box of hearts

Chapter 280 Looking at My Hometown (24)
It's love, it's always been love.Xi He was in a daze and was insane, she wanted to pounce on Qi She and hug Qi She, she wanted to dig out her lively heart and give it to him, but her heart, her heart couldn't save him, Her heart was convulsing and dying with him, like a piece of red meat on a cutting board.Her long Lingchi never ended, and it finally came to an end.The pain of being killed made Xihe's head and body boiled with iron slurry of hatred, and his bloodshot red pupils swept around, looking for the murderer.She shouted with all her might: "Quanfu! Quanfu!"

Quan Fu, who was guarding outside the tent, crashed in at the sound. Because of the horrific screams of his master, he had already held an unsheathed dagger in his hand.Xihe stepped back half a step, her fair wrist and fingers were long and slender, and Koudan was scarlet, like a poisonous red-crowned crane, aiming at Qiao Yunze.

"Kill him, Quan Fu, kill him for me——!!!"

Just as Qiao Yun's eyes widened in astonishment, Quan Fuyi jumped on him and stabbed him in the back.Quan Fu's movement is so smooth and proficient, because he has practiced this movement thousands of times in his day and night dreams.This is an unmissable, life-and-death battle for favor. A mistress can only have one good eunuch.

Qiao Yun fell, a pariah, a prince, a lunatic who spent his whole life pursuing dignity by self-destructing his dignity, and bumped into fate on the way to avoid fate, and was revenged after the happiest revenge.He lay five steps away from his old enemy Qi She, and even stopped all signs of life faster than Qi She.

After the endless waterfall of tears, Xi He looked towards the ground with Qi She's still half-opened and slack eyes, wondering if he had seen this scene.She wished he had seen it.She avenged him, and he didn't have to worry about that dirty thing anymore, it would be her who would close his eyelids, wash away the dirty blood with her own hands, and hand over his token to his wife with her own hands.

Now, her mission is complete.

Xihe glanced at Qingtian for the last time, then lifted the hem of the heavy skirt expressionlessly, got up and left.She walked a long way before a faint voice came from behind. It was indescribable, like the low growl of a female beast.However, this did not disturb Xihe's footsteps, she walked forward gracefully and without stopping.This is not the path she chose, her path should be accompanied by holding hands, singing birds and flowers, not such a golden, lonely and cramped ladder, she is climbing like a shadow, with neither lover nor rival—— Perhaps, this is the path she chose.Xihe's heart is neither sad nor happy, and there is nothing; it is a vast and vast city with thousands of households, but only guards a lonely woman who is empty and longing for no one to leave.

Xi He's figure was far away, and one day, in the wind and wind, the sun cleared and the smoke cleared.

In the silent empty room, Qingtian twisted, trembled, moaned and roared.She felt an earthquake-like fetal movement in her abdomen, and after that, tears finally poured out.There is a whole piece of ocean leaking from the sky of Lihen, rushing towards everything that he and she built with their own hands, day and night.Like the collapse of a city, like the destruction of a country, the former alliance is gone, the remnants of fate are broken, the past and the future have been washed away by the present in an instant, and there is nothing left, except—Qingtian stretched out his hand to the golden box on the table, his hand was shaking , shaking so fast that she would shatter herself to pieces—even in the ruins of reality, in the complete erasure and blankness of death, he still proudly left something for her.A will with no words, but thousands of words, a relic that she had been with her day and night and never left, but she had never seen it with her own eyes.

A beam of light, turning dreams into smoke, entered through the window, and was just casting on the box. Inside the box was a fresh, blood-red, man's heart.From the size of the heart, it can be clearly inferred that if the man clenches his fist, the size of the fist will tell what kind of broad and powerful palm the fist will be. .

This story, in this golden box that has been fully opened, is like an open love letter, silently and lowly, telling myself, telling myself.

Notes:

[1] (Tang) Yuan Zhen's "Sorrow of Sadness": "Sitting idle and mourning the king is also mourning himself. How long is a hundred years. Deng You has no son to find his life, and Pan Yue still has a lot of words to mourn his death. What do you hope for in the same acupoint? The fate of life will be more difficult. Wei Jiang will keep his eyes open all night long, and repay his life without raising his eyebrows."

[2] (Tang) Li Shangyin's "Chang'e": "The shadow of the candle on the mica screen is deep, the long river gradually falls and the dawn stars sink. Chang'e should regret stealing the elixir, and the blue sea and the blue sky are heart-warming every night."

[3] Huang Yaoming's "Dirty" (lyric) Zhou Yaohui: "Don't frown for the day, promise you, only bow your head to kiss you."

[4] (Tang) Li Bai's "Autumn Wind Ci": "The fallen leaves gather and disperse, and the jackdaws roost and startle again. Lovesickness knows when we will meet each other, and it is embarrassing at this night."

[5] (Tang) Wang Changling's "Five Poems of Changxin Qiuci": "The jade face is not as good as the jackdaw, and it still brings the shadow of Zhaoyang." Pet.

[6] "Buddha Saying Parable Sutra": "At one time there was a man who wandered in the wilderness and was chased by evil elephants. Frightened and nowhere to go. I saw an empty well. There was a tree root next to it. I found the root. I hid in the well. There were two black and white mice. They gnaw at the roots of the tree. There are four poisonous snakes around the well. They want to sting the person. There is a poisonous dragon below. They are afraid of the dragon and the snake, and the tree roots will be broken. Honey from the tree roots. Five drops fall into the mouth. The tree shakes and the bees scatter. It stings the person. The wildfire is back. Burn the tree."

[7] (Tang Dynasty) Li Shangyin's "Untitled Last Night Stars Last Night Wind": "Last night stars last night wind, west of the painting building and east of Guitang. The body has no colorful phoenix and double wings, and the heart has a clear understanding. Send hook spring wine warm from the next seat, and divide Cao The wax lamp is red when it is shot. I listen to the drums and go to the officials, and go to Malantai to turn around the canopy."

[8] (Tang Dynasty) Li Shangyin's "Cicada": "The fifth watch is sparse, and the tree is ruthless." It was so ruthless.The poem was originally to express the poet's dissatisfaction in his official career through the mouth of the autumn cicada. Here we only borrow the image of the cicada and the tree for my own use.

[9] André Breton Nadja: "La beautésera CONVULSIVE ou ne sera pas". (Andre Breton "Naja": "Beauty is convulsive, otherwise there is no beauty.")
[10] (Tang) Li Shangyin's "Chu Yin": "On the mountain, the palace is separated from the palace and upstairs, and the river flows by the side of the palace in front of the building. The sky of Chu is long and short, and it rains at dusk, and Song Yu has no worries and worries about himself."

[11] "Bible · New Testament · 4 Timothy 6:[-]": "I am poured out now, and the time for my departure has come. I have fought the good fight, and I have finished the race. , I have kept the faith. From now on there is laid up for me the crown of righteousness, which the Lord, the righteous judge, will give me in that day, not only to me, but to everyone who loves his appearing people."

(End of this chapter)