The fragrance floated, A Yin sat on the Taishi chair beside the desk, her body was still crooked, her hair was meticulously bun, and even her brows were not dizzy at all, but her face was pink and tender.
She wrapped the handkerchief around her index finger and looked wearily at Aro's profile.
If a person has a character spirit attached to it, Ah Luo should be the character for "quiet" in clerical script. The long river of time has given her a brow that is not impatient and impatient, the eyes that are warm and tender, the breathing at the tip of her nose, and the thumping and spitting of her lips. It is soft and dry, especially since she likes to wear black robes, her slender body becomes a neutral frame, and her pale face and wrists are blanks on rice paper.
It's a pity that Ayin's temperament is frizzy, and it is the word "quiet" that has been practiced improperly since he was a child.
Aro finally turned over a few pages of the book and raised his head to look at Ayin. As soon as it was brought into her face, the eyelashes could not wait to close and blinked twice quickly.
She remembered the Western camera she played with before, and with a "click", she was able to retain the swaying voice.
She wasn't sure if her movements had a similar meaning, but she was starting to feel like it had been a while.
She seemed to have not seen A Yin for a long time, the intimacy in the past was like a dream, and she was the only one who didn't want to wake up in the dream.
"What about eleven and nineteen?" A Yin said first, clearing her throat before speaking.
Ah Luo closed the book, but did not answer her question, he only said softly, "Have you seen Ah Ping?"
A Yin frowned, her eyes matched with A Luo, and she turned away very quickly, still an unconcerned Yaojiao and frivolous, she asked with a smile, "What?"
The two words are too casual and too unfamiliar, as if Aro wants to ask her whereabouts, he should first find a high-sounding excuse.
Aro lowered his eyes and looked at the hand twisting the cover of the book, his chest sank quietly, and his voice was still very soft: "Don't see him."
She often said such semi-commanded words in Taishan Mansion, but the object was never A Yin.
A Yin was stunned for obvious reasons. She turned her face away and looked at the open window. The wooden window was crooked by the wind, and it was vulnerable to knocking on the wall. When he moved, he heard a crisp sound of "pop", and the two wooden windows were closed out of thin air, keeping the restless evening wind out.
The sudden sound frightened Ayin's shoulders, and turned to look at Aro subconsciously. Aro pursed his lips softly and lightly, looking down and couldn't see his expression clearly, and there was still the aura on his shoulders that he had just closed the window.
A Luo once said that she has a soul-binding order in the world, and she can't use spells easily, and what she did just now is probably the wrath of the King of Hell.
A Yin sniffed lightly, and a voice in her heart said, Look, even if she looks the same as ordinary people, she is still the king of ghosts, and she is not the same as the mortals we want to reach out and close the windows.
Ayin began to wander out of time, and she began to think, if she is also a god, how should she look at these little people who are helpless? It is an ant that can be trampled on, or a thing to play with.
If Ah Luo is a mortal, I know best where her anger comes from, and maybe she will laugh at her and fall into the vinegar jar. Lord Yama, who can be judged as a ghost, is there any bit of anger in the higher-ranking people who have been offended. The majesty, she didn't quite know.
I don't know, I don't want to think about it anymore.
So she laughed like before, trying to choose the topic: "I see that you are very capable, and how long have you held Taishan Mansion on your behalf?"
Aro raised his eyes and looked at her silently.
Ayin blinked her peach blossom eyes and said with a smile, "I didn't even think about it.
A Luo raised his chin slightly, and the mockery at the corner of his mouth was very concealed. After living for many years, it was easy to see A Yin's careful thoughts about changing the subject.
So she said, "I thought about it."
On the contrary, Ah Yin was surprised, raised her brows for a while, and asked, "Oh?"
Aro looked directly at her: "I want to seek the dynasty, want to usurp the throne. The person who seeks you, usurps your heart."
She didn't want to go around in circles with her anymore, she saw A Yin's face froze for a moment, her eyelashes shrank as if scorched by fire, her hand holding the silk was tightly, and she held the armrest of the Taishi chair.
The cold sweat in the palms of her hands, layer by layer, was about to burst out all the turbulent emotions between her ribs.
Aro pursed his lips and called her: "Fu Wuyin."
She wanted to sort out the past with her and say something from the bottom of her heart, so she solemnly called her by her name.
"I'm not Fu Wuyin!" But Ayin woke up suddenly, stood up from the chair, her knees were trembling, but she still stood very beautiful.
- This was practiced in Fengyue Field, even if I feel very sad in my heart, I still have a smile on my face.
She compulsively straightened her kneecap, but this action made her panic and uncomfortable. She took a few breaths and shook her head stubbornly: "I'm not Fu Wuyin, I'm Ayin."
I am not the lady of the Qianlong era, I am the A Yin who was sold into a kiln since childhood, rolled in the grave for a few years, and rolled in the men's pile for a few years.
Just this sentence made her feel so sad, she opened her beautiful peach blossom eyes wide, and even her brows stretched a little funny, just hoping to dilute the sudden tears.
She finally realized that she had never recovered since she woke up. She looked at these few friends who were born and died. The unwillingness and grievances increased day by day. They were all born and raised by their fathers and mothers. Why did they all belong to Fujun, Yama, and Nine Masters. The oracle saves you, and when you are in danger, you have a previous life to protect your body.
Even closing the window, even closing the fucking window - her brows trembled, but why should she actually suffer
Such injustice, despite the distance between heaven and earth, Lord Yama on the opposite side said that he loves her.
What does she take to accept Ah Ro's love? Take her body that can't be washed clean, take her skills that she has practiced for many years but is vulnerable, take her heart that she doesn't know how to love, or take her body that can't keep pace with her age
It also sounded like a joke.
So she held back the sourness in her throat, still squinting her eyes and said, "Lord Yan Luo, seeing the various situations in the world, I wanted to sing about love and hate, but I found the wrong person."
"Looking for the wrong person?" Aro shook his head and narrowed his eyes.
"Yes," A Yin snorted, "I went to Wushan with you to have fun, but I may not have the heart to fall in love with you, and have the same meaning."
A Luo's face turned paler, she stared at A Yin firmly, but her hands curled up involuntarily, making a rare defensive gesture of self-protection.
A Yin held the edge of the table, her fingernails clasping the sawdust below. Aro's shrunken fingers seemed to grab her heart, causing her to twitch in pain, but she only coughed a little, as if the protruding chest just now was just because of the uncontrollable itching in her throat.
"Then." Ah Luo's ending was a little trembling, so that her two words were very short. She was really not used to showing her vulnerability in front of others, especially this "other" was Ah Yin.
She missed so many painful years for Ayin that she always wanted to make up for it, so she was always patient and tolerant in front of Ayin, trying her best to make Ayin believe that she could protect her.
But she never thought that if Ayin didn't have her from the beginning to the end
"Then," she repeated, her voice hoarse, "who is it?"
"A Ping?"
Her brows were wrinkled with restraint, and her graceful lips were pursed with restraint. Even at this point, she still restrained herself and wanted to understand.
A Yin choked her throat and said after a while, "I don't know."
Li Shiyi didn't know, Song Nineteen didn't know, and Aro didn't know. She wanted to escape from them countless times, to escape from these high-ranking friends who knew her past, especially Aro, who had witnessed her most despicable appearance. , she always didn't know how to face her.
She thought more than once that Ping didn't know anything. If he flew away with him, he would be able to bury the past well.
But she is reluctant, what is she reluctant to do? Unhappy, what is it
That reluctance and unwillingness came to the fore again, which made A Yin feel stunned, and tried his best to press him down. She seemed to be persuading Aro, and she was persuading herself, and said in a trance and low tone, "It's not you whoever is."
She remembered a lot in Ah Luo's hurt eyes, remembered that Wu Qian said that she had been deprived of her face, and remembered that when she was lying in her arms and said, "I want to live and die, but you are in 28 years old, aren't you?"
It was a joke at first, but now it is a prophecy.
She moved her lips and said, "What do you like about me? Twenty, thirty, forty? If I am in my twilight years, old and bald, how can you teach me how to face you when you are young? "
"I don't care." Arrow said.
"I care!" A Yin choked up and raised her chin proudly, "I want to be beautiful, I want to always be younger and better-looking than my lover, then I can be at ease, I..."
I just believed that she could always love me.
The inferiority complex in her heart turned out to be so deep-rooted that she would put the few self-esteem on her bright and beautiful appearance.
"So, no matter who it is, it won't be me." A Luo smiled softly, his chest shrank a little, and his eyebrows were shockingly lonely.
One second, two seconds, three seconds—she left a full thirty seconds for Ah Yin, without waiting for a denial.
So she lowered her head, picked up the book at hand, turned gently to the most familiar page, and pulled out four letters from it.
She opened them unhurriedly, as she did every time before.
She spread out the paper with her fingers, but she didn't put her eyes on it, she only looked at A Yin deeply, then moved her lips and said to her in a voice that was as sweet as water.
"The sky is not old, the love is inexhaustible, the heart is like a double silk screen, and there are thousands of knots in it."
"If there is no predestined relationship in the previous life, to be reunited, the next life will be wished."
"May I be like a star and like the moon, and the lights are bright every night."
She didn't open the fourth seal, she just put her finger on it and treated each other silently.
She shook her head and smiled, folded the four letters, held them in both hands, and squeezed them in the palm of her hand, and then there was a crisp sound, and she shredded them expressionlessly.
The goose bumps all over A Yin's body suddenly filled with the sound of her tearing up the letter. It was a huge and inexplicable sense of loss, followed by a heavy premonition. She felt that in the future, she understood that A Luo was torn apart today. What is it, she will cry out and down.
She couldn't stay any longer, so she bit her lower lip and stepped out of the room holding on to the door frame.
There was another silence, another familiar and long silence, with Aro's silhouette projected on the table with an open book.
With a small "click", a drop of liquid that had never been seen before fell from the right eye socket and fell onto the page, smearing into an irregular circle.
Aro stared blankly for a while, then raised his hand to wipe it away.