Looking to the Thirteen Rivers

The wind that infiltrated from nowhere disturbed the candlelight, the shadows in the room swayed, and the black bamboo on the screen cast down, lingering wantonly on the overlapping two people, and finally slowly returned to silence.

Wen Chaoyu lay with her eyes closed, and she didn't open them for a long time. Her black hair was scattered all over the floor, like ink that had been knocked over, making her already pale face even more bloodless.

Ji Wanshu has been waiting for her, waiting for her to tell the experience of those five years, but Wen Chaoyu never said a word until the residual temperature in the small stove was completely wiped out.

While waiting, Ji Wanshu's heart slowly cooled down along with the stove.

She looked at Wen Zhaoyu's face so close, her voice suddenly became hoarse.

"It's really hard to hear you tell the truth."

The moment Wen Chaoyu heard this, she felt as if she was being tormented by a pan of oil. She opened her eyes with trembling eyelashes, and looked at Ji Wanshu's eyes that were covered with mist at some point, unable to speak in a daze. Come on.

"I used to think that Ziwei was important to you," Ji Wanshu said sadly, "Now it seems that you really can't let go of Nangongmin, right?"

Wen Chaoyu said: "I..."

"Now that I have captured Xue Tan, I won't just ask half of what he said," Ji Wanshu said, "He has already told me everything I want to know, but I still want to hear it from you, so I just came to ask you, and you really didn't disappoint me, after all these years, you still only run away and keep silent."

Wen Zhaoyu was speechless by what she said, so he could only clenched his palms secretly.

"You and I know what kind of person Nangong Min is." The tears in Ji Wanshu's eyes flickered on the edge of his eyelashes, but they stubbornly did not fall. "Even if she hurt you, she still saved you." She has passed you, and made many puzzling concessions for you. She has given you many privileges, and also given you many things that others cannot get, and even protected you absurdly in some respects. You, I don't understand why this is, and I don't understand why you are."

Wen Zhaoyu's expression was briefly confused, she recalled Ji Wanshu's words, and after a while said: "What do you mean...?"

Ji Wanshu raised her head, as if she wanted to force back those tears, maybe she felt that her appearance was a bit ridiculous, so she just laughed and said in the usual tone: "What else can it mean, she attaches great importance to you, you I also attach great importance to her, no matter what happened between you, but you can't do without each other, can't you?"

Hearing the meaning of her words clearly, Wen Chaoyu said in disbelief: "You think Nangongmin and I..."

She didn't finish the rest of the sentence, but both of them knew exactly what was left.

"Isn't it?" Ji Wanshu was still smiling, "Besides this, I can't think of any other reason."

Wen Chaoyu had mixed feelings, and said with a complicated expression: "You are wrong, the relationship between me and Nangong Min is not what you think."

Ji Wanshu said, "What is that?"

Wen Zhaoyu also couldn't give a definite answer to this question.

Because even she herself has a hard time describing what the relationship between her and Nangong Min is.

Ji Wanshu's previous analysis was correct, Nangong Min did treat her differently, and because of this uniqueness, Wen Chaoyu also suffered a lot of jealousy and exclusion in Ziwei Sect, she used to treat Nangong Min differently to her, As a means of Nangong Min, she wanted Wen Chaoyu to be envied by the followers, so as to motivate them to fight for power and profit, and work harder for the Ziwei Sect.

No one would treat a chess piece like this, it really surpassed the treatment that a chess piece should be treated, but no one in this world could tell what Nangong Min was thinking.

So Wen Chaoyu could only answer Ji Wanshu in this way: "She doesn't like me," and then said, "If you look at it, you have already done it, there is no need to torment me like this."

Ji Wanshu observed her expression, as if to confirm whether she was lying, and finally said: "What about you?"

Wen Chaoyu said with horror: "Don't ask, who is so reckless and dares to be interested in Nangong Min?"

Ji Wanshu said: "Then why don't you leave her?"

"It's not that I don't want to," Wen Chaoyu said, "She saved my life. Without her, I wouldn't be where I am today. To live, one must know how to repay her kindness."

"Then what am I?" Ji Wanshu asked, "Is it important to you to have me or not?"

Wen Chaoyu sighed: "Wanshu..."

"I want to know," Ji Wanshu looked at her stubbornly, "Am I important to you?"

The feeling of being tormented by the frying pan hit her again, and the undulating arc of Wen Zhaoyu's chest widened a bit. She looked at Ji Wanshu and said as naturally as possible after a moment of silence: "I have explained to you countless times, The master is fake, and the apprentice is also fake. Besides, you have never really regarded me as a master. In fact, I don’t understand what kind of thoughts make you chase me for more than ten years without giving up. If you are Because I have a grudge and feel that I have lied to you, then I also said that you can vent your anger on me as you like, beat me, scold me, or even kill me, as long as you stop pestering me, what will I do? Everything depends on you."

The moment her voice fell, the candle behind the screen finally burned out the last bit of grease, and the room fell silently into darkness.

Fortunately, there are still a few swaying paper lanterns hanging in the porch, but the night is so deep that the shallow light can't illuminate the place, so the figures of the two can only be vaguely drawn into a blurred silhouette, like A gust of wind blows them away.

After a long time, Ji Wanshu's sad laughter resounded in the darkness.

"Thoughts..." she murmured in a low voice, gently stroking Wen Zhaoyu's face with her palm, "Are you really not aware of what I'm thinking at all?"

Her hands were trembling slightly, and the tears that had dissipated gathered again unconsciously, Wen Zhaoyu couldn't see Ji Wanshu's face clearly, she just felt a few drops of cold liquid on her cheeks.

Wen Chaoyu's heart sank suddenly.

Having known each other for many years, she has never seen Ji Wanshu cry, even though she can't see it clearly now, the touch of those tears dripping on her face is real.

Hearing Ji Wanshu's words, Wen Zhaoyu didn't know whether to be shocked or happy. She froze on the spot fiercely, and a flash flashed in her mind. Countless screens have passed.

In those long-standing memories, Ji Wanshu chased her and stared at her. She was always bored and didn't speak. Even if she spoke, she was angry. The expressions in her eyes were complicated. She didn't smile sincerely for a long time. However, there was also the sword she struck towards him, which was swift and powerful, but without the slightest murderous aura.

idea……

What kind of thought?

Didn't she notice?No... no.In fact, she had already noticed it a long time ago, but she couldn't believe it, or rather, she didn't want to believe it.

A lock of long hair poured down the side of the cheek, completely blocking the light outside the window, the person above seemed to lower his head, Wen Zhaoyu's heartbeat accelerated violently when he saw Ji Wanshu's approaching eyebrows.

The next moment, there was a soft touch on her lips, and a warm temperature. Wen Zhaoyu's breath stagnated, and her eyes widened subconsciously, but Ji Wanshu raised a hand to cover her eyes, and put She was imprisoned in total darkness.

More tears dripped down, and then slid down the cheeks to the neck, leaving a series of hot marks, which seemed indelible at this moment, deeply imprinted in the skin.

"I hate you so much..." Ji Wanshu bit her so hard, "Wen Chaoyu, I hate you so much..."

A pain that could not be ignored spread from his lips, but that pain was not one-tenth of the pain in his heart.

Wen Chaoyu lost her soul, she lay down exhausted, enduring everything about Ji Wanshu, those intermittent words were like several thunderclaps blasting in her ears, a noisy and chaotic humming sounded in her mind, shaking her The remaining thoughts twisted into a mess.

The night enveloped the two entangled people very deeply. They were so close, but it seemed that there was a long gap between them. Only the more obvious pain was weakly pulling the distance, and stubbornly stuck the two of them together. together.

Wen Chaoyu raised her hand countless times, and then put it down dejectedly, she felt Ji Wanshu's catharsis and unconcealable jerky, she wanted to push him away, but she couldn't bear to push him away.She thought desperately, if she really pushed it away, she would never be able to come back.

But if she can't come back, isn't that what she wants?

Wen Chaoyu struggled, entangled in pain, torturing herself repeatedly between pushing away and not pushing away, she felt pain, but at the same time indulged in this pain.

She deserves it.

The cold wind swept across the world, bringing boundless desolation, but the two people who were next to each other snuggled together gave off a fiery body temperature. Gradually, the pain on the lips was no longer so strong, and it was replaced by Ji Wanshushao Some are gentle.

She restrained all the anger and hatred just now, and buried her tenderness in the deepest part of her heart to prevent anyone from peeping out. She was cautious, with a little fear and temptation, and she was also a little scared, afraid of being pushed away, So she restrained herself again, tried her best not to let herself lose control, and maintained what little reason she had left.

The kiss became delicate, overflowing with tenderness during the slow kiss, Wen Zhaoyu unconsciously wet her eyes, her gloomy heart was a little lightened by Ji Wanshu's tenderness at this moment.

The light prompted her to raise her arms, and in the end she hugged the person leaning over her. Wen Zhaoyu slowly closed her eyes, giving her response for the first time in this long process.

Lips and teeth are attached to each other, the breath that belongs to each other is mixed together, the two hug each other tightly, neither speaks nor does any superfluous actions, just intoxicated, kissing, almost eagerly asking for it.

At this moment, those unspeakable love and hate are all left behind, all the pursuit and retreat are no longer there, there are only the present, and only the other party within reach, even if this night will eventually usher in love. When the sun is bright, but at least at this moment, they truly have each other.

I don't know how long it took before the two lips that were close to each other parted unsatisfactorily. Under the twilight, the two people stared deeply at each other, each suppressing uncontrollable gasps under the other's emotional gaze.

Her breathing was intertwined, her hair was all tangled together, Ji Wanshu's eyelashes were still wet, and there were flashes of crystal tears, she looked down at Wen Zhaoyu, and it took a long time before she said, "Is it a charity?"

Wen Chaoyu's deep eyebrows and eyes became deeper after the kiss, and she was still hugging Ji Wanshu. Even though she couldn't see clearly, her red and swollen lips were still so clear in Ji Wanshu's eyes.

Wen Chaoyu looked up at her, and said in a flustered breath, "If I say no, would you believe me?"

Ji Wan was silent for a moment, and then replied, "I believe it, even if it's a lie."

Wen Chaoyu twitched the corners of her mouth and smiled bitterly. She was about to tell Ji Wanshu that this was not a lie, but Ji Wanshu let her go without warning and stood up.

"Who told you that someone is going to attack Yin Qiu?" Ji Wanshu asked suddenly.

Wen Chaoyu froze for a moment, hesitated for a moment: "It's a flute player."

Ji Wanshu said, "What's your name?"

Wen Chaoyu lay still and shook his head when he heard the words: "I can't tell you that."

"why?"

"If I say so, you will be in danger."

"I'm not who I was five years ago, no one can hurt me."

"Two different things," Wen Chaoyu closed his eyes, "Even a person like Man Jiangxue can't guard against plotting against others, let alone you?"

Ji Wanshu was silent for a moment, then asked again: "Is it true that I can't leave the Ziwei sect?"

Wen Chaoyu looked at her: "Can you leave Yunhua Palace again?"

Ji Wanshu fell silent.

After a while, she said softly, "I can't."

Wen Chaoyu sighed: "Wanshu..."

Ji Wanshu stared at her silently, her eyes were still red after the tears dried up, she stood for a moment, then walked to the door and pushed the door open.

"You go."

The curtain blocked the view, and Wen Zhaoyu couldn't see her.

Ji Wanshu turned her head, but she couldn't see Wen Chaoyu anymore. She clutched her sleeves and said with difficulty: "From now on, I won't chase you relentlessly. You have your choice, and you have your future." I have to do what I have done, and so do I. In the past few years, I put all my thoughts on you and forgot who I am, but you just reminded me that I am the chief disciple of Yunhua Palace. Will leave Yunhua Palace, I will let you go, let you do what you want to do, and let me let myself go to do what I should do."

Wen Chaoyu looked up at the beams of the room, where there were Ji Wanshu's shadows.

"I thought I would be able to defeat Nangong Min and drag you to me after five years of hard work in retreat," Ji Wanshu said calmly, "but now I realize that it is not her who is standing between us, but Unchangeable positions, we are doomed to stand on opposite sides, and we are doomed to have no good results. In this case, let’s let go in time and go in opposite directions. Even though I have been on this road for more than ten years, It’s not too late for me to understand now.”

The already blurred vision became hazy again, Wen Chaoyu listened quietly, with a gratified expression on her face, she choked up and said, "You have grown up."

Ji Wanshu smiled knowingly in a corner she couldn't see, and said, "Five years is enough for me to grow up."

Wen Chaoyu raised his arm and wiped his eyes, stood up gropingly, and asked in a daze, "Then how have you been these five years?"

Ji Wanshu looked at her fluttering skirt, and said softly, "Except when I think of you, the rest of the time is fine."

Wen Chaoyu's eyes darkened, he supported the dressing table to stand firm, and said, "Then when will you think of me?"

Ji Wanshu said, "When I'm awake," she paused and said, "Fortunately, I never dream."

Tears welled up and dripped down silently, Wen Zhaoyu bit his lips tightly, pinching the corner of the table and shaking it.

Ji Wanshu didn't speak anymore, she fell into a long silence again, Wen Zhaoyu stood in the silence, waiting, she thought Ji Wanshu would say something to her again, but after a long time, Ji Wanshu's voice Neither sounded again.

The outer robe was still draped over his shoulders, and it smelled like Ji Wanshu. Wen Chaoyu suddenly came to his senses in the long silence, opened the curtain and ran outside.

The door was empty, and Ji Wanshu was no longer there.

Wen Zhaoyu was stunned in place, and after a long time, she took off the robe on her shoulders, held it in her hands, and buried her face in it.