In the pavilion, Ye Wuhen's eyes were reddish and his voice was hoarse: "I am nineteen years old this year. I have lived in this world for more than ten years. During these ten years, every day has been a sea of swords and fire, and I have narrowly escaped death. At the age of twelve, I was the first I went out for training for the first time. As soon as I left the city gate, Qin Lan sent assassins. All the people who followed me were wiped out. They were only willing to let me go after I escaped to the land of death. Do you know what the land of death is? No one has ever been alive. When I came out, they thought I would definitely die, but I survived."
The soft singing is shocking, and the fingertips tremble slightly.
Ye Wuhen walked along the pillar and knelt weakly on the cold ground. He looked drunk and his eyes were hazy.
"Three years."
Ye Wuhen smiled bitterly, "During the three years in the land of death, from the age of twelve to fifteen, I never ate cooked meat or rice. I even forgot to speak."
Qingge slowly turned around and looked at the fragile young man in the pavilion with complex eyes.
She had always known that Qin Lan was unscrupulous, and she also knew that Ye Wuhen's childhood would be troubled, but she ignored Qin Lan's cruelty.
The images of time overlapped, and she seemed to see a skinny boy living an inhuman life in a land of death where only wild beasts existed, counting how long he had left to live with a sharp dagger.
Once in this world, who is better than who?
"They all thought I was dead."
Ye Wuhen laughed loudly, tears of laughter flying, "My funeral was held, but I didn't expect that in the third year, I escaped from the land of death. When my grandfather went out, I hugged his leg, When they say I'm back, only my grandfather can believe me, and I can't even believe my so-called biological father."
Qingge walked into the pavilion expressionlessly, sat cross-legged on the ground, and faced Ye Wuhen face to face.
"You should know that my mother died in the fire, right?" Ye Wuhen asked.
Qingge nodded.
"ha……"
The corner of Ye Wuhen's mouth twitched, he smiled sarcastically, and suddenly cursed loudly: "Fart, it's all his/her mother's fault!"
"That night, my mother knew that Qin Lan would harm her and deliberately hid me. I hid in the water tank and saw with my own eyes that Qin Lan led people into the yard and whipped my mother with a whip until her body was covered with wounds. They When they asked my mother where I was, she would rather die than tell her, so they gouged out my mother's eyes, severed her hand tendons and hamstrings, and finally set fire to the yard, saying it was a fire."
"..."
The wind is strong and people's hearts are very poisonous.
Ye Wuhen raised his head, his eyes filled with tears.
Behind the brilliance, there is always incompleteness and shame.
Ye Wuhen's heart was filled with sorrow, and the grievances of more than ten years turned into tears, but he couldn't cry, he was a man.
"Come, drink."
Qingge took two jars of wine from the side, gave one to Ye Wuhen, and drank from the other. The wine sprayed on her face and flowed down her neck, making her clothes soaked.
Ye Wuhen laughed loudly, with tears glistening in his eyes. He took the wine jar and drank it down, feeling very happy.
"elder brother."
Ye Wuhen suddenly raised his eyes. Under the white moonlight and the breeze blowing, Ye Wuhen's eyes were full of surprise and excitement.
As if he couldn't believe it, Ye Wuhen asked again, "You...what did you call me?"
Qingge turned her head awkwardly, "Forget it if you didn't hear it."
"I heard it, I heard it." Ye Wuhen laughed, very happy.
Qingge lowered his head and smiled.
She is able to move the world with her bare hands, and she can also forget all her grudges with a smile.
Things in this world are changing rapidly, and who knows what will happen in the future. Since we are living in the present, just drink to your heart's content and never return until you are drunk.
The two of them drank heartily. Ye Wuhen leaned on the chair in the pavilion and said, "I don't know why I have to talk to you so much. Maybe it's because the same blood flows in my bones."
Same blood?
Qingge raised her eyebrows, maybe it was different, Ye Zhengxiong and Ye Jingfeng were not brothers at all.
But, so what?
"Leave Qin Lan and Ye Xue to me to deal with it. From now on, you can just be your young master of the Ye family with peace of mind." Qing Ge took a sip of wine and broke the jar, saying.
Ye Wuhen was stunned for a long time, "Okay."
The wine is refreshing, the moon is shining like home, and we can chat until late at night, and our hearts are already open.
"Qing Ge, do you still remember that when you were a child, you would always follow me and yell at me like you were a big brother? You were just a follower."
Ye Wuhen seemed to have remembered the past, with a gentle smile on his lips, "When I was a child, I didn't like to communicate with others. I often closed myself in the house. Other people of my generation didn't want to have contact with me, but you,
He often crawls into the dog hole in the yard to see me."
"puff."
Qingge spit out a sip of wine.
"After my mother died, you were always by my side, numb and crying with me. I know that when I was in the land of death, everyone thought I was dead. Only you were different. You always
I would sit in the courtyard that was damaged by the fire, and I would sit there all day long."
"I came back from the land of death, and you came to me very happily. I wanted to live and endure the humiliation. In order to please Qin Lan, I asked you to get out. Since then, you have never come to me again, and you have never seen me again.
He always hides and seems to be afraid of me."
When talking about the past, as long as you lift up a corner, everything will flow over you like a source.
Qingge lay back, looking at the ceiling carved with toads, her mouth slightly raised, she turned to look at Ye Wuhen, and said with a smile: "Want to see the stars?"
Ye Wuhen was stunned.
He sang softly: "Lie down."
Ye Wuhen's eyelashes trembled, but he still listened to the song and lay down, looking at the same ceiling.
Qing Ge grinned, as bright as a flower. She concentrated, her mind moved slightly, and the bloody spiritual fire bloomed like fireworks, burning the suspended ceiling. The ceiling of the pavilion turned into little bits of bright light under the burning of the spiritual fire.
, falling in all directions, flickering and blurred, with a coquettish red makeup.
In an instant, the ceiling of the pavilion scattered in the cold wind. Ye Wuhen's eyes saw the stars in the sky and the bright white moon through the blood flames and cold wind.
"Does it look good?"
"nice."
Ye Wuhen pursed his lips.
In his life, he had never seen such a beautiful scene.
The two of them lay like this, letting the cold wind hit them, and the smell of wine filled the air. There were three jars of fine wine hidden under the sycamore tree on the outskirts of the city.
I heard that it will be a delicacy ten years from now.
Ye Wuhen closed his eyes. He might have been drunk, but even if such beautiful scenery turned into a pile of loess a hundred years later, he would take it with him to his grave.
The stars that night, the moon that night, the passing south wind and the beautiful smile on the girl's face.
In the second half of the night, the wind got colder and colder, the wine got stronger and stronger, and it seemed like light snow had fallen in the deep sky, covering this thousand-year-old city.
Ye Wuhen stood on the steps of the pavilion, looking at the snow in the sky by the moonlight.