For a moment, there seemed to be a great sadness pressing down on Shen Jue's heart, heavy, like a tombstone full of dust, Shen Jue's tongue had an indescribable bitterness, as if a pot of bitter tea was poured into the cavity, so bitter Withered, withered heart.
The moonlight slipped through the eaves, spread over the bluestone floor, touched Shen Jue's feet, climbed up to his knees along the trailing golden thread, and finally rested on his hand, icy cold, like a block of ice. By this time, Shen Jue gradually calmed down, the bitter tide in his heart returned to silence, and he took a deep breath.
Seeing that he didn't speak, Xiahou Rin turned to look at him. There were still tears in the corners of his eyes, and the transparent and crystal clear points were meandering down the edge of his cheeks. He reached out his hand to wipe for him, but Shen Jue tilted his head and avoided his hand.
Xia Houlin was stunned for a moment.
Shen Jue said, "I think you've made up your mind and don't want to live anymore, right? It's up to fate, right?"
Xiahou Lin saw that his face was wrong, and he felt uneasy in his heart. He stretched out his hand to pull on his sleeve, Shen Jue pulled his hand back abruptly, and sat further away from him.
"..." Xia Houlin was a little confused, "what's the matter..."
Shen Jue lowered his eyes, Xia Houlin couldn't see his expression clearly, he only knew that he must be angry now. After a while, Shen Jue said, "Okay, let's kill you. You don't care about your life, why am I worrying about it?" Shen Jue sneered and continued, "But listen carefully, Xiahou Rong, When you die, I'll kill myself right in front of you—no, when you're about to die, I'll let you watch me kill myself."
Xia Houlin was a little helpless, "Young master, don't be petty."
"What kind of petty temper?" Shen Jue looked at him coldly, "Do you think I can't do it?"
"..." Shen Jue really can do such a thing. Xia Houlin felt powerless in his heart. Did this fellow read too many words, and his mind was rusted by those romantic feelings, and he could even think about the matter of sacrifice.
"Young master..." Xiahou pulled his shirt sadly.
Shen Jue pulled out the front of his shirt expressionlessly, "Don't think too much, I don't want to sacrifice your love for you. After you die, don't even think about me walking the Yellow Spring Road with you, I will stay away from you in the next life, if you are reborn in the Central Plains , I will go to be a southern barbarian, or a Rakshasa ghost, in short, I want to be with you and never see each other again."
"..." Xia Houlin didn't know what to say for a while, and then he said, "Thank you for this, I heard that there is always a flood in Nanman, and thousands of people died at once."
"Alright," Shen Jue said, "Thanks to you, I will die young in this life, and I will die young in the next life."
Xia Houlin sighed deeply and completely lost his way.
How can there be such a person, the way to threaten him is to kill himself in front of him, and never see each other in the next life. He found it funny on the one hand, and bitter on the other. He was usually so capable, but now he is stupid. But this is indeed the most ruthless revenge, just thinking about that scene is like a knife. Xia Houlin called him again and carefully rubbed against him.
Shen Jue stood up abruptly, avoiding his touch, and said coldly, "I don't think we will meet again from today. When you are dying, I will kill myself in front of you again, and our matter will be over."
After he finished speaking, he turned and walked away without even looking back. Xia Houlin panicked when he saw that he was really here, chased after him, and shouted "Young Master" several times. Shen Jue ignored him at all and walked out without saying a word. Stepping out of the hanging flower door and turning into the corridor, he didn't know where to go, so he walked around in a hurry. The servants were stunned when they saw it, and avoided speaking. The two of them stepped on the moonlight, one of them walked away, the other chased. Finally in the back garden, Xia Houlin took a few steps to catch up with him, and hugged him from behind.
"I was wrong, young master, I was wrong." Xia Houlin wrapped his arms around his waist and buried his face on the side of his neck, "I was wrong, I was really wrong."
"Go away." Shen Jue broke his hand.
"If you don't get out, I'll rely on you." Xiahou Lin didn't let go.
"Go away." Shen Jue repeated through gritted teeth.
"Young master, do you have the heart? You see I'm sick, hey - my legs are weak again, I'm going to faint." Xiahou Rin lay on him and didn't move.
The sparse shadows of leaves hit the two of them, the clear moonlight leaking in the middle, and dew dripping from the eaves, slowly, drop by drop, reflecting the crystal light. Shen Jue stopped struggling and held the tree without saying a word. Xiahou Rin turned him around and stared into his eyes.
He turned his face away, deliberately not looking at Xia Houlin.
Xia Houlin smiled and said, "Why are you still angry? You say why I am so bad, I always make you angry. It's okay to be angry with you when you are young, but you will be angry when you grow up."
Shen Jue snorted softly and said, "It's good that you know."
Xia Houlin saw that he was no longer angry, so he let go and stood leaning against the tree. A few steps ahead are steps and white marble ridges, and below is a pond with sparkling waves, with a few rockery emerging, round and bright. Xia Houlin picked up a stone and hit it in the water, and white water splashed out from the pitch-black pool. He sighed and said: "Silly young master, I can't bear to part with you. But what if, I said, if this disease can't be cured, I accidentally stop the food, I have to think of a way back. I used to be in Jialan. At that time, assassins had to write suicide notes before they left, and I wrote several of them, but after my mother died, I was too lazy to write them."
"Anyway, I'll leave the words here, you can figure it out yourself." Shen Jue said sternly.
"Okay, okay, I promise you," Xia Hourong surrendered, and stretched out his little finger to hook Shen Jue, "Can we pull the hook, I will treat the disease well, even if I only take one breath, I will last until you are ninety-nine."
The water in the lake under the moonlight reflected the fingers of the two of them, and the coldness in Shen Jue's eyes finally dissipated a little, and he nodded and said nothing.
"But you have to promise me one thing." Xia Houlin said.
"What's up?"
Xia Houlin raised his hand and brushed the corners of his red eyes, as if he had wiped a light layer of rouge, with an unprovoked charm.
"Don't cry in the future," Xia Houlu muttered, "If my mother sees you, she will definitely call you a crybaby." He laughed as he spoke, "I married a crybaby as my daughter-in-law."
"..." Tears for this bastard, who also says he is a crybaby. Shen Jue's eyes darkened with anger, she gritted her teeth and said, "What about you? Don't think I don't know, you are the urine king of your Jialan."
As if a thunderbolt struck his head, Xia Houlin was stunned from head to toe, "How did you know?"
"The Genealogy of Jialan, there are biographical records of the abbots of Jialan and assassins in the past. The person who wrote you probably had a grudge against you, and wrote all your scandals from childhood to adulthood." Shen Jue said coolly, "Yes. Don't you really want to go back and burn it? It's useless, I'll never forget it, I know everything about you."
What is this called? It was like a fig leaf was lifted in front of Shen Jue, and the whole body was unobstructed. He was very skinny when he was a child, and he couldn't count his hands and feet together. Xia Houlin covered his face in front of the lake and howled dryly: "I've lost all the face I've saved in this life, I don't live anymore."
Shen Jue propped her head up and looked at his frowning face, she felt a little relieved, but in an instant, it became bleak again. It's easier said than done to live, where should I go to find the man who might rule him? The chaotic party in Jialan, the war in Liaodong, Jiangnan Jiafu... Layers and layers of burdens were placed on his shoulders, and Shen Jue felt that he was out of breath.
Just as he was feeling melancholy, Xiahou Rin came over and put his arms around his shoulder, "Hey, young master, I've let you know all the embarrassing things, so I don't need to hide from you when I poop and fart in the future."
Shen Jue: "..."
Xia Houlin laughed twice, squatted down, and said, "Okay, let's toss all night. There is still some time before the fifth watch. Let's go back to sleep and I'll carry you."
"I have feet myself," Shen Jue frowned, "You are still ill, don't mess around."
"My illness is good and bad, you have to call me hard when I'm good." Xia Houlin squatted down and asked him to put his back on his back.
Shen Jue couldn't help but leaned on his back. Xia Houlin held his knees and walked back slowly. The lights stretched all the way, Shen Jue crouched on his back, drowsiness hit him, and he couldn't help closing his eyes. Still worried, he murmured, "Shen?"
"A little." Xia Houlin jolted him up, "It's almost there."
"I'll carry you next time." Shen Jue said.
Xiahou Rong hummed, and after a few steps, Shen Jue fell asleep. He knew that Shen Jue was tired, he had to clean up a huge country, and he had to protect his broken body. I am afraid that only Shen Jue has such ability in this world, if it were someone else, I am afraid that he would have collapsed already.
After entering the room, he put Shen Jue on the bed, helped him undress and take off his soap boots, pushed him inside, tucked the quilt, blew out the lights, and lay down himself. Looking sideways at his sleeping face, his long eyelashes curled slightly, casting a shadow under his eyes. The night was so thick that it couldn't be opened, and I looked out of the curtain, as if it was a piece of empty space, and everything was silent. He lay in the dark thinking wildly, his thoughts stretched out in the silence.
He has regrets and has many unfinished things, but if he wants to write his last wish, he doesn't know how to start.
He didn't find Seventeen, and he didn't find Chi Yan. He took out his purse from under the pillow and poured the earrings inside into the palm of his hand. A small crystal clear, like a tear. He thought of the young man who was blowing in the night wind, his eyes were black and big, full of bright sky light. Obviously looking stupid, he would lie for him and go to Shuobei alone. However, the last words he said to him were: "I will kill you."
Human affairs are like this, and they never fail to meet expectations. He pulled the corner of his mouth sadly.
He is a weary guest, and death is not a journey for him, but a return home. Obedience to fate and death due to retribution seemed to be his best choice. But... He touched Shen Jue's pale cheek, slowly approached, and gave a light kiss.
However, how could he have the heart to leave Shen Jue alone in this barren world? He has to work hard to live, not for himself, for Shen Jue, for the sake of being bored, and for all those who haven't died yet.