where is this...
Am I not dead yet... Is this heaven, or hell... Or, I'm not dead yet...
"Brother, brother! Hold me..." Ningxue threw herself into his arms and hugged him tightly, wanting to rub herself into his body, with tears in her eyes, "As long as you are with brother, you will die immediately , Xueer is not afraid at all." He held her small face in his hands, and said with a reproachful expression: "Silly words, how could my brother let you die..."
Xue'er in his arms suddenly disappeared, just as he was in a daze, a snow-white scarf was gently wrapped around his neck, Hua Shuirou's delicate figure was reflected in front of his eyes, she tied the scarf around his neck on the table, and said softly: "Husband, it's so cold, and you're wearing such thin clothes, it will freeze to death. This scarf can't be taken off... Husband, can I make you a coat? When your husband comes home, you can wear it." Put it on..."
He was afraid that everything would be a dream again, so he stretched out his hand in panic to hug her tightly, but when his hand touched her body, he could only touch a phantom of nothingness, Hua Shuirou's figure faded, slowly disappear…
Holding him tightly with two hands from behind, Ye Shuiyao pressed her body close to him, and said softly but firmly: "In this life, I just want to be only you forever, and the one behind you silently looks at you, the others Yes, I don't want anything...worldliness, ethics, morality, glory...I won't care about anything anymore...Come back, okay?"
Ye Shuiyao behind him slowly disappeared, and a small figure appeared in front of his eyes. Tongxin stood there quietly, looking at the distance eagerly, waiting for something, but in those dark eyes, there was ninety percent of despair and pain, and the slightest trace of support for her to wait like this. Desperation and longing... Without the last sentence "wait for me to come back" he yelled, she would not know what she would have become at this time.
"Tong Xin..." Ye Wuchen stretched out his hand to her, wanting to tell her that he was beside her, but no matter how he moved his body, he couldn't get close to her.
"Wuchen, you are my first man, I am your first woman...will you have the heart to leave me..." Tong Xin disappeared, and Yan Zhimeng stood where Tong Xin was just now, with clear eyes Looking at her, that beautiful figure is still so dreamlike.
"Little brother, if you miss your sister, you must come to the Snow Lady Palace. My sister will wait for you until your hair turns white..." Ye Wuchen turned around and saw Concubine Xue's beautiful face. This witch who doesn't know where she came from and who is full of weirdness everywhere, the last words she carved on the ice often appear before his eyes, and occasionally echo in his dreams.
Xueer, Rourou, sister, Tongxin, Zhimeng... and the witch...
Everything suddenly disappeared as if it suddenly appeared, and the surrounding world became dark again.
Phantoms... why are they all phantoms... am I still dead? No... I am not dead, how can I die, how can I die...
The consciousness that had just awakened turned into the desire to survive in an instant. He exhausted all his strength and all his thoughts to struggle, his eyelids and eyelashes began to tremble slightly, and he tried hard to open his eyes.
In a trance, his memory began to drift... It was Ningxue's face, with red fingerprints printed on it. At that moment, his heartache and anger that went berserk almost overwhelmed his reason, and his heart surged like never before. The desire to kill, so, with a devilish sneer, he pierced the body of the person who hurt Ningxue with his arm, and also opened the prelude to the bloody day...
In my memory, bodies fell one by one before my eyes, and blood flowers and stumps danced in front of my eyes and ears. At that time, I seemed to be not myself, but a violent Shura, ruthlessly drinking blood with a sword... that Every scene, every detail, every bit of the day, all clearly emerged in my mind. In the end, he and Ningxue, who had no more strength to struggle, fell into the Abyss of Broken Soul...
Cher...
Gale Country…
Cher, Cher...how is she? She must be fine, she must be waiting for me...
He originally thought that he would die, but the sudden awakening of consciousness made him see the dawn of life, and the desire to survive made him struggle again and again, trying to drive away the darkness around him. Time flowed slowly, and every second was so long in the torment, as if a year, ten years, a hundred years had passed... Finally, a ray of light penetrated, and a tiny gap opened in his eyes trembling . The eyes that hadn't been opened for more than two years suddenly came into contact with the light, closed suddenly in the stimulation, and opened slowly again after a long time.
It was as if his body no longer belonged to him. He was so soft that he hardly felt any sensation. He could only move his fingers slightly. Even moving his arms was an extravagant hope. The fire was burning, only his sight began to become clearer and clearer.
There is the sound of gurgling water, and the sky above is a piece of darkness, like a night sky without stars, but there is a strange light around. His eyes turned slowly. This is a strange world. Surrounded by a piece of green, some unknown wild flowers are competing to bloom, releasing a light fragrance, which slowly pours into his nose together with the incomparably fresh air. middle.
Next to him, there was a girl with snow-white hair lying quietly close to him. Her body was curled up like a snow jade kitten. A little cold, and it seems to be afraid of something in sleep. Unknowingly, the corners of Ye Wuchen's eyes were slightly wet. The moment after waking up from the big dream, he understood what happiness is... The first time he was reborn after the catastrophe, what he saw was the soul. It is such a warm feeling of happiness that the person who is dreaming is by my side.
He wanted to raise his hand to touch her face, but that arm seemed to weigh tens of thousands of catties, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't lift a single bit of it. At this time, he was as weak as a grass that had just been ravaged by a storm. . He had no choice but to give up, staring at her softly, and softly called: "Xue'er—"
The voice came out, the hoarseness surprised him, he couldn't believe that it belonged to him, but it was dry as if it came from the mouth of an old man who was dying of serious illness, so weak that even he could hardly hear it clearly. But it was such a weak voice that made Ningxue who was sleeping feel like being shocked by an electric shock, she suddenly opened her eyes, sat up, and greeted her with Ye Wuchen's star-like eyes.
Ningxue was dumbfounded, stunned, as if she suddenly lost her soul, in an instant, her vision was blurred, Ye Wuchen kept smiling and staring at her expression, such an expression, I don't know how deep feelings are needed, how deep attachment...
"Brother!!" This was not an illusion, nor was it a dream. All the emotions condensed into the call she had yelled so many times, she threw her body on him violently, and cried out with all her strength, the cry was like an oriole weeping blood, piercing her heart , the sound of the gurgling water was completely overwhelmed by the crying, and the wind stopped quietly, as if it stopped, listening to the girl's cry that made the world sad and the land fall apart.
For two whole years, only when facing the silent Ye Wuchen, would she cry again and again. At other times, no matter how much pain, grievance and fear she had, she never shed tears, let alone cried out, because she wanted to save her brother from being weak. She has been begging, longing for him to wake up, and why is she not deeply afraid that one day he will suddenly and quietly leave her forever. Every time she woke up from the nightmare, she would hug him tightly.
After all, she is just a girl with a ten-year-old body and a ten-year-old heart. In this strange world, she didn't have any support. If it weren't for the obsession and longing that supported her, two years would be enough for her to collapse countless times.
He finally woke up, and she hugged his body, venting all her pain, heartbreak, grievance, and fear with tears and cries. In the landslide-like crying, she was almost suffocated, and she couldn't say a word anymore. People couldn't help worrying, whether she would cry out blood in the next second...
She almost broke Ye Wuchen's heart, that cry contained too many things, this is the cry that can only be condensed after experiencing heart-piercing torture. He looked at Ningxue quietly, listening to her cry. He was grateful to the heavens for allowing him to miss death, allowing Ningxue to release the pain little by little with tears and cries.
Finally, she was tired and dumb from crying, and finally passed out in the hoarse cry, but her two little hands were still holding on to his clothes, and her tear-stained face was heartbreaking. pity.
Ye Wuchen looked at her softly. Looking down, he saw his clothes, it was still the white coat, but it had become tattered. But it was still spotless, as if it had just been cleaned.
Have I slept for a long time... He thought to himself, during this time, he just lay quietly, if it was only for a short time, how could his clothes be damaged to such an extent.
"Wuuu~~Master, you finally woke up. Huuuu, when you jumped off that day, you almost scared Nan'er to death. If the master dies, what will Nan'er do? Huuuu..." Ye Wuchen In his mind, Nan'er weeping with joy rang out. Ye Wuchen replied comfortingly: "Don't make Nan'er sad, I should be fine when I wake up. Your master won't die so easily."
Yes, from such a high place, landing with that terrifying speed and impact, he is still alive. He couldn't help but sigh at his body and his vitality.
"Yeah, I knew... the master will definitely not die like that, definitely not." Nan'er shouted happily.