Later, I finally became a white lotus in the flourishing age [Quick time travel]

In the depths of the palace, the light from the lamps was dim red, casting a shadow on the densely hanging veils.

Behind the veil is the unknown, the emperor's secret thoughts.

He knelt on the ground, the ground under his knees was icy cold, the smell of burning spices in the air had not completely dissipated, and a thin sigh like a gossamer slowly floated into his ears.

"You are Yun Ting?"

"Yes." He replied softly.

In the empty hall, there was an uncomfortably long silence. Time seemed to be frozen at this moment. It was not until the burning candle made a light "splitting" sound that the candle flame was suddenly thrown up and then fell back. The silence was finally broken. break in.

"...Gu will not kill you." The man said, "You are the only thing he has left."

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Yun Ting was born in the faint twilight of an era, and witnessed the change of power between the aristocratic family and the royal family.

At that time, he was in the music hall, with a qin called Tiannv Yiyin across his lap, and a girl sitting on the ground leaned against his side, calling his brother softly.Sometimes the girl would pull his sleeves and coquettishly say in a soft voice, "Brother, teach me how to play the piano."

He bowed his head and plucked the strings, gently stroking the strings with his fingertips, and there was a melody of lingling flowing from the strings.

Outside, there was a singer singing a popular poem, and a girl with a slicked hair beside her was humming softly, harmonizing with the sound of the piano, and a kind of too illusory beauty spread silently...

Until that person broke in.

"Who is playing the piano?" The arrogant and unrestrained young man from an aristocratic family broke in, and the moment he caught sight of him, there was malice that could not be ignored.

Then, because he offended Mr. Lan's family, he was poisoned with drugs, ruining both eyes.

The world gradually dimmed in the field of vision, the ear-piercing screams and cries of the younger sister were heard, the girl's cold fingers were groping his face, her voice was hoarse and trembling, with some uncertain questions: "Brother... ..."

Yun Ting held her hand and said calmly, "It's okay."

He is just the most insignificant little person in this world, and he is an unusual luthier in this huge Jinling. Except for his relatives, not many people will feel sad for him.

After all, one's own misfortune can only become the talk of others after dinner.

However, in his short and mediocre life, there was that one person, like a shooting star with a gorgeous tail that suddenly brushed across the sky, illuminating a part of the world with an unshakable attitude, and then disappeared and left irretrievably. go.

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It was when the first thin snow fell in winter, and there was a light fragrance in the air. A group of aristocratic families had not yet smelled the danger of politics, and they were feasting and enjoying themselves in the bamboo forest as usual.

Blind, he was led step by step to the center of the banquet.

"Let's play a song." Said the aristocratic son who bought him.

He reached out and pressed the piano, "What do you want to hear?"

He was used to being treated so contemptuously, and he couldn't feel any disturbance in his heart.

Anyway, as long as there is Qin, it will be fine.

"Why don't you play "Phoenix Seeking the Phoenix"?"

Phoenix asks Phoenix.

"it is good."

He noticed the teasing in the man's words, but he didn't take it seriously, and he didn't know that this song would haunt his future life forever, like a lingering dream, until one night accompanied by With the end of his life, the ending gradually faded away.

At this moment, he played a piece of "Phoenix Seeking the Phoenix" quietly, listening to the guests in the seat teasing and chatting with each other, drinking and drinking.

As the song was coming to an end, he heard a voice from a seated guest: "If Brother Xie is satisfied, I will give him to Brother Xie."

The man said it so lightly.

Yun Ting knelt on the spot quietly, and slowly dialed out the last few tones.

He was silent silently, waiting for the unknown fate.

He heard someone teasing contemptuously from the seat: "Brother Xie, although this person's life is quite similar to Mr. Jingming's, but if it is really compared, it is like a pussy reed to a jade tree. After all, it is inferior..."

The sharp ridicule was finally interrupted by a cold voice.

The son of the Xie family, the young man who will haunt all his future dreams, said: "What did you say?"

The people on the seat stopped their voices.

This is Xie Yi.

Even after many years, when Yun Ting recalled this scene, he still couldn't help smiling.

They had an unsatisfactory first encounter and ending, one could even say... an embarrassing first encounter and ending. The beginning and ending of the story are so ruthless, but Yun Ting is still glad that he never missed it.

During the time he was brought back to Xie's house by Xie Yi, he kept thinking about what kind of person Xie Yi was.

It's a pity that I can't see it.

During the snowstorm that day, Xie Yi invited him into the house and handed him a bowl of ginger soup.

Their fingers touch.

At that moment, Yun Ting only felt some unspeakable obsession in his heart.

The feeling is so delicate and tender, like the shimmering blue light in the deep sea, swaying, coquettish, and will disappear with the waves at any time.

But it is so tenacious and domineering, slowly taking root and growing in the chest cavity, so that every day after that, it feels sour to breathe.

Xie Yi has always been a very good person, Yun Ting had thought countless times, if he could heal his eyes sooner, he would be able to see him earlier.

But later, even if he was cured, Xie Yi was no longer visible.

The downfall of the aristocratic family made all of Yunting's worries about gains and losses come to naught, and he no longer had to feel embarrassed or sad because of his dirty and humble thoughts, because all his emotions had lost their objects of sustenance.

The light-colored pear blossoms flew into the snow all over the sky, crossed the window frame, and flew into the wine-smelling wine house. On the second floor, a girl plucked the strings of the pipa and sang an unknown song softly.

This is Jinling. With the passing away of the aristocratic family, the blood-soaked city continues its graceful singing and dancing.

In this season of chilly spring and white pear blossoms, Yun Ting learned of Xie Yi's death.

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Wang Jingming is dead.

When he heard the news, Yun Ting quietly brushed off the fallen flowers on the piano.

He plucked the strings aimlessly, remembering that not long ago, the two of them had only met each other.

Yun Ting actually had some resentment against Wang Jingming. This kind of resentment climbed to the peak the moment he saw Wang Jingming for the first time, and then, like a bubble blown to the extreme, it burst silently.

The tragedy of his life stems from his similar face to Wang Jingming.

The moment he saw Wang Jingming, he seemed to suddenly understand that what those people said at the beginning "Pampas grass is to Yushu" is indeed true.

He even thought, was it because of this similarity that he was able to meet Xie Yi back then?But, as those people say, a fake is a fake.

So, not even resentment.

Wang Jingming was already seriously ill—from the day Xie Yi passed away, he had been sick like a mountain.

But now that he was standing in front of Yun Ting, even though he was barely alive, his eyes were frighteningly bright, as if all his vitality had burst out at this moment.

"I don't believe Xie Yi is dead." Wang Jingming said.

Yun Ting's face was calm.

Perhaps other people would show mocking smiles at this time, mocking Wang Jingming's hypocrisy, but Yun Ting would not.

He didn't know if Xie Yi was really dead, and he didn't even care if Xie Yi was dead, or for him, the death of the person he admired in his heart was something that made him somewhat happy.

——Look, Xie Yi is dead, and you will always remember Xie Yi.

Wang Jingming knelt in front of him, his voice was very soft, as if he was talking to himself, or to Yun Ting: "I have given him the jade pendant, so he will not die."

——What’s the matter, none of you will be thanked.

The corners of Yun Ting's lips curled up slightly, he didn't speak, but just quietly looked at Qin in front of him with downcast eyes.

Wang Jingming didn't know what was going on in his mind, he seemed to have fallen into a boundless nightmare, chasing after an ethereal shadow, talking upside down in a somewhat illusory voice.

"Xie Yi shouldn't die...why did he die..."

"The jade pendant is in his hand, I don't believe he will die..."

Finally, Yun stopped talking.

His voice was beautiful, like the softest wind in the south of the Yangtze River, but the moment he spoke, Wang Jingming was stunned: "If he hadn't died, what would it be like now?"

Wang Jingming looked at Yun Ting, and the two extremely similar faces looked at each other.

At this time, the well-known Mr. Jing Ming seemed to be surprised by something, and stood up hastily, even turning over the tea on the table with his wide and empty sleeves.

The tea dripped down the table and wet the sleeves of the two, but no one paid attention to it.

Wang Jingming stared blankly at Yun Ting, his lips parted, and he hesitated to speak. Finally, he coughed heavily, and bright red blood stained his light-colored sleeves in an instant.

Wang Jingming finally stopped coughing. He stretched out his hand to wipe the blood dripping from the corner of his mouth, panting.

He couldn't say anything.

It's just like what Qiao Shishi said back then—whether a person like him is alive or dead, is it a pity, right?

Who knows, is it better for Xie Yi to be alive than dead?

Yun Ting stretched out his hand to hold the cup in front of him, his thin fingertips gently twitched the delicate white porcelain, and said slowly: "Just like this cup, it is precious if it is white and flawless. It’s no longer worth cherishing.”

Just treat it as if Xie Yi was buried for the glory of the family.

He will die in the most beautiful years, and there will be pear blossoms all over Jinling to commemorate his death. "Thank you for everything.

Yun Ting couldn't help smiling, his eyes had an illusory brilliance, as if he had fallen into a beautiful and intoxicated fantasy fairyland, indulged unconsciously.He weaves for himself a dream that is too perfect, and a shadow that is too perfect.

"Thank you..."

Thank you.

Xie Yi died forever in the most beautiful moment in his memory, unblemished and radiant.