The Book on the Pillow: The Sea and Moonlight

If someone had asked Fengjiu if she knew Donghua in the early years, she would have answered without hesitation that no one knew him better than her, including Donghua herself.

Except for the heartless 3 years at the beginning, she is just a mischievous ghost playing with a group of classmates in Qingqiu Academy. Ever since she was rescued by Donghua in Qinyao Mountain, she has been full of this old fairy, Listening to the master teach ancient history is not enough, I found all the classics and historical books that have him studied, and pestered Zheyan to tell anecdotes about him, even his hobbies and tastes could not help but imitate one or two, as long as I found one or two If you share everything in common, you will be elated and high-spirited immediately.

When the two of them came together through twists and turns, many sides of the old fairy appeared in front of her eyes. Those emotions that only she knew and were only known to her became the deepest affection and the deepest bond between them.Who in this world can understand Donghua better than Bai Fengjiu?If she ranks second, no one dares to rank first.

She originally thought that even if this Donghua is not her own Donghua, they still have something in common. They have a similar memory, similar preferences, and similar feelings. She should understand him very well.

But now I know that it is not.

She was familiar with his facial features, his behavior, and his habits, but she couldn't grasp his heart.She could feel his tenderness and also understand Shouli's helplessness.Sometimes, he approaches unconsciously, and occasionally reveals uncontrollable impulses, but once he wakes up, he will retreat to a safe distance.Even if it is melancholy, it is the best way. No matter for him or her, at least they are still close emotionally, and they are still the most reliable companions.

However, at some point, he stopped, turned around and backed up a little.She could sense his hesitation, but after struggling, she finally pulled away.Although the concern is still there, but the heart is bleak.Once you get used to a certain temperature, even just one point away from it still makes people feel cold.

She knew there must be a reason, every time he dodged, there was always a reason that frightened her, but he always gritted his teeth and refused to reveal anything.Even on this point, they are all bloody unanimous!

What she didn't understand was his eyes, his nostalgic eyes filled with mourning and shock mixed with determination, she didn't know whether it was for herself or for whom, but it made her tremble in the same way.

Not long ago, she was pressed into Donghua's arms and couldn't move. It took a long time to break free, and only then did she see clearly his embarrassment.She repeatedly asked why, but got no answer.He didn't care about the blood stains on his head, face and clothes, he just looked at her fixedly, with the deepest pain, his eyes flicked from her face little by little, as if imprinted into his bones.

It was rare for Feng Jiu to see him so dejected, even his face was a little ashen. Even though he was concerned, he couldn't bear to ask any more, so he pulled him to the couch to rest on the side, pressed him to lie down, and fetched water to scrub him.At first he was stubborn and refused, but then Yue Mo was really tired, frowning and fell asleep, one hand was still clasped around her wrist, and he refused to let go even when he fell asleep.

Donghua grabbed Fengjiu's wrist and couldn't stay away, so she had to lean on the couch and give him sideways.It took a while for one person to lie down and one person to sit.

Looking at his sleeping face, she carefully reached out to touch the silver hair scattered on the pillow, and finally couldn't help but caress it gently.The white fingertips inserted into the waterfall-like hair, followed the hair from top to bottom, carefully straightened out several knots, lingered for a while, and then quietly slid to the sideburns, slowly climbing up With handsome eyebrows and sculpted eyes, and a high bridge of nose, he rubbed against his slightly pale thin lips.

A small electric current rolled over the touched skin, Feng Jiu quickly withdrew her hand, and realized that she had taken advantage of his abruptness, and a little unnaturalness flashed across her face.She bit her lip, a trace of regret and nostalgia flashed in her heart.

10 years, she and her Donghua have been separated for 10 years!

In the past, they played harmoniously and sang like glue. Even a small separation can always spark new sparks. Chengyu often used "Xiaobie is better than a newly married couple" to tease their skin hunger for hundreds of thousands of years. Patients, either this person sticks to that person, or that person hangs on this shoulder, it's really blinding!It is true that after Chengyu and Lian Song got married, she herself became one of them, so she couldn't help restraining herself from bantering, but when it comes to being shameless and unscrupulous, Donghua naturally doesn't give up much. It took a long time from the shy dodge at the beginning to the sweetness later.

When she woke up from the sweetness again and again, she finally understood one thing. In fact, compared with his passionate teasing, what she yearns for more is this warm embrace that gives her a sense of security. Everything I did for myself became the warm temperature on my folded arms, which penetrated into my heart inch by inch.And in every "Donghua" she calls softly, there is an inextricable affection and nostalgia.

Later, he disappeared.She didn't believe that he had become a fairy like others said, and insisted on waiting for him to come back.It was also from then on that she missed his callused palms, hard chest and cool lips. She lost her peaceful sleep while tossing and turning, and woke up from cold nightmares again and again, understanding what is called "Luo Que" I can't bear the cold at five o'clock", it's not that the quilt is thin and short, but that the heart is chilling.

She used to think that no matter how hard she endured, her senses were still numb during the long wait, so now that she thought about it, it was unbelievable that she could live for so long in a world without him as if nothing had happened!

However, all of this was broken the moment this Donghua appeared.The hints she had given herself hypnotically for a long time were defeated after all. She could almost hear the sound of the mask breaking, and the emotions buried deep in her heart couldn't wait to rush out. , Let her be defeated in an instant.It turned out that she hadn't forgotten or become numb, it's just that the person who allowed her to let go of her burden and be herself had never appeared.

Later, even though she knew that this Donghua was not her own Donghua, she still couldn't pick up the mask and armor in his familiar breath, and couldn't help but want to get closer, and get closer.

10 years, already 10 years! For 10 years, she has kept a thought in her heart that she dare not bring up. Where is her Donghua?If he is still there, why doesn't he come back?

Every time she thought about it, her heart shrank into a ball, unable to beat normally.

The person on the couch was not sleeping peacefully, as if he was being haunted by something, his brows furrowed deeper and deeper, his hand on his chest tightened suddenly, he curled up and clutched the clothes there, looking uncomfortable.

Most of Feng Jiu's wrists were under his body, and she was also crooked.She faced his face which turned pale again for a moment, and heard two restrained moans.

"...Donghua?" She touched his cheek hesitantly.

What answered her was a big mouthful of blood that he suddenly raised his upper body.Even so, the pain on his face still persisted, and he lay on the side of the couch, clutching his heart and gasping for breath.

"Donghua!" She stretched out her hand in horror to support the person in front of her.

Because of their intertwined hands, they were very close, and his breath was almost in their ears.She heard him call "Xiaobai" intermittently a few times, and she felt sore in her heart, she couldn't help but hugged his shoulder and patted while saying, "...I'm here!"

Donghua seemed to have just woken up at this moment, the focus in his eyes was still a little blurry, he stared blankly at Fu Rongxiang in front of him for a moment, and murmured: "...You are not...I am not...I'm sorry! "

Although the voice was soft, it really hurt Feng Jiu, and what hurt her even more was Donghua's actions: his hand that was holding Feng Jiu's wrist suddenly loosened, and he slowly moved away from her. Withdrew from her arms, turned around, leaving her with a distant view of her back.

The temperature in her hand gradually became weak, Feng Jiu stretched out her unretractable arm in vain, and looked at Donghua's back, as if there was a great barrier between them.She dryly expressed her worry: "Your injury must always be seen by someone!"

The person on the couch was silent, coughed twice and said: "No need, it's just an old illness."

"But..." There was always nothing she could do about his willfulness.

He knew what she wanted to say, so he cut off the conversation with a faint sentence: "...It's getting late, you can arrange it too!"

Feng Jiu stared at his back for a long while to no avail before leaving.

As soon as the sound of her sullen footsteps disappeared outside the door, Donghua sat up from the couch, and his eyes fell on the delicate screen. After a long time, he pressed his chest that was still throbbing, and sighed indistinctly: "So , is that so?"

He still fell asleep, the daily consumption made him have to spend some effort to recover his energy, and the most difficult battle was waiting for him, so he couldn't stop at this time.Even though he learned the news that shocked him, he still chose to continue, or in other words, the matter has come to this point, and there is no other way not to continue.

He rested in the study for two or three days, Feng Jiu did not show up, but the rest of them got the news and came to visit in turn.

Two brothers and sisters Gun Gun, one calm and the other lively, came to their father's place, seeing him rarely put on a dignified and indifferent face in front of their children, they felt a little timid, and both hesitated to speak.At times like this in the past, it probably meant that the father had already made up his mind and didn't want to listen to other people's beaks.

They actually didn't know why their father and mother were arguing again.There was indeed a similar situation in the early years, when I was young and ignorant, I would simply want to tell right from wrong, and the two children got mixed up and made a lot of jokes.Later, as I got older, I also understood that there are some things that no one else can do except the two of them, and it is unnecessary to increase troubles.

Thinking of what their mother told them, the two worriedly paid attention to their father's injury.Unexpectedly, Donghua didn't take it seriously, and dismissed it with a hasty "no problem, just rest for a few days", but turned the topic back to them.

"Is Yau You feeling better these two days? Go out after resting, don't always think about playing!"

"Go away, An An has been here for a while, if his mother misses her, she can pick him up in a few days."

His deep and clear eyes swept across their faces one by one, as if he was looking at something, and he seemed to look into the distance through them.Donghua's face was indifferent, but Gun Gun and You You felt something different from the attention.

Gun Gun suddenly thought of something, his heart sank suddenly, he opened his mouth and asked: "Father, but Father wants to..." Father said a few days ago that the world lacks vitality, and it is most beneficial to keep An An's blood by his side, but now he said Let himself take it back, unless he wants to eliminate the breath of chaos in the six realms.

Donghua suddenly interrupted: "Gun Gun, if there is any change in the Six Realms these few days, you come and tell Father!" He raised his eyes and looked at the adult youth in front of him, his eyes were deep and his expression was quite firm.

Although Youyou didn't know what her brother and father were talking about, she wasn't an ignorant child after all. She keenly sensed the oppressive atmosphere for a moment, frowned and looked at the father and son, and finally couldn't help but took a few steps, and hugged Dong Dong like she did when she was a child. Hua's arm, with unconscious sentimentality in his tone: "Father..."

Donghua's expression moved slightly, and a smile appeared on his face, no matter how old they were, they were still those two fox cubs!He gently stroked Youyou's moon-like frosty hair, and said, "Go, be good, father is going to rest!"

The steps of the two of them leaving were full of doubts, but Donghua closed his eyes slightly and didn't say much more.

The door of the study closed slowly, separating two worlds.

Donghua was amazed that he was able to think about this matter so calmly, and he was still out of his mind when he returned that day.

Maybe it's because there is a world apart, maybe it's because the unexpected direction of things can prove some signs, maybe it's because these can't shake his determination no matter what.

He talked to Gun Gun and You You with his normal expression, and meditated and adjusted his breath with his usual expression. On the surface, he looked radiant.However, this did not prevent him from falling into the same nightmare every night.

The breath of chaos that surrounds the blue sea Cangling all the time... Xiaobai's bloodless hand suddenly dropped... In the darkness, he embraced her gradually cooling body, and resolutely sacrificed Cang He...

He once comforted himself that it was an illusion. After all, Xiaobai was still staying somewhere in the Taichen Palace, but the scenes were intertwined in the sea of ​​consciousness, each time becoming clearer and more real.Compared with the breath of chaos that wandered like the wind, and the endless darkness that was as deep as ink, the coldness of his hands and the pain in his heart were particularly intense. He woke up repeatedly from the daze, clutching the wound on his chest that could not heal, unable to calm down for a long time.

He thought of the soft sigh in the mist, which was conveyed in the breath of chaos, and set off a huge wave in his heart.

He was split into two halves, half of him rationally and logically figured out the clues, and half trembled at his own discovery: in that light sigh, Xiaobai, because of some reason related to the breath of chaos, The life was dying, and the man paid the price to save her, which caused the separation of 10 years.What frustrates him even more is that, judging from the closeness of the breath of chaos, their appearance may have a great relationship with that person. That's why Bihai Cangling has received so many breaths of chaos that should have come from outside the sky.It's just that in this way, that person's return may be far away...

Is this the truth hidden in the sigh?

Not long ago, Donghua had made up his mind to dispel the breath of chaos in this world, otherwise it would be unsustainable.

At that time, what he was thinking about was ability and responsibility, but he never thought that there was an additional meaning at this time-he might be doing what that person wanted him to do, and somehow let him fall here, whether it was to make up for it or Finished?

He told Gun Gun that he had to tell Xiao Bai personally about his decision.At first he was thinking hard about how to give a reasonable explanation, but the more he knew, the more he didn't know how to speak.There is a saying that long-term pain is not as good as short-term pain, but whether it is long-term pain or short-term pain, it still hurts.He hoped that his deduction was wrong, but he couldn't turn a blind eye against his will.

Donghua's drooping long eyelashes hide the sadness in his eyes, even though this is not his world, there are many true feelings, it is hard for him not to imagine what would happen if he had such an experience.

Those who should go must go, such as him; those who should stay, let him stay, even if it is in the hope of everyone.This is probably what that person wanted.

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