Qingge stopped and turned his back to Ye Wuhen.
In the pavilion, Ye Wuhen's eyes were slightly red and his voice was hoarse: "I am nineteen years old this year. I have lived in this world for more than ten years. In these ten years, every day is a sea of ​​swords and fire, and I am the first one at the age of twelve. The next time I went out to practice, I just left the city gate, Qin Lan sent a killer, and the people who followed me were wiped out. I escaped to the land of Death and they were willing to let me go. Do you know what the land of Death is? No one has ever lived They thought I would die wherever I came out, but I would live."
Qingge was shocked, her fingertips trembled slightly.
Ye Wuhen knelt weakly on the cold ground along the pillar. He looked drunk and his eyes were blurred.
"Three years."
Ye Wuhen smiled bitterly, "Three years in the Land of Death, I went from twelve to fifteen, and I had never eaten cooked meat, and I had never eaten rice. I even forgot to speak."
Qingge slowly turned around and looked at the fragile boy in the pavilion with complicated eyes.
She always knew that Qin Lan would do anything and knew that Ye Wuhen would have many disasters when he was a child, but she ignored Qin Lan's cruelty.
The pictures of time overlapped, and she seemed to see the skinny boy living an inhuman life in a place where there were only wild beasts, holding a sharp short sword to count how long she had to live.
If you go through the world, who will be better than whom?
"They all thought I was dead."
Ye Wuhen laughed loudly, tears of laughter splashed, "My funeral was held, but I didn't expect that in the third year, I escaped from the land of death, and when my grandfather went out, he hugged his legs, He said I was back, only my grandfather could believe me, and I couldn’t even believe my so-called biological father.”
Qingge walked into the pavilion expressionlessly, sat cross-legged on the ground, and faced Ye Wuhen.
"You should know that my mother died in the fire, right?" Ye Wuhen asked.
Qingge nodded.
"ha……"
Ye Wuhen's mouth twitched, he smiled sarcastically, and suddenly shouted: "Farting, it's all his mother's fart!"
"That night, my mother knew that Qin Lan would harm her, so she deliberately hid me. I hid in the water tank and saw Qin Lan rushed into the yard with her own eyes, and used a whip to slap my mother all over her body. When I asked my mother where I was, my mother would rather die than say that, they quit my mother's eyes, cut off my mother's tendons and legs, and finally burned the yard with a torch, saying it was a fire."
“…”
The wind is very strong and the hearts are very poisonous.
Ye Wuhen raised his head, tears in his eyes.
Behind the glamorousness, there are always incompleteness and shame.
Ye Wuhen's heart was filled with sorrow and more than ten years of grievance turned into tears, but he couldn't cry, he was a man.
"Come on, drink."
Qingge took two jars of wine from the side, one jar was given to Ye Wuhen, and one jar drank it herself. The wine sprayed her face and flowed down her neck, making her clothes soaked.
Ye Wuhen laughed loudly, tears flashing in his eyes. He took the wine jar and drank the cow, so happy.
"elder brother."
Ye Wuhen suddenly raised his eyes. Under the white moonlight, the breeze blew by. Ye Wuhen was full of surprise and excitement.
As if he couldn't believe it, Ye Wuhen asked again, "What are you... you called me?"
Qingge turned his head awkwardly, "Forget it if I didn't hear it."
"I heard it, I heard it." Ye Wuhen laughed loudly, very happy.
Greeting down, smiling lightly.
She can even use the world to move on and eliminate grudges with a smile.
Things in this world change rapidly, and who knows the future? Since you are alive in the present, you can have a good time and never return without getting drunk.
The two of them drank happily, and Ye Wuhen leaned against the chair in the pavilion and said, "I don't know why I told you so much, maybe it's because the same blood flows from my bones."
The same blood?
Qingge raised his eyebrows, I'm afraid it's different. Ye Zhengxiong and Ye Jingfeng are not brothers at all.
But, so what?
"Let Qin Lan and Ye Xue solve it. From now on, just be your young master of the Ye family." Qingge drank a sip of wine, broke the jar and said.
Ye Wuhen was stunned for a long time, "Okay."
The wine is breeze, the bright moon is like home, chatting until late at night, and my heart is already open.
"Qingge, do you still remember when you were a child, and you often followed me happily behind me and were just a follower."
Ye Wuhen seemed to remember what happened before, and a gentle smile on his lips, "When I was a child, I didn't like to communicate with people, and I often closed myself in the house. Other people of my peers didn't want to contact me, but you,
I often come to see me by drilling dog holes in the yard.”
"puff."
Qingge squirted out a sip of wine.
"After my mother died, you always stay by my side, numb and cry together. I know that when I was in the land of death, everyone thought I was dead, only you are different, you always
I would sit in the yard that was destroyed by the fire, and sit all day long."
"I came back from the land of death, and you came to me happily. I wanted to survive and endure humiliation. In order to please Qin Lan, I asked you to get out. Since then, you have never come to me again, and you will see me.
Always hiding, as if I'm afraid of me."
Speaking of the past, as long as a corner is brought up, everything will come like a source.
Qingge lay back, she looked at the ceiling carved with toads, her mouth slightly raised, turned to look at Ye Wuhen, and smiled, "Do you want to see the stars?"
Ye Wuhen was stunned.
Qingge said: "Lear down."
Ye Wuhen's eyelashes trembled, but he still lay down after listening to Qingge's words and looked at the same ceiling.
Qingge grinned, as bright as a flower, she concentrated her mind, her mind moved slightly, the bloody spiritual fire bloomed like fireworks, burning the suspended ceiling, and the ceiling of the pavilion turned into bright light under the burning of the spiritual fire
, falling in all directions, flashing and blurred, red makeup charming.
In an instant, the ceiling on 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 the 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 down like this, letting the cold wind blow, the smell of wine spread wildly, and there were three jars of fine wine hidden under the sycamore trees outside the city.
I heard that it was a delicacy ten years later.
Ye Wuhen closed his eyes, perhaps he was drunk, but even if such a beautiful scenery became a piece of loess in a hundred years, he would bring it into the grave.
The stars that night, the moon that night, the south wind passing through and the gorgeous smile on the girl's face.
In the second half of the night, the wind became colder and the wine became thicker. The sky that I knew was well-versed, covering this thousand-year-old city.
Ye Wuhen stood on the steps of the pavilion, looking at the snow in the sky with the moonlight.
“It’s snowing.”
Chapter completed!