The chaos soon subsided. Lu Yunchu dragged Wen Zhan to hide in a corner and waited until the place was cleaned before pulling him out.
She was still frightened and patted her chest: "It was a close call. If I had known there would be such a scene today, I would never have brought you out." She turned her head to look at Wen Zhan's pale face and said, "What if I accidentally hurt you?" The candle was so dim that even the slightest breeze could blow it out.
Wen Zhan lowered his head, his fingers trembling slightly, and slowly clenched his hand.
"Mrs. Lu!" Someone called her. Lu Yunchu turned around and met Liu Zhixu's earnest gaze.
Liu Zhixu bowed to her and said in a gentle voice, "Thank you very much, benefactor."
Lu Yunchu was dumbfounded. Benefactor
She glanced at Wen Jue who was chasing after her, then looked at Liu Zhixu in front of her, and suddenly realized that something seemed wrong.
"You stepped forward in such a chaotic situation, disregarding your dignity, distracting the assassin and giving others a chance to rescue Zhixu. Zhixu will never forget this kindness."
Feeling Wen Jue's resentful gaze, Lu Yunchu's messy mind suddenly became clear, and his breathing stagnated for a moment.
Just now, she was standing there, and the words that came out of her mouth were not in accordance with the original lines. From being able to slightly change her actions to being able to slightly change her lines, everything was like a butterfly effect. Slight changes allowed the constraints of the plot to be relaxed step by step. Now, an important plot was inexplicably replaced by her.
She was a little flustered, but more of a feeling of overwhelmed joy. She helped Liu Zhixu up and stammered, "Miss Liu, you don't have to be polite. The person who saved you was the one who dealt with the assassin. How can I be called a 'benefactor'?"
Liu Zhixu smiled even more gently: "It was you who acted decisively and said those words without hesitation that gave others the opportunity to take action."
Wait a minute... What does it mean to act decisively and risk your dignity? Miss Liu, do you have any misunderstanding about me
Lu Yunchu laughed awkwardly three times.
"Cough cough." A cough was heard behind him. Lu Yunchu turned around and saw Wen Zhan raising his arm and covering his face with his sleeve, coughing lightly.
Her heart immediately rose in tension, but the next moment she felt something was wrong. In the past, when she argued with Wen Jue, Wen Zhan would also cover his face with his sleeves and cough lightly, so...was he laughing secretly
Lu Yunchu scratched his head in confusion and stared at him, trying to observe if there was anything wrong from his expression.
But Wen Zhan habitually lowered his head and stared at the ground, and it was difficult to see his eyes from this angle.
Before Lu Yunchu could figure out anything, he was interrupted by Wen Jue.
"Hey, why are you staring at him like that?" He didn't know why he particularly disliked Lu Yunchu, especially after what happened just now. He always felt that something particularly important was taken away by her.
Lu Yunchu rolled his eyes at the sky and turned back, "He is my legitimate husband... Bah, anyway, he is my legitimate husband. If I don't stare at him, then am I staring at you?"
Wen Jue was choked by her ignorance and shamelessness.
Liu Zhixu couldn't help but pick up the embroidered handkerchief and wipe the corners of her lips. She wasn't making fun of Lu Yunchu's ignorance, but the misuse of the term "formal marriage" was so cute and funny.
She secretly looked up and glanced at the Second Young Master Wen, whom she had never seen before, and was a little worried that he would be angry. How could a husband tolerate his wife talking nonsense like this
But Wen Zhan lowered his head, his face expressionless, but the corners of his mouth were secretly raised.
Lu Yunchu felt that he was a little inferior in momentum just now, so he pulled Wen Zhan's sleeve, raised his head and said to Wen Jue: "It's really a pity to come to this banquet today, let's go home together as husband and wife!" After saying that, he glanced at Liu Zhixu, thinking that you and the heroine had a tragic love affair and broke up and got together again and again before they could be together in the finale, so I thought you were jealous.
She arrogantly took Wen Zhan away, leaving Wen Jue standing there, fuming with anger.
Wen Zhan was tall and had long legs. Lu Yunchu was holding his sleeve and walking angrily in front of him. He could only slow down and follow her.
After walking for a while, Lu Yunchu finally reacted and tugged at his sleeve: "Follow me."
So Wen Zhan stepped forward and walked side by side with her.
After two lifetimes, Lu Yunchu's memory of the plot has long been blurred. When he read the book, he skimmed through it quickly, and when he saw the supporting roles, he quickly skipped over them. Now he can't even remember his own role, but he still remembers the emotional scenes between the male and female protagonists. If he had known this, he would definitely not skip ahead.
She tried hard to recall the plot. After the hero and heroine experienced the assassination today, they began a long period of ambiguity, sometimes being affectionate and sometimes using knives to flirt with each other. And the vicious female supporting role seemed to have not appeared for a while after that
Lu Yunchu shook her head, she really couldn't remember. She muttered and complained: "Really, why did they ask me to come when I'm not needed, and on the fifteenth night, such a beautiful full moon night-" She looked up and stopped talking suddenly.
The dark blue sky was like a piece of stretched silk, the moonlight was clear and bright, and the bright moon was hanging high in the sky - but it was missing a corner, and was far from a full moon.
Fragmented images flashed through her mind, and she suddenly realized that in her previous two lives, she had never seen a full moon every time she looked up at the sky. At that time, she was exhausted and had no mood to appreciate the moon, so she didn't care about the shape of the waning moon.
She stopped and stared at the moon, wondering why the shape of the moon seemed so familiar to her.
The picture in my mind gradually became clearer.
The window is opened, and Wen Zhan is sitting in front of it, quietly looking at the moon. The dark blue sky and the waning moon are hanging high in the sky...
There was no difference between the moon then and the moon today.
She suddenly turned her head to look at Wen Zhan. So, when he sat in front of the window and looked at the moon every day, was he always looking at the same shape of moon
The weird and absurd scene made her feel a little breathless. She involuntarily loosened her hand that was pinching Wen Zhan's sleeve, took a half step back, and tried to digest this fact.
Although she has long known that this world is absurd, with NPCs who cannot control themselves and a world background that serves as a foil for the development of the hero and heroine, but... she has always believed that only the characters are fake. In this world, there is also light that shines on everything, warm human fireworks, wild grass that grows wantonly, and flowers that bloom with all their might. These are the meaning of her hard struggle and hard work. She didn't expect that even these are fake.
If even this world is so absurd and chaotic, is there any need to struggle and resist
Her eyes fell on Wen Zhan's figure shrouded in the cold moonlight.
She heard herself asking the person in front of her in a trembling voice: "Wen Zhan, is the full moon beautiful tonight?"
Wen Zhan lowered his eyes and stood there quietly without moving, as if he didn't hear her question.
Where Lu Yunchu couldn't see, his right hand kept shaking. He wanted to clench his fingers, but he could only bend them with trembling hands.
Just when she thought he wouldn't answer, Wen Zhan nodded gently.
Lu Yunchu felt a huge feeling of powerlessness swallowing him up.
She took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and calmed herself down.
Yes, this world is ridiculous, so ridiculous that it is despairing.
But she should not be depressed, because she came from a book, her past was real, her feelings were real too, and they would not be erased by the falsehood of this world.
She couldn't help but feel lucky. If she had been born into this world from the beginning, how miserable would she be? Everything was fake, so how could she judge whether she was real? Even if she could break free from the constraints of the plot, what would be waiting for her in the end? If everything was nothing, it would be better to never wake up.
Wen Zhan's right hand was still trembling. Although his palm was intact, it felt as if the skin and flesh were torn apart and bleeding continuously. Only trembling could relieve the excruciating pain.
He couldn't help but look up and secretly glanced at Lu Yunchu.
Just a glance, then lowered his head again.
When Lu Yunchu opened his eyes again, the negativity and panic in his eyes had completely disappeared. He smiled and said to Wen Zhan, "Let's go. It's cold at night. Don't stand there like an idiot."
After saying that, he took the lead and walked into the yard, and Wen Zhan quickly followed.
After returning to the room, Lu Yunchu turned on the lamp, filling the room with warm light, and said to Wen Zhan, "You haven't drunk today's medicine soup yet. I'll go heat it up and bring it to you."
After Lu Yunchu left, Wen Zhan sat quietly at the table. He felt that the candlelight was a bit dazzling and subconsciously wanted to extinguish it.
I reached out my hand and realized that the candlelight was very dim, not even blinding.
He was just about to withdraw his hand when suddenly, he was struck by a sharp pain. With a loud bang, he fell to his knees, knocking over the table and causing the candlestick to fall. The faint light went out and the room was plunged into thick darkness.
Lu Yunchu came back with the medicine and noticed something was wrong before he even approached the room. The room looked pitch dark. Where was Wen Zhan
She walked over quickly and placed the medicine bowl on the high table at the entrance.
After entering the door, she fumbled to light the oil lamp, walked into the house, and saw the overturned tables and chairs and the candles that had rolled to the side. She suddenly panicked and hurriedly ran into the inner room.
"Wen Zhan!" She called Wen Zhan's name in panic and searched the entire room, but still couldn't find him.
She tried to calm herself down, slowed her breathing, and listened to the movements in the house.
The room was dead silent, but faint gasps seemed to be heard.
It’s a small Buddhist temple.
She quickly ran towards the direction where the sound came from.
The warm light of the oil lamp flickered, illuminating the dark little Buddhist hall, and also illuminating Wen Zhan who was hiding under the cabinet.
Wen Zhan was trembling all over, covered in cold sweat, sobbing silently, and curled up.
He closed his eyes, and when he felt the light, he suddenly struggled violently and tried desperately to hide in the cupboard.
Lu Yunchu didn't care about the heat and immediately extinguished the wick of the oil lamp and threw it aside: "I'll turn off the light, I'll turn off the light, don't be afraid."
When Wen Zhan heard her voice, he hid even more. Lu Yunchu then felt a sour smell in the room. He vomited again.
She remembered his previous resistance and tried to make her voice gentle: "It's okay, I don't mind, I—"
Before he could finish his words, blood oozed from Wen Zhan's pale lips.
Biting the tongue!
Lu Yunchu didn't care about anything else. He rushed to him, helped him up, pinched his chin and forced his mouth open, trying to put his wrist in.
But Wen Zhan was unwilling to bite her hand even though it hurt a lot.
Suddenly, Wen Zhan suddenly bent forward, as if he had been stabbed in the back. Lu Yunchu quickly stroked his back, almost crying anxiously: "What's wrong with your back?"
Wen Zhan couldn't answer her. He opened his red eyes, and his clear eyes lost focus as he looked at her through the mist.
This feeling of powerlessness was so terrible. Lu Yunchu held him in his arms and could do nothing but keep calling his name.
Another wave of intense pain came over him. Wen Zhan arched his back in pain, trembling until he was about to have a convulsion. He used all his strength to push Lu Yunchu away.
Lu Yunchu was kneeling on the ground, and was pushed by him, falling backwards without any preparation.
She looked at Wen Zhan.
Wen Zhan curled up on the ground, the pleading and resistance in his empty eyes were like a steel knife, scraping her heart mercilessly.
Lu Yunchu stood up and tried to get closer to him. Just as he got closer, he saw Wen Zhan trembling even more violently and he could hardly bear it.
She quickly backed away: "I'm not coming! I'm not coming! I'm sorry."
After she finished speaking, she found that she had already burst into tears. She hated herself for being useless, and her mind was in a mess at this time. She could do nothing but cry.
If her approach would really make Wen Zhan more miserable, then she would have no choice but to leave as she watched him suffer.
Lu Yunchu turned around, gritted his teeth, and pushed himself out.
Just as she took a step, someone suddenly grabbed the hem of her skirt.
She turned around and saw Wen Zhan lying on the ground, his pale hands tightly grasping the hem of her skirt.
This was the first time he reached out to her.
Lu Yunchu turned around without hesitation, knelt on the ground, and hugged Wen Zhan tightly.
She stroked his back with her palms, pressed her forehead tightly against the top of his head, and kept calling his name, trying to soothe his pain with her hug, hoping that she could share his pain.
Wen Zhan was soaked in cold sweat, as if he had just been pulled out of the water. There was filth on the hem of his clothes, and he looked extremely disheveled.
But Lu Yunchu didn't show any sign of disgust. He just held him like that, holding him for a long, long time, willing to merge into the darkness with him.
This hug has nothing to do with love, but it is full of power.
I don’t know how long it took, maybe a long time, but the pain finally disappeared.
Wen Zhan raised his arms and, using the last bit of his strength, hugged her back.