Xiao Fengwu seemed to have known that he would say this. Hearing that, he lowered his head deeply. He didn't say a word. He patted the railing with his hands. The whole iron gate was buzzing.
"Not worth it—"
Xiao Fengwu's palm reddened, and he suddenly raised his eyes to look at Qin Mingyue, the expression hidden inside was a bit terrifying, word by word, throwing stones into the water, causing countless splashes: "When people drove you out of the Xiao family, it's me."
"It's because of me that you have been displaced for a few years, and the pain of severed fingers is also caused by me..."
"You don't have to die with me, you don't have to die with someone like me."
Qin Mingyue seemed to be stunned when she heard the words, her expression froze, and she hadn't reacted: "What did you say?"
Xiao Fengwu didn't speak, he knew that Qin Mingyue understood.
The world is really strange. They don’t cherish when they get it, and they regret it when they lose it. It seems that they have to keep a regret in their hearts for the rest of their lives before they can count on the five flavors of life. Xiao Fengwu thought that this might be the last time the two met. this scene.
He stretched out his hand from the railing and grabbed Qin Mingyue's cold wrist: "Mingyue..."
The blood on Qin Mingyue's face gradually faded, and he was pale, and his eyes became more and more dark and deep, making people dare not look at each other. It was so weak that it seemed as if a breath could disappear into nothingness.
Qin Mingyue only felt that her whole body was exhausted, and she couldn't even push Xiao Fengwu away, so she could only be held tightly by him. After a long time, her beautiful phoenix eyes were dyed scarlet, but the words she said had a vibrato. Asked confidently: "You have been lying to me?"
In the past, Jin Jiyu's throat was so hoarse that he couldn't speak.
The answer was only silence.
Qin Mingyue tugged at the corners of his mouth sarcastically, extremely stiff, but he was laughing at himself: "...you just treat me as a plaything, hold it in your hand when you love it, and throw it aside when you're tired of it... I think highly of myself, I'm just a fool You scumbag, can you really expect you to like me?"
"You keep taking me for a fool..."
Large tears rolled down his cheeks, ran down his thin chin, and then disappeared into the lapel of his shirt.
Qin Mingyue has not cried for many years. In the years when he was displaced, he had done all kinds of dirty work and eaten the leftovers of others, but he never cried. He knew that tears were useless. I can only grit my teeth and climb up, and I can only get to where I am today.
Xiao Fengwu had a lot of words in his heart and wanted to say it, but he felt that he should not say it at this time. He only held Qin Mingyue's hand tightly and said in a hoarse voice, "I never thought you were cheap, and I never regarded you as a plaything..."
I like you,
It's just that this love came too late.
In the past, when the rich and noble were full of friends, and when they were down, they would stand by Xiao Fengwu, and only Qin Mingyue was alone.
"boom-"
Qin Mingyue suddenly slammed a heavy punch on the railing, with great strength, making a humming sound, the barbs on the iron rail scraped the flesh, and when the hand fell, there was a meandering blood trail.
Qin Mingyue's eyes were red, and she glared at Xiao Fengwu angrily: "There is no need to say these false words!"
Xiao Fengwu was startled, let go of his left hand, and turned to look at the right hand that was dripping with blood, but was caught off guard by Qin Mingyue's wrist, and then a sharp stinging pain came from the back of his hand—
It was really painful to have the teeth embedded in the flesh. Qin Mingyue had the hatred of eating blood and drinking flesh, as if she wanted to bite off a piece of his flesh alive.
Ordinary people are probably already screaming and struggling.
Xiao Fengwu hopes that the more pain the better,
Don't let yourself die without forgetting this little play.
The moon in the sky is in the top of the Begonia tree, and the moon in the world is in his arms. Xiao Fengwu can't take him into his arms any more. He can only look at Qin Mingyue through the narrow gap through the cold barrier. into a dense net.
After a long time, Qin Mingyue finally let go of him, his face was full of tears, the corners of his lips were red with blood, and the hatred in his eyes did not diminish.
Xiao Fengwu reached out and wiped the tears from his face: "Mingyue, if I can get out alive..."
Before the words were finished, Qin Mingyue tilted her head coldly, avoided his hand, took a few steps back, and then in front of Xiao Fengwu, tore the paper on which the highly poisonous prescription was written into pieces, and said in a gloomy voice, "You You should just endure here until the day you go to the guillotine."
The paper shattered into thousands of pieces and slowly fell to the ground. Qin Mingyue turned and left without looking at him.
Xiao Fengwu still maintained the position of wiping his tears just now, his hands were frozen in the air, and he slowly retracted it for a long time.
The Xiao brothers were watching the play in the first half, but they were too scared to speak out in the second half. One of the two was smashed with blood, and the other was bitten and bleeding. The situation turned unexpectedly. Punishment is still fierce.
The surroundings were quiet, and after a long time, Xiao Fengming moved and comforted Xiao Fengwu dryly: "That what, Sixteen, look away."
When Xiao Liuge heard the words, he laughed out loud, and he couldn't be happy: "Look at what you want, it's just right, who let him cause romantic debts everywhere, the old man told you to break up with this little actor, I still pay. When you really broke, it turned out that you were not willing to let go."
At the end, he shook his head and made a conclusion: "Sixteen, Yan Fu is not shallow."
When they first came in, they were all crying, but Xiao Fengwu's heart had no turbulence. Now they don't cry, but Xiao Fengwu's emotions surged up after realizing it, and he couldn't tell whether it was astringent or bitter.
Everyone has a time when they are young and frivolous, but Xiao Fengwu's frivolity hurt Qin Mingyue.
It was a few years ago in winter. The snow was falling one after another, and the cold dripping water turned into ice. Mrs. Xiao wanted to marry his sixteenth grandson. The wife was Miss Xu Chengbi, but Xiao Fengwu was so angry that she almost shaved her hair into a nun , and finally gave up to marry someone else, and the Xiao Xu family also had a estrangement.
Just for a prank.
Just because of a play.
Xiao Fengwu's mother was also an actress, but unfortunately she passed away prematurely, but her husband was infatuated with her, and he passed away soon after.
Mrs. Xiao's most beloved son was ruined by the actor. He couldn't watch it helplessly, and his most beloved grandson also made the same mistakes.
"Sixteen! Sixteen!"
Old Mrs. Xiao leaned on crutches, tapped the ground heavily, and paced back and forth in front of Xiao Fengwu: "You are the most gifted of these grandchildren, and you will inherit the Xiao family's ancestral business in the future. He's just a showman, a man!"
Xiao Fengwu knelt on the ground, bored and didn't take it seriously.
A half-year-old boy is born with a rebellious character. The more people don't let him do something, the more he wants to do it, especially the relationship between his grandparents and grandchildren is really delicate and not as good as the rumors from the outside world.
Mrs. Xiao is old, but his eyes are shrewd and ruthless, making people dare not look directly: "In the past, when you were young, I didn't care about fooling around, but now that you are an adult, you shouldn't be confused anymore. Go back to your father's old path, he was like you back then, he was so dizzy by a lowly actor that he didn't even know his own name!"
The mean actor in his mouth is Xiao Fengwu's mother.
When Xiao Fengwu was nine years old, he died.
How did he die? It's not that the beauty is bad, it's natural and man-made disasters. After pouring a bowl of medicine, he died quietly.
Physicians can save people or kill people. Mrs. Xiao has saved countless lives in his life, but his hands are also stained with blood, and he will never be able to wash them off in this life.
"Sixteen Lang, let go as soon as possible, if you spoil him, you have to see if he can bear it." Mrs. Xiao sighed, his cloudy eyes flashed with sharp edges, like a murderous knife, he took one many years ago. The life of the actor is now approaching another life.
Xiao Fengwu didn't speak, the warm charcoal was burning in the room, but his hands and feet became cold a little bit, he thought of his mother.
She was a very beautiful woman with a soft and affectionate voice, who would sew clothes for him and tuck his quilts for him. She had a pair of beautiful phoenix eyes, her pupils were black and clean, and the sky was full of blue breeze and blue color. When she looked at herself, she always wore a smiling.
Later, he died, the body was nowhere to be found, and the tablet was not allowed to enter the ancestral temple to be worshipped with incense.
Xiao Fengwu misses her very much, but he can only tell himself not to think about it, because when he thinks about it, hatred will flow uncontrollably in his heart, but who should the hatred be against? The grandfather who raised him
It seemed to be a silent stalemate between two people, and it seemed to be Xiao Fengwu's contemplation alone.
Xiao Fengwu likes Qin Mingyue, but that love is too shallow, too shallow to be able to make long-term plans for him, too shallow to hold him on the altar, but unable to save him when he falls.
Just like Mr. Xiao said, pampering him depends on whether he can bear it.
It's like the Yin and Shang Dynasty collapsed, and all the sins are returned to Daji. It's like the Tang emperor Yang Concubine, who loves the sky, and the end is the eternal death of the soul under Mawei Po. Xiao Fengwu likes Qin Mingyue, but only knows about Zhang Yang's pile of gold and jade, and never thought about it. What kind of disaster will it bring him.
The backlog of many years has touched the bottom line of Mr. Xiao. His voice is old: "Sixteen Lang, you do it yourself, or I will do it for you."
Did he do it? How to do it? It's nothing more than repeating the old tricks and pouring a bowl of medicine down. After all, no one will care about the life and death of an actor.
I don't know if it's been an hour, or two hours, or maybe only half a cup of tea.
Xiao Fengwu slowly got up from the ground holding his knees: "...Give him some money to settle down and let him go."
At that time, Qin Mingyue liked Xiao Fengwu very much, but Xiao Fengwu liked Qin Mingyue only five points, and his feelings were not deep.
The carved wooden door opened, and the wind and snow blew into a room. Mrs. Xiao looked at his leaving back and asked, "Do you want to see him again?"
Xiao Fengwu didn't turn his head back, and the voice came from a distance wrapped in ice and snow: "It's gone."
Three words set the end of this story. It is not clear who is right and who is wrong. Sometimes things like fate are really unbearable.
When he opened his eyes again, it was still a cold and damp cell. Xiao Fengwu heard a low cry coming from the next door. He followed it and found that it was Xiao Fengming, a dignified seven-foot man, shrunk into a ball, his shoulders twitching.
Xiao Fengwu knew that he was thinking of his daughter-in-law and son.
No shame, after all, no one knows if they will die tomorrow.
Xiao Fengwu was also thinking, thinking of Qin Mingyue, he couldn't be sorry for this little actor, and it was not worth his life to accompany him.