Master, he never speaks

Shen Qianche: "You can't cry, you can't cry, how can a man cry!"

Shen Qianche raised his hand and wiped his eyes with his bandage-wrapped wrist, but because of too much strength, the cut wound on his wrist started to ooze blood again, staining the end of his eyes.

Shen Qianche: "It doesn't hurt at all."

Shen Qianche laughed, because he insisted on not wanting to use the medicine, the wide open wound on his wrist has never healed, it is an injury that ordinary bandages can't stop at all.

Shen Qianche: "Go and make a pot of tea first, brother will be here later."

Shen Qianche raised her sleeve and wiped the blood from the corner of her eyes.

The blood that flowed from his wrist fell on a dead branch along his fingertips. The dead branch instantly came back to life, the spiritual energy was revived, and brilliant peach blossoms bloomed on it.

Shen Qianche: "What tea should I make for my brother today? Just make the tea that Master gave me last time."

There was no abnormality on Shen Qianche's face. If it weren't for the fact that his hands were still trembling so badly, ordinary people would not be able to see what kind of pain he was hiding right now, so that he could pick up the extremely heavy teapot made of blue pool stone.

The sky gradually darkened, and the sky on the side of the Jiange was always blue. Looking at it in the evening, it looked like a painting scroll smudged by ink and wash. It was a cool and quaint color.

Shen Qianche made the tea first, and then went to the Lingquan Waterfall to wash his wrist, and put on a new, clean bandage, wrapping it tightly round and round.

Shen Qianche's small courtyard is not disturbed by anyone on weekdays. One is because his residence is within the jurisdiction of the Jiange, and no one dares to step into the jurisdiction of the Jiange at will, and the other is because the place he chose is too remote. Besides, the spiritual power contained in the leylines is not the strongest.

It was only because this place was the most suitable for planting peach trees that Shen Qianche decided to live on this small hill.

Shen Qianche returned to the largest peach blossom tree in the yard, and there was a pot of high-quality tea that had already been brewed beside him. He leaned his back on the trunk of the peach blossom tree, and couldn't help but think back to his childhood .

How good Shen Xiangchu was to him at that time, how much Shen Xiangchu now hates him.

Shen Qianche: "Obviously I didn't do those things, brother, why don't you believe me."

Shen Qianche didn't know anything about the case of Shen's extermination of the family. That night the clouds were gradually blackened, and the sound of dragons could be faintly heard. The thick purple lightning flashed back and forth in the clouds, and the sound of thunder was particularly loud. , Such a scene is shocking and terrifying.

Shen Qianche: "There was a flash of thunder at that time, and I don't know anything about the rest."

And when Shen Qianche woke up again, the souls of the 3000 people in the Shen family were torn to pieces in this huge and terrifying thunder calamity, and the ground was covered with broken limbs and corpses. Mottled blood stains were left behind, staining the dilapidated gate of the Shen family red.

Because Shen Xiangchu heard that Shen Qianche wanted to eat peach blossom cakes from Taohuazhuang, he went out one day in advance to buy peach blossom cakes for Shen Qianche, thus avoiding the end of death.

When he returned to the Shen family again, the Shen family, which ranked first among the five great aristocratic families, was wiped out just like that. Except for Shen Qianche, no one was left alive.

Shen Qianche: "How could I exchange the lives of 3000 members of the Shen family for my current roots and blood?"

Even Zhu Jixiu was unwilling to believe something, but Shen Xiangchu believed it.

He hated Shen Qianche, hated Shen Qianche, hated Shen Qianche, and wished that Shen Qianche had starved to death on the street.

Shen Qianche: "Brother, why are you unwilling to believe me..."

Shen Qianche closed his eyes to hide the bitter emotions in his eyes. He tightly hugged the little mahogany sword Shen Xiangchu made for him when he was a child, as if hugging his last life-saving straw, hiding his heart wounds and pains.

The sun is gradually setting, and the moon is slowly climbing up. There are no stars tonight. They are all shyly hiding behind the black night, looking at the ground quietly, as if they are witnessing an encounter and relationship that will never be explained clearly. fate.

When the pot of high-quality tea was completely cool, Shen Xiangchu finally came.

Shen Qianche, who was leaning on the tree trunk, opened her eyes, tilted her head to look at Shen Xiangchu, subconsciously showed a bright smile, and called out sweetly:

Shen Qianche: "Brother."

Shen Xiangchu didn't look at him, but turned his head to one side indifferently, took out a small knife from his sleeve, and said to Shen Qianche bluntly:

Shen Xiangchu: "I'm not your brother."

Shen Qianche smiled wryly, and he silently pulled up the overlong sleeves, his arms were wrapped with a thick layer of bandages, some wounds were still bleeding out continuously, spots of scarlet blood came from the white Protruding from the bandage, it looked like bright red plum blossoms falling to the ground in the heavy snow.

Shen Qianche: "As long as brother wants, I will give it to you."

Hearing this, Shen Xiangchu's hand holding the boning knife paused for a moment, his hand hidden under his robe was trembling slightly, his heart felt like it had been pricked by a small thorn, densely packed with pain.

But in the end, the hatred in his heart overwhelmed the pain, he raised his hand, and untied the bandages on Shen Qianche's arm layer by layer, and the blood-stained bandage fell to the ground, like a coiled snake.

When all the bandages were untied, the wounds on Shen Qianche's arms were clearly exposed. These wounds were all scraped out with a boning knife, so the incision was very large, and the wound turned ferociously outwards, revealing the inside flesh and blood.

Shen Qianche: "Brother, where are you cutting today?"

There is no place to cut on the wrist, there are densely packed wounds, if you cut again, you can only use the boning knife in your hand to injure the wound a second time, so that the blood will flow out.

Shen Xiangchu's eyes flickered, he stared at the two scarred arms in front of him, his expression was a little dazed, and he couldn't hold the knife steadily in his hand.

Every scar on it was cut out by him.

Shen Xiangchu: "Obviously he hates Shen Qianche..."

But he was not willing to give up, his heart was aching, but in the pain was the joy of successful revenge, wanting to laugh but somehow wanting to cry.

Shen Xiangchu: "Shen Qianche, if you don't want to now, I don't have to do it."

Shen Qianche: "I'm fine, I'm really fine, brother, you can do it."

Shen Qianche was still smiling at Shen Xiangchu, the bright smile on his face was in stark contrast to the hideous wound on his wrist, making it extremely dazzling.

Shen Xiangchu took a deep breath, and finally he raised the boning knife in his hand, and cruelly cut Shen Qianche's scarred arm.

Thick blood fell to the ground along the wound.

One drop, two drops, three drops...

Shen Qianche: "Well..."

Shen Qianche couldn't hold back, and snorted in pain, but his eyes were still fixed on Shen Xiangchu, and he said word by word:

Shen Qianche: "I said before, as long as my brother wants, I will give it."

But... but ah...

Shen Qianche's eyes were hot, he raised his hand, touched Shen Xiangchu's cheek with his fingertips humbly and cautiously, and said softly:

Shen Qianche: "But, when my brother asked me for blood...but he never asked me if it hurt..."