The blackened male protagonist of fast wear, please let go

Yan Xiao remembered something from a long, long time ago, so long that he was not yet the national teacher of this country, so long that he had not yet shouldered the responsibilities and burdens of this country, so long that he thought he could protect his lover by himself .

At that time, the national teacher of this country was his father, and his father's heart was filled with the people of this country, so his family was far behind him.

When he was young, whenever he looked up, he would always see that gentle and beautiful woman, his mother, frowning, her eyes always looking far, far away.

He knew that his mother was missing his father, but the so-called father never came to see him. In the end, his mother was depressed and died in that lonely hut, but his father still did not come.

Yan Xiao didn't resent his father, just like his mother didn't care about him, he didn't care, there was nothing for him to care about.

It's just that when there is no one around, he also wonders, does that man know, does he know that there is a woman who has been waiting for him all his life far away, from full of hope to full of despair, from full of black hair to two Her temples are grizzled and white, waiting for her green years, exhausting her youthful years.

He thought, love is really unreliable, it's really poison, and those infected will suffer for a lifetime. Aren't his parents the best example? It's good to have a cold heart.

That's why he's cold-hearted, and that's why he's heartless, but all of this can't escape the teasing of fate.He really fell in love with someone, and willingly drank the poison called love.

The young man named Qingmo amazed him in his young age.He didn't know why he fell in love with him, maybe it was because the smile on the corner of his mouth was too gentle, maybe it was because the eyes he looked at him were full of affection that he didn't even think of, maybe it was because he was sitting on the tree The sound of the flute played on the tree entered my heart leisurely. Who can say clearly about love.

At that time, he was young and frivolous, and only thought that he could protect that gentle boy with his own strength.He is greedy for the tenderness of that boy, the temperature of the fingers holding makes his heart move, and he promises to treat him well for the rest of his life.

Until his father came back, all these dream-like days were like a shattered mirror that could never come back together.His father is old, and the responsibility of this country needs a younger shoulder to bear, so he thought of his son.

The national teacher of a country needs to take care of his people, not a man.The man he called his father imprisoned him forcefully and took Qing Mo away.

When he rushed out of his father's formation covered in bruises, he saw his Ah Mo, the gentle young man who had amazed his time and years, lying on the ground covered in blood.

The young man who would call his name tenderly closed his eyes and his face was pale. He called Ah Mo's name, but no one answered.

he died.

In this gorgeous palace, there are only him and his young man who loves with his life, and of course, his cruel father.

"You need to bear the responsibility of this country. You shouldn't have such fetters. This is a bad result." He looked at himself on the ground, his eyes were cold and pitiful, without any father's love.

He stood up, smiled and said to his father, "Okay." He carefully packed up his favorite boy, put him in the huge ice cellar, and held the jade flute tightly, with gentle eyes , "Ah Mo, wait for me."

He practiced astrology painstakingly, walked through the icy snow-capped mountains, the rainy Jiangnan, and the small island full of peach blossoms, but he never found the lovesickness tear he was looking for.

His father was killed by him in the end. He injected chronic poison into the tea he usually drank. Watching his father's body decay little by little, he smiled very happily. Ah Mo, someone has to pay for it. Pay for your death, of course, I should also pay for my stupidity.

He kept practicing forbidden techniques in an attempt to revive his lover, and his body became weak as a result.But he felt relieved, Ah Mo, if I treat myself like this, will you come back?

But Qingmo never came back, and his father was about to die, he looked at the old man with indifference and pity, watched the light in his eyes gradually dissipate, and suddenly felt a chill.

At last he was the only one left in this world.What protects his own people, he is not that kind of person, what if the country is destroyed, the only person he wants to protect is Ah Mo.

He has been living alone like that, walking the road he and Ah Mo walked, playing the song that Ah Mo has been playing to him, alone, guarding the boy who will never wake up, living for a long time long time.

Until he used the forbidden technique to calculate the whereabouts of the tears of lovesickness, until Yu Bai came here.