people can't stop, whether it's just a moment of lust, he can't help but yearn for this kind of warmth.

Even if it's only for a moment, even if it's just in this small world enclosed by the wall, even if once you leave, it will burst open like a floating bubble, leaving nothing behind.

After everything was packed, the servants took him to the study.

Liu Chongming was in there to make up for the homework that he missed yesterday, and he didn't let him in to disturb him, but he didn't lock him like before, and only let him move around in the yard in front of the study.

The location of the sycamore tree in the other courtyard is just right. Although the roots are rooted in the yard on the side of the study, the huge crown of the tree is halfway to the side of the bedroom.

In this way, the courtyards on both sides will not be completely covered, and there are shade trees for enjoying the cool.

Qu Chenzhou walked slowly around the yard twice, and finally sat down at the base of the wall. The sycamore flowers above his head were blooming and withering, and a shallow layer was spread on the ground.

The sunlight fell mottled on the body through the swaying canopy, neither cold nor hot.

He hasn't had such a leisurely life for a long time. At first, he just tried to gather the sycamore flowers around him and made a small pile in front of him.

Gradually, such repetitive and simple things became a kind of joy. Humming a familiar tune, he began to pick up the fallen flowers from all around. The piles of flowers got higher and higher, and he walked farther and farther .

He retrieved a flower that was swept away by the wind from under the flower stand. When he turned around, he saw a hand stretched out in front of him, and a sycamore flower lay on the palm.

"Sir."

Qu Chenzhou was about to kneel down when he was pulled back.

"Don't kneel." Liu Chongming signaled him to follow, came to the front of the pile of flowers, dropped the flowers in his hand, and asked, "What song were you singing just now?"

Qu Chenzhou froze for a moment, he didn't even realize what he was humming, but after thinking about it, there should be only one tune he could hum casually.

"Hui Shizi, it's just a folk tune, I don't know the name."

Liu Chongming didn't have the nerve to say that he had been looking at him through the window for a long time. Although he couldn't hear what the other party was humming, he could even feel a sense of freedom and happiness just by looking at the brisk steps.

"Can you sing it to me?"

This tone was not an order, but a request, not the attitude that a slave facing Liu Shizi should have.

At this moment, the person standing in front of Qu Chenzhou seemed to have become the shy young man who tried to keep his composure from before.

He thought carefully for a moment before opening his mouth softly: "The drums sound at the first watch, the flowers bloom in March, the cuckoos sing in disorder, and the swallows fly from the small eaves, calling for the east wind every day. Change all the colors of the world, and slowly return to Moshang."

In an instant, Liu Chongming's face was pale, as if struck by lightning.

"Drums sound at the second watch, the painting screen is displayed leisurely, spring dreams and autumn clouds, drunk farewell to the west building, dots and walks. The red candle has no good plan, and the slanting moon is half leaning against the window."

"The sound of the drum at the third watch, the dawn and dusk of a hundred generations, the water flowing and the flowers fading, and the north and south diverging roads, always miss the spring. The bagpipes leave the pavilion late, and you go to Xiaoxiang."

"My son..." Qu Chenzhou stopped, looked at Liu Chongming's expression differently, was surprised in his heart, and quickly reached out to help him: "Is there something wrong with you?"

Since he was very young, he only sang this song to himself, and he was confident that Chongming would never have heard it, but in the last life, when he remembered to sing it to Chongming, Chongming was also inexplicably surprised.

At that time, Chongming hugged him tightly and whispered in his ear over and over again: "Shen Zhouer, you are mine..."

He once asked about the surprise at that moment, and Chongming only told him on his birthday that year, as a surprise, but before that time, a sudden change occurred, and he was separated from the mountains and seas forever.

"It's okay," Liu Chongming suppressed his frantic heartbeat, "You...keep singing."

"The drums sound at the fourth watch, the wine in front of the bottles is cold, the railings are clapped all over, and the singing is waiting for each other. The love seems ruthless. Tomorrow is separated by mountains, and the world is boundless."

"The fifth watch drum sounds," Qu Shenzhou felt a little uneasy, but continued to sing: "The fifth watch drum sounds, the bead curtains are completely wet, the sky is covered with snow, the clouds are condensed for thousands of miles, and there are many tourists in the mountains. Drinking is different Intestine, don't sue Li Shang."

Liu Chongming staggered away without saying a word.

This night is destined to be sleepless.

He didn't know if there was really someone behind Qu Shenzhou, who boldly and crazily pushed Qu Shenzhou, who was completely unsuitable for a secret role, to his side.

If there is, then this person knows himself better than everyone else, which is too scary.

Not only know all his weaknesses and weakness, but also know the secrets in his heart so clearly, including that song.

Except for his elder brother, he didn't mention that tune to anyone else, and every twist and fall of that tune, every single word, would never be wrong.

No one taught him, this song seems to have been brought out from the mother's womb, as he got older, it became clearer and clearer, making him feel like a monster.

He was afraid that others would look at him strangely, so he only asked his brother for help.

After listening to him sing once, the elder brother touched the top of his head to comfort him

——Everything has its own arrangements, don't be afraid, try to accept yourself.

——It's a very good song, but it's too sad, and you can't understand it at this age.

Only after his brother's explanation did he realize that this is a farewell song, and the person who sings it as someone else is singing it for another person.

The man lingered outside the door, reluctant to let go for a long time, standing from the first watch to the fifth watch, and then reluctantly left.

Sometimes, he felt as if he was the one who sang goodbye, but he couldn't remember who he was saying goodbye to.

After his brother was gone, he never brought up his thoughts to anyone, even to Bai Shiyan.

Although Shi Yan has the closest relationship with him, they often have different ideas. After a few quarrels, he stopped talking about many things.

Sometimes, Shi Yan is more like a spur to him, urging him to move forward for the future of the Liu family and the Bai family.

But this Qu Shenzhou, like a bewitching devil, caressed his softest place with compassion and tenderness, causing him to unknowingly lose his armor and disarm him, and was defeated.

Rational vigilance succumbed to fatigue, he listened to the sound of even breathing from outside, and fell asleep slowly without knowing it, and his dream was full of pink and white flowers.

Holding a box full of sycamore flowers, he looked at the other side anxiously, and the arc of the smile on those demon eyes was very beautiful: "I like flowers, and I also... like you."

I don't know if it's because of the day and night with Qu Chenzhou, this kind of dream is no longer so frightening, he is addicted to that smile in the dream, and he doesn't even want to wake up.

In the days that followed, the two of them lived in such a non-salty way, as if they had been together for many years, and neither of them pierced the window of doubt.

During the daytime, Liu Chongming was reading in the study or meeting guests, while Qu Shenzhou was sitting in the yard or reading in the bedroom.

In addition to not answering those unspoken questions, he gradually stopped maintaining a deliberate disguise.

The elegant sitting posture in the palace, the regular washing and washing before meals, and the leisurely conversation are all like spikes on his body, so that Liu Chongming will not get too close to him again.

In the current situation where he can't escape, he is afraid that he will drag Liu Chongming into a place of eternal doom like before.

But every time he saw Liu Chongming being forced back by the spikes, he couldn't help feeling bitter in his mouth.

These days are like mixing Coptis chinensis with honey, one swallows one mouthful, and one cannot tell whether it is bitter or sweet.

After night fell, the two of them had dinner and returned to the bedroom together. Sometimes they would drink some tea and talk for a night, and sometimes they would stay in the sarong and the bed in the inner room, doing their own things, and talking to each other from time to time.

Time is like this, as if it has become extremely gentle because of the arrival of midsummer.

Liu Chongming always thought that he was a cautious person, but he didn't expect that the other party was more reticent than him. When they were together, he talked more.

It wasn't until he didn't know when he suddenly realized that he called out "Shen Zhou" so naturally, and the other party responded to him so naturally, that he suddenly felt that something was different from before.

The other party was like a swamp exuding fragrance, he sank little by little, unable to extricate himself.

The sycamore flowers had already withered, and the lush leaves rattled in the air in boredom every day. Qu Shenzhou had nothing to do, so he begged for some books to read.

He could see Liu Chongming's surprise, and knew why the other party was surprised - he was Chongming's student, and the things they liked were very close.

After reading books under the eaves for two days, he was called into the study. Liu Chongming didn't explain anything, and he knew the reason.

Because reading in the sun is easy to damage your eyes, which is where he was always criticized in the past.

"It's a pity that such beautiful eyes are broken."

So Chongming didn't want him to cry all the time, he was very obedient, and he didn't cry again for many years.

Qu Chenzhou turned another page of the book, and unconsciously raised his head to glance at the book case, but accidentally met the eyes that were looking at him, and the two turned their faces at the same time, feeling embarrassed.

Fortunately, the servant's footsteps broke the embarrassment.

Liu Chongming opened the greeting card handed over, and signaled to the next person: "Take him to the wing."

Qu Chenzhou stood up and followed the servants out the door.

Every time there is a guest, he needs to avoid it, but this time, just as he had time to walk around the corner, he heard a clean and refreshing voice from the hanging flower door with a slight smile: "Chongming, it's a good time, don't you want to go out for a walk?" ?”

Qu Shenzhou's ten fingers were curled up like chicken claws, and they were tightly digging on the wall. In this voice, they trembled like chaff.

On the other side of the corner, Liu Chongming had already greeted him down the steps, and he cupped his hands to invite him in: "My lord came so fast, I was planning to go outside the door to greet him."

"Chongming, being so polite will make you look outside."

The sound of the two talking and laughing entered the door, leaving only Qu Shenzhou struggling to support the wall with his hands, so as not to let himself lose control.

It was a voice he would never forget in his life.

The last time I heard this voice, Chongming's army had surrounded the capital for more than half a month, the palace gate was crumbling, and the palace was full of fear and anxiety.

Except in Guanxing Pavilion.

He held on to the wall with difficulty, but he couldn't hold it, and slowly slid to his knees, hugging his head desperately.

As if to protect himself, after he was reborn, many memories were deliberately locked up, as if as long as he didn't look or think about it, that horrible past never happened.

But now the tight door was knocked open again by this terrible voice.

It was impossible for him not to remember.

The pain was so convulsive that I couldn't even hear the cloudy panting in my ears.

He opened his eyes in humiliation, half of his face was soaked in the mattress soaked in tears and sweat, biting the sackcloth stuck in his mouth, and looked at the cabinet in the distance without saying a word.

On the cabinet was an exquisite box of eight treasures, supporting his consciousness hanging by a thread.

As if the violated body was nothing more than a dead skin.

The voice behind him was like a poisoned bee sting, with hatred in his smile.

"Qu Sitian, the Chongming you've been thinking about is not far away, do you want him to see you now?"

"Does he know that you still have such a dissolute look? Is he more familiar with your body than me?"

"Zhen and Liu Chongming, which one do you like better?"

"By the way, you can't talk now."

The man rushed him to the head of the bed time and time again without mercy: "I dare not let you speak, but you know so many secrets, will anyone listen?"

"You are planning to harm me, do you think Liu Chongming will thank you? Will you let you go?"

"Let me tell you, he made an oath before the battle that he would use your Qu Sitian's blood to pay homage to the souls of the dead. How do you think he will treat you?"

"I'll take a good look at it for you, and see how he will treat such a sinful benefactor like you."

The voice gasped in blissful delight, laughing maniacally.

"You should pray for him, pray that he dare not do anything to me, otherwise I will make his life worse than death!"

Qu Chenzhou squatted at the base of the wall, trembling all over, his presumptuous laughter gnawed repeatedly like a bone-eating poison.

How filthy he was in the past, as if trapped in an inescapable quagmire, but in that pitch-black abyss, there was another voice screaming - he couldn't die, the evil spirits were still wandering around Chongming, he How can you just die like this!

He stuffed one hand in his mouth and bit it tightly, the pain and the smell of blood restrained him from screaming, but the nightmare brought by the sound entangled him like a vine, and everything around him Are far away in general.

"Shen Zhou... Shen Zhou..."

In the infinite mist, someone called him like in the clouds, at first he just called his name, and soon grabbed his hands in his hair.

"Sink the boat!"

After Liu Chongming saw off the guests, he heard from the servants that something was wrong here, but he did not expect to see such a flustered Qu Shenzhou.

Obviously in his impression, as long as this child is still awake, he will always be calm and calm, and he will never lose his composure like this.

Even the eyes that he forced to raise lost their spirits, as if they were desperate before dying.

Just like the self who once faced his brother's body, was filled with hysteria, but was unable to make a sound of grief.

He looked at the pair of absent-minded monster eyes, as if he could hear the voice behind the despair - save me... save me...

Maybe it was because there was too much begging in these clean eyes, Liu Chongming stretched out his hand carefully as if his heart was suddenly pierced by a sharp knife, his eyes were red.

"Shen Zhou..."

He bent down, wrapped the shrunken little body in his arms, and hugged him under the astonished eyes of the servants.

The homework in the study was still waiting for him to do, but after that day, he didn't do anything, didn't ask anything, he just sat on the bed holding the little boy who looked like a frightened little beast, while slowly shaking, While humming a song softly.

"At the first watch, the drums sound, the flowers bloom in March, the cuckoo crows, the swallows fly from the small eaves, and the east wind is called every day. Change all the colors in the world, and slowly return to Moshang..."

He couldn't figure out why.

Maybe it was just because the kid needed a hug and he was willing to give it.

The author has something to say: This song was sung by Liu Chongming a long time ago when he bid farewell to Shen Zhou before he died for Shen Zhou. Many friends said that I committed suicide again, and some said it didn't matter.

I grabbed half of the head and hair, but insisted on dying, because I felt that the victim was innocent.

If it is sympathetic if the limbs are broken due to the injury, then the injury on the other side is the same, there is no difference. It cannot be said that if it is injured here, it will be pitiful, and if it is injured there, it will be low. , please don't say that.

Because it will also affect the follow-up plot, I still insist on it. I recently caught up with the strict trial, so I can only change that paragraph to be more ambiguous. I don’t dare to speak too much, for fear of being locked