In the past few nights, Jiang Ziyu can always hear the sound of rain outside, falling asleep to the sound of ticking water, and then dreaming countless times of Mu Yingsheng's figure on the stage, graceful and charming, just like the first time he saw him. , the other party flicked his sleeve at him, and when he stretched out his hand, he grabbed the air for a while.
He desperately called the other person's name upstairs, but Mu Yingsheng just raised his head lightly from below, looking at him lightly, without any emotion.
That night, he held Mu Yingsheng's hand, wondering if the other party's heart moved towards him even for a little bit, for a moment. Then, because of his timidity, he told the other party not to tell him the result.
Jiang Ziyu didn't know if he was regretting it.
He was lying on the bed, even if he didn't eat or drink, the pill that Shen Qingyi fed him could save his life.
In this airtight and frighteningly empty room, Jiang Ziyu's only hobby is to lie on the bed, even if he can't sleep, close his eyes, hide himself in the darkness, and imagine that Mu Yingsheng is still alive. In front of oneself, or beside him quietly, not saying a word.
It is also in sleep, feeling the only remaining warmth of the other party.
Even though there was no mirror in the room, one day when he raised his hand, he inadvertently felt the sunken cheeks and protruding bones. Jiang Ziyu thought that he must look ugly right now, but as he had more and more dreams, he had a premonition that he was about to be liberated.
Shen Qingyi spent more and more time visiting him, and sometimes even when he opened his eyes, the other party stood quietly beside his bed. The other party's gaze became more and more presumptuous and painful. One day he heard the other party's hoarse voice, but Jiang Ziyu didn't open his eyes.
"I have done so much for you, why you just don't want to like me."
Jiang Ziyu couldn't help laughing at the helplessness of the other party, Shen Qingyi said, "He just wants his love."
The kind of hot unrestrained and unreserved love.
Jiang Ziyu turned around to express his protest and ignorance of Shen Qingyi, and let the other party babble about things he didn't understand. His attitude made people feel pitiful and funny. He doesn't even know how there are such people in the world, just because of desire, they want to break up others, or mainly to torture them.
He also longed for a lifelong love, but he never thought of detaining the other party by his side.
After a long time in numbness, Jiang Ziyu didn't even know how many years had passed since Mu Ying's life and death. He spent day after day, year after year in this strange environment, in dreams.
I don't know what method Shen Qingyi used, his hair has always been black and has never turned white; but faintly, he opened his eyes and looked at the roof, as if Mu Yingsheng was smiling with him on the other side, and when he stretched out his hand, nothing happened. there is none left.
Maybe the other party also noticed something, Shen Qingyi kept feeding him some strange pills; when he touched a white head one day, Jiang Ziyu immediately burst into tears.
Everyone in the world pursues the way of longevity, but they never know that without the person they love the most by their side, it is just an endless torture.
Compared to Jiang Ziyu's excitement, Shen Qingyi was even more panicked. He kept using forbidden drugs, and even cast spells in front of ordinary people in disregard of the rules of heaven. These were just useless efforts and even accelerated his aging.
How much she hated Shen Qingyi in the past, but now she is so grateful to him.
Perhaps people will have a premonition when they are about to die, and Jiang Ziyu also has it somewhere. The light that he hadn't seen for a long time came in. With the glare of the sun, he endured the stinging eyes and saw the thin Shen Qingyi in a daze. Jiang Ziyu smiled, happy and relieved.
"Look, you've forced so much, but you haven't gotten anything; so, Shen Qingyi, what are you after?"
"You don't like me very much, but you are more unwilling. You never ask me what I want, and you don't care about my opinion. You only give me what you have and what you want. Give it to me, but don't care if I want it or if I can bear it." Jiang Ziyu coughed suddenly, the room was filled with a faint smell of blood, and when he raised his hand, he touched a piece of blood at the corner of his mouth: "I like Mu Ying But you let him be burned alive in front of me because of jealousy."
"That's a human life!" Jiang Ziyu supported his body with one hand, and grasped the opponent's sleeve weakly with the other hand. He looked at Shen Qingyi viciously, and tried hard to get closer to the opponent so that he could see clearly in his eyes. Strong and lingering hatred: "Just because he is not someone you care about, you can kill him for your own selfishness without any scruples."
"Didn't you say you like me! Didn't you say you like me!"
He wanted to shake the other party, but he lay down on the bed with a heavy loss of strength. The fall made him dizzy, covered his eyes, and even laughed out loud: "I don't ask you to love the house, but you Why would you hurt the person I love the most?"
What evil did he do to be entangled by Shen Qingyi, thus killing Mu Yingsheng.
The other party could have stayed far away from this prosperity, far away from him, and lived the life he wanted. But all of this was ruined by him.
Shen Qingyi didn't say anything, but just left. One day, the other party sat by his bed, held his hand, and called his name softly.
Jiang Ziyu didn't reply for a long time, but he heard the other party softly say, "I'll let you go."
"you're free."
He opened his eyes and looked at Shen Qingyi, the other person's eyes turned blue, seeing him looking at him with a little light in his eyes: "I have decided not to change your fate anymore."
"If that's the case, Jiang Ziyu, can you stop hating me so much?"
Jiang Ziyu pulled his hand out and closed his eyes again: "Shen Qingyi, it's too late."
If it could have been earlier, earlier, earlier when Mu Yingsheng could safely live the life he wanted, and earlier for him to go with the other party, maybe he would not hate Shen Qingyi as much as he does now.
He really couldn't figure out why Shen Qingyi would like him.
But those don't matter anymore.
Drowsiness struck, and Jiang Ziyu's eyes were once again dark and gloomy. The only light was Mu Yingsheng on the stage. The other party seemed to be singing for him alone, and he approached step by step.
Mu Yingsheng smiled at him, turned his head without bending down, half covered his face with his sleeves, and looked at him with watery eyes like spring. After turning around, his steps moved back slightly, and when the long sleeves were stretched forward, Jiang Ziyu subconsciously stretched out his hand to grab it.
After reaching out, he finally didn't fail to grab it.
The continuous rain outside the house did not know when it fell, and the branches with flower buds were still stained with raindrops. The crow flapped its wings and circled on the eaves and called a few times before flying away, and then there was the call of a magpie.
It was a cry of joy.