The raindrops knocked on the eaves of the door, like Shen Zechuan's mood, he can calmly show Xiao Chiye hundreds of moods of indulging in desire, but it is difficult to tell Xiao Chiye this calmness. He is the most talkative person in the world, and also the least talkative person in the world.
"I once gave this life to my husband, because there is no home for me in this world. Ah Ye, the first time I stood in front of the palace in Yedu, what I saw was the door of this life, step in, and Duanzhou will never be the same again. My hometown. I know my eldest brother will disappear in my dreams, and no one in the world will forgive me."
Shen Zechuan did not go into battle to kill the enemy, nor did he sit in the high hall, he was an ordinary person who faced the machete. It is because they are ordinary people that the cries of the six states are heard every night, and the sea of blood in the Tiankeng is always drifting. He knelt in the blizzard of Tiankeng, experienced life and death, and became the enemy of the world overnight.
He did nothing.
But he was guilty, and his name was Shen Zechuan.
Shen Zechuan watched the cavalry slaughter Duanzhou, with 40,000 people on his back, and he was imprisoned here forever because he was alive. His struggles were insignificant, and those who cried bitterly were vulnerable in front of 40,000 corpses.
Shen Zechuan could not survive.
He was the ant in that game, and his pain was nothing but the dust choked by the chess player when he coughed. When he understands this, he loses the meaning of "living". Ji Mu let him live, but the hero and the traitor are still biting each other. If he is alive, he will one day be reduced to a chess piece. Gou Chuan is just waiting for a reincarnation for a few years.
Qi Huilian raised his arms madly in the abandoned Zhaosin Temple. He shouted for the prince, but there is no prince in this world. Can only nobles who continue the bloodline become the hands that control the world? Are only born nobles worthy of the power to stir things up? Then the countless ordinary people in the world are all dead bones under the steps! It is an ant that can be trampled on by anyone, without pain and without moaning!
"What did we do wrong?"
Qi Huilian cried out this sentence in grief.
What did I do wrong!
Shen Zechuan once carried Xiao Chiye's collar, and in a dirty alley, he tore off the camouflage of forbearance and asked these words in a voiceless manner.
You and me, what did we do wrong
If birth is a sin, it is God pressing his head to ask him to kneel in the dust and continue to be an ant. But Shen Zechuan met Qi Huilian. He watched the grandfather go crazy, and listened to the crow's whining. He was driven to a desperate situation. If he couldn't show the courage to break the boat, he would kill himself again along the road given by God.
"I'm Qi Huilian in Yuzhou. I taught the crown prince. I taught you everything I've learned in my life - okay?"
What Shen Zechuan saw was the way of life, it was not only the way of life that could kneel and breathe, but also the way of life that could stand up. Did the nobleman win? The moment Qi Huilian knelt down was a decisive change. He shattered the wall earlier than anyone, even Shen Zechuan.
Qi Huilian is an imperial teacher, and he will only teach those who go to that position. He extended his hand to Shen Zechuan, not only because he was desperate, but also because it was Taifu's craziest plan.
"My husband gave me poetry and books, and I killed my feud for my husband."
Shen Zechuan's hatred was scattered in the capital, it was a vague, countless dim light, and it was Qi Huilian who relied on the word "feud" to condense them together. Lan Shengyujie was indifferent, the boat crossed the bitter sea and drove the boundless, Qi Hui even cast Shen Lanzhou, he pressed the sharp Shen Zechuan back into the sheath, and wiped out the anger that supported Shen Zechuan to survive. He wants to help Shen Zechuan's path so that Shen Zechuan can truly see himself.
Xue Xiuzhuo was not wrong, but one step too late, Qi Huilian already had his own prince.
The rain washed the eaves, Shen Zechuan fell into silence after saying those words, he buried his face in Xiao Chiye's back, just like Xiao Chiye buried his face in a pillow.
Shen Zechuan did not hesitate to die, and death was not scary at all. The hoofs of the horses competing for the deer will not bypass anyone, and the peace and happiness of the world are built on the sharpest blade. If he dies, it can only prove that Shen Zechuan has failed in this competition, and he doesn't care.
Does a cut hand hurt
For Shen Zechuan, it would have to be cut to find out. Qi Huilian failed to tie him. His handleless knife would bleed when he held it. No one in the world could use it except himself. He stepped away from everything in order to achieve the goal of "freedom".
When you kill Ji Lei, you are free.
That made Qi Huilian realize for the first time that she had sharpened Shen Zechuan, but did not completely sheath him. Shen Zechuan just learned to kill him calmly. At that time, Shen Zechuan first tasted love, and the scarred host realized the joy of this body, which was the joy of "living". He didn't realize at all, that was the beginning of the blade returning to its sheath.
This gust of wind from Libei swept Shen Zechuan's nightmare. Xiao Chiye occupied Shen Zechuan's chest with an aggressive attitude. He blocked the noise with his strong arms. In the depths of the quagmire, he sniffed the pearls uninvited. of fragrance.
Greedy wolf.
"Sir returned this life to me, Aye," Shen Zechuan melted into the familiar smell and rubbed his cheek against Xiao Chiye's back, like a cub found along the scent, "Aye..."
Xiao Chiye raised his hand to hold Shen Zechuan, and half turned his head to look into his eyes.
Shen Zechuan opened his eyes, but there was no joke in them. He gently touched Xiao Chiye's cheek with his fingertips and said, "I am yours, including death, you are also mine." He finally showed the sharp and stern part, and continued, "Who is going to bring you Get away from me and I'll kill him."
Neither does Yama.
At first Shen Zechuan thought that what he cherished was not life, but Xiao Chiye. He gradually realized that a cut finger would hurt, and it wasn't that finger that hurt, it was Xiao Chiye. It's hard to live, but he found more reasons in the process. He is the life of Ji Mu, the life of Qi Huilian, the life of Zhong Bo, and the life of all the ants in the sudden change.
"I want to live a long life with you," Shen Zechuan kissed Xiao Chiye's temple lightly, "in a place that no one can reach."
Xiao Chiye took Shen Zechuan's hand back, turned around and took him into his arms, pinched his cheek, and looked closer.
"Are you tired of running?" Shen Zechuan asked in a low voice.
"Not tired," Xiao Chiye rubbed his cheek, "I live by thinking of you."