As he was dying, Ji Yunhe felt that he was being held by someone, as if he was running wildly in the wind and snow.
Her world was full of the sound of heavy breathing.
She finally stopped, the world fell into a commotion again, she could hear everything, but couldn't hear anything clearly, it was always intermittent, sometimes she heard Luo Jinsang crying, sometimes she heard Monk Kongming scolding. You can also hear Qingluan's voice to comfort Luo Jinsang.
That's right... Qingluan...
She still has nothing to tell her.
Ji Yunhe wanted to open her eyes in a daze, but there was a white light in front of her, and she couldn't see anything. She had to grit her teeth, almost murmured, saying what the woman in white wanted her to say, and she didn't care what she wanted to hear. People are not on their side.
She kept trying to speak, and vaguely felt a cold wind swept over her body, which helped her share a lot of pain and saved her a lot of effort: "Qingluan... Ning Ruochu, ten square formation... Killed by the Great National Teacher…”
Ji Yunhe kept babbling.
And with her voice, the wind around her became stronger and stronger, even pulling her hair, causing Ji Yunhe to open his eyes.
Beside him are Luo Jinsang, whose eyes are red from crying, and Qing Ji, who is standing solemnly. Monk Kongming and Changyi don't know where they went at this time, but it's okay if they're not here...
Ji Yunhe's side just recognized the person, when suddenly he felt the wind blowing on his side, and even the bed was blown. This strange scene made Luo Jinsang so startled that he forgot to cry, and only stared at Ji Yunhe with red eyes: "Yunhe... You are..."
Ji Yunhe didn't have the strength to explain it to her. At this moment, her body seemed to be controlled by the wind, and she seemed to be Ning Xiyu's marionette - her body was swept up by the long wind, and she was almost half-floating in the air.
"Qing Ji, what happened to Yun He?"
Qing Ji also frowned and looked at Ji Yunhe, but couldn't give Luo Jinsang any explanation.
Ji Yunhe's lips trembled, completely out of her control, and uttered a sentence: "Ning Ruochu didn't lie to you back then."
This remark made Luo Jinsang even more puzzled, but made Qing Ji completely stunned.
In that dream, Ning Xiyu seemed to have used the power of Changfeng to control Ji Yunhe's body when she was dying. Just like in a dream, Ning Xiyu lent Ji Yunhe her eyes, but here, she took the initiative to borrow Ji Yunhe's body.
She borrowed Ji Yunhe's mouth and said to Qingyu Luanniao: "He said he was going to accompany you, but he really wanted to accompany you, but he was also deceived by the great national teacher, Shifangzhen, killed him. It is the great national teacher, kill him."
"Yunhe, what are you talking about..." Luo Jinsang's eyes were red, "you're already like this, you..."
Qingyu Luanniao on the side was stunned for a long time by these words, and finally stared at Ji Yunhe absentmindedly: "I know what she is talking about." After she finished speaking, the corners of her lips pursed. The moment he turned around, he bumped into Chang Yi's shoulder.
The two passed by, Qing Ji didn't stop, her face was solemn and serious, and she went straight out of the house. And Chang Yi didn't even turn his head back, he didn't care who bumped his shoulder or where the people around him were.
He only fixedly looked at Ji Yunhe.
Chang Yi's lips were a little pale, and his silver hair was a little messy. He walked to Ji Yunhe and looked at the strange wind beside Ji Yunhe.
And with Qing Ji's departure, the wind around Ji Yunhe's side began to slowly dissipate.
Her body fell slowly, Ning Xiyu withdrew her strength, Ji Yunhe had no control over her body, and when her body slowly fell on the bed, Ji Yunhe saw that out of the corner of his eye. A man with silver hair and blue eyes.
She watched as his lips opened and closed slightly, and while trembling several times, he didn't say a word.
What do you want to say? Ji Yunhe wanted to ask such a question.
But Ning Xiyu's wind completely disappeared, Ji Yunhe seemed to see the tail of the wind at this moment, crossed the bed, flew through the window, and finally returned to the lonely world.
Ji Yunhe knew that he would soon be like her, disappearing into the invisible, turning into the breeze or the dew... Ji Yunhe blinked, his dark pupils were like mirrors, burning the last picture of this world into his pupils .
There is a gleam of sky that is about to snow outside the window, Luo Jinsang's reddish eyes, the ceiling, tables and chairs, old tea sets, and... long meaning that she is tired of seeing.
His silver hair and blue eyes.
It's just a pity that his amazing and shocking big tail will never be seen again.
The heavy eyelids covered her with a black screen, which cut off her last connection with this world.
All the pictures disappeared, all the voices receded, Ji Yunhe's last consciousness, in the darkness, sketched the final picture for her. It was that day, when Changyi took her away from the National Teacher's Mansion, he hugged her and walked across the thousand mountains. , thousands of layers of clouds, and finally landed on a mountain top.
The morning sun was about to come out, and Chang Yi pressed her on a rocky wall on the top of a mountain.
It was the first time in six years, after the betrayal, that they were alone, looking directly into each other's eyes without any cover.
At the last moment of his life, Ji Yunhe saw such a scene.
Why
Ji Yunhe himself didn't understand.
She only fixedly looked at Chang Yi, at him, and at herself in his eyes. Chaoyang rose from behind Changyi, and he turned into a black silhouette, with only those eyes like the sea, which clearly reflected her figure.
As if looking in a mirror, Ji Yunhe saw himself shed a tear in his eyes.
Tears were clear, and she felt the burning pain in her heart again.
"Big tail fish." She finally said to him, "I have never betrayed you."
This sentence, in the end, blurted out.
The regret in her heart was finally expressed to this imaginary silhouette at the moment when her life ended, in this way, in her own imaginary fantasy.
Ji Yunhe was in a trance and understood why he had never told the truth to Changyi. She has lied all over the big picture, deceived monk Kongming, and deceived herself.
But in fact, the most real reason, not other, but just... She was afraid.
She is a selfish Ji Yunhe. She is afraid that if she tells the truth and Changyi is still unwilling to forgive her, what should she do? She was even more afraid that everything she did was a mistake from the beginning. It was wrong for her to make a choice for Changyi, it was wrong to plan with Lin Haoqing, to provoke Changyi to leave, it was wrong to stab him on the cliff and force his heart to die...
She is most afraid of Changyi telling her after learning the truth - I will become what I am now, all because of you...
She broke the heart of a child with many holes, and turned the gentle and watery person beyond recognition. It was a big mistake...
So she didn't say it, didn't want to say it, didn't dare to say it.
So... Until now, she will see this scene. to hear myself say-
I have never betrayed you.
But... I only dare to say it in my heart, the real long-term meaning will never be known or heard...
But it doesn't matter anymore, it doesn't matter whether you say it or not. When people die, the lights go out, and when she dies, she will disappear with these pasts.
Ji Yunhe watched the sun behind Chang Yi getting more and more dazzling, until the surroundings became pale, and Chang Yi's silhouette disappeared. She looked up at the blank sky and closed her eyes. She has planned all her life, for freedom, for survival, struggling, wandering, and at this moment, she is finally...
It is quite now.
Ji Yunhe is dead.
It was a matter of course, but when Chang Yi saw that Ji Yunhe finally closed his eyes, closed his lips, and then... stopped breathing. He suddenly felt a piercing pain, like an extremely cold and extremely hot iron pestle, pierced from the depths of his abdomen, smashed his internal organs, and finally stopped at his heart. place.
"thump."
The tip of the iron pestle turned into thousands of needles and stuck in his veins. He had never heard his heartbeat so clearly.
"thump."
His heart, on the tip of the needle, beat so slowly and so thrillingly.
Ji Yunhe is dead.
This is a fact.
His shark beads have floated out of the dead body, swaying, returning to his body with the man's residual warmth. That residual temperature seemed to be trying to dry his blood.
At this moment, Chang Yi thought in a trance that he seemed to be…
also died.