Perhaps it was due to the will of God that Fu Shen's jade pendant was left in the small courtyard in the county town. The impermanent fate is like a giant hand, which can easily stir up the situation, turn the world upside down, and easily cut off this young friendship that has not been hot and has been dead.
Fu Shen still does not want to recall the exact circumstances of that day. He has encountered many ups and downs in his life, life and death events, each of which is heavier than this, dripping with blood; he is not a weak person, and will allow himself to indulge in memories. However, perhaps the first injury was always particularly painful, and this incident itself was an exception, because it, together with the series of events that followed, tragically announced the end of his boyhood.
It takes only half an hour to return to the county seat from the original road. However, since Fu Shen entered the city, he felt an unprecedented subtle atmosphere. There seemed to be fewer people in the city. There were very few people walking on the streets. Every house was closed.
When Fu Shen led the horse into the alley, the door of the courtyard was pushed open from the inside.
Two people who were not supposed to be here at this time met so unexpectedly.
He stood there in a daze, as if he had been hit in the head with a stick, his eyes were lost, his lips parted, but all he made were breath sounds—
"Yan, night, cold."
Fu Shen was like falling into an ice cave, he even had to grit his teeth and clench his fists to control himself from trembling. The moment he saw that person, his subconscious was completely clear, but his mind seemed to be unable to react. It was chaotic and vague. He could only call out Yan Xiaohan's name, but he couldn't say anything else.
why are you here
What are you doing here
Why do you want to... lie to me
Yan Xiaohan was probably caught off guard, but he was much calmer than Fu Shen.
He even pushed the door further open, and dozens of Feilongwei filed out. In the shadow of swords and swords in the cold ground, Yan Xiaohan asked naturally and casually, "Why are you back?"
Fu Shen said, "I lost a piece of jade pendant, and I only found it on the way, so I came back to find it."
Yan Xiaohan tapped his palm in annoyance, shook his head and said, "No wonder. It could have been foolproof."
Fu Shen gritted his teeth and said, "Yesterday I deliberately reminded the imperial court to strictly investigate the fugitives, and today I sent people to follow me to find them here. After I leave, they will catch all the people. In this way, you have caught the prisoner without knowing it. And I was kept in the dark and could not suspect you in any way.
"What a bright plank road to keep Chencang in the dark, and a good one who waits for the rabbits and waits for work! Mr. Yan is well-intentioned, and a mere commander of the forbidden army, I really wronged you."
Yan Xiaohan didn't seem to be able to hear the irony in his words, and cupped his hands: "In order to capture the fugitives, this is the only way to catch the fugitive. Don't blame Mr. Fu for the helpless act."
Fu Shen smiled: "I don't blame you."
"If you want to blame, blame me for meddling with my own business and bringing the wolf into the room," he stared at Yan Xiaohan, his eyes sharp as a knife, and slowly said, "I was blind at first, so I recognized the wolf as a sheep, and now it bites me back. , and I deserve it."
Yan Xiaohan stood with his hands behind his back, without showing any anger on his face, he said lightly, "I'm sorry."
Fu Shen showed no mercy and refused indifferently: "Forget it, I can't bear it."
The two were deadlocked for a long time, Yan Xiaohan finally stretched out one hand from behind and spread out his palm, revealing the smooth and moist suet white jade pendant inside, hollowed out and rounded with two high-flying flowers, the mesh on the jade pendant was loose, and the color was old Dim, at first glance, it is a common thing to wear.
"Is it this one?" he asked.
Without saying a word, Fu Shen lifted the jade pendant while holding the tassels. Yan Xiaohan's palm was empty, as if he curled his fingers uncomfortably, then retracted his hand.
At this point, they have nothing to say, it is difficult to break the mirror, and it is difficult to close the water. Betrayal and deceit are put on the table in the most straightforward manner, whether they are guilty of conscience, apologize, or even be justified, the facts have been settled, and the attitude cannot be changed.
According to Fu Shen's previous temper, it was not surprising that he scolded and even waved fists at each other, but now he just felt tired and wanted to find a place to close his eyes and sleep. Yan Xiaohan's stab was too precise and ruthless, nailing him firmly, and before the blood leaked out, he had already lost the strength to resist and struggle.
Maybe it's not all Yan Xiaohan's fault. Fu Shen was completely unprepared, so he just pointed at his chest and let someone stab him here, wouldn't he be stupid
"Fu Shen." When he was about to leave, Yan Xiaohan suddenly stopped him from behind.
He said, "I once told you that the identities of you and me, one is in the sky and the other is in the ground, is the difference between clouds and mud."
Fu Shen stopped.
"It's my fault that it broke your heart. But if today's matter were to be repeated again, I would still choose to do it."
The iron-hearted Feilongwei finally tore off his immobile mask, and for the first time in his life exposed his ambitions and desires to others.
"There are three, six and nine levels in the mud pile. Although I am deeply immersed, I also want to make a way to survive in the mud."
There were a few crisp applause from the front, and Fu Shen finally turned around, his long eyebrows were raised, his lips were smiling, and the contempt and sarcasm in his eyes could be seen at a glance.
"It's really touching. It's a pity that I didn't think so," he said softly. "Master Yan, can you still see clearly? No one is forcing you.
After saying this, he turned his head and walked out of the alley.
Fu Shen also wanted to leave without hesitation, but every time he took a step, the knife in his heart seemed to be pulled out by someone. .
This alley seemed to have no end. He knew that someone was watching from behind, so he tried his best to straighten his back. But the stiffer it was, the more invisible those pains became.
In a trance, a figure appeared in front of him. His back was not broad, but he was very straight. He squatted in front of him and motioned for him to come up.
Fu Shen suddenly became ruthless, turned around abruptly, and smashed the Lingxiaohua jade pendant in his hand to the ground.
There was a crisp sound, and fragments flew.
"From now on, you and I will be so jaded."
He refused to take another look, as if he had left everything behind. Yan Xiaohan stared at the debris on the ground, as if he saw Fu Shen's red eyes when he turned his head.
In terms of friendship, they don't seem to be much different from ordinary friends. For this break, it would be too much to say that it was due to grace, and it was not entirely because of disagreements. He vaguely knew in his heart that he seemed to have lost something deeper and more fragile than friendship.
Like jade, it is broken all over the ground, probably full of unreserved trust, and a sincere heart that is still young and ignorant.
Fu Shen galloped out of the city on a horse all the way, his figure was like an arrow from the string, and the sky was full of dust. Fortunately, there are few people in the city, and there is a large wasteland outside the city. The wild wind in the countryside was like an overwhelming ocean wave, blowing his robes, his eyes blurred, and he vented his anger in the masochistic collision.
When he finally stopped exhausted, Fu Shen raised his hand and touched the corner of his eye, and found that it was actually dry.
I don't know if I didn't cry or if it was blown dry by the wind.
At one point in his spirits, he felt that he should rush back to the city with a knife to kill Yan Xiaohan; at one point in depression, he just wanted to find a secluded place to drink a thousand cups and mourn for feeding the dog with sincerity. But these thoughts flashed in his mind, and they were fleeting. When he finally stopped, Fu Shen didn't want to do anything.
How can they come back together? He didn't believe in evil at first, but he finally became one of thousands of lessons.
Now that you know it's wrong, when it's time to let go, let it go.
The wind was blowing, and the surrounding fields were vast. Fu Shen said to himself, "Isn't it just a white-eyed wolf? I was bitten, am I still alive?"
Having said that, after returning to the mansion, when Fu Shen saw the bow box that he treasured in his bedroom, Fu Shen's nose was inevitably sour. He endured this unspeakable sadness, and called a servant in: "Take this box to the warehouse."
The servant asked, "Is it in the public warehouse or in the young master's courtyard?"
Fu Shen originally wanted to say that the farther you take it, the better, but the words came to his mouth, and he was afraid that the bow and arrow would be taken and abused by others, and the bow and arrow would be choked up in his throat, but he finally admitted it badly: "Take it... Now, take it to my yard."
After thinking about it, he added another sentence: "It's good to keep it, don't touch the water, don't let the insects eat it."
Fortunately, they had known each other not long ago, and their relationship was not close. Only that one thing was related to the surname Yan. After the bow box was moved out, Fu Shen finally stopped being so panicked, and when he came back, he lay flat on the bed.
The ups and downs, the great sorrow and the great joy were the most disturbing, and Fu Shen somehow fell asleep in a daze. In the dream, he returned to the cliff of Baoyan Mountain. This time, there were no wild boars, only Yan Xiaohan, who had killed a thousand knives, was hanging on the cliff with one hand, with a bottomless abyss beneath his feet.
In the dream, Yan Xiao was as cold as ice and refused to cry out for help. Fu Shen was anxious and angry, but he was worried about something and did not reach out to pull him.
"Why are you lying to me?"
What he didn't ask in reality was finally asked in his dream. Fu Shen paced back and forth on the edge of the cliff, gasping for breath, and suddenly collapsed and shouted, "You're lying to me! After you lied last time, you're going to lie again this time! Jump, if you feel like it, jump down!"
After shouting this, he suddenly jolted and woke up.
It was already dark outside the window, and he slept through the afternoon without knowing it. Fu Tingxin was standing beside his bed, his face was slightly haggard. Seeing him awake, he asked with concern, "Why don't you take off your clothes and go to sleep? Did you have a nightmare just now?"
Fu Shen looked down and found that his hand was firmly pressing his chest. No wonder he felt breathless in the dream just now.
He rolled over to get up, moved his aching and stiff shoulders and neck, and suddenly noticed that Fu Tingxin was dressed in plain clothes and well-groomed. His heart sank for no reason and asked, "Second uncle, are you going out?"
"I just received the news from the palace," Fu Tingxin said slowly, "Mr. Jin could not bear the torture. He cut his wrists with broken porcelain in prison, leaving a four-character last word... He committed suicide."
God's will is like a knife. It seemed that the previous stab was not deep enough or painful enough.
Fu Shen was instantly awe-inspiring.
"What did he… write?"
Fu Tingxin closed his eyes exhaustedly, the choked sob in his throat was finally uncontrollable, and a hot tear rolled down—
"It was written, 'Pitch with no shame.'"
The author has something to say: Lingxiao flower-shaped jade pendant is a common jade pendant style in ancient times, and has no special meaning. There are physical maps of Song and Ming dynasties on the Internet.