Picking up soap in a harmonious world

Purple Sky Palace.

I stood beside the white jade bed surrounded by fairy spirit, staring at that pale and beautiful face.

Familiar eyebrows and eyes, but strange indifference.

I called him twice, but he didn't respond.

He just lay there quietly, those beautiful phoenix eyes like lacquer spots looked up without blinking, but his body was motionless, like a lifeless corpse.

I stretched out my hand to touch him, but in the end it still passed through my body without touching anything.

"My son's matter will trouble Xianjun." Mrs. Zixiao walked in from the hall with a haggard look, red eye circles, and an old man with white hair and beard stood beside her.

The old man was about to step forward to check, but Han Zhao suddenly said, "Go out."

The old man was startled, and was about to speak, but Mrs. Zixiao hurriedly interrupted: "Xianjun, please come with me first, he... is a little confused, and his words and deeds are insignificant. I hope you will forgive me."

Those two people came in and left, but for a moment, the silence of the previous moment was restored in Zixiao Hall.

I sat silently on the edge of the bed, feeling melancholy and confused.

After the lost memory was retrieved, I have been thinking about giving the other party an explanation. No matter whether I choose to leave in the end, the truth must be let the other party know.

I took feelings too lightly and hurt the other person time and time again, until I was too deep in it and couldn't extricate myself, I didn't know the other person's pain.

But what about this?

At this time, I have a long way to go, with no soul to rely on, and my body is dead. I don't even know if something happened to my real body. Will my soul return to my body?Or is it lost in spirit?

Even if you are in danger yourself, let alone solve problems for others.

I just regret, regret that I didn't cherish the person in front of me, regret that I didn't see my heart clearly, it's too late to say anything now.

During this period of time, I didn't go anywhere, and I followed Han Cho all the time, watching him walk and sleep, but I didn't see him practicing.

Immortals can not eat fireworks in the mortal world, but they must eat the aura of heaven and earth, absorb and breathe, and practice meditation.

As for the ancient gods and beasts, although the dragon clan can absorb spiritual energy like a fairy, if they don't practice for a long time, even if they are immortal, it is enough to degrade their cultivation base.

Of course, if that was the case, Zixiaolong and his wife wouldn't be so worried. They went to Yachongtian to ask the immortals to help them.

Han Zhao is ill.

I don't know what disease he got, although I have been with him as an invisible soul since the death of the body, but I still don't know when he got the disease, I only know that his body is gradually changing. He became thinner, his face gradually became withered, and the fairy spirit lingering around him also became dim.

When I woke up at the beginning, I recalled the entanglement thousands of years ago. I had mixed feelings for a while, and it was difficult to express my feelings at that time, but whether it was sadness or loss, helplessness or regret, the most was guilt and confusion. I don’t know what to do next manage?

Because of guilt, but also because I was at a loss, I chose to stay by Han Zhao's side and watch him.

I thought that with Han Choo's feelings for me, he would be in pain or even collapse, but who knew that he acted abnormally calmly, as if this result was something he had expected a long time ago, without causing any waves, except for two things .

One is that the underground palace built by the gods of heaven and earth was completely sealed and buried underground by Han Tiao, and it is estimated that there will be no chance of seeing the sun again.The second is that Han Zhao went to Yichongtian to search for my life book, and after finding out that there was no such person, his expression was as calm as ever, and he did not show any surprise.

After these two things were done, Han Cho returned to his daily life, walking freely, doing what he should do, and he didn't even punish Ao Song, who was the culprit, for this, he just avoided seeing him.

I was even a little resentful because of this, but whether I was dissatisfied because of Han Cho's tolerance towards Ao Song, or angry because of Han Cho's indifference to my death, even I couldn't tell the difference.

But soon, my anger turned into worry.

Because Han Zhao was ill.

He spends all his time alone, walking slowly in the courtyard alone, or reading a vast sea of ​​ancient books by himself, or lying straight on the bed with his eyes open without focus, like a The walking dead.

Because Han Cho himself doesn't like to communicate with people, his abnormality lasted for a long time before being noticed by the people around him. Zixiao Longjun and his wife didn't pay much attention at first, but as the situation became more serious, They also started to get anxious like I did.

But there's nothing I can do, and they can at least ask around for help, even though it doesn't seem to help at all.

The door was pushed open with a "squeak", I turned my head to look at the door, and it was Ao Song who came.

He looked much thinner than when I saw him the last time, and his face was as pale as paper, but there was still a flame dancing in those stubborn eyes, which made him look alive.

On the other hand, Han Tiao's thinness and pallor seemed to be a fatal injury, which made his face dim and his vitality was damaged.

Ao Song's eyes passed through me, looking at Han Cho who was half leaning on the bed and focused on flipping through the pages of the book, his mouth squirmed a few times, and he forced out a sentence: "Brother, the dead are gone, why torture yourself."

I stared at him angrily. Anyone is qualified to say this sentence, but you are not!

I thought that Han Zhao would say the word "scroll" to the other party like he did to Mrs. Zixiao, but he didn't do that, and just continued to read the ancient book in his hand as if he didn't hear it.

The expression on Ao Song's face was also quite surprised. It seems that he also thought that Han Zhao would drive him out mercilessly, but the result was obviously much better than he imagined. He couldn't even hide the fleeting look in his eyes. The color of surprise.

He took a few steps closer tentatively, but Han Zhao still didn't respond at all, and finally he sat down on my seat.

My soul is not an entity, I just watched him penetrate me, and then sat down, I hated my teeth, but there was nothing I could do, I wanted to not give way, but it didn't seem to affect me, but it made me very uncomfortable, In the end, I had no choice but to move away.

Ao Song called brother a few times, but Han Cho didn't respond, so this guy boldly stretched out his hand.

Fortunately, Han Choo's next reaction didn't make me too depressed. He didn't move at all, but just raised his eyes and glanced coldly at the other party, which made him blush and stand up tremblingly.

"I know you hate me! But I don't regret killing him at all. I thought you were in vain..." Ao Song was so excited that he couldn't stop his words inexplicably. After a while, he said quietly: "Whether I treat you as an elder brother or something else, you know how much I love you. Even if you let me die now, I have nothing to say, but how did you treat me? As a stand-in pet?! These thousands of years of feelings are all fake?!"

"It's true, you don't deserve to stay here!"

Before Han Zhao could respond, a delicate yet majestic female voice suddenly sounded, followed by the figures of Mr. Zixiaolong and his wife passing through the curtains and entering the inner room.

Because of his birth, Ao Song was most afraid of Mrs. Zixiao. Seeing her harsh words, he didn't refute her face to face, but just lowered his head and clenched his hands.

Mrs. Zixiao sneered, and was about to reprimand again, but was stopped by Zixiao Longjun: "Stop talking, didn't you notice that Chi'er treats everyone the same, except Song'er."

"Of course it's different for him. If he didn't look like that person, my son wouldn't look at him differently! Now that he killed that person, my son will naturally hate him to the bone!"

Zixiao Longjun shook his head and said: "Ma'am, you are wrong, you see that Chiu'er has ignored anyone these days, and the immortals we have painstakingly hired are also expelled from the house to raise money." The importance that I place on that person will allow the perpetrator to be safe and sound in front of him? Not only is Song’er fine, but he has not been ordered to expel him yet, doesn’t this just show how special Song’er is in Tiao’er’s heart?”

"...So what?! My son still hasn't improved at all!"

"Ma'am, I don't think it's better than this. Just let Song'er stay in Ziling Hall for this period of time, and let him take care of Chiu'er. Maybe Chiu'er's condition will improve soon."

Mrs. Zixiao stared blankly at Youge's fallen figure under the gauze curtain, that figure seemed to turn a blind eye to all the disturbances around her, and immersed herself in her own world without paying attention.

After a while, she responded with red eyes.

Zixiao Longjun sighed, and signaled Ao Song with his eyes, "I can only help you here, and you can figure out the rest."

Ao Song slowly straightened his chest and back as if he was relieved. He thanked him, but instead of looking at Zixiao and his wife, he secretly looked at Han Zhao.

I watched this scene silently, and my heart gradually became stuffy again. It was very strange that the body died, but the soul still had this indescribable feeling, like heartache and difficulty breathing.

I believe that because of Han Tzu's special treatment of Ao Song, maybe he will really recover soon, and when both parents are happy to see him succeed, the two will live a life like a fairy couple in harmony.

This is the only ending leading to HE, so I can leave because of this, right?

Since then, everyone has returned to the right path and went their own way. What is there to be sad and melancholy about?I've been selfish so many times, why didn't I be more generous the last time, let Han Cho and his true love be together, and I deserved to die.

What's more, I also feel sorry for him, for his illness for no reason, for his thinness and paleness, for his sleepless nights, for his indifference to everything.

But just when I decided to let go and let Han Cho and his true love lead to the HE ending, the development of things deviated from everyone's expected track.

Han Cho's condition didn't improve due to Ao Song's daily visits, on the contrary, it seemed to turn on a switch to accelerate the deterioration of his condition. Han Cho's body was getting thinner day by day, but within a month, he had become like a skeleton. And that face that stuns the world is also decaying at a speed visible to the naked eye, from beautiful to delicate, from delicate to ordinary, and finally from ordinary to ugly.

I watched by his bed every day, from the unbearable heartache at the beginning to the unbearable to see now, I am so uncomfortable, others needless to say, even Ao Song also reported on time every day from the beginning, It has evolved into sending people to pass on messages every now and then.

"...Remember to eat and sleep well. If you need anything, just send someone a message. This is what Ao Shao asked me to bring to you, Lord Long."

Mu Jiang, the valet in charge of daily life, stood at the door and talked tremblingly, his body was desperately refusing to step into the room.

"This is the younger brother who once swore to take good care of you!" I couldn't help complaining. Although I knew that the other party couldn't hear me, I just sat and didn't speak.

"He's just greedy for your good looks. This kind of true love is not as good as mine! I'm a little selfish, but seeing that you are lingering in a sick bed, there is no one around, only me by your side, bastard." Talking to himself, he glanced at the other party cautiously.

I just glanced at it and turned my head away.

so ugly!

He's even uglier than when I first saw him!

Just an unintentional sweep is already shocking to the extreme, and its fright is comparable to any classic horror movie.

My mood at this moment is no longer Dandan's literary sadness, but exciting like riding a roller coaster every day, just because I have to face that ghostly face all the time.

I think that after a few more days, I will no longer love each other. It is the limit to be able to face this face for three seconds. Can I still be with you day and night?

I don't know what will happen in the future, but I still can't let go of the other party, otherwise, how could I choose to stay and watch when everyone is afraid of seeing that face, obviously I am the only one who is turned a blind eye by the other party .

Due to the loss of the magical protection of its master, Ziling Palace has four seasons coming as promised, and spring is no longer always in full bloom.

On a moonlit night, there was heavy snow outside the window, the ground was freezing and cold, and none of the servants left the hospital to clean up the snow, and the world was completely white.

I stared out of the window blankly, and some familiar memories flooded in.

It was also a snowy night, and I was drinking and chatting with Han Choi in a barren pavilion in the wild. I was wearing a thick fur, and while warming up above the stove, I complained to Han Choi: "I thought the four seasons of the fairy world are like the same. It’s spring, I never thought there would be such a cold place.”

Han Chiu didn't answer me, just smiled lightly, the prickly dimple loomed, and the beauty of that moment overwhelmed me, making me unable to take my eyes off my mind.

But what happened afterwards was not so wonderful, because I was worried that Ao Song, who had not yet been born, had some unpleasantness with Han Zhao, but fortunately, I reflected on my mistakes in time, and gave the other party an apology, not to mention, and a gift A whistle blown with leaves won the beauty to smile again.

Thinking back on these seemingly boring and ordinary things carefully, it is quite touching, but I don’t know if it is my one-man show again?

When I thought of this, I couldn't help turning my head to look at Han Cho.

As a result, when I saw it, I was completely stunned.

I saw a leaf that Han Tiao picked from no one knew when, and he was gently holding it with his bony hands, and then blew it clumsily. No sound was made.

I couldn't bear to look at it, so I turned my eyes away again.

But the moment I turned my gaze away, an intermittent, extremely jerky, but inexplicably familiar tune sounded leisurely. Isn't that exactly the song I played to make amends?

I only played it once, and the other party remembered it so clearly. Could it be that he has been describing the tone of this piece of music in his heart for thousands of years?

Or, what he always pictured in his mind was not only the leaf whistle song, but all the scenes and details with me?

The sound of the whistle was sobbing and piercing, and the player who played the music was clumsy and jerky, but for some reason, I couldn't stop crying, even though the whistle was whimpering intermittently, tears were streaming down my face.