Pampering the sea

"Where are you going alone?"

Xin Yue stopped walking, his voice was soft, his words were blurred by the snow wind: "There is always a place to go."

"where is that?"

Before Xin Yue could speak, Yan Zhan stretched out his arms and brought her in front of him, fixed his eyes on her small face, and said, "Don't say anything that's none of my business, can you answer seriously?"

"I..." Under his slightly persuasive gaze, Xin Yue was rarely speechless.

Another snowflake fluttered and fell, and a thick snow piled up on the ground, like a huge layer of quilt, covering many emotions in an airtight manner.There are plum blossoms spinning, melting into the faint silver, and there is a rustling sound when they fall to the ground.This world seems to be extraordinarily silent.

Yan Zhan didn't let go of Xin Yue's hand, and Xin Yue didn't shake it off well, but found that Yan Zhan looked at her but didn't speak for a long time, Xin Yue frowned impatiently.

"The sky is big and the earth is big, if you have nowhere to go, just follow me and go to my place..."

"Is your home a shelter? Or a clinic for treating stray cats and dogs?" Before Yan Zhan could finish speaking, Xin Yue forcibly broke his hand away, his dark eyes were like jade, and his face was calm.

"You know that's not what I meant. I didn't say that because I felt pity for you..."

"So?" Xin Yue raised his eyebrows, his face still as calm as ice.

"I……"

What suddenly appeared in front of my eyes were those scenes many years ago. Parents died tragically under the tyranny of the invaders. Many children, like him, were displaced, crying all day and all night, but praying for the bright sun of their family's rebirth.

What impressed me most was that when he was 12 years old, he witnessed an outsider killing a village. He was living in that village at that time.Later, I saw the youngest son of the couple by the side of a mountain stream. At that time, the youngest son followed his master up the mountain to collect medicine and survived. The nine-year-old son who didn't know it saw him and said childishly:

"Brother Yan, why did you come up the mountain today? Are my father and mother doing well? Really, they are not cute at all. They must have missed me when they sent me to this mountain. Do you have any regrets?" Throw me, this little cutie, to Master?"

The child's eyes were shining brightly, and his expression was slightly mischievous and cunning, and his mischievous words clearly concealed his longing for his parents.

"Haha, master will take me down the mountain tomorrow, and I can eat the sweet potato dumpling rice made by my mother when I get home. It's delicious. Brother Yan, you can come too."

At that time, Yan Zhan, without speaking, reached out his hand, rubbed the child's tender earlobe, raised the corners of his lips, and nodded slowly. At the same time, tears slid down from his eyes and flowed down the grass blade , rolled into the stream on one side.

That stream leads to the Bianxi River, and in that river, there are hundreds of dead bodies floating, two of which belonged to the child's parents.

Poor Wuding Riverside Bone is still a spring boudoir dream.

At that time, Yan Zhan thought too much, thought of the tragic death of his parents, thought of the unsatisfactory death of the simple villagers who took care of him and cared for him in this village, thought of those ferocious and lawless invaders, thought of Those miserable scenes full of mourning, I thought of the children's cries day and night, and thought of the helpless feeling that I was forced to have nowhere to go again.

If it weren't for the extreme despair, how could he spend his whole life beating a pebble against a rock, seeing death as home, and giving it a go?

The snow drifted down slowly, and the sound of landing was as light as a feather.

Over the years, time has turned and turned, the world has gone against the road, and people are like flies.

"The happiness that is not easy to obtain is easily destroyed. At that time, reality forced me to have nowhere to go, so I wanted to take up the knife and get rid of those who hurt me and my compatriots. Otherwise, no matter how glorious life is, I will always feel regretful, not to mention that I am now an extremely human minister, who eats the king's salary and worries about the king's worries. The land is still a place for the common people.” He suddenly sighed long and hard, and there was vicissitudes in his eyes that Xin Yue would never understand, then he continued to look at her and said seriously, “I know all this Tian Fangye Tan, but I still want to try. Xin Yue, the road ahead is difficult, are you willing to accompany me and fight for a lifetime?"

The snow is falling, the earth is white everywhere, and the bright red plum blossoms are dancing and floating down, like blood dripping from the tip of the heart, so shocking.

When looking at her, his eyes were very clear, like melting ice and snow, so clean that there was no trace of impurity.

Xin Yue's eyes moved slightly, and they shone like water waves, with layers of ripples. She pursed her lips, lost all pretense, and whispered with a trace of sincere apology:

"Yan Zhan, I'm sorry."

The mountains in the distance overlap one another, and the ground is covered with frost everywhere, and the snow is as white as brocade.When Xin Yue's white boots stepped on the road, his feet creaked and creaked. In the ears of the independent man in the snow, it was like a string of broken notes, accompanied by the sound of heavy snow falling, lonely and cold.

She passed beside him and walked forward, her back was slender, like a resolute Mei.

A wry smile crossed Yan Zhan's lips.between heaven and earth,

Didn't you say you hate the Dutch?Don't you want to do your best to protect something?

So why, reject his offer?

Is it because... you can't let go of that person?Is it because of fear, that standing side by side with him is an enemy of that person?

Or, keep a little hope for that person, don't want to let him misunderstand, and wait for the day when the old one will be restored?

In the room, Xin Yue patted the snow on his body and hair, changed into a milky white coat, and his skin looked more delicate and beautiful.

Raising her hand, there were bruises circled on her white and slippery hand like suet, which showed how hard Yan Zhan was holding her hand.

"Idiot, it's not good for you to have anything to do with me."

Xin Yue shook his head and smiled, the corners of his mouth curved slightly.

Later, the door of Xin Yue's room was knocked open, and Cheng Yuan hurried to catch up. He looked flustered, and beads of sweat kept falling down, but fortunately, he was of excellent quality, Forcibly calm down, apologized to Xin Yue and hurriedly said:

"Girl, come with us, Chu Zhiling's people are here."

"What... what?" Xin Yue's pupils shrank, and his voice showed a little panic.But soon she ordered herself to calm down again, pursed her lips, and said, "How many of them came in total?"

"I don't know the exact amount. It is estimated that there are thousands of people."

Xin Yue's eyes sank, and his voice was low: "It's a bit tricky."