After the abandoned white moonlight was reborn

From then on, Shen Chungui had more people around him, he actually felt that the boy was not a human being, his appearance was too full, and he was too cold, like a ghost in the deep mountains, turning into a demon in winter snow.

But he didn't mention anything.

The two went to Beijing together.

Shen Chungui was frail and poor, so he had no money to rent a carriage so he traveled on foot, eating and sleeping in the open, wearing the stars and the moon.The young man doesn't like to talk, and usually just follows him silently, he only knows that the young man's name is Xie Wushuang.

In the wilderness, the sparse stars are lonely.

Shen Chungui was wrapped in the thickest cotton coat and was still cold. He lit a fire, baked some dry food, and when he was eating pancakes, he suddenly remembered that Xie Wushuang didn't seem to be eating or drinking, so he turned on the kettle: "Xie Wushuang?"

No one answered, Xie Wushuang didn't like to talk to people, but he knew Xie Wushuang was there, "You really don't need to eat?"

There was a cool voice from the tree: "No need."

Shen Chungui has no father, no mother, no relatives and no friends.He always felt that this was fine until someone was with him—it turned out that no one likes to be alone, even if that person doesn't pay much attention to him.

After laughing a few times, he leaned against the tree and slowly closed his eyes: "Then... rest early."

too tired.

It's okay to go by land, but it's even more uncomfortable by water.

These are actually nothing, Shen Chungui looked at Xie Wushuang again: "Thanks for your hard work."

He doesn't know Xie Wushuang's origin, but he always has a strange sense of guilt. Such a person should be the bright moon above the fairyland, should not be contaminated with common customs, and should not be crowded with him in this small and damp cabin.

Xie Wushuang didn't care about these, her dark eyes were still indifferent.

Faint fishy smell.A group of people huddled together, the weather was hot, the stuffy people were sweating profusely, the smell was fermenting, Shen Chungui began to feel dizzy and nauseous, his face was pale, and he began to feel dizzy again.

The cabin shook, the person next to Xie Wushuang swayed several times, greasy sweat stains, dirty clothes corners, brushed against them several times, Shen Chungui finally couldn't help it, he got up, and grabbed Xie Wushuang's wrist: "I'm offended. "

The positions of the two were reversed.

Although Shen Chungui is weak, he is already a young man, he propped up his arms, and protected Xie Wushuang under his body, circling him vaguely.The dry lips on his pale face slightly curved, and he whispered: "It will be fine."

In the future...it will be fine.

Xie Wushuang glanced at Shen Chungui: "En."

It was the first time for Shen Chungui to be so close to Xie Wushuang.

The side of the young man was filled with a refreshing and cool feeling, a little fragrant, his head was dizzy, and he couldn't distinguish it, but he was very comfortable: "Wu Shuang." In the eyes of outsiders, this handsome, gentle, tall and straight young scholar like a green bamboo is talking to himself. "I will call you Wushuang from now on."

Before waiting for an answer, Shen Chungui closed his eyes, as if he was resting.

In fact, he didn't, he was just worried about being rejected.

After waiting for a while, there was no sound, the young man opened his eyes, the amber pupils were like melted syrup, gentle and sweet, with a light and elegant smile.

……

half year later.

A young man in a busy life came to Shangjing. He was dressed in plain clothes and had a handsome and gentle appearance.

He set up a stall, charged very expensive fees, and only counted three trigrams a day.

It has not opened for more than ten days in a row.

He is not in a hurry, soaking biscuits in hot water is just a meal, and in his free time he goes to the bookstore to copy books for money.

The owner of the bookstore admired Shen Chungui very much, and persuaded: "You are so young, what kind of fortune teller, I see that you are very knowledgeable, why don't you study hard, so that you can get a good reputation in the future."

Shen Chungui was wearing a green shirt, holding an oiled paper umbrella: "You are too famous, I am really not very knowledgeable, so I should stop making a fool of myself."

Boss Dong laughed: "You." As he said that, seeing Shen Chungui's shoulders and hair all wet, he looked out, "Why, is it raining heavily? I didn't hear the sound."

Xie Wushuang didn't listen to the greetings between Shen Chungui and Boss Dong, he went straight in to read a book.

Shen Chungui glanced at Xie Wushuang, and said with a smile: "Not much."

Without waiting for the boss to say, "I won't bother you anymore, you are busy, I'll go in."

"Is it raining?"

Boss Dong didn't believe it, and murmured, "It's not raining, so you're soaked."

The shop clerk ran in against the rain, and he was nervous: "I just met Mr. Shen outside. Mr. Shen seemed to be chatting and laughing with people all the way, and even turned his umbrella to one side..." Lowering his voice, he Pointing to his own brain, "Is there something wrong with him?"

Boss Dong was stunned, picked up a feather duster and hit it: "Go, go, you will know the nonsense every day, don't let me hear you talking nonsense here again."

After driving Xiao Er away, he stood in place, his face changed several times, "Maybe...maybe it's true."

It is rumored that there are strange people in the world.

Unpredictable.

Shen Chungui copied books in the attic, his handwriting was delicate and elegant, it belonged to fine picture books, and he made a lot of money.

Xie Wushuang was reading at the side, and Shen Chungui would take a look there after resting, soon.

He is Jiang Taigong fishing, and those who wish to take the bait.

Get fame?

Not to mention failing to pass the exam, even if it took five years to pass the provincial and county exams... all the way to the number one scholar, it will take several years before he can enter the cabinet, he doesn't want to wait.There is a more secure path.

Shen Chungui had long thought about it.

He worked tirelessly all the way, and chose to come here on foot, eating and sleeping in the open, just because he didn't want to be found out in the past, so that he could start over.

Boss Dong came up with a food box at night and put out good wine and food: "Mr. Shen, you are still busy."

Shen Chungui got up and looked surprised: "Why did you come up?"

"You're welcome, you're welcome."

Boss Dong laughed repeatedly, "I have something to ask sir."

Xie Wushuang flicked the book for a moment.

He looked at Shen Chungui, outside the window was the half-rolled setting sun, the remaining warmth was sprinkled on the window frame, the young man was smiling, gentle and polite, tall and handsome.This man is not in the pool.

I can bear it, and I am cruel enough to myself.

……

But two years.

Mr. Shen became famous in the Beijing circle.

In the suburbs, a house with two entrances and two exits has no sign or plaque, but a pair of couplets.

Indifferent to Mingzhi, quiet and far-reaching.

There are a few clusters of winter plums at the entrance, and there is a lot of light snow. The stove in the opposite hall is warming hot wine, steaming. There are three cushions next to the stove, and a note is placed on the main seat.

Uncle Gongsun was startled.

Zhong Ce, who was waiting beside him, didn't have so many scruples, and said with a smile: "It seems that Mr. Shen is counting on us to visit. How is it? Master, are you sure?"

Du Liang snorted: "Who knows if someone told this person surnamed Shen in advance."

Fortune tellers are liars.

He didn't know how many such liars he had exposed.

The imperial court was divided, and the five dragons seized the throne.

The eldest prince Gongsun Bo Zhong Ce supported: "You have wronged me. Who to bring and when to come, but our master decides. Let's go, Mr. Shen has prepared wine, go drink it at this time. Should be fine."

Du Liang: "Stop blowing it up."

Sasha's sound of stepping on the snow, seeing that Uncle Gongsun had strode forward, closed her mouth, stopped nagging, and followed.

Uncle Gongsun bent down to pick up the note, unfolded it and read: A certain person went fishing and came back late, warming the wine as compensation.

Look at those three cushions and three cups.

What Zhong Ce said was right, he decided to come here on a temporary basis, and this Mr. Shen should have two points of real ability.

Du Liang was still arguing: "If you can guess that we are coming, it's fine if you don't come out to meet us, why are you running away without a trace. This is disrespect!"

Zhong Mou poured wine for Uncle Gongsun and sighed, "Master, Du Liang can only be a soldier, not a general!"

It is hard to buy a good horse with a thousand dollars, and it is even more difficult to find talents.

Since Mr. Shen has prepared good wine, he has no intention of refusing, and he has also shown his ability, so it is time for them to show sincerity, "The original military rank is low, let's choose another one."

Uncle Gongsun picked up the glass, the wine was just hot, the taste was spicy, and the aftertaste was long: "Indeed."

Du Liang: "..."

He wanted to give Zhongmou two big-eared melon seeds.

On the cold river ten miles away.

Shen Chungui struggled to break through the ice.

He hung down the fishing rod: "The fish will come up to exhale. It's the best time to catch at this time. Winter carp is very fat. Let's go back and make soup."

Rolling up his long sleeves, he muttered, "It's a bit cold, are you cold... Wushuang?"

Xie Wushuang is looking at the snow, he really likes winter.

Hearing this, he didn't go to see Shen Chungui, nor did he return. The undulating ridges stretched in the distance, and the sky and the earth looked like an unfolding ink painting, majestic and majestic.

Shen Chungui followed Xie Wushuang's gaze and looked over.

After watching for a while, he exhaled a long breath, no longer anxious and worried: "...It's about to start."

The country is beautiful, and the heroes contend for hegemony.

He should have a world name, this is what he dreams of.

After catching three fat fish, the sky was dark.

Shen Chungui put on the bamboo hat and held the fish: "Go home."

A crowd of jackdaws startled in the forest, and the birds sang hoarsely.

Without looking back, Shen Chungui knew that Xie Wushuang had followed, the smile in his eyes deepened: "Drink the fish soup, warm your body."

Xie Wushuang doesn't like to eat, except fish.

There are two rows of footprints in the snow, one deep and one shallow, one in front and one behind.

Squeak, the door is pushed.

The young man took off his bamboo hat and hung the fishing rod on the door. Seeing that the three of them hadn't left yet, he greeted him, "Sit down for a while, I'll cook the fish."

After all, he went straight into the kitchen.

Du Liang's eyes widened: "That's it?"

He was dissatisfied, "Master, he never put you down!"

After waiting for such a long time, just entertain me?

Zhong Mou admired Shen Chungui very much, and didn't want him and Uncle Gongsun to have a rift before they got to know each other, so he deliberately said loudly: "Isn't that good? Mr. Shen treats us like old friends."

Uncle Gongsun was not angry, he glanced at Zhongmou, got up and said, "Let's go, help in the kitchen."

Thousands of dollars to buy horse bones.

If he wants to become a hero, he must have a precise and vicious vision and a courage that is different from ordinary people.

Zhongmou clapped his hands and smiled: "Master is more thoughtful."

Stewed tofu in fish soup.

The soup is milky white, with two handfuls of tender green vegetables.

There are also strong hand-rolled noodles, homely taste, but extremely fresh.

Zhongmou was more careful, seeing that Shen Chungui had filled out a portion first, he asked, "Is there anyone else coming?"

Shen Chungui smiled gently: "For old friends."

The smile in his eyes was much more real, not as unpredictable and drifting as before.

Holding his chopsticks, Zhong Mou echoed, "That must be a very good friend."

Shen Chungui glanced at the white corner of the robe outside the door: "En."

well.

He is the only one in the world who can see it.

Several people chatted very happily.

The following year, Shen Chun returned to his official position and gained a great reputation.

The son is as warm as jade, as sharp as cutting, as sharp as grinding.

When the flowers are drunk and the spring breeze is green again in Kyoto this year, there is a man in green clothes in the dreams of the boudoir girls in the city.

People at that time praised his character and demeanor, which made people overwhelmed.

When Shen Chungui got busy, he didn't go back to the suburbs very often. Occasionally he went back to say hello to Xie Wushuang in a hurry. Gradually, he somewhat forgot about this person.

Xie Wushuang was too quiet.

In the third year of Jinghe, Shen Chun returned to Beijing, and he thought at that time that he would be fine.

Not only for the sake of fame and fortune, but he was also very sincere at that time, and he couldn't bear the young man who glimpsed under the bridge hole to suffer with him and go down in front of others.

Beijing and 11 years.

As Shen Chungui grew older, he had a high position and authority and was well-known in the capital, but he gradually forgot about that person.

Hongxiu Building.

Several people are persuading people to drink, the red gauze tent is warm, and the wine makes people tired.

Shen Chungui drank too much, those people looked at each other, quietly retreated out, and then came in a beautiful woman with shy cheeks, delicate and charming.

Mr. Shen has no wife or concubine, not even a housemate.He has a gentle temperament, was born in a bright and beautiful state, and is a modest gentleman.

Those who admired him were the carp of the river, but he always confiscated and used them.

Seeing that Shen Chungui had reached his age, Uncle Gongsun made insinuations several times, and even sent a few people away, but Shen Chungui pushed them away.Ask him, Shen Chungui just said that it's not time yet.

Shen Chungui smelled a strong fragrance.

His lower abdomen was hot, and his forehead was sweating. He was a little drunk, and he took a while to grab the hand of the person who unbuttoned his clothes. His vision was a little blurred, and he only saw a white shirt.

This gentleman laughed, with black hair hanging down his shoulders, a faint light on the jade hairpin, gentle and affectionate eyebrows and eyes, faintly doting: "... Wushuang?"

The woman rolled her eyes.

She had never seen such a mood, even the woman in the dust still felt like a deer: "Lang, lord."

The female voice is gentle and charming.

Shen Chungui sobered up, he frowned, saw that it was a strange woman, and said gently: "Miss, go down first."

He was still smiling, but it felt different after all.

A little more indifference and alienation.

The woman only sang "One Sight, One Lifetime" before, and she knew that she might never have another chance if she retired, so she blessed herself: "I serve Mr. sincerely."

Although she is a woman among the willows, she blushed and said, "I am still clean."

Shen Chungui was frightened by his imagination.

Now that he has a splitting headache, he turned his head to the side, and the young man's brows and eyes are still gentle: "Girl."

He said, "I don't like laying hands on women."

"..."

The woman shivered due to the indescribable chill, but she still said stubbornly, "I'm sincere..." Shen Chungui gathered his clothes and walked out, with a straight and elegant back, her voice lowered, "Sir."

Shen Chungui is still a little slow to Qingyi.

It's not normal for him to have no one around him at his age. He used to think that he didn't like it... Leading the horse, he walked on the street. There was darkness in front of him and bright lights behind him.

So it's not that I don't like it, it's because I'm the wrong person... Do you like Wushuang?

One place is silvery white.

The bright moon is clear.

Shen Chungui smiled wryly: "Why bother."

Why should I like Xie Wushuang.

It's not because he's a ghost or something, it's because he hasn't been seen by that person for so many years.

There is a curfew in Beijing.

The officers and soldiers on patrol saw a man walking slowly leading a horse, and he was pulled back just as he was about to shout.

Ji Feng: "That's Mr. Shen."

"Mr. Shen?"

The officers and soldiers were solemnly silent, dozens of riders remained motionless until Shen Chungui had gone far away, and the leader said, "Continue to patrol, and don't let any suspicious person go."

Gongsun Bo was established as the crown prince, just like the sky.

Shen Chungui led the horse and walked for half the night.

When he came to the suburbs, looking at the long-closed door, he felt a little timid because of his closeness to his hometown.After hesitating for a long time, he went in anyway. The room was covered in dust, and it looked like no one had lived in it for a while.

His heart suddenly became empty, and he looked for it in a little panic.

how come?

Wushuang is also alone, and he is the only one who can see him. Where can he go?

If he left... Shen Chungui didn't dare to think about it.If Xie Wushuang left, he might not be able to find him. The initiative between the two of them was never in his hands.

Shen Chungui sat alone at the door, looking at the piercing sky.

Some dull thinking, how long has he not been back, half a year?It's been too long.

No one will wait for him, let alone Xie Wushuang.

Shen Chungui took sick leave, and he was on leave for half a month. He was already weak, and he didn't know if he had a cold or was overwhelmed with worry. He developed a low-grade fever, and he didn't recover for several days.

When Xie Wushuang came back, Shen Chungui was lying on the bed with a flushed face, sweating profusely.

He held the fish: "Shen Chungui?"

Shen Chungui thought it was a hallucination at first.

But he woke up quickly, sat up, and showed just the right surprise: "Wu Shuang?" After laughing twice, the young man said softly, "Where did you go?"

Shen Chungui is such a person, even if he likes someone, he will not show it.

He is always calm and calm.

It is better to love yourself than to love others.

With flushed face and shortness of breath, Shen Chungui still got up, and took the fish from Xie Wushuang's hand: "Is it still fish soup?"

Xie Wushuang knew it was almost done.

But it was almost there, before the time: "Yeah."

At this time, Shen Chungui might not be willing to give him the three copper coins, which belonged to Shen Chungui.

Shen Chungui carried the fish to the kitchen.

Xie Wushuang didn't say where he was going.

Shen Chungui didn't ask any more, except that he was really busy, he would usually come back and wash his hands to make soup himself.

Zhongmou teased Shen Chungui many times: "If you marry a wife, you must be afraid of guilt."

Shen Chungui was not annoyed: "I am just afraid of guilt."

Du Liang and Shen Chungui got acquainted, not only did not hate him, but also admired him very much: "Do you have a wife?" He said, "I have a daughter, she is beautiful, I promise to be your concubine."

Shen Chungui frowned: "No need."

Zhongmou laughed loudly: "That's right, Mr. Shen doesn't look down on your daughter."

When Shen Chungui saw that it was time, he went to the kitchen to cook.

Zhongmou was wandering around in the study, and suddenly caught a glimpse of a corner of a painting. He walked over, removed the old book, and slowly unfolded the painting.

It is a portrait.

The young man's brows and eyes are full of coldness, his face is like a bright moon, like frost and snow.

The plain robe is ethereal, and the divine light is endless, unlike ordinary people, who are shocked at first sight.

Du Liang leaned over to take a look, then gasped: "It's fake."

Zhong Mou put the painting back to its original place.

Although the goodness of Longyang is not mainstream, there are many. This portrait is full of love: "...Mr. Shen is very affectionate."

This should be Mr. Shen's favorite person.

It's just that this person has never appeared, and he should be gone.

A few days after Shen Chun returned, he found that the painting had been moved.

He was a little worried that the secret was pried away, but he didn't say anything, he just hid the painting deeper.

In the 13th year of Jinghe, Gongsun Bo ascended the throne and changed his name to Linqing.

Before ascending to the throne, he called everyone brothers and sisters, and promised to share wealth and honor in the future, but the emperor is an emperor after all, lonely and suspicious.

Linqing for 11 years.

Du Liang's only son hurt people with his horse. The emperor was furious, and he was thrown into the prison, where he was asked to be executed after autumn.

Du Liang went to intercede, knelt down for seven days, and when Uncle Gongsun disappeared, Du Liang cried loudly outside the door: "I don't ask you to share life and death as you promised, but how can you be so ruthless!"

After all, he vomited blood and died.

Du Liang knelt and died at Chang'an Gate.

When Shen Chungui found out, the tip of his pen trembled, and then he received Zhongmou's letter.

Weep blood every word.

"Gongsun is no longer the Gongsun of yesterday. A certain is a counselor, please resign to save your life and fortune... I am afraid that Brother Shen will be in trouble, so run away."

Shen Chungui made great efforts when Gongsun Bo came to the throne, he was able to pinch and count, and he had no hesitation.He was a capable minister when he was fighting the world, but now the world is peaceful, he is an unstable element.

The birds are exhausted, and the good bows are hidden.The cunning rabbit dies, the running dog cooks.

Shen Chungui burned the note.

They were on good terms at that time, as Uncle Gongsun was a prince, he would go into the kitchen to help him, he thought that Uncle Gongsun would be a wise master.

Uncle Gongsun also knew about Shen Chungui. On the same day, he sent troops to surround Shen's house and put Shen Chungui under house arrest.

His original intention was to kill Shen Chungui, but Shen Chungui had too many friends who were famous all over the world, and there was even a prostitute who would never marry for Shen Chungui's life to show his ambition by death, which suddenly pushed the public opinion to the top.

Gongsun Bo had no choice but to exile Shen Chungui and ordered him not to return to Beijing for the rest of his life.

Bitter cold on the frontier.

The soldiers guarding Shen Chungui were very strict and urged very hard. The journey was tiring, and Shen Chungui fell ill again.

Wearing a heavy cotton coat and cold shackles, he said to himself: "No one can bear me."

He is no longer young, and his temples are already gray with stars, but his character is still there, elegant and indifferent.

Xie Wushuang glanced at him, but said nothing.

After the boy grows up to look like a youth, he freezes, as if loved by time.

Shen Chungui said again: "... I will wrong you again."

Xie Wushuang felt that it was coming soon.

He rarely replied in a good mood: "No problem."

Shen Chungui smiled, his years had passed, but the love in his eyes was still gentle.

Shen Chungui stayed in the bitter cold for eight years.

The frontier is in turmoil, and the capital is in chaos.

Uncle Gongsun is seriously ill and is dying of old age.

He was lying on the dragon bed, terminally ill, so thin that only a handful of bones remained.

Zhong seeks to see you.

Maybe he was about to die, but Gongsun Bo suddenly remembered the time when he was young, when the veterans who followed him were killed, those who were demoted were demoted, and only Zhongmou was left.

He let Zhongmou in.

Zhong Mou held Uncle Gongsun's hand and wept: "Your Majesty, you are getting old."

Uncle Gongsun has been aging very much in recent years, looking at Zhongmou who is still elegant, he is also sad from his heart, but before he can answer, Zhongmou said again, "Do you know why you are aging so fast? It is your most beloved little boy." The medicine my son gave me."

Seeing Uncle Gongsun's eyes widen suddenly and his breathing short of breath, "He's coming back. You guessed it right."

Uncle Gongsun suddenly stood up, and tightly strangled Zhongmou's neck.

Zhongmou continued to cry and said: "You and I, the friendship we formed when we were young...why did it end here?"

Uncle Gongsun's life had come to an end, some light suddenly lit up in his eyes, but his body lay down weakly: "Ho... ho ho."

I remembered.

His name is Uncle Gongsun, but not Uncle Gongsun.He went to the secret realm to snatch the spring of crossing life, and entered the illusion of seven sufferings.

In this life, no relatives, no friends.

All my life alone.

Hey……

Uncle Gongsun passed away.

……

After eight years, Shen Chungui came back again.

Just like back then, he was a poor scholar, with nothing to worry about and nothing to own.

The capital is still the capital of that year.

An old man carrying a load and peddling passed by: "Osmanthus candy, delicious osmanthus candy."

The voices were full of people, and it was very lively.

Shen Chungui coughed a few times: "Wushuang."

He looked sideways and said softly, "Is there anything you want?"

This time he returned to Beijing secretly, the world is at his fingertips, he can make Wushuang live well.

Xie Wushuang did not ignore Shen Chungui this time.

He said, "Osmanthus candy."

Shen Chungui was stunned for a while, he looked at the old man who was gradually walking away with his load, ran over and asked, "How do you sell sweet-scented osmanthus candy?"

"Three coins a piece." The old man enthusiastically sold it, "Try it, it's very sweet."

Shen Chungui touched his pocket.

He looked at Xie Wushuang again, the man was standing there, also looking at him.

Shen Chungui took out three copper plates, counted and counted, "123...123..."

The old man waited for a while, a little impatiently: "It's only three copper coins, you counted it right, should you buy it or not?"

That's right.

Just three.

He shouldn't have bought it for Wushuang, but this was the first time Wushuang asked him for something, and it should also be the last time.

Shen Chungui handed over the money gently: "Buy."

Shen Chungui ran back with the paper bag, and he handed it over: "Osmanthus candy."

Xie Wushuang appeared on the street.

Black-haired and snow-robed, his appearance is dusty, and his muscles are like a cold moon.

When the wind blows, the clothes move, as if they were exiled immortals.

Xie Wushuang didn't answer, Shen Chungui withdrew his hand: "Are you leaving?"

He has always believed that there is no such thing as a free pie in the sky, how could he get three such miraculous copper coins out of thin air, this should be the test of the old god, to achieve hegemony...or to achieve Wushuang, "Then... goodbye."

"I won't be here in the future, remember to take good care of yourself..." There was no one on the street, and Shen Chungui was still rambling, "You have to like people who like you, otherwise...cough cough cough."

He coughed so badly, his palms were a little wet, and he turned red, "Otherwise, it's too bitter."

Shen Chungui is so smart.

He probably knows what Xie Wushuang is following him.

After all, he has nothing to draw.

……

In his life, he was young and hard, young and proud, and middle-aged and wandering.

Through prosperity, but also through misery.

Shen Chungui died of illness in the winter of the following year.

His health has long been poor, and death of illness seems to be a matter of course.

It's just that there is one person who is still worried about before he dies.

I don't know if he's doing well or not.

The young man who was shocked at the first sight under the bridge hole and accompanied him for half his life.

——May I be safe.

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