The night is as cool as water, with the sound of wind penetrating through the window lattice, the rolled up dust clings to the bed curtain and floats up.
On the couch, Ji Jiu lifted the curtain, seemed to feel something, but waited and waited, the room was silent, and there was no one after the wind. In the dark night, the air is cold and the lights and candles are dimmed. In such an atmosphere, this simple study room is suddenly quiet and lonely. The January time he sneaked out of his life was supposed to be shared with his wife and children, but on the first day of his return home, he saw the woman in his arms as his face on the bed, as if he was watching himself being overwhelmed. Underneath... But he couldn't even escape, he gritted his teeth and hurriedly finished, before pretending to leave as if nothing had happened.
From now on, the joy and joy in this ordinary family's boudoir has nothing to do with him. Even if he didn't want to admit that the monster's influence on him was indelible, like the old wound, even if it healed, there would still be scars left, hideous and shapeless.
Ji Jiu got up, put on a robe and sat on the couch, the moonlight came into the house, and the sky and the earth in front of the couch were as clear as stagnant water, after watching for a while, he went out.
There was no one in the courtyard, he was walking in the courtyard with only his underwear on, with disheveled hair, the night wind lifted his hair, and it rose and fell, as if there was an invisible hand in the air, caressing reluctantly.
In this life, there are no more flowers and plants in his courtyard, the peonies in full bloom, the roses spreading across the courtyard wall, the bright red and light yellow, all the charming and beautiful scenes have disappeared. Shen Qingxuan's life, like a flower, bloomed desperately and crazily for thirteen years and withered suddenly, but he kept a low profile to the point of simplicity. It was as if the intensity of that life had exhausted his mental strength, and he just wanted to spend this life calmly and quietly, simpler, simpler, he had already exhausted his whole life and could not afford to waste it any more. Standing by the Sansheng Stone, Shen Qingxuan watched his short life quietly with a ray of ghost, then took Mengpo soup and drank it calmly without hesitation.
He has loved, loved but could not, no complaints and no regrets. In the next life, he didn't want to love, and he didn't want to let himself live the days of oppression and forbearance every day.
He was so forbearing that he didn't even dare to say a word of liking. Depressed until the last month, the white-haired Shen Qingxuan looked at Yi Mo who was just in his prime, and didn't dare to ask, do you regret that you were angry with me back then and ruined my youth
Have you ever regretted it
Shen Qingxuan didn't dare to ask. I don't think about the answer any more.
He is dead, Yi Mo should forget, and then become a fairy.
Stepping over the Naihe Bridge, Shen Qingxuan died and Ji Jiu was born.
Unknowingly walking out of the courtyard gate, there is another high wall. The road between the walls is square and without decoration. The mansion and pavilions are all made in this way, as if the pattern drawn by the craftsmen with a ruler, neat and correct, There is no running water on the trestle bridge, and no moonlight in the lotus pond. However, because it occupies a huge area, it creates a kind of spaciousness and a kind of solemnity. Ji Jiu walked slowly under the shadow of the high wall, occasionally walked into the moonlight, and quickly retreated to the dark place, silently and silently.
Unknowingly, I walked to the side courtyard, where guests live. Ji Jiu remembered that this was the courtyard where Shen Jue lived, paused, opened the courtyard door and walked in. There was no sound in the courtyard, but there was light. The candlelight reflected through the tulle on the window, and sprinkled on the steps of the window, covering a layer of orange. It was already late at night, and Shen Jue hadn't slept yet.
Through the window, Ji Jiu saw two figures in the room, who seemed to be drinking at the table. Occasionally there was a conversation, the voice was familiar, it was the monster and Shen Jue, but they couldn't quite hear what they were talking about. Ji Jiu didn't want to be an eavesdropper, so he turned to leave, but when he heard the word "emperor", he stopped and turned back.
At that time, Shen Jue was talking to Yi Mo about the emperor in the imperial city, he was very heroic, very interesting. Then there was a sudden pause, the father and son looked at each other, then silently turned their heads to look out the window. How interesting that man was listening to the wall.
Yi Mo put down the wine glass, as if he didn't understand everything, he continued the previous conversation, saying: "I think it's interesting, it's because I've thought about it."
"Maybe." Shen Jue said sharply, after a moment of silence, he suddenly smiled and said, "He has seen my real body, but he doesn't care about it, and he is still interested. Such a person is unparalleled in the world."
Yi Mo raised his eyebrows, but did not answer this sentence. In that life, Shen Qingxuan knew that he was a demon, so he didn't show any timidity. Later when he showed his real body, that person gave him a fright but he didn't push him away.
Perhaps this is the sorrow of the demon, the human form is good, which makes people happy. Once the real body was revealed, those who were happy before were afraid and fled. In the vast sea of people, if you meet someone who is not afraid or afraid, but dares to stick to it, you will have a little more appreciation, and even pity and cherish, and it will spontaneously arise.
Yi Mo poured the wine himself, and put it to his lips, as if he was just talking casually: "I have lived for more than a thousand years, and I have only met a human being who dares to hug my real body." After drinking the wine, Put down the empty glass.
The cold liquid slid into the throat, warming the throat and stomach, but not the heart. The person who would hold him to the tip of his heart is no longer there.
Shen Jue refilled him with wine, put down the jug, and said in silence for a moment: "Daddy is going to find the court of the Huns, can father help him?"
Yi Mo shook his head, "No."
"This journey is difficult and dangerous, and the child may not be able to protect the child even if his knowledge is simple. Is it true that the father will not go?"
"In his heart, this is his life's work, and others are not allowed to interfere. Even if I helped him send him to the Huns, and drew him a picture, he would not appreciate it. He has to do his own work." Yi Mo said lightly. : "Otherwise his life will be meaningless, and when he dies in the future, standing in front of the Three Lives Stone, he will blame me for troublesome things."
Yi Mo said lightly, picked up the wine, and sipped slowly, but remembered the scene of that year when the catastrophe was over, he went back to the mountain to shed his skin, and the man went to his parents to plead guilty at this time, and was injured all over his body.
It's always been like this. He will never shirk what he should do, and he will never shirk what he should suffer no matter how hard it is. Never take chances and opportunistically just because there are powerful demons around you.
It is said to be cunning and cunning, but it is frank and troublesome. It is said to be upright, but it often uses treacherous means. It is such a contradictory temperament that makes Shen Qingxuan so crazy and decisive. Make him reluctant to let go.
Shen Jue nodded, agreed with his words, and said, "I'll do my best." Saying this, she couldn't help but look out the window at the person who kept calling him "Daddy". In this life, besides him, there are two other people who also have the qualifications to call him father. Shen Jue has no resentment in her heart, she knows that she is the only one who can't let go of this family relationship, and the one who is reluctant to part with it is only herself. But the man under the window drank Mengpo soup, forgot about the past, married a wife and had children is normal in the world, he doesn't blame him. If one really looked into it carefully, father's life and the days of love between his children and his children were not as much as he had earned in a year.
Which of the youngest sons and daughters in this life has really enjoyed the affection between father and son? Ji Jiu, who has become a general, is not at home all year round. How could it compare to him, the joy and innocence of snuggling in Shen Qingxuan's arms every day when he was young.
Yi Mo drank the last glass of wine, got up and said, "It's late, I'm leaving."
Shen Jue stood up, but asked, "Where are you going?"
Yi Mo said: "Whatever you want." Whatever you want, you don't care. He is a demon, he doesn't need human's soft couch, he is not restrained, he can fall asleep even lying on the side of the road, and he can practice even by guarding a dead branch. The world is vast, and it is easy for him to find a place to live. It's just that more than a hundred years ago, Shen Qingxuan was never known, and he was wandering around the world; a hundred years later, when Shen Qingxuan was buried in the earth, he was displaced.
Wandering so far.
Ji Jiu stood under the window, with a blank face, no emotions, no sorrow, no resentment, just stood there quietly, listening, and then looked up at the moon in the sky, the halo of the moon shrouded On his face, his face was blurred, and the edges and corners were coated with a layer of soft light, completely bright and peaceful, but cold and desolate.
The door creaked and opened.
Yi Mo came out from behind the door, stood on the threshold, turned his face, his eyes were as black as ink, shining in the faint light, facing the opposite side, staring blankly at each other.
The eyes collided, as if the ancient rocks covered with vegetation were fissuring, there was an undercurrent surging under the surface, dust and mud trembled and swayed, the undercurrent broke through the ground, and instantly covered the sky and swept over, Ji Jiu's whole body was shaking slightly trembling.
Emo walked over.
His feet are silent, but they seem to carry a tremendous force. Every step seems to leave footprints on the ground. The footprints are step by step, from far to near, from shallow to deep, slowly but powerfully. As if to step on Ji Jiu's heart, as if to crush his existing world. Ji Jiu trembled even more.
Finally standing still in front of him, Yi Mo looked into his eyes and calmed down.
It was as if a violent storm was sweeping, with a tendency to destroy, but in front of this person, all the fierce and possible destruction were put away. Just standing, quietly, looking at each other silently, guarding him in front of her eyes.
Ji Jiu closed her eyes, opened them again, and asked in a low voice, "Who are you?"
"Demon." He replied.
"What's your name?" he asked again.
"Imo."
"who I am?"
Yi Mo lowered his eyes slightly, and asked back, "Who do you want to be?"
"Ji Jiu." He opened his eyes wide, calm and firm: "I'm Ji Jiu."
Yi Mo looked at him seriously, then nodded, "You are Ji Jiu."
It's Ji Jiu. Immo said.
Ji Jiu stood where he was, with the wind blowing from behind, his black hair fluttered in a mess, and struck backwards, covering his face.
An arm stretched out, and the jet-black toga with large sleeves embraced the thinly clad Ji Jiu into his arms.
The sound of the wind stops suddenly, the cold air dissipates, and the wide sleeves of the robe are like a cloth tent like an iron wall, completely blocking the wind and rain from the outside world, leaving only a faint fragrance of grass and trees, and the world is peaceful.