The bright moon sits on the ground

On Zhang Rui's 13th birthday, Zhang Shuangbi asked her what she wanted.

Nice clothes?Expensive jewelry?painting and calligraphy?delicacies?She refused all of them.

She went around in circles for a long time, and finally when Zhang Shuangbi was getting impatient, she rolled her eyes, pulled his sleeve pitifully, looked up at him with innocent eyes, and asked earnestly, "What are you doing?" Can you give me that squirt gun?"

Zhang Rui can be said to be daring, and always likes to pluck the hair on the tiger's head.

But Zhang Shuangbi doted on her again, worried that she had never felt the care of her mother since she was a child, and the guilt for her in her heart became even heavier. As long as Zhang Rui didn't do anything too outrageous, he basically It is not easy to get angry.

The first time Zhang Shuangbi touched the gun named "Sushui", it was the night when he escaped from Zhen'e Mansion. How do you look like? This is used for decades, whether it is reckless and frivolous in youth, or thoughtful in youth, or calm and calm in middle age, all kinds of blood and tears are paid for.

He used to value this gun very much, treating it as a treasure,? He didn't even want others to touch it, even Chang Jinyu.

Later, maybe because he got other precious things, the status of this water gun in his heart gradually became worse than before.

Zhang Rui thought that Zhang Shuangbi would be angry, and she waited anxiously to be scolded, but her father didn't say anything. He closed his eyes and thought for a while, and finally nodded in agreement. With complex emotions in his eyes, Zhang Rui felt that he might never Understand.

After that, Zhang Rui held the gun in his hand and took over Zhang Shuangbi's mantle.

There is a sense of arrogance in her heart. If Zhen'e is compared to a reed in the north, then she is a goose flying south. Sooner or later, she will escape from this severe cold, which makes her feel disgusted, like a cage. City, rushing to the distance, seeking her sunrise.

That's why she lost her impetuosity, calmed down, and honed her marksmanship day by day for ten years.

Until meeting Wen Zhanxing, the resentment that had been suppressed in Zhang Rui's heart for many years poured out in an instant.

It was a weight that almost crushed and broke her spine. No one could understand the evil spirit hidden in her heart.

Like this, without any haze, truly believe that there is goodwill in this world, and only know how to pursue what you want in your heart, isn't it stupid, ugly, or hateful?No—isn't it enviable?

Zhang Rui wanted to cry, to laugh, to run recklessly, to be stained with blood, to destroy all the good things she had and didn't have.

No one in the world has good intentions, and no one is worthy of protection. This group of ignorant and ugly people, she can't wait to destroy them. It's better to be chewed to pieces by wolves, tigers and leopards, so that she can feel sporadic. happy.

There are only two types of people in this world, hypocrites and villains, Zhang Rui repeated in her heart.

If Wen Zhanxing put on that hypocritical appearance, she would tear that hypocritical mask to pieces with her own hands.

The water-tracing gun broke through the shadow of the heavy sword, and slammed into the Qingyang sword viciously, making an ear-piercing buzzing sound.

The swords intersected, and the cold light was icy, shaking off layers of gusts like water waves, roaring and rushing in all directions.

The city wall was covered with moss, and an unknown bird stopped here to rest. It was startled by the sudden gust of wind, screamed, flapped its wings, flew up, and dropped a few tail feathers, fluttering, falling Went outside the wall.

Zhang Rui was absent-minded for a moment, and her eyes chased him involuntarily.

Outside the city gate is a barren, vast field, even the bright sun is blocked by the clouds, and nothing can be seen clearly.

The bird flew away, she was thinking wildly, but the movements of her hands did not stop, the offensive was still fierce and aggressive.

You can fly wherever you want, as long as you leave Zhen'e, this muddy and chaotic cold city.

Even if it is eaten by the most ferocious beasts, even if it freezes to death in the wilderness in winter.

This is a place that will corrode the soul, a place that will wipe out humanity, it is an abyss, it is purgatory.

Gunshots, wind sounds, and sword shadows overlapped and mixed without distinguishing each other. Wen Zhanxing frowned slightly, and blocked the chief with his backhand.With the attack of the gun, he vaguely felt that something was wrong with the person in front of him, and there were flowing flames hidden in his eyes, and the scorching tongue of fire almost burned him.

The movement of the water gun was out of order and chaotic, but the moves were extremely fierce, and he completely lost his mind.

She didn't come to question, she really wanted to kill herself and wanted to kill herself.

Wen Zhanxing turned sideways to avoid the menacing long.The gun, the cold wind was like ice, blowing suddenly, there was a kind of pain that was not obvious, he couldn't help squinting his dry eyes, lowered his gaze, and made room to look at Zhang Rui's hand holding the gun.

Sure enough, the winter was dry and cold, and she used too much force, the tiger's mouth was shattered, and the bright red blood flowed from her fingers, flowed down the arm and flowed into the cuff, leaving traces of snakes crawling, but she didn't seem to notice it. of.

Zhang Rui is not from the Devil's Sect, she is just throwing a child's temper, Wen Zhanxing thinks so, and is not going to take it seriously.

However, it was obvious that he wanted to give in, but Zhang Rui refused to expose the matter easily, and insisted on competing with him, or in other words, wanted to separate life and death with him—why?He thought he was cautious, and probably never touched Zhang Rui's nilin.

"Miss Zhang Rui." Wen Zhanxing reminded hesitantly, "You are not quite right now."

Zhang Rui, who had been silent all this time, suddenly laughed. Through the gun, the sword, and the wind, Wen Zhanxing clearly saw ripples in her eyes. He had never seen such deep emotions, that kind, like All ideals and hopes were overthrown in an instant, completely destroyed, but she could only watch helplessly, crying bitterly, nothing can restore... the pain.

"Not quite right?" she repeated. "What is normal to you? What is abnormal?"

Her tone is very calm, extremely calm, it is a unique illusion when she is on the verge of collapse, and she seems to be about to explode in the next second.

Wen Zhanxing turned his wrist and turned the edge of the sword outwards. The Qingyang sword could only cut off a few strands of Zhang Rui's temple hair, and it was blown away by the wind.

How to deal with this situation, he has no idea.

Should we follow Zhang Rui's wishes and have a hearty fight with her, or should we stop here and persuade her?

Wen Zhanxing has never been suitable to play the role of unraveling the knot. He knows himself very well. His careful persuasion is meaningless nonsense to others, and it is very likely that the persuaded person will hold grudges in turn. he.

But he still has to say, no matter once or twice, dozens of times, hundreds of times, as long as he listens to it once, that's enough.

"There are always people who argue in front of me, saying that there is no obvious difference between good and evil, and that black and white are in harmony." When Wen Zhanxing said the first sentence, Zhang Rui's eyes changed.She probably put herself in it, he thought helplessly.

"If everyone in this world has their own set of rhetoric, then what's the use of the government? What's the use of those laws? What's the use of the five constant principles? Killers don't have to pay for their lives, good people rarely die well, and wicked people live long A hundred years old, this is the consequence." Wen Zhanxing was thinking about the words, but Qingyangjian's defense was still watertight, like the hardest rock, "Miss Zhang Rui, from the moment you asked 'what is normal and what is abnormal' Since then, you have put yourself in a dilemma."

"What is normal and what is abnormal, shouldn't you know better than me?"

The more he fights with Wen Zhanxing, the more Zhang Rui can find out how scary he is.

This person, without a single flaw in his body, was as relaxed as walking in a courtyard, and he still had the energy to reason with her.

Zhang Rui had to admit that she had indeed lost her mind just now, and anger welled up in her heart. She didn't even know who was in front of her, and she just went on the offensive, trying to completely defeat this annoying obstacle that blocked her.

She took a sharp breath and bit the tip of her tongue. The rusty smell of blood gradually calmed her down.

Even after several years, she was still trapped by that nightmare, living in that snowy night.

Think about Zhang Shuangbi, think about Zhang Qi, think about Zhang Concubine, think about her blood relatives.

Zhang Rui thinks that her soul is being eroded and worn away bit by bit, and her reason is being disintegrated bit by bit.She is just a person standing on the edge of a cliff, wanting to jump down, and Zhen'e Mansion is like a tree of apricot blossoms blooming on the cliff, which made her stop involuntarily and wait and see—but the flowers eventually She didn't know when she would completely collapse on the day of withering.

Perhaps only by leaving Zhen'e and fleeing far away, can her floating soul find a place to stay.

Zhang Rui collected herself, forced herself to stop thinking about those nightmare events, and concentrate on dealing with Wen Zhanxing in front of her.

Nie Qiu and Fang Qisheng should have discovered her intentions. Even if they came one by one, they would be able to reach the north city gate in a short time. The two sides were in a stalemate, and there would be no way to distinguish between Wen Zhanxing and Wen Zhanxing——

However, at this moment, Wen Zhanxing suddenly said, "Sorry."

Zhang Rui was stunned, her dull head turned slowly, obviously feeling that what he said was inexplicable.

The next moment, she understood what Wen Zhanxing's "sorry" meant.

She didn't see Wen Zhanxing's movements clearly at all, she just felt a stagger under her feet, and Zhang Rui fell into the gap in the hollow of the low wall. It was cold and hard, and pain soon spread from the back of her head. , Immediately afterwards, Qingyang's scabbard pressed against her throat, pressing so tightly that she had to raise her head to catch her breath, feeling as if she was about to spit it out.

With the light behind him, Wen Zhanxing's expression was shrouded in a layer of gloom, and his right hand was slightly loosened, as if he had said something.

Zhang Rui struggled to breathe, the sun behind the clouds was still dazzlingly bright, she felt tears in her eyes, she closed her eyes, turned her sideways eyes to avoid the sun, put the mist back in her eyes properly, and her vision gradually faded Back to normal.

Then she gradually realized what Wen Zhanxing had just said.

Another "sorry".

Zhang Rui realized belatedly that she had slammed into the city wall, only noticing the severe pain and suffocation, but not noticing that the hosta she used to coil her hair was shaken off, and her seaweed-like black hair poured down , suspended in mid-air, the crystal-clear hosta slid along the smooth long hair, like a fish swimming, being wrapped in layers of silk and satin, falling down, and then staying at the end of the hair for a moment.

Wen Zhanxing wanted to reach out to catch the jade hairpin, but he was a step too late, and the jade hairpin still fell straight down.

After a while, Zhang Rui heard the sound of the hairpin falling to the ground, which was very crisp like the sound of insects.

It was probably broken into several pieces and couldn't be put back together.