[Jian San] Let's drink tea from big brother

Xu Aoxue told Liu Mengyang about Yang Ning's recent situation, and then got up to leave.

After all, he is a man, staying here with Liu Mengyang is not a good thing, and he was anxious to find Ye Zhengyang, so he left in a hurry.

It's just that he searched around the mountain for half a circle, but he still didn't see Ye Zhengyang.

It happened that Hua Zhu came slowly with Gua Tai, and Tang Zisu followed ten steps away awkwardly. Although the two of them didn't speak a word, Hua Zhu's face was still smiling.

Xu Aoxue asked, "Have you ever seen Zhengyang?"

After hearing Xu Aoxue's words, Hua Zhu asked back, "Aren't you with him?"

As soon as he heard it, he realized that Ao Huazhu didn't see Ye Zhengyang, so Xu Aoxue just shook his head and turned to leave, then went to look for Ye Zhengyang.

After Xu Aoxue turned and left, Tang Zisu said lightly, "I saw it."

……

"Then why didn't you tell him?"

The old Tang Zisu replied, "He didn't ask me."

Even Huazhu didn't know how to respond to this sentence.

Fortunately, although Tang Zisu didn't tell her, Ye Zhengyang's fluffy and thick clothes were too eye-catching. Soon, the Taoist priest who was patrolling in Chunyang Palace told him that Ye Zhengyang was going in the direction of the Sword Discourse Arena. went.

When Xu Ao was bloody, Ye Zhengyang was looking up at the sky.

In Huashan Chunyang, even the sky has a whiteness that is rarely seen elsewhere.The sky and the snow are entangled together, like a bunch of lovers who are lingering to death. If you want to melt each other into your arms, you will never be able to distinguish them. It is not clear whether it is love or hatred.

The young man, who was usually afraid of the cold to the point of inconceivable fear, was now only wrapped in a fox fur cloak, standing on the Sword Discourse Arena, facing the wind, as if he was about to fall into the blue sky and white mist in the next second.

Xu Aoxue stepped lightly, but the snow still leaked his tracks. Ye Zhengyang turned his head, saw Xu Aoxue standing not far behind, and said to him, "Why are you here?"

Xu Aoxue pursed his lips, just looked at him, and after a long time, he said to him, "Are you cold, do you need me to go back and fetch your clothes?"

Ye Zhengyang turned back again, looked at the scenery under the Sword Discourse Arena, and said to him, "No, I'm not cold."

In fact, he is not cold at all.

The internal force of their Hidden Sword Villa is masculine. He has practiced internal force since he was a child. Even if it will be cold in winter, he will not be so exaggerated. , even Ye Jingyi didn't exaggerate like that.

He's not cold, he's just afraid of the cold.

He was afraid of the feeling of being attacked by the cold, so he chose to wear such thick clothes.

When Ye Zhengyang died in his previous life, it was in February.

He had just graduated at the time, and with the money left by his parents, he opened a small store by himself, connected to Taobao on the Internet, and spent most of the day hanging in front of the computer.

As for the business in the store, he just wanted to have a good life, and never considered making a lot of money.

It was his first Spring Festival after graduating from university. He was alone in the shop, Zha Jiansan. He felt a little lonely at first, but fortunately, a mysterious crystal appeared in the game, and it was a New Year's gift for him to comfort himself.

Originally, he had nothing to do during the Spring Festival, and he had already lowered the shutters of the store, but at that time, he felt thirsty and planned to buy a bottle of Coke from the vending machine on the corner of the street.

When he opened the back door, he ran into a thief who robbed the empty door. Both parties were taken aback. The thief seemed to think that it was a big Chinese New Year. They were all in a deserted alley, that's why he had the courage to steal things, but when he met Ye Zhengyang, he panicked and stabbed Ye Zhengyang without saying a word.

In February in the north, the weather is still very cold, and there are still white snow scattered on the ground.

Ye Zhengyang lay on the snow, watching his own blood smudge the snow white, like an ink painting, quietly depicting the appearance of life passing by.

He wanted to call for help, but there was no one in this dark alley, and the residential area not far away was brightly lit, and he seemed to be able to vaguely hear the laughter coming from there.

But it has nothing to do with him.

He wanted to crawl out from the alley, but the wound in his abdomen made every breath he took a sharp pain. He wanted to call 120, but he didn't bring out his mobile phone at all.

The ice and snow under his body were watered by his blood and melted into gurgling snow water, but this melting process was the coldest.

He could feel the blood under his body cooling down slowly from the scalding at the beginning, and then it seemed to flow back into his body, freezing and destroying his other internal organs.

He was in that lonely alley, quietly feeling the coming of death, cold and desolate, he watched the scene in front of him change from clear to blurred, and finally formed a colorful dream scene.

He finally gave up.

For an unlucky person like him, maybe death is the relief.

In the end, he traveled here and started a new life again.

But he is still afraid of the cold.

He was terrified.

Every time he saw snow falling, he could recall the coldness of that day, as if it wanted to freeze all his internal organs into ice, making his body stiff and cold.

He felt the threat of death from the ice and snow, which was his most intuitive feeling about death.

So when Su Shaoqing said that one day, Xu Aoxue would eventually die on the battlefield of Tang Dynasty, the memory of that day's death flooded his mind once again.

He didn't want Xu Aoxue to experience the same cold.

That kind of cold is too deep into the bone marrow, freezing through the heart.

If one day, after he completes all the tasks, will Xu Aoxue alone still be on the battlefield of the Anshi Rebellion, resisting An Lushan's army with flesh and blood, and defending the soul of Datang with his spear.

In the end, die in battle.

Whether it was like Luo Cheng, who pierced his heart with ten thousand arrows, or died of exhaustion like Dian Wei, no matter which kind of death, it seemed to be very suitable for this guy.

He looked at Xu Aoxue, in that handsome brow, there was the killing spirit of years of fighting, but it still couldn't hide his light.

Thinking about it this way, what is he thinking about in the 21st century, without the fresh clothes and angry horses here, without the joyful grievances here, and without his master or his friends.

There is no Xu Aoxue either.

He thought, even if others say that he is too selfish, if Xu Aoxue is willing to go back to the West Lake with him, and never care about those enemies of the country and family, he is willing to stay with Xu Aoxue forever.

Let those Anshi Rebellions, let those countries be righteous, let those wars go to hell, as long as Xu Aoxue can not know the cold and lonely death alone, he is willing to bear the crime and detain Xu Aoxue by his side.

The world in this game.

He opened his mouth and said slowly, "Ah Xue, if one day I say that I want to retire to the West Lake, would you be willing to come with me?"

Xu Aoxue nodded, a faint smile rose in his eyes, "Of course, no matter where you go, I will accompany you."

Ye Zhengyang looked at Xu Aoxue for a long time before continuing his next sentence, "If, when the flames of war reignite and the Tang Dynasty is in turmoil, can you still go back to hermit with me at ease?"

This time, Xu Aoxue didn't speak.

The atmosphere between the two of them fell silent, and Ye Zhengyang felt something suppressed in his throat, so he could only look at Xu Aoxue, unable to say a word.

He was waiting for Xu Aoxue's answer.

Xu Aoxue finally gave him the answer.

"Zhengyang, I am a soldier of Tiance."

Xu Aoxue watched as the light of expectation in Ye Zhengyang's eyes dimmed little by little.

That was the light he was most obsessed with, like a ray of sunshine of redemption, warming him, who was struggling and sinking in the hell of blood and tears.

He had said to himself before that he wanted to protect the owner of this light forever, but today, he watched the light slowly slip away from Ye Zhengyang's eyes.

This feeling was a heartache that no matter how many injuries he had suffered on the battlefield, he couldn't match his heartache.

He stretched out his hand, wanting to grab Ye Zhengyang, but the other party avoided him without leaving a trace. The young man lowered his head and looked away from him. He heard Ye Zhengyang lower his voice and say, "Got it, you are right." , I owe it to you to think about it.”

Xu Aoxue opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but he still didn't make a sound.

Ye Zhengyang said in a low voice, "It's nothing, you are right, you are from Tiance Mansion."

The opponent, after all, is different from a player like him. His heart, his thoughts, and everything about him are based on the premise that he is a strategist.

This is also a gap that can never be bridged between them.

He, Ye Zhengyang, will never be able to be like the protagonist of a novel, who can warn those who are going to go on a long journey to be safe, and can sit quietly at home, waiting for the opponent to fight and fight on the battlefield, narrowly dying.

He is just a small person, he can't be that great, and he has to sacrifice everything for the sake of national justice.

Especially, when he knew that the other party's ending was death.

Ye Zhengyang turned around and wanted to leave, Xu Aoxue wanted to follow, but heard Ye Zhengyang say, "For now, let me think about it alone."

Xu Aoxue stopped. He suddenly felt that an invisible barrier had been opened between him and Ye Zhengyang, making it impossible for him to get close to each other.

But he couldn't do it.

He clearly knew what the answer Ye Zhengyang was expecting, but he couldn't say it.

He is a soldier of the Tiance Mansion, his bones, his blood, everything is integrated with the spirit of Tiance, he will never be able to hide in the troubled times, the spear in his hand will always go out for the Tang Dynasty.

He really couldn't say it, he didn't want to deceive Ye Zhengyang, and he knew that he couldn't deceive Ye Zhengyang.

Both of them knew the answer, but neither of them wanted to say it.

Ye Zhengyang's figure had already merged into the snowstorm of Chunyang Huashan, and he suddenly smashed towards the boulder next to him, as if he wanted to vent all his emotions on this blow.

The boulder was broken into several pieces, and along with Xu Aoxue's blood, scattered on the pure sun snow.

As if he couldn't feel the pain, he let the blood flow on the ground, leaving scarlet traces, "Zhengyang..."