Mr. Mu, today is your death day again. Every year on this day, I will prepare a jug of beer and sit quietly in front of your grave for a while.
This is already the norm.
Similarly, meeting the man you love deeply is also a routine.
It's just that we have a tacit understanding and never talk.
He hates me for killing you. Little do I know that I also hate him—hate him for your protection, hate him for not immersing myself in the pain I am now enduring.
There is always someone like this, he is obviously the luckiest person in the eyes of others, but he still thinks that he is the most unfortunate person in the whole world.
He thought he had lost the person he loved the most, but he didn't know that someone was more miserable than him. Some people can't even get it, so where is the lost capital
But today, I suddenly wanted to talk to him.
"The name of this wine is 'Xiaoyao'. It is said that after drinking it, you can be free and happy, and all your troubles will be gone. Would you like a sip?" I raised the wine pot and asked him.
"Did you drink it?" He asked me back.
"Of course." I leaned back and took a sip, the wine wet my clothes along my neck.
"Then there's no need for it." He said, "You've already drank it, so it's useless."
I was slightly taken aback, then laughed out loud when I came back to my senses. It turned out that I thought I was hiding my thoughts well, but I couldn't even hide it from an outsider.
What about you, Mr. Mu, do you know
Do you know that there is a person named Lu Yingfan who loved you beyond his control
When I was seven years old, I came out of the mass cave. Of all the people who went in, I was the only one left.
The leader told me that as a killer, you don't have to have superb swordsmanship, and you don't need to be one against ten thousand. Only one thing, you have to be ruthless and loveless.
He said that every killer has his own sword, and where the sword light points, there must be blood spattering three feet.
And if one day you hesitate, you become dull, and the sword is not sharp, then there is no need for it to exist.
I have seen the most charming dancers in the brothel, and the most charming women in Saibei, and none of them have ever shaken me at all. It's just that I never thought that one day I would fall willingly because of a flower handed by someone.
I thought about many reasons why I fell in love with you, but in the end I realized that there is no reason at all.
Because some people, once met, are destined to be lost forever.
For example, you are to me; another example, Luo Shaoxuan is to you. In this world, there is only one word "love", which makes people never do anything.
I drank the wine in the pot and laughed wantonly: "Luo Shaoxuan, you can beat me in everything, except for one thing, you will lose to me forever."
"What?" He asked me, his eyes were always calm.
"I can finally go to him. But you, you still have to keep your promise to him and continue to live a good life..." I said with pride in the corners of my eyes and brows.
"Is there poison in this wine?" His expression changed slightly, and he figured out the cause and effect in a moment.
"Where can I find happiness, and where can I find real happiness? It's nothing but Huangquan." I laughed until tears flowed down the corners of my eyes, "Luo Shaoxuan, he doesn't want this sword of drinking hatred. Then after I die, you Just break it for me! There's no need for it to exist anyway."
Poisonous blood slowly flowed down the corners of the lips, and in the haze, I saw you again.
In the palm of your hand is the pure white jasmine, smiling like a flower: "Lu Yingfan, can you teach me how to practice swords?"
"Okay." I replied with a smile.
Among thousands of people, I met you. For you, I am a passer-by, but that has become my whole life.
volume four