Pampering the sea

"When I was most desperate, he didn't abandon me, but you, my husband, had no news at all. May I ask, should I still regard you as the most important person?"

"I--"

"Let me go!" Xin Yue raised his arm and threw Chu Zhiling away viciously, and such a violent movement also touched her wound, she clutched her chest tightly, a trace of blood spilled from the corner of her mouth.

Chu Zhiling was going to help her, but she took a step back cautiously, her eyes revealing a kind of coldness isolated from the world.

He still regressed, and sat aside, watching her walk out of his room step by step. In the howling cold wind, she walked forward step by step, her steps were very steady, and she never looked back.

Xin Yue felt like she was living in water, her whole body was icy, and many things rushed towards her chest. She grabbed the clothes on her chest, and suddenly woke up from the dream. She looked at the sky blankly, and gulped Breathing deeply, she finally began to admit the fact that Yan Zhan was really dead.

The person who had been with her for so long died without warning.

Tears flowed slowly into her eyes when she dreamed back in the middle of the night. In the late night alone, she cried so loudly. She hugged the cold pillow, without a trace of restraint, crying loudly, calling his Name, she knew she couldn't cry, her heart was seriously injured, as long as she exerted a little force, her internal organs felt as if they were torn apart.

However, for the first time, she realized that her emotions were not under her control at all, and her calmness and restraint were thrown out of the blue. She lay on the bed, in the silence of the night, tightly hugging the last girl in her arms. A little warm sustenance, crying like a child.

Yan Zhan is dead, he is dead, he will never come back to life, from then on, she traveled all over the world, and it is impossible for her to meet someone like him again.

Without him.

Xin Yue still set foot on the ship to Japan.

On the day I arrived in Kyoto, the streets were very lively. During the festival I don’t know the name of, some people were enthusiastically dancing the flower hat dance, and a large number of cows walked through the street in groups. It is a very luxurious car. There are strings of glass bead curtains on the ox cart, exuding a clear luster in the sun, and the person Xin Yue wants to see is sitting in the ox cart. He is still so dazzling, The face of the child of the moon is astounding.

With a slight smile, Xin Yue called softly: "Xia Chuan."

Then turn around.

This is the last person she wants to see. From then on, life and death are free, and the sea and the sky are open.

"Xin Yue..."

Under the rustling cherry tree, Xin Yue stopped suddenly, her back was stiff, and her hands were tightly clenched into fists.

His voice is as mellow and pleasant as ever.

Xin Yue didn't look back, just walked forward step by step.

"Did I recognize the wrong person?" The man's tranced voice was left behind, gradually distant.

Well, I got it wrong, Xia Chuan, I haven't been here.

"No - Xin Yue!"

Xin Yue hurriedly escaped from the crowd, but there was still a loud voice behind her, she bit her lips tightly, and after hearing the man called her name again, she couldn't help it, and returned slowly. nod.

"Xia Chuan——" the tired voice, with indescribable vicissitudes, she is no longer the fierce and proud woman she was back then, she is still elegant, but there is a little more melancholy that was not seen before.

On the busy street, the man sitting in the bullock cart frowned slightly.

Cherry blossoms danced and slid down his jade-white side face.

In the silent hall, the flames in the lanterns are flickering, and the royal family’s incense is hovering, exuding a simple and long-lasting atmosphere. Occasionally, a gust of wind blows from the window, and the incense mist is lightly scattered, like the hands of a sympathizer, lingering on the pillars of the corridor. Thin totem.

"How are you doing?"

The same tone, the same question, overflowed from the lips at the same time, the difference was that one was in Japanese and the other was in Chinese.

Xin Yue asked Japanese, Xia Chuan asked Chinese.

As soon as the words were finished, the two were startled at the same time, and then, the corners of their mouths overflowed with faint smiles, just like they did many years ago.

Xin Yue suddenly realized that he hadn't smiled for a long time.

When did it start?After Yan Zhan died, or earlier, when Chu Zhiling left her alone, or, in fact, earlier, she had already discovered that something was wrong. The emperor has worked so hard, and Chu Zhiling's status has risen step by step. When this once rebellious and righteous man seems to have completely surrendered to his enemy, she has slowly lost her smile.

By the way, it started from that time. No matter how hard she tried to smile, it was useless. She knew that he had something to do, but she still chose to believe him, believed that he would tell her, believed that he would choose With reference to her opinion, I believe that he will always accompany her to protect her, and she doesn't want to doubt him from the beginning to the end. After all, this is the last bottom line of being a lover.

However, he finally crossed over.

"I'm not doing well at all." Xin Yue said sadly after taking a sip of tea.

As expected, she saw Xia Chuan's pretty brows slowly wrinkled together, his handsome moonlight-like eyes were filled with layers of mist, his begonia-colored lips were pursed into a thin line, and then , he said softly: "What happened, what happened?"

Xin Yue put his hand on his forehead, shook his head sadly, and sighed: "There is an old saying in China that goes like this: if you don't see each other every day, it's like three autumns. Count how many years I haven't seen you, what do you say?" Am I doing well?"

Xia Chuan was taken aback for a moment, and then laughed softly, with an unpredictable smile on his lips: "If you say that, I will take it seriously."

The man's eyes are very bright, like the stars that flow forever in the night after the misty clouds have dispersed.

Xin Yue choked on a sip of tea: "Yeah, I was joking."

"Oh, I'm just kidding, so you don't miss me at all." Xia Chuan frowned slightly, his eyelashes were like a butterfly with broken wings, and they were about to fall.

He is really a peerless handsome man, no matter what kind of posture he is in, there is a smoke-like melancholy from the corners of his eyes and brows, his ivory white skin is as clear as snow, as if it would fall apart with the slightest touch, sometimes It is as cold and distant as a mountain, sometimes at a loss like a child lost in fireworks.

"Hey, hello—" Even if he guessed that he was pretending, this guy would doubt his own deduction. Xin Yue frowned and called out softly.

"Hey, what, I don't have a name?" Xia Chuan slightly raised his brows, seeing that the usually calm woman was anxious at the moment, with a triumphant smile on the corner of her mouth. When someone exploded, the beautiful man used His slender and slender hands, like bright jade, held up a cup of tea, and gave him a smile that turned all living beings—"It's not good to get angry, hey, drink tea."