The Evil World of Five Turbidities [Double Life]

Chi Weirong tilted his head and glanced at the hand he was holding in doubt, and muttered: "It's strange...how...how is it different...very...very real...and...and the temperature Woolen cloth……"

Xuxu grabbed his hand and pressed it to his face, looking at him deeply, as if he couldn't get enough of it, Chi Weirong froze for a moment, raised the corner of his mouth, and said, "You sent it yourself." With a forceful hook with Xuxu's hand, he pressed Xuxu's face in front of him.

The breath is getting closer and closer, the warm breath blends in the snow, and the approaching snowflakes suddenly turn into water.

"But Rong'er, he is the orthodox young master of the Chi family, and also the only young master. He has a bright future. In the future, the entire Chi family will belong to him. He is free from dust, the light of the righteous way, a model of the immortal sect, and admired by the world. His way."

Chi Hanwen's words suddenly hit the top of Xuxu's head hard like a heavy hammer. His breathing was so painful that he stopped breathing for a moment, and the cold snowflakes hit his forehead suddenly, so cold that he instantly woke up. He tilted his head and wiped the pool. Weirong's face passed by.

Chi Weirong seemed a little dazed, standing there blankly, his vain face leaning against Chi Weirong's hair, the fragrance from his hair lingered on the tip of his nose, he sniffed Chi Weirong's fragrance greedily, and then seemed to tear apart Chi Weirong who was leaning on him was peeled off like his own flesh.

Chi Weirong was still there, looking at him for no reason. He didn't dare to look into Chi Weirong's eyes, so he said in a hoarse voice:

"You're drunk, I'll take you back."

"Need not."

Before Xuxu realized what "no need" meant, he felt his hand was empty, and when he turned his head, he saw Chi Weirong paralyzed on the ground, as if he was going to sleep, with a look of thinking that the sky was the ground and the ground was the bed posture.

Xuxu was stunned for a moment, and suddenly understood, he frowned, and said in a deep voice: "Did you sleep in Hualin like this when you were drunk?"

"Yes..." Chi Weirong instinctively replied with half-closed eyes.

yes? ? ?You are still! ! !

The illusory energy didn't hit one place, but it was followed by extreme soreness. He pulled Chi Weirong to sit up and held his shoulder tightly.

"Chi Weirong, are you torturing yourself or me?!" His eyes were wet, even Canyang was raining at this moment, "What should I do? What do you want me to do?!"

Chi Weirong raised his eyes in a daze, and reached out to wipe away a tear that slid down his face.

"Are you crying?" Chi Weirong said cautiously, "You...don't cry...don't cry...what did I do wrong...I'll change...I'll change everything...don't cry...don't cry...everything It was my fault... it was my fault..."

What Xuxu told himself at the beginning was to take a look, and leave after a look, but after reading it?How is he doing well?What if I have a bad life?

Under such circumstances that day, and Chi Weirong was not by his side, he stepped out of the gate of Chi's house, stepped out, and went back today, no matter what kind of Chi Weirong was in front of him, he would How hard and painful it is to step out!

He selectively ignored all of this, and the moment he saw Chi Weirong, he was only left with impulse.

Chi Weirong was still wiping away tears for him to comfort him, he breathed a deep sigh of relief, and the white breath he exhaled was a little trembling, he pulled Chi Weirong's hand, then lifted him up, and said softly: "It's not your fault, I'll take you to rest."

Xuxu led him to Chaomuju, just about to enter the door, but Chi Weirong resisted, dragged him back desperately, and said in his mouth: "Wrong! Wrong!"

Xu Hua raised his head and carefully looked at the plaque on the door, where the words "Zhaomuju" were clearly written.

"That's right." He muttered, "It's Chaomuju."

"No...don't stay...don't stay here..."

"You don't live here?"

"Can't stop..."

"Then where do you live?"

"Lowers."

"Where is the lower court?"

"Your room."

False: "..."

But Xuxu only thought that Chi Weirong was talking drunk, or led him in, but he suddenly put on a look that he would rather die than follow, and even threw Xuxu's hand and went to the courtyard.

Xuxu sighed helplessly and shook his head, stepped forward to support him: "Forget it, if you want to go, I will take you there."

Chi Weirong couldn't stand anymore at this time, and went straight to Xu Hua's body, Xu Hua simply hugged him, he seemed to have finally found a comfortable nest, and holding Xu Hua along his hand, he slipped into his arms .

The illusory mind turned into water like snow falling on the palm, it was too soft, the protective barrier he set up for the Chi family before could not block the rain and snow, so he set up another barrier for him to block the rain and snow, and then Just hug Chi Weirong like this, let him pick and stare at him.

"It's good at this time." He smiled softly, "It's not like a young master.

It wasn't until Chi Weirong was completely quiet, and he closed his eyes obediently leaning on his chest, that he moved to the lower courtyard.

The snow is getting heavier again, and the snow on the road is also unconsciously thicker. The snowy night is completely silent, except for the rustling of feet stepping on the snow.

The enchantment set by falsehood is warm, the snowflakes turn into water as soon as they get close, and then dissipate carelessly. The enchantment with dark gold and fluorescent light is like a wandering burning house in the snowy night, which reminds him of the dream he once had. The scene when I returned, just him and Chi Weirong, in a quiet hut with a yard, planting flowers during the day to enjoy the scenery, and talking at night with candles.

The snow fell silently, countless snowflakes brushed past the dark gold, the world was silent, only the sound of illusory footsteps echoed, it seemed as if there were only two of them left in the world, and the road paved with snow seemed to be endless.

It would be great if there was really no end, Xu Huai thought to himself, but he had already seen the entrance of the lower courtyard under the reflection of Bai Xue.

"Lovesickness..." Chi Weirong suddenly muttered, and vainly listened, "Dai Mei... long gathering, Bichi scattered... sleeping mandarin ducks, at first it was easy... to fly away, hate... hard Become... a happy couple..."

Hate is hard to become a happy couple.

Vanity stopped abruptly.

He shouldn't have come here today, otherwise he wouldn't have to endure the candy-sticking cuts!It cut his heart to pieces!It made him tremble all over!

He himself is slow, and he can't tell when he thought differently about Chi Weirong, but it seems to be a little late when he understands, what about Chi Weirong?When is he...

Before leaving Chi's house, he could feel that Chi Weirong had the same thoughts for him, but he was always swaying in a vague and ambiguous way. Today was the first time he heard him say it clearly with his own ears, but he didn't expect it to be in such a situation Down.

Why didn't Chi Weirong say anything before?Do you have similar thoughts with him?Or are there other concerns?I also asked him before, and Chi Weirong didn't answer him at that time, but now I think about it, if I didn't let him go that day, taking advantage of the evening breeze, would I be able to pierce the layer of paper?

They have been together day and night for more than ten years. They didn't understand it when they were young. When the young man throbbed, it seemed that he had missed too many opportunities, but what if he didn't miss it?If they had confessed their feelings to each other earlier and really became a "happy couple", how would he deal with Fang Xurui when he met Fang Xurui later?

Xuxu smiled bitterly, for a moment he didn't know whether those misses were luck or misfortune.

A tear silently slid down his cheek and got into his neck, but he didn't seem to be aware of it. He tightened his hand unconsciously until Chi Weirong let out a painful "uh" before he suddenly woke up and let go quickly. He moved his hand, and even rubbed it where he pinched the pain, and he slowed down for a while, before he lifted his foot and went to the lower courtyard.

People in the Lower Court, except for Xu Xuan, have no evening classes and do not need to be on duty at night. They rest early on weekdays, and everyone rests earlier when it snows today. living room.

The yellow in the snow is too dazzling, the warm yellow light is projected on the white snow, it is unique in a row of dark rooms, it seems that there is some obsession that keeps it from extinguishing, but the first reaction of emptiness is that there are newcomers After checking in, he lowered his eyes, clearly knowing that he shouldn't, but he couldn't control the loss spontaneously.

Then he realized something was wrong, because he didn't feel any strangeness from that room, it didn't look like a human being.

Haven't returned yet?Xu Hua thought so, but what are the people in the lower court doing out so late?Besides, it was still Xue Ye, could it be that there was a second him during the time he was away, and he didn't sleep at night to practice?

"It's here..." Just as he was thinking vainly, Chi Weirong suddenly murmured, "Why did you stop?"

He glanced at Chi Weirong suspiciously, then hugged the person and pushed the door open. He looked around the room, and all the furnishings remained unchanged, exactly the same as when he left, except for a few more items that Chi Weirong usually used.

The emptiness is a little dazed, his Ah Wei really lived in his room?But it doesn't make sense, if you can't live in a good day and night, what are you doing in his small dilapidated house?

Xu Hua held Chi Weirong in a daze and put him on the bed. After covering him with the quilt, he turned his head and looked at the room. Only then did he notice that a small stove was simmering Gu soup on the table beside him, and there was still Putting the small bowl and soup spoon well, he went over and opened it to see that it was the peach gum white fungus pear soup that he had been thinking about for a long time.

When he was in Chi's house before, no matter what he came back, there was always warm soup waiting for him, as if he couldn't finish it, as if he could have it whenever he wanted to. At that time, he never thought that there would be Even smelling this familiar fragrance in a day has become a luxury.

This fragrance can entice the soul, and penetrates directly to the bottom of his heart, but he didn't know how to start it for a while.Sometimes it is like this, when you meet again something you have missed for a long time, you are always a little "nearly homely". He was blinded by the heat, and after a while, he slowly picked up the bowl and spoon.

When returning to the bed from Tang Geng, Xuxuan found that Chi Weirong was still awake, just staring at somewhere in a daze with half-closed eyes, quietly thinking about something, Xuxuan looked in the direction of his staring, It was the candle lamp that was burning in the house. He suddenly realized that the lamp was too bright, making people unable to sleep, and someone was protesting against it. He smiled softly, raised his hand and waved a gust of wind to turn off the lamp.

call--

The lights stayed on.

Huhu——

The lights were still on.

woohoo-

The lights were still on.

Xu Xu stared at the lamp strangely, and was about to get up to check.

"I can't blow it out." Chi Weirong's voice suddenly sounded, drunk and a little stunned.

"Why?" Xuxu looked back at him.

Chi Weirong didn't answer immediately, he turned his head slowly and looked up at Xuxu.

He looked at it for a long time, but Xuxu didn't move, so he was allowed to look at it for a long time.

"Xuanxuan." He suddenly frowned slightly, and grabbed Xuxuan's wrist.

"Well, I'm here."

"I warmed the soup and left the lamp for you..." He gently shook him coquettishly, "Come back, okay?"

Illusion was hacked again.

He closed his eyes and turned his head away. His nails were deeply embedded in his palm. He really didn't know how to answer this question, let alone look at Chi Weirong's expectant eyes.

Chi Weirong didn't get a response for a long time, but he has always been able to observe words and expressions, even when he is drunk, this is already the instinct of the slick young master.

"You..." Chi Weirong hesitated for a moment drunkenly, then said cautiously: "Are you... going to leave?"

He said these words very lightly, but they fell heavily on Xuxu's ears, hitting his heart with a "bang".

"Yeah." Xu Xuxu spoke hoarsely, "I'm leaving." In the end, he only had a breathy voice.

Chi Weirong was a little anxious, and pulled him tighter, as if he was afraid that he would disappear soon.

"why?"

Why?He also wanted to ask why!

His throat was choked again, and he couldn't make a sound for a long time.

"Then..." Seeing that he didn't answer, Chi Weirong seemed to know that he couldn't get an answer, so he tugged at his sleeve again, "Then will you come to see me again next time?"

Xu Hua breathed a sigh of relief, finally turned back to look at him, half-coaxed and half-seriously said: "You promise me one thing, I will come to see you again."

"What?" There was even more expectation in his eyes.

Xu Xu held his hand instead, rubbed it lightly as if comforting, but said the words with a hint of pleading: "Don't sleep in Hualin again, okay?"

Chi Weirong froze for a moment, maybe because he was still drunk, he seemed to be digesting the meaning of this sentence, and smiled suddenly after a while.

"Yes." He nodded and agreed, "I'm obedient, you must come."

"it is good."

Chi Weirong finally smiled with satisfaction, and closed his eyes as if letting go of his worries, but he never let go of Xuxu's hand, Xuxu took his hand and stuffed it into the quilt, and leaned over to tuck the corner of the quilt for him , Out of the corner of his eye, he saw something seemed to be engraved on the board at the head of the bed, and when he looked up, it was two lines of short poems.

Few remnant nights guard the king's pillow, no matter the wind and snow, wait for others to return.

It is difficult to know Wen if the old man does not return, and the idiot does not want to blow the lamp.

"Let me come, how many surprises have you prepared for me?" Xuxu stroked those deep and shallow engraved marks with his fingers, "I saw you once, and it cost me half my life!"

Just now I promised that I would come again, but this time I lost half my life, and if I come again, I will lose my life here!Forget it, even if he loses his life, how can one feel at ease with this person's appearance!

"Xiao Kan..." The sleeping person was still unsteady, and started to mutter again, vainly tearing his gaze away from the little poem, listening to him talking in sleep, "Looking at the clouds at dusk, waking up... also thinking Jun, drunk... also miss you..."

"I'm sorry..." Xu Xu stroked Chi Weirong's hair to his forehead with one hand, and was already sobbing, "Awei, I'm sorry..."

"Da da da." There was a knock on the door suddenly.

"Young master?" Uncle Lin's voice sounded outside the door, "The old slave just heard some movement here, did the young master go back to the room today? Are you drunk again? The old slave prepared sober soup for the young master, and it will make you feel better after drinking it." , and ask the young master to open the door for the old slave."

Xuxu straightened up and listened to the movement outside the door, but he didn't make a sound. He also read Uncle Lin's Hundred Flowers Tea for a long time. Before that, he had a statue of Uncle Lin to take care of him in the Lower Court, although he would occasionally hear others call him an "orphan". But because Uncle Lin has a gentle temper, like a father like a mother, he never felt that he lacked anything compared to others. It wasn't until he left the Chi family and lived alone in a remote hut that he truly realized what people said. What does it mean to be an "orphan".

He really wanted to see Uncle Lin, but it was only a unilateral meeting, not a face-to-face meeting. Let him be as he is now, and don't worry the old man for no reason.

"Young master?" Uncle Lin called out again when there was no movement, and then said to himself: "If you are drunk, you probably won't be able to respond to me. It will be very uncomfortable to sleep like this." He then said to the room: " Young master, that old slave has the audacity to offend, and I will come to the young master tomorrow to plead guilty."

The moment Uncle Lin pushed open the door, Xu Hua hurriedly took another look at Chi Weirong, then turned over and jumped out of the window.

After Uncle Lin entered the room, he went to the bedside to have a look, and saw the drunk young master lying on the bed, the quilt was well covered, he didn't look like a drunk person at all, if there was no wine With the remaining breath, Uncle Lin thought that Chi Weirong was really just sleeping normally.

"As expected of a dignified and upright young master." Uncle Lin muttered softly, "Even when he's drunk, he can clean himself up properly."

Now that the young master had fallen asleep and seemed to be sleeping peacefully, he didn't want to disturb him too much, so he put down the hangover soup and prepared to leave. When he passed the candle lamp, he took a look. He didn't know about spells and spells, but only knew The light in the young master's room was never turned off, so he didn't touch it, and pushed the door lightly to go out.

The snow has not stopped yet, the whole Taisong Mountain is covered under the falling snow, and the top of the mountain is covered with snow.

The snow is thick and smoky, the mist is lingering, the snow is rustling, and the fairyland is just emerging. The scenery is desolate, the cold shadows are faint, and the emptiness is steep.

The branches were covered by heavy snow, and the blue-purple flowers stood out stubbornly under the snow, but they were also crumbling. When the cold wind wrapped around them, they jumped off the branches and landed gently on a snow-covered oil-paper umbrella.

Xuxu stood in the snow in the flower forest, holding the umbrella that Chi Weirong left him, and looked at the room with warm yellow lights from afar.

He knew that Uncle Lin had already left, but he didn't dare to step in again. He clearly understood that if he went there again, the last sliver of reason left in him would completely collapse, and he would never be able to leave again. up.

He stood in the snow for a long time, so long that the snow on the umbrella was so heavy that the ribs of the umbrella bent; The fur collar is covered with ice, and the clean and pure black robe has been embroidered with white flowers; it has been so long that the eyelashes of the people under the umbrella have already shed several layers of frost; it has been so long that the warm yellow in the hut has quietly submerged day light...

Chi Weirong opened his eyes.

The author has something to say:

1. "Love and longing is bitter...Hate is hard to become a happy couple." Adapted from Song Du Anshi's "Waves Washing Sands"

Original poem:

It was spring evening again.Falling flowers and flying catkins.Zigui crows to the heartbroken sound, swings in the courtyard, red flags and colorful ropes, light smoke and rain.

Miss lovesickness.Dai Mei grows together.Bichi frightened and scattered the sleeping mandarin ducks, which were easy to fly away at first.Hate orphans and happy couples.

2. "Looking at the sky at dawn and looking at the clouds at dusk, thinking about you when you wake up, and thinking about you when you are drunk" is adapted from "One Cut Plum Rain Beats Pear Blossoms Deeply Closed Door" by Tang Yin of the Ming Dynasty

Original poem:

The rain hits the pear blossoms and closes the door deeply, disappointing youth, vain youth.Who is to say about pleasure?The soul is ecstasy under the flowers, and the soul is ecstasy under the moon.

Sorrow gathers the eyebrow peak every day to frown, a thousand points of crowing marks, ten thousand points of crowing marks.Dawn looks at the sky at dusk, looks at the clouds, thinks about the king when he walks, and thinks about the king when sitting.

3. "I first saw Xiantai, the scenery is desolate, how can I find a place outside, and I have my own Danqiu" four sentences" adapted from Tang Han Hong's "Xianyouguan with the same title"

Original poem:

The first time I saw the five towers in Sendai, the scenery was miserable and the rain closed.

The color of the mountains is far away from Qin Shu night, and the sound of anvils recently reported the autumn of the Han Palace.

Loose shadows fall into the sky and the altar is quiet, and the fine grass fragrant in a small hole.

Why don't you go outside, the world also has its own Danqiu.

4. "A few remnants guard the king's pillow at night, and return home regardless of wind and snow.

It is difficult to know Wen if the old man does not return, and the idiot does not want to blow the lamp. "

The original poems for me are not strictly in accordance with the rhythm of ancient poems, just read them as parallel sentences.

5. Happy reading~