Wrong Changhuan

Facing the aggressive Hu Diefei, Chang Huan went from shock to anger in just a moment.

Chang Huan caught a glimpse of two pebbles the size of winter jujubes in his hand, and immediately grabbed them. Regardless of the dust on his body, he got up and stared at the person opposite, saying, "Hu Diefei...I will settle the score with you today!"

Even though he didn't have a weapon in his hands, and his body was still not strong enough, Chang Huan didn't show any cowardice.

"You think I'm afraid of you..." Hu Diefei sneered, pulled out the colorful whip from his waist, and slammed it at Chang Huan.

Chang Huan turned sideways quickly, and at the same time as the whip rang, a stone was shot, and it hit the wrist of the person opposite him with precision.

Hu Diefei suddenly felt his arm go numb, and the colorful whip rope fell to the ground.

When Hu Diefei bent down to pick up the whip, the center of gravity also moved down together, and in an instant there was a sweep, as if unwilling to reconcile, he threw it out again with vigor.

Chang Huan jumped up, cleverly dodged, and then shot the only stone in his hand.

This time, the target was directed at Hu Diefei's face.

Hu Diefei was dumbfounded and had no time to react. When he thought that he was going to lose his appearance this time, he only heard a whoosh, and another hidden weapon was suddenly shot down from the roof.

The iron dart hit the stone, the strength was offset, and then both fell.

Chang Huan and Hu Diefei were both surprised and turned their heads to look.

After jumping from the roof, Man Qiu stretched his arms between the two of them, persuading him, "Don't fight, this is Jingyuan, no matter who is injured, it will embarrass the master--"

"What are you, get the hell out of here!" Hu Diefei didn't appreciate the offer of help just now, and stared at Chang Huan closely as if raising his whip.

Really ignorant, Man Qiu cursed in his heart, then turned to look at Chang Huan, and said, "Miss Xiaonuan, why don't you go back first."

If a slap cannot be made, there must always be someone who quits first or admits defeat.

Chang Huan resolutely said, "I won't go - if she wants to go, she should go!"

Besides, how could Chang Huan be willing to leave before seeing Ah Cuo.

After Hu Diefei listened, taking advantage of the two people's unpreparedness, he came to attack Chang Huan fiercely.

Man Qiu reacted very quickly, turned around and protected Chang Huan in front of him.

With a snap, the whip seemed to be riveting, and Man Qiu's black coat was instantly torn, and at the same time, he staggered a step and groaned.

"Man Qiu, how are you?" Chang Huan supported him, so Man Qiu didn't fall to the ground.

"I'm fine--" Man Qiu said, already angry, turned his head and looked coldly at Xiao Xiao who was behind the trick.

Chang Huan couldn't help defending Man Qiu, and scolded, "Hu Diefei, you are still so despicable..."

"You still have the nerve to talk about me... Lin Changhuan, don't tell me that you haunt Sister An so lingeringly, and you are not willing to let go of the guards around her... Let me tell you what's good about you..."

The word "guard" completely angered Chang Huan.

Man Qiu couldn't stand listening to it, and retorted, "Miss Hu, please respect yourself, don't talk nonsense and spit blood..."

With a gloomy face, Chang Huan drew the long sword hanging from Man Qiu's waist, and said in a deep voice, "Borrow your sword, don't interfere."

Not much to say, with a whip and a sword, they were immediately entangled, and outside the gate of Jingyuan, they fought hard.

The clothes jumped with the wind, and the long whip whistled past.

Accidentally, Chang Huan was hit in the arm, and then Hu Diefei saw the opportunity, and hit Chang Huan's cheek and eye corner again with a chasing whip.

Chang Huan wiped the sore spot, saw the bright red on his finger, and for the first time felt murderous.

In Chang Huan's few fighting careers, either for self-protection or to save others, it was the first time that he wanted to simply kill a person like today.

And in everything, there is always an exception, isn't it?

The tense little face, the fierce sword wind, and the crazy moves, one after another, Chang Huan seemed to be desperate, as if desperate.

Although Hu Diefei succeeded occasionally, he gradually felt powerless and a little overwhelmed.

Growing up in a family of martial arts since childhood, and considering herself to be extremely talented, Hu Diefei has always underestimated Chang Huan and everyone except An Cuo.

Chang Huan's sword came in a hurry, forcing her to retreat step by step.

Chang Huan's arm was hit again, but she seemed to lose consciousness and continued to move forward.

Chang Huan said heartily, Chenyang, I will get back all the old and new hatred for you today!

Hu Diefei was startled by this desperate way of fighting, and said in panic, "Are you crazy?!" Then, when she came to her senses again, the sword had mercilessly pierced her wrist holding the whip.

The bright red instantly soaked the skirt of the clothes, although it was not obvious, it still made Hu Diefei cry out in pain and dropped the whip.

Chang Huan said coldly, "This sword is for your insulting words just now."

Hu Diefei held his wound and took a step back, saying in disbelief, "How dare you hurt me?! Sister An will not let you go..."

As if Chang Huan didn't hear it, he took a step forward and said, "This sword is for Ah Cuo... If you hadn't joined forces with Nangong Ding that day, Ah Cuo would not have lost his memory... Chenyang... would not have died..."

After Chang Huan said, the sword was sent out and pierced Hu Diefei's shoulder.

"Miss Xiaonuan, don't kill her!" Man Qiu screamed out, thinking that Chang Huan was just venting his anger, but unexpectedly, he really wanted to kill her.

"Ah--" Hu Diefei couldn't help crying out in pain, and when he wanted to retreat, he realized that he was leaning against the courtyard wall, and there was no way to retreat.

"No one can save you... If I don't fight, do you really think that I'm afraid of you? Hu Diefei, I want you to pay for Chenyang's life..." Chang Huan drew his sword, and then pointed at Hu Diefei's heart , go straight.

It's too late to say, then soon!

A slender white hand held Chang Huan's sword tightly.

"Ah Cuo--" Chang Huan looked at the person in shock, with puzzlement and distress intertwined on his face.

Flesh and blood are no match for ice blades.Even though An Cuo practiced sword all the year round, the thin calluses on his hands could not stop the sharp edge of the sword after all.

Blood dripped instantly and splashed onto the loess ground.

And An Cuo, just looked at Chang Huan quietly, as if looking at a stranger.

"Sister An--your hand--"

"master--"

Chang Huan looked at the bleeding hand, as if he suddenly realized what he had done, let go of his hand and took a step back, explaining in disbelief, "Ah wrong...I'm sorry...I..."

The bloody sword fell to the ground with a plop.

"Ah Cuo, let me see your hand..." Chang Huan just stepped forward to pull An Cuo, but she pushed him away.

An Cuo lowered his hands and stared at Chang Huan expressionlessly.

Blood trickled down his fingertips, drop by drop.

Chang Huan staggered a step, full of shock, and said, "Ah Cuo... What's wrong with you? I'm Chang Huan--"

An Cuo still looked indifferent, looked at Chang Huan, and said coldly, "Man Qiu, take Hu Diefei to apply the medicine!"

"Sister An, you have to be careful, she's a lunatic—" Hu Diefei wanted to continue talking, but was dragged into the courtyard by Man Qiu.

"Ah Cuo, you can't let her go... She caused your amnesia and Chen Yang's death..." After Chang Huan said, his nose was already sore.

"Lin Xiaonuan, is Chenyang so important to you? She saved your life, and Hu Diefei saved mine. If you want to kill her, I'll pay it back for her."

A tear fell slowly, Chang Huan shook his head, unable to believe his ears.

"Ah Cuo, you know very well that I won't hurt you." Chang Huan said as he stepped forward and hugged An Cuo tightly.

Hugging tightly, as if if it weren't for this, the person in front of me would disappear.

An Cuo stood upright without moving or speaking.

There was a long silence, only the faint whimpering of the wind, telling the sadness of the cold winter, and whose numbness and emotional pain.

An Cuo turned his head slightly, looking at the half-finger-long scar in the corner of the man's eye, full of contradictions.

Something has quietly changed.

"Lin Xiaonuan, those who go on different journeys will eventually come together, so let's go--" An Cuo said quietly.

The faint words were like a thunderbolt from the blue sky, Chang Huan's body trembled suddenly, he let go of Ah Cuo, looked up with tears in his eyes, and murmured, "What did you... just say?"

"Lin Xiaonuan, I don't want to see you anymore, everything is over."

Those who wanted to stay together, but still chose to let go.

The future that was once imagined is only a silly dream that no one can witness.

And the double shadow in the dream has become empty.

"Why? Ah Cuo, everything was fine before..." Chang Huan was astonished, and then thought of the only variable in the past two days, so he asked, "Is it Hu Diefei, what did she say to you? Ah Cuo, Hu Diefei is not a good person, you can't believe her words..."

"You can't believe what she said. Should I believe everything you lied to me?"

"A mistake, I never lied to you."

An Cuo sneered, and said, "Lin Xiaonuan, you told me so many stories about the past, but none of them were about Chen Yang, and you never even mentioned her name... ...Or do you want to say that concealment is not deception?"

"Ah Cuo, I didn't lie to you. I didn't talk about Chen Yang because I knew you would mind and you would misunderstand."

An Cuo's eyes turned red, and he questioned, "Lin Xiaonuan, tell me, do you still love Chenyang?"

Chang Huan froze on the spot.

"Tell me, do you love her?"

"I...I love her..."

Just a few words hurt An Cuo's heart, and invisible blood flowed all over the place.

"Cuo, I love her, and I love you too..."

An Cuo couldn't help the tremor in his chest, wept silently, and smiled bitterly, and said, "You...do you...take me as her substitute..."

Chang Huan shook his head and sobbed softly.

Sadness caused anger, and it only took a moment, An Cuo suddenly stepped forward and shouted, "Isn't it?!"

Chang Huan was frightened by Ah Cuo's expression, took two steps back involuntarily, and said, "No... Ah Cuo, you are not anyone's substitute, you are you..."

After hearing the familiar words, An wrongly heard her eyebrows frowned, her peach blossom eyes contained resentment and anger, grabbed Chang Huan's neck, and said, "What do you think of me as hers?"

"Ah...wrong..." Chang Huan struggled intermittently, and said, "Chenyang...also...you..."

Seeing that Chang Huan's face was flushed, An Cuo let go of his hand suddenly, and said with disgust on his face, "Chenyang, he's dead!"

Chang Huan bent down, covered his chest with one hand and coughed violently, shook his head and said, "That's not the case...Ah Cuo, I didn't lie to you...Chen Yang's soul is on you...I didn't lie to you...I didn't... ..."

The mournful remark, accompanied by big teardrops, flowed from those eyes full of pleading.

"Hu Diefei is right, you really are a lunatic..." An Cuo closed his eyes, stopped looking, and couldn't bear to look any more.After speaking, he turned his head and strode inward.

"Ah Cuo--" After Chang Huan followed, An Cuo had already entered the main hall and slammed the door, blocking Chang Huan from the door.

A thin carved wooden door separated the two into two worlds.

Two different worlds, but suffering from the same torture.

Inside the house, it was desolate.

Outside the house, full of heartbreak.

Chang Huan patted on the door, crying and begging, "Ah Cuo--you open the door, I beg you, open the door... If you want to know about Chenyang, I will tell you everything... If you want to know, I will tell you everything you……"

An Cuo leaned his back between the two doors, feeling the force coming through the door panel every time, every time it seemed to hit his heart.

Dull pain, trembling, but unable to speak.

"Cuo, you open the door, okay...don't ignore me...don't leave me..."

There was still no movement in the house, but Chang Huan knew that Ah Cuo was on the opposite side, just a short distance away.

Chang Huan stopped beating, leaned his forehead against the door, quietly wiped away his tears with his sleeves, and choked, "Ah Cuo, I...can't live without you..."

"I can't live without you..."

The words of constant pleading, rejecting the most feared ending in my heart.

An Cuo's body slid slowly along the door frame and fell to the ground.

Clean the floor and it's cold.

The person outside the door still murmured, "Cuo, you said it, you promised me that you would grow old with me...you promised..."

Without you, who will accompany me to witness the warmth and coldness of this world, as well as joys and sorrows?

But that door has never been opened.

Chang Huan sat blankly in front of the door, turned his head and saw a plum blossom falling with the wind, silently.

Is that its destiny?Will it be my end too?

The sun broke through the mist, and the warmth traveled thousands of miles away. It shone on the white snowman beside the plum tree, and gradually wet the ground.

It's like, whose tears burst the embankment and can't go back.

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@罗神@西东不是事@智川, the follow-up is a knife,,, this life is coming to an end.