Touch the cold

"what!?"

Chen Ping was just a frizzy kid back then. Hearing Wu Xun's words, he yelled: "Our master just fainted for a while, so why can't he hear you? Did you really pay attention, doctor?"

Wu Xun frowned, and argued, "Of course I looked carefully, your master is indeed deaf."

Qin Yi leaned back on the couch, looked sideways at the two people talking, but couldn't hear any sound, so he helplessly rubbed his drowsy head and got up.

"Hey master, why are you up?" Chen Ping, who was arguing with Wu Xun, saw Qin Yi get up from the couch and hurried over to help him.

Qin Yi's body was weak, and when he got up, his eyes went dark, and he recovered after a while.

Wu Xun was calm. Knowing that Qin Yi couldn't hear him, he turned around and took two pieces of paper from the desk, and wrote on them: "Young Master Qin, can your ears hear the sound?"

Qin Yi squinted his eyes at this sentence, as if he suddenly realized that something was wrong with him, and shook his head slightly with doubts.

"Master, don't scare me." Chen Ping said with a hint of tears, and turned to Wu Xun, "Doctor, is there any way to treat my master's ears?"

Wu Xun lowered his head and gritted his teeth, only said: "I don't know either."

"Where's Yanbei?" Qin Yi spoke at this moment, his voice was hoarse and cold.

Chen Ping was stunned for a moment when he heard the question, and hurriedly took the ink pen from Wu Xun and wrote: "Yanbei sent you here and then left. I don't know where he went."

Qin Yi secretly clenched his fist. He couldn't tell whether he was angry, hated or disappointed. He took the pen and wrote tremblingly: "In the ruined temple on the top of Beishan, go and tie him up for me."

In the ruined temple on the top of the mountain, Yan Bei was really there, as if he was waiting for someone from the Qin family to come to him.

"What? Is he not dead?" Yan Bei yawned and asked Chen Ping lazily.

Chen Ping tied Yanbei up, tied a knot, pulled hard, and said, "Not dead, but, but deaf."

"Oh, luckily, luckily." Yan Bei laughed.

"Master Yan, let's go, my master said he wants to see you." After tying the knot, Chen Pingdai patted Yan Bei's shoulder.

When Yan Bei was brought to the Qin residence, Wu Xun was also there. After the two of them met their eyes, Wu Xun immediately buried his face, his hands still trembling slightly.

Yan Bei only glanced at him, and then looked at Qin Yi. The floor of this house was covered with pieces of porcelain smashed by Qin Yi, so Yan Bei was chosen a cleaner place, and knelt down while holding his shoulders. with.

Qin Yi's face was calm, but his heart was already at the extreme. Wu Xun had just told him about the medicine, and he knew that Yanbei was going to put him to death.

Yan Bei looked at Qin Yi's face but only smiled, and there was both sadness and joy in the smile.

"Why?" Qin Yi wrote, he knew that Yan Bei was a serious person, and he also knew that Yan Bei had been hiding something from him, but he thought Yan Bei was somewhat sincere to him.

Yan Bei shrugged his shoulders and said nothing, feeling that there was no need to mention many things, it was already over.

The room was silent for a long time.

"In the river outside the city, drown him."

I don't know how long it took before Qin Yi wrote, and these words were written by Qin Yi to Chen Ping.

Chen Ping was stunned, and Yan Bei was also stunned for a moment, but then he showed a relieved look, and he walked out of the mansion by himself without anyone dragging him.

"If you don't do it, you will end up with him." Seeing that Chen Ping didn't move, Qin Yi wrote again.

Chen Ping swallowed, and then followed Yan Bei who was walking in front.

"Master Yan..." Chen Ping walked beside Yan Bei, calling out with a trembling voice.

Yan Bei smiled lightly, the rain was still falling, and the thin shirt on his body was wet.

"Mr. Yan, I have no other choice." Chen Ping added nervously seeing that Yan Bei was silent.

"I know." Yan Bei nodded, secretly clutching a paper bag on his cuff, with a red dot drawn on it.

Originally, he had prepared this medicine for himself. Wu Xun said that the medicine worked extremely quickly and did not cause too much pain. Yan Bei thought that this medicine was better than drowning.

When the two of them reached the river, it started to rain heavily. Chen Ping untied the rope tied around Yan Bei's body, and then connected a big rock to his wrist, moving very slowly.

"You don't have to think so much." Yan Bei said as he watched him tie the rope bit by bit.

"Yeah." Chen Ping only responded lightly, and buried his head very low, "Master Yan, drink a bowl of Mengpo soup by the Naihe bridge, forget everything you should."

Yan Bei smiled, "Yes."

Perhaps it was because of the rain, the river rolled and lapped against the embankment, the sound was a bit hideous and terrifying, but the sense of terror was washed away by Song Boyi's voice.

Yan Bei stood by the river embankment in a daze for a while, not knowing when he came, and felt that Chen Ping hadn't moved for a long time, and when he turned around, he saw that the man was wrestling with Song Boyi.

Song Boyi, who usually looks weak and weak, didn't know why he was going crazy today, he beat Chen Ping until he vomited a mouthful of blood before giving up, then walked towards Yanbei, and grabbed him by the collar , bit his lips tightly, but didn't say anything, just stared at Yan Bei angrily.

Water droplets slid down Yan Bei's face.

"You still have to live, watch Qin Yi for me." Yan Bei said, his eyes were no longer relaxed, after all, in front of Song Boyi, he didn't have to pretend.

"Don't mention that person to me." Song Boyi roared.

Yan Bei smiled sadly, "Okay, I'll be content if you can come and give me a ride, let's go back."

Song Boyi gritted his teeth, slapped Yan Bei hard on the face, then let him go, and turned to Chen Ping who was watching from the side.

Song Boyi stared straight at Yan Bei, but suddenly smiled for no reason, and slapped him hard on the side of the neck.

Yanbei's eyes darkened, his chest suddenly ached, and he woke up with a tremor.

It was this dream again.

Yan Bei sighed, rubbed his eyes and got up, and saw Cheng Lin still guarding his door, an oil lamp in the house was about to burn out, Yan Bei went over to add some lamp oil to it.

"Why haven't you left yet?" Yan Bei asked Cheng Lin.

"It's quiet here, it's too noisy outside." Cheng Lin said.

Yan Bei smiled and shook his head, feeling that the night was a bit cold, so he put on another coat, habitually reached out and hugged a jug, opened it and took a sip of wine, his chest still felt very uncomfortable, thinking about the those episodes.

He remembered that after being knocked unconscious by Song Boyi that day, he woke up in this small room, and the first person he saw when he opened his eyes was Cheng Rin.

It was only later that Yanbei found out from Cheng Rin that in order to save him, Song Boyi used his essays to recommend Chen Ping as an official, and asked him to change his name to Chen Hanmo and leave the Qin family. Things about Yanbei are far away.The famous article that moved the capital when Chen Ping was taking the exam was actually written by Song Boyi.

Not only that, but Song Boyi got an unrecognizable swollen corpse from somewhere and put it in a bag for the servants of the Qin Mansion to show it to Qin Yi, but Qin Yi either couldn't bear it or didn't want to, and didn't He didn't look at the corpse, but ordered someone to feed the contents of the sack to the dogs.

Yanbei has completely disappeared from this world since then, Song Bo has never won the first place since then, as for Qin Yi, he has gotten used to being lonely since then.

"How long have I been here?" Yan Bei suddenly asked Cheng Rin.

Cheng Lin thought for a while, "More than six years, almost seven years? I can't remember."

Yan Bei smiled, his chest still hurt, and the feeling became more and more intense, as if several steel needles were stuck in his chest.

For nearly seven years, almost nothing has changed here in Yanbei.

"How many more seven years do I have to stay here?" Yan Bei asked Cheng Lin.

Cheng Lin didn't speak, just picked up a small stone at his feet, and threw it into the haystack in the distance.

Yan Bei shook his head helplessly, put down the jug in his arms, and squatted on the ground, his chest was so uncomfortable that he trembled until he vomited a mouthful of blood.

Cheng Lin had his back turned to him, but he turned his head when he heard the voice, and saw Yan Bei's mouth was bright red, staring blankly at the pool of blood on the ground, Cheng Lin hurried over, knelt down and stroked his back.

"I said before, if you continue to drink like this, you will lose yourself sooner or later." Cheng Rin said.

Yan Bei was stunned, and it took him a long time to make some movements, but he stood up and hugged the wine jug just now, took another big gulp, and then poured the rest of the wine on the pool of blood on the ground. The smell covered up the stench of blood, Yan Bei hugged the empty jug and sat on the ground weakly.

Cheng Lin only watched what Yan Bei was doing, and didn't try to stop him. He only sighed slightly, took another jug ​​of wine, opened the jug, and stuffed it into Yan Bei's arms.

Yan Bei took it, looked at Cheng Rin gratefully, took a sip of the wine, but couldn't taste the taste, the wine was as weak as white water.

Yan Bei knew that he would not have another seven years.

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It was already late at night when Mo Zijin came back from Yanbei's tomb, and the lights in the first room of the Qin Mansion were still on. Mo Zijin stepped into the door and saw that Qin Yi was only wearing a plain white inner coat. Leaning on the corner of the couch, flipping through the scroll in his hand boredly.

"Why did you come back so late today?" Qin Yi was still waiting for Mo Zijin in the room, and he gestured and asked when he pushed the door open.

Mo Zijin was in a daze for a moment, the lights in the house were waiting for him, Qin Yi was still waiting for him even though he was not asleep at this time, suddenly, Mo Zijin wished that he didn't know anything about Yanbei.

"It's rare that the moonlight is beautiful today, let's look at it for a while longer." Mo Zijin said, taking off his outer robe, and put it on the pear flower chair beside him, "If you are sleepy in the future, go to sleep first, don't wait for me .”

Qin Yi only smiled when he saw this, and moved to the couch, leaving some space for Mo Zijin.

After Mo Zijin drank a cup of warm tea, he walked over and lay down beside Qin Yi, looking up at his face greedily.

Qin Yi put down the scroll in his hand, smiled and tilted his head to look at Mo Zijin, "You forgot to turn off the lamp."

"Oh." Mo Zijin replied, got up and went to blow the candles on the table.

"Forget it." Qin Yi suddenly pressed him down, "This lamp is almost burned out after waiting for you, just let it go."

Mo Zijin turned his head to look, and sure enough, the candle on the table was only two copper coins thick.Mo Zijin smiled, turned to look at Qin Yi, "It seems that I won't be so greedy for the moonlight next time."

Qin Yi hooked his upper lip, tucked the corner of the quilt for Mo Zijin, and then kissed Mo Zijin lightly on the forehead.