Yang Qingyue's fellow demon

The young master of the Yu family has been in poor health since he was a child, weak and weak, and faints from time to time.It is a disease brought about from the mother's womb.

One day, the young master passed out again.According to weekdays, it is also a matter of a short while.But this time, it was three or four days.His parents were in a panic, ask the doctor to observe, breathing smoothly, complexion is good, seems to be fast asleep, but no matter what, he can't wake up, like a nightmare.

In a day or two, the young master of the Yu family woke up.His parents were overjoyed and called for their son repeatedly, but he looked blank, as if he didn't know where he was.After a long while, I suddenly read a poem by Li Taibai, and after reading it, I insisted on going to Changgemen.

"'When is the moon in the blue sky?'" When mentioning this line of poetry, Yu Shan was in a trance. Realizing the situation, he regained consciousness and smiled slightly at the tall young man standing not far away. I insisted on entering the Changge Gate, but my home is on the Shu Road, thousands of miles away from the Changge Gate. My parents thought I was still young, so they refused. After persisting for a few years, I finally agreed."

When he said these words, his tone was indifferent, and he didn't feel much.However, Yang Yifei had a keen mind, before and after the contact, he guessed a little bit: "You... During the dream, it was related to my brother?"

That day, he was looking for his elder brother to talk, when he accidentally saw the scene of his elder brother embracing Yu Shan, he was inexplicably horrified.He didn't know what kind of relationship there was between Yu Shan and Yang Qingyue, who had just started.After sorting out the clues, I want to find my brother and talk about it.

Unexpectedly, Yang Qingyue fell into a deep sleep recently.He had no choice but to find Yushan first to find out a thing or two.

But Yu Shan smiled slightly and saluted, "Thank you for your concern. But this is Xiao Ke's personal and private matter, and there is nothing to say. If you say it, it is just a heart of admiration for Master Yang Qingyue."

Hearing this, Yang Yifei was silent for a moment, Fang Qi said: "My elder brother... he was poisoned by a poisonous needle when he was three years old, and he has been in a mess since then...Most of the people respecting him are only respecting his status as the eldest son of Yang. There is nothing else. Even though he is gentle and sincere, with unparalleled violin skills and internal strength, but... his pain is incomprehensible to anyone.

"Although I am a close brother, I have been running around all year round to get the Changge family. I seldom have long talks with my elder brother. He is always alone... Yu Shan, if you admire him, you will be more grateful." spend some time with him."

Yu Shan couldn't answer what he said for a while.He thought to himself, if Yang Qingyue has a sincere heart, so does Yang Yifei, the master of the sect.This pair of brothers is really a rare figure in the world.It was obvious that he kept it secret, but Yang Yifei confided his heart in such a way, which is really admirable.

In this way, it would be hypocrisy for Yu Shan to push back but cover up.In addition, his youthful heart is not lost, so he made a big gift and said sincerely: "The previous words were not concealed from the sect master. Tell the second person, it's just that my past experience makes me unable to trust others, and I hope the sect master will forgive me." After speaking, he bowed deeply.

Seeing his persistence, Yang Yifei didn't say much.After bidding farewell to Yang Yifei, Yu Shan hurried back to the courtyard where Yang Qingyue was.

White walls and blue tiles, the branches and leaves of the pear tree in the courtyard come out of the wall.Light white flowers, a single color, went around the wall and entered the yard, and saw a tall young man leaning against the tree and tuning the strings.

The pear blossoms are like snow, falling on the young man's shoulders.And he lowered his head, his slender fingers criss-crossing the strings, but the melody did not have the murderous intent in his dreams, it was lazy, like the low voice when people dispersed.

The slender fingers plucked and picked the strings a few times, the sound of the piano was still unstable, but it became cheerful.Standing at the gate of the courtyard, Yu Shan suddenly smiled and said, "It's actually this song."

Yang Qingyue looked up at him and said, "Yes."

As the tune progressed, Yu Shan slowly walked to Yang Qingyue's side.He was handsome and handsome, and he should have been as radiant as Wuling when he was young, but because of the sickness on his cheeks, his energy was lost and he looked sickly.

Thinking of this, Yu Shan couldn't help but feel uncomfortable.He has traveled with him in the mountains and rivers in his dreams, galloping on horses, dancing swords and playing the piano, so happy, but back to reality, it is another situation.

"Yang Qingyue." Yu Shan called him, disregarding the master-student rules.The simple thing is that Yang Qingyue has always been Yang Qingyue, and she has never cared about this rule.He bowed his head and said "En", the tune was almost at the end, he kept pointing his fingers, but raised his head.

His eyes are black and bright, full of the warmth of a child, and the gentleness of a good dream.

Yu Shan looked at it, and suddenly provoked a smile: "Do you know how much misunderstanding will be caused by looking at people like this? Some people will think that you like them or love them."

Yang Qingyue was noncommittal.

After a while, he asked, "Including you?"

There was no answer for a long time.The people around him were as quiet as a wisp of soul, making him think he was in a dream again.So he stretched out his hand without thinking, grabbed the wrist of the young man beside him, and pulled him closer to him, and then closer.

When Yu Shan's warm breath sprayed on the brow bone, his eyelashes could not help but tremble into autumn leaves.It's too close, he said in his heart.But the body still didn't move.

The smooth and slightly cool tip of his nose lightly rubbed his forehead, a drop of sweat slipped from his forehead, and slowly flowed down, flowing over the straight bridge of the young man's nose, and lingering on the tip of his nose for a long time.

During this period, Yu Shan trembled his eyelashes and wanted to look up at Yang Qingyue, but he never dared.Because of being too close, his whole body was stiff and he dared not move.

Yang Qingyue fell into a dream again, not knowing when it will be.He didn't even know if the person in front of him was real or fake.He had poisoned needles in his brain, and woke up with the sound of the piano piercing through the air, but he still fell into the cracks of dreams from time to time, unable to distinguish the direction.

The drop of sweat that was spinning on the tip of his nose finally slipped down and landed in the boy's mouth, and he knew it was bitter when he tasted it.This bitterness lingered in his heart, and suddenly reminded him of Yang Yifei's words, and then remembered the parting for several years, when he woke up and told about his dream, he was ridiculed by the people around him.

"Ha, this young master of the Yu family is probably crazy." At that time, the mocking words broke into his mind, and Yu Shan finally trembled uncontrollably.

It's clearly true...

He raised his head abruptly, looked at Yang Qingyue with a confused face, feeling uneasy in his heart, Zhuang Zhou dreamed of a butterfly, who is the butterfly, who is Zhuang Zhou?

He wants confirmation.

Then he leaned over and kissed Yang Qingyue's slightly sickly pale lips.

When their lips touched, Yang Qingyue was awakened from her dream at once.In the panic, the boy's eyes were the first to catch his eyes.

Hesitating, fragile, and sad, in the background, there is a bunch of pear blossoms on the top of the young man's jet-black hair, trembling, about to fall to the ground.

Such beautiful flowers.He collected himself and put his hand on the boy's shoulder.With hands on his shoulders, the two fell silent for a long time.

Night will come soon.The lights in the courtyard below gradually came on, and in the dim night, it seemed far away, separated by mountains and rivers.The courtyard where Yushan and the others were located was at a high place, and it was still dark.

There were no lanterns hanging in the huge courtyard, and it was pitch black.In the black night, a tree of white pear blossoms seemed to be shining.There may be slight human voices in the courtyard below, which makes the silence here even more.

It's quiet, it's too quiet.A heart went from clamoring to gradually regaining consciousness, Yu Shan understood it, and the beating heart quietly returned to its proper place in his chest.

Yang Qingyue lowered her eyes and looked at him.The eyes from his thick eyelashes fell on Yu Shan's mouth, the young man's trembling lips.But after watching it for a long time, there was no disturbance.

Gathering his mind, Yu Shan looked up at the clear and empty moon, thinking that this month, he doesn't know the pessimistic separation and separation in the world.He smiled, almost bitterly.

"...It's not okay to treat my mentor like this here." After a long time, Yang Qingyue said in a low voice.

Hearing this, the ashes in Yu Shan's heart were somewhat rekindled, and it took a lot of effort to stabilize his mind, and said slowly but firmly: "You can expel me from the teacher's school, but I don't regret it."

It is hard to tell which is real and which is false in the dream.When Zhuangzi's wife died, he drummed a drum and sang, telling his friends who came to pay their respects that life was born into nothingness, and after death it will return to nothingness, so there is no need to express sorrow.

Speaking of this allusion, it is in a dream.At that time, the elder who was very close to him in the Yushan clan passed away due to illness, and the people in the clan, including his parents, only focused on the wealth left by his uncle, so no one cared about the youth's sorrow.

In the dream, the young man's eyes were also dark, as if the sky had collapsed.He stood in the darkness, with no way to come and nowhere to go, and was alone.There was only a clang of the piano, and the darkness was driven away like a year beast, and the light reappeared. In front of my eyes was the scorching summer, the gurgling stream, and the gorgeous lotus flowers.

And across the dense lotus leaves, the young man playing the piano stood and smiled at him.At that moment, it was indescribably clear and unrestrained.

Although the young man looked a little confused, as if he did not know why the young man appeared in front of him, he still smiled slightly, sat cross-legged and continued to play the piano.A melancholy and simple tune, not suitable for this lively scene, listening to it, Yu Shan felt very cold.

He thought of the dead elders, the clansmen with shallow kinship, and the heart of the 13-year-old was really chilling.Unknowingly, the sound of the piano stopped, and the young man walked over slowly, his expression was still a bit confused, but he said: "" "...what's wrong?"

The young man shook his head hastily, not knowing what night it is.The tall and tall young man raised his hand unexpectedly, and when it touched his eyes, Yu Shan took a big step back, and was about to get angry when he saw the young man say, "You...were crying."

It was his tears that stained his fingertips.

"Why are you crying?"

Extremely sad and angry, mourning and depressed, 13-year-old Yu Shan was just waiting for a question.

Knowing the story from Yu Shan's words, the young man talked about the allusion of Zhuangzi drumming and singing.Live in nothingness, die in nothingness.After speaking, somehow, he also sighed, as if he realized that he was not very good at comforting others.

Seeing him sigh, Yu Shan was puzzled: "Then you... are you also in nothingness?"

The young man lowered his eyebrows, frowning slightly, and said, "I don't know either."

The moon is in the middle of the sky, and the lotus leaves in the water are swaying with the wind, emitting bursts of fragrance.Under the moonlight, the handsome young man is like a fairy bathing in the light of the sky.Yu Shan raised his hand suddenly, grabbed him, and affirmed: "I can touch you, you are real."

The 13-year-old Yu Shan is so stubborn.This moment, this moment.

The moonlight tonight is just like that moment, illusory like a dream, will it become false in the end?Yang Qingyue looked at the young man in front of her, recalled the pain of waking up from the dream, and realized that Xu would be lost again.Emotions that were as quiet as running water suddenly surged like a tide.

He hugged him in a retaining gesture.