dim lights

Qi Shiyu opened his eyes and found himself in a warehouse-like place.The windows in the house are shaded and dark, and the surroundings are full of stale medicinal smells.

He felt vigilant, and then he remembered that the present is different from the past, and it is inevitable to be held hostage to wander alone in the rivers and lakes.In the past, he was more than ten thousand people, and countless people were willing to risk their lives to protect him, but now they are poor and white, and no one would risk their lives for the beggars on the roadside.

But he knew that in the past, there was also a person who was willing to protect him regardless of his status, but that person was left behind by him in the end, and he would never see each other again in this life.

He doesn't deserve to see him again.

Qi Shiyu touched the porcelain bottle on his waist and laughed.When he smiled, the tails of his eyes were raised slightly, as if he had been infected with the remnants of the Lanfang Banquet, which was very attractive.Then Qi Shiyu yelled in the direction of the door.

"Young Xia, you invited someone to be a guest, and you didn't even give him good wine?"

Shen Tingyun heard the voice in the warehouse, and knew that Qi Junlang, who had been kidnapped by him, had woken up. He walked to the window and said, "Didn't Junlang drink the osmanthus wine passed down in his family?"

Qi Shiyu said: "Young hero, don't lie to me, that wine is not a good wine, it's just a bait to lure you into a trap." I don't know if it's my own illusion, but the voice of the person outside the door sounds like Misty is very similar.

With a similar voice and a similar body shape, this person must have the most enthusiastic heart and brightest eyes just like Ting Yun.

Shen Tingyun had expected that the little trick would be seen through, so he laughed twice and said: "Your gentleman laughed, there is a reason for the incident, the husband of the family wants to see you, so I came up with this trick and hastily made a bait."

Qi Shiyu raised his eyebrows: "I always only give advice and don't get involved in trouble. However, even if you ask for advice, you need good wine."

Shen Tingyun thought about it, after all, he had something to ask for from others, and now he couldn't bring him back to Southern Xinjiang immediately, he had to treat him well.So he asked the buddy to bring the wine from the wine stand, and delivered it to Qi Shiyu himself.

Qi Shiyu only smelled it, and then began to shake his head: "It's just swill with a bitter taste, how could you have the nerve to call it fine wine?" Shen Tingyun had no choice but to order his assistant to go to the nearest city to buy some good wine .

Without wine, Qi Shiyu didn't bother to talk to this person, and took a nap in the warehouse. Seeing that the other party had nothing to say to him, Shen Tingyun didn't want to make fun of himself, so he just sat next to the other party and waited for the guy to buy wine.

Shen Tingyun looked at Qi Shiyu a few more times out of boredom, and felt that this person was really kind, so he tried his best to think about it, and felt a headache, so he got up and went to the front yard.There were a lot of medicinal herbs in the front yard. Ji Minggui taught him to recognize some of them, and Shen Tingyun used his memory to identify them one by one to pass the time.

In the evening, when the clerk finally came back, Shen Tingyun pushed open the door of the warehouse with the wine.

This time Qi Shiyu was barely satisfied, and took a big gulp from the jar.

Shen Tingyun looked at the man drinking, and vaguely remembered someone who had been buried deep in his memory, and couldn't help but persuade him: "Don't drink, alcoholism is too much trouble, how many people in this world get drunk because of drinking?" The wives are separated."

Qi Shiyu smiled wryly and didn't answer, handed the wine jar to Shen Tingyun, motioning for him to have a drink too.

If it weren't for the bitterness in his heart, who would want to drink this stuff?

Only when you are drunk can you forget some wrong things and make yourself feel a little better.

He said that he would use the rest of his life to punish himself, and now he is a down-and-out drunkard who is a street performer, and he did it on purpose.Only by letting himself, who was once an extremely human minister, completely sink into the mud, everyone will spit at him when he sees it, and no one can help him, can he take revenge on Tingyun.

Shen Tingyun waved his hand, but did not take the wine offered by the other party.

"Who are you from?" Qi Shiyu asked with a smile.He has a good hold on alcohol, and his face does not turn red after a few sips.

Shen Tingyun avoided his eyes, the man holding the wine jar and curling his lips towards him had an irresistible charm, he liked men already, and was confused by him.He desperately recalled the not-so-thrilling but plain and warm past between himself and Ji Minggui, told himself that he should only feel this way about Ji Minggui, and then said, "Zhu Mingjiao."

"Are you the leader?"

Shen Tingyun shook his head: "I am the leader's wife."

"I don't think so." Qi Shiyu touched his chin, "It's a pity that I was born with a disease, so I can't distinguish faces, and I can't see what kind of beauty the wife of the leader of Zhu Mingjiao in the legends of the world is."

Shen Tingyun didn't pay attention to Qi Shiyu's frivolous words at the end, and his mind was full of what he just heard about the other party's indistinguishable face.

How pitiful he would be if he couldn't even recognize other people's faces.

"Then what about your deceased wife? Don't you know what he looked like until he died?" Shen Tingyun didn't intend to poke Qi Shiyu's heart, but the thought that the other party couldn't even recognize the face of his beloved, I couldn't help but feel bad for the other party.

Qi Shiyu smiled again, for some reason, Shen Tingyun felt that in today's conversation, only Qi Shiyu's smile this time was genuine.

It was a smile of nostalgia, containing all the beauty that had disappeared.

"Of course I know what he looks like. I've stroked his face thousands of times, and I've always remembered his appearance in my heart." Although he couldn't see Shen Tingyun's handsome appearance with his own eyes in this life, he had already The fragmented contours of the facial features obtained with fingers are engraved in the bottom of my heart, and they accompany Qi Shiyu's lingering life.

"That's great, you must have been nice to your wife back then, right?" Shen Tingyun asked.He was sad for the man in front of him, and he also longed for the man's love that had never been obliterated by life and death.

Qi Shiyu suppressed his smile, shook his head after a long time, and said: "No, I didn't treat him well at all. He failed him so much when he was alive, so that when he died, I didn't even have the courage to die. I'm afraid that if he sees me in Huangquan, he won't be happy even after death."

Qi Shiyu hadn't talked about Shen Tingyun with anyone for a long time. There were some things that he would never let go of if he didn't say them, and some things that he still couldn't let go of even if he said them.

Qi Shiyu's words, like Ling Chi's knife, sliced ​​on his flesh and blood, showing it to the stranger in front of him, dripping with blood.

But these words can only be said to this stranger.His close friends are half gone, and there are no old people around him.

"Human, it's cheap. When he was here, he didn't know how to cherish it. When he died because of himself, he realized that he had lost the love of his life. Madame, don't you think it's ridiculous?"

Shen Tingyun was speechless, his life was smooth sailing, he was on par with his husband, he had never experienced such a tragic thing, as a listener who was not even a bystander, he couldn't even utter a single comment.

Qi Shiyu drank a few sips of wine, got a little drunk, and said, "Forget it, ma'am, if there is one less person who understands this feeling, it will be one less person. I just want to say, cherish the person in front of you."

Shen Tingyun nodded, he understood what Qi Junlang said.After returning to southern Xinjiang, he will definitely treat Ji Minggui better, and try his best to regain the feeling that he was willing to join hands with him for a lifetime before he lost his memory.