Master, he never speaks

In fact, even Shen Xiangchu himself didn't know what he had to say to Shen Qianche. When Shen Qianche returned the little wooden sword to him, there was nothing to talk about between him and Shen Qianche.

After finishing speaking, Shen Xiangchu regretted a little. He was hotheaded at the time. Looking at the back of Shen Qianche who was about to leave, he panicked, his mouth moved faster than his brain, and he just said that sentence.

Shen Xiangchu: "It doesn't matter if you don't want to come, just pretend you didn't hear what I just said."

Zhu Jixiu also heard what Shen Xiangchu said just now, he turned his head to look at Shen Qianche, raised his hand and grabbed Shen Qianche's sleeve, and said in a low voice:

Zhu Jixiu: "So, what is your choice?"

Shen Qianche lowered his head, his expression was hidden under the black hair on his forehead, he was silent for a while, and finally chose to turn around, turning his head and smiling apologetically at Zhu Jixiu:

Shen Qianche: "I'm sorry, junior brother, you should go back first."

Hearing this, Zhu Jixiu stared at Shen Qianche for a while, some undetectable emotions flashed in his dark red eyes, and finally Zhu Jixiu turned his head and left, probably because Shen Qianche It's time to get angry.

Shen Qianche turned around again, staring at Shen Xiangchu's back, a trace of bitterness flashed in his eyes, he opened his mouth to say something, but in the end he couldn't say anything, just walked silently to the open space not far from Shen Xiangchu , said softly:

Shen Qianche: "Brother, what do you want to tell me..."

Shen Xiangchu himself didn't know what he wanted to say to Shen Qianche, but the moment he saw Shen Qianche was about to leave, he subconsciously called Shen Qianche's name and kept him there.

Liuyun Hall was about to start class soon, Yu Jianfei flew over several disciples not far away, after they saw Shen Xiangchu and Shen Qianche, they all chose to take a detour, for fear that the two would have a conflict that would affect the to myself.

Sensing the sight of others, Shen Xiangchu involuntarily tightened his jaw line. He turned around and walked towards the quiet pavilion on the other side, and said:

Shen Xiangchu: "There are many people here, let's talk over there."

Shen Qianche: "...um."

Shen Qianche lowered his head, followed behind Shen Xiangchu, and walked towards the pavilion over there. As the two of them got closer, the surrounding voices gradually quieted down, and Shen Xiangchu stopped in his tracks.

Shen Qianche also stopped.

The weather, which was originally quite clear, is now gradually getting darker. The dark clouds swallow up the white clouds little by little. Such a thick layer of dark clouds seems to swallow up the entire sky, descending darkly Pressure, giving people a strong sense of oppression.

Shen Xiangchu's heart also became dull along with the slowly darkening clouds, the two of them were silent for a while, and finally Shen Xiangchu couldn't help it anymore, he asked slowly:

Shen Xiangchu: "Why did you return the little wooden sword?"

Shen Qianche was stunned for a moment. He didn't expect that Shen Xiangchu would care about this issue. After all, the day he went to return the sword, he stood in front of the door and heard everything Shen Xiangchu said clearly, so it was rare for Shen Qianche to be stubborn:

Shen Qianche: "What does this have to do with brother?"

Hearing this, Shen Xiangchu doubted his ears a little. He never thought that Shen Qianche would have a day of rebelling against him. Coupled with Shen Qianche's attitude of turning a blind eye to him these days, the anger in Shen Xiangchu's heart surged up in an instant.

Shen Xiangchu: "What does it have to do with me?"

Shen Xiangchu turned around suddenly, stared at Shen Qianche, and said word by word:

Shen Xiangchu: "Why doesn't it have anything to do with me? I made this for you with my own hands, so why doesn't it have anything to do with me!"

Shen Qianche didn't speak, she pursed her mouth into a straight line, turned her head to the side, as if refusing to chat.

His appearance fell into Shen Xiangchu's eyes, and directly poured Shen Xiangchu's anger even greater. Shen Xiangchu took two steps forward in big strides, and instantly shortened the distance between Shen Qianche and said angrily:

Shen Xiangchu: "Shen Qianche, have you forgotten who brought you back to the Shen family?"

Shen Xiangchu: "I really regret taking you back to Shen's house, do you understand? Without you, I now have brothers and sisters, parents and family!"

Shen Xiangchu: "Who would be an orphan like you!"

orphan.

These two deeply hurt Shen Qianche's heart.

It turned out... In Shen Xiangchu's eyes, he was just an orphan, a wandering soul without a home.

Shen Qianche's eyes turned red bit by bit, the white clouds in the sky were completely covered by dark clouds, and the wind blowing over was carrying moist moisture, blowing across people's faces, making people want to cry.

A drop of rain fell from the sky and landed on Shen Qianche's eyelids.

This drop of rain was like turning on a magic switch, making Shen Qianche's grievances, anger, jealousy, resentment and other negative emotions accumulated for so many years burst out.

He took a step forward and grabbed Shen Xiangchu's collar. He was half a head taller than Shen Xiangchu, looked down at Shen Xiangchu, with deep sadness and anger in his eyes, and roared:

Shen Qianche: "Is it my fault!"

Shen Qianche: "Is this my fault!"

Shen Qianche: "Why are you unwilling to believe what others are willing to believe? Why! Tell me, why?!"

Shen Qianche: "Why have you pushed all my mistakes away from me all these years!"

Tears appeared in Shen Qianche's eyes, he clenched his teeth stubbornly, the veins on his neck and forehead burst, and he looked at Shen Xiangchu in pain.

Shen Qianche squeezed Shen Xiangchu's hand, and pressed his hand on the position of his heart, his voice was choked up, tears flowed from the corner of his eyes, and he said word by word:

Shen Qianche: "Brother, have you ever considered whether my heart has been pierced by you? It hurts so much...I really hurts so much..."

Shen Xiangchu: "..."

Shen Qianche: "You once said that I will be a medicine cultivator, and you will be a sword cultivator. You will protect me for the rest of my life. You will not make me hurt, let alone shed a tear."

Hearing this, Shen Xiangchu's eye sockets gradually turned red, and the hand held by Shen Qianche trembled slightly.

In the thick clouds in the sky, a purple thunderbolt flashed, and the raindrops fell down densely, the skirts of both of them were soaked, Shen Qianche pressed Shen Xiangchu's hand to the end of his eyes.

It's so hot there, it's a place where people break down emotionally.

Shen Xiangchu subconsciously wanted to withdraw his hand, but Shen Qianche firmly controlled it.

Shen Qianche: "How lucky I was to meet you..."

A drop of hot tears mixed with rainwater wet Shen Xiangchu's fingertips.

Shen Qianche: "The one who makes me laugh is you."

Shen Qianche: "The person who makes me the happiest is you."

Shen Qianche: "The person who treats me best is you."

Shen Qianche: "But..."

Shen Qianche: "Shen Xiangchu, but..."

Shen Qianche: "The one who made me cry is you."

Shen Qianche: "The person who makes me saddest is you."

Shen Qianche: "The person who treats me the worst is you."

Shen Qianche closed his eyes, rubbed his cheek against Shen Xiangchu's icy palm, and said softly:

Shen Qianche: "...you are the one who hurt me the most."