People were coming and going, constantly passing in front of me, but that person stood there and never left.
It's like he never left.
And he never looked back.
The despair of learning about the fall of Seoul, the feeling that life was worse than death when I was young, I have been telling Xuan Jiu and the others for four years that I have never thought about it.
no.
She was never afraid of missing him.
She went from despair to acceptance. She accepted his departure and vowed to live a good life with Qingzhi.
But he showed up.
Right before your eyes.
At that moment, the pain that I had swallowed before surged over and over in my heart, and my heart was filled with mixed feelings. It hurt like hell and I was so angry that I was going crazy.
She bit her lips tightly, pressed down the swords she held in her hands very hard, and slammed them hard on the man's back.
This fall overturned everything—
Anger, pain, grievance.
There were several harsh crashes, and the sword fell from his back.
One of the scabbards slipped from the hilt and cut a corner of the fabric on the man's back mercilessly.
And she held a sharp sword tightly in her hand, staring at him coldly without any emotion, watching him turn around.
The man was wearing a brocade snow shirt with an embroidery of leisurely clouds and wild cranes on the hem. His black hair was half tied up, and that familiar and stern face came into view. Compared to the past, his gaze was a bit sharper and colder.
Shu Nuan looked at him, his eyes getting redder.
Want to cry.
I felt so wronged that I wanted to cry.
She held the sword in her hand, but her hands were shaking.
On the stage not far away, an actor sang in a low voice - "I miss you for a long time, I hate you for a long time, and my hatred will not stop until I return home."
The soft snow fell, and the wind almost blew away her voice.
That person also looked at her, his eyes were plain and calm, like the snow water flowing quietly in the glacier, falling drop by drop on the rocks. The rocks would not move, but how could they feel pain.
He looked at her calmly for a moment, lowered his eyes, leaned over and picked up the sword on the ground slowly, picked it up, and gave it back to her, saying gently and distantly, "The girl dropped her sword."
Shu Nuan's pupils gradually became blurry.
She tried hard to see this person clearly, but she couldn't.
"What's wrong?" Bei'er came over from the stage. He felt bored listening to the opera singers, so he asked Wen Youyi to look at Ruwei. He came over to find Sheng Qianmo, but he didn't expect to see this scene. .
Sheng Qianmo said: "It's okay."
Shu Nuan looked up at him, opened her mouth slightly, then slowly lowered her head, looking at the sword he handed over, her eyes slowly moving without any emotion. Then, a small ball of hot breath suddenly came out of her little mouth, but it seemed to be mixed with endless pain. She smiled slightly and whispered: "No, I don't want it anymore."
After saying that, she reached out and took the sword from Sheng Qianmo's hand, threw it away, and turned around to leave.
When she walked out of Sheng Palace in Beicheng, she was disheartened.
This has been four years.
She turned away from his eyes again, finally no longer discouraged.
My heart is dead.
…
"Qian Mo... do you know that girl just now?"
Sheng Qianmo said nothing, squatted down, picked up the swords she threw on the ground one by one, then turned and walked away.
"Sheng Qianmo!"
Sheng Qianmo paused and did not look back. He said calmly: "I will be alone tonight. No one can come to me."
The streets were extremely lively and noisy wherever I went.