The Boyfriend Who I’ve Never Met

"Wei Yun, it's nice to know you."

When Wei Yun saw the gilded letter paper spread on the book case, there seemed to be a faint light and shadow in his seemingly cold eyes.

After a long while, the corners of his lips were hooked, and he raised his eyes to look at the deep night hidden by the heavy building outside the window lattice.

The stars in the sky, in the seemingly endless night, seem like the rivers and seas flowing back, vast and boundless.

The room was silent and the lights flickered.

The young man in Jinyi walked slowly to the window lattice, and the night wind blew his long black hair on his shoulders, and the copper pendant on the bookcase behind him seemed to emit a pale golden brilliance under the dim candlelight for a moment.

Mysterious runes are looming, like all-encompassing stars reflected in it, as the pale golden astrolabe rotates, it emits hot and dazzling light like a galaxy overturning.

Wei Yun turned his head to catch a glimpse of the small stream of light that suddenly emerged, reflected in his deep eyes, like a fleeting silhouette of fireworks.

He turned around and returned to the book case, holding the bronze pendant in his hand.

Rubbing his fingertips on the edge of the copper pendant, a relief phoenix with a feather missing, his knuckles gradually tightened.

Starting from the copper pendant in his hand, all of this seemed to be covered with clouds and mists.

Even that little talk... is always a factor of instability.

Whose chess piece is she?

And why did the mysterious man who has never shown his face take his life?

That night, Wei Yun slept extremely restlessly.

Perhaps it was because the dream returned to the childhood home of the Wei family again, and he became the sick child locked in the small yard by his father again.

The old courtyard walls, the weeds sparsely embedded in the cracks of the floor tiles, and the ruler held high by his father.

"Wei Yun, do you know what's wrong?"

The sleeves of Qing Cang's dark pattern were raised, and the ruler hit Xiao Weiyun, who was only eight years old, severely.

The ruler fell down again and again, and the child kneeling in the yard always straightened his back and pressed his bloodless lips. From beginning to end, there was no sound.

"Wei Yun, do you know what's wrong?"

The father's voice became more severe, with unbearable anger.

That is the majesty and magnanimity of being a father that he can only come up with when facing Wei Yun.

But in Wei's family, he was always weak.

"Wei Yun, I have never done anything wrong."

No matter how many times his father asked, no matter how many years Xiao Weiyun was **** in that square yard, and no matter how painful his father's ruler fell on him.

Xiao Weiyun never felt that he was wrong.

He has never admitted his mistake.

In a large mansion as big and deep as the Wei family, Wei Changning, who is in the third room and a bastard, had longed for his son to be as cautious and cautious as he was, and to live cautiously without showing sharp edges.

A cowardly man will never be willing to make any changes, and he is also afraid of changes.

Just like, even though he still loves Wei Yun's mother, Shen, who died less than a year ago, he still obeyed the three-homeowner's will and married the daughter of a wealthy merchant in Jinzhou.

Wei Yun once hated his father, hated his cowardice, hated him for forcing himself to become a horrible person like him.

I hate him for boasting that he loves his mother, but when his mother has just passed away, he married someone else.

Hate him for succumbing to the so-called involuntary.

I hate him even more for depriving him of the right to choose how to live.

But this cowardly man is still his father after all.

It was Wei Yun who was the only blood relative who treated him sincerely in that bottomless Wei family mansion.

On the day of Wei's disaster, his father patted him on his thin shoulders, leaned over and hugged him, and said, "You were born sick and weak, but you are born with rebellion... Wei Yun, you are better than Dad."

Although this man is cowardly and incompetent, he is also a person who refuses to cry easily.

But that night, Wei Yun, who was only ten years old, clearly noticed a trace of dampness that lightly landed on his neck.

The felony committed by Wei's long house and Er Fang's concubine eventually implicated everyone in the Wei family.

Even though his father was born with care and care in everything, who would have thought that in the end, he would still be a victim of the evil consequences of Wei's Long House and Er Fang.

Since then, Wei Yun has known that forbearance, retreat, and convergence are all excuses for the weak.

One life, such as the morning dew.

And in this world, only power is the most eternal thing.

To get rid of the fate of being slaughtered by others, he can only be the one who controls his life and death.

In the ten years of Dianpei, no one can really know how **** tempering the sick and weak child who was once locked in the deepest house has gone through, and how many desperations he has traveled alone before finally becoming the one he is today. A young national teacher who is heavily relied on by the Emperor's grace.

And the years have already turned his soft heart into cold as ice.

He doesn't care about anyone, let alone himself.

The past events were stacked frame by frame like dew reflections. Later, Wei Yun frowned lightly. In half asleep and half awake, he seemed to hear a very soft voice calling him:

"Wei Yun, it's nice to know you."

It was a girl's voice, with a slightly rising end, with seven points of joy and three points of cowardice.

He opened his eyes suddenly, and what he saw before him was pitch black.

He breathed slightly, his chest was undulating, and the girl's voice seemed to echo in his ears.

The copper pendant he placed next to the pillow gleamed slightly, while the looming astrolabe turned and dotted around, making a misty sound like a bell.

At this moment, the girl in another time and space is still sleeping peacefully.

The dark screen of the phone next to her pillow gradually revealed a pale golden trace of phoenix tail feathers, and a small astrolabe was hidden in it, quietly turning.

"Wei Yun..."

During her sleep, she seemed to murmur softly.

When the clear voice reached Wei Yun's ears, his pupils shrank slightly. He stared at the copper pendant by his pillow for a long time, and it was difficult to look away for a while.

Since that night, Wei Yun could hear Xie Tao's voice occasionally, mostly in the dead of night.

Sometimes it was her unconscious dream talk at midnight, sometimes it was the broken thoughts of a person when she stayed up all night to sleep.

For example: "I really want to eat crayfish... Can't afford it, forget it."

Another example: "I really want to eat braised pork... I don't want to cook, forget it."

Another example: "This flavor of instant noodles is too delicious?!"

...

Sometimes Wei Yun would hear her talking about him:

"How did Wei Yun grow up?" He can actually recite books like "Theory of Knowledge". This is not what a devil is!"

"I don't know what Wei Yun is doing now..."

"I want to eat the sweet-scented osmanthus lotus root cake from Wei Yun..."

But such cases are in the minority after all.

Wei Yun noticed that he could hear her voice only when the astrolabe formed by the emergence of golden air flow appeared on the bronze wear.

Time is fast, like flowing water.

Because school is about to start, but Xie Tao, who is addicted to working and earning money, still has nearly half of her summer homework left unfinished, so she can only start rushing homework late at night.

Xie Tao, who was struggling to write at the desk, fell on the workbook when she encountered a big math problem that couldn't be solved. "This is too difficult..."

At that time, Wei Yun, who had not slept well for several days because he was busy supervising the completion of the Zodiac Pavilion, could finally fall asleep early, but was disturbed by her sound.

When he opened his eyes, the copper pendant by the pillow turned on the astrolabe, and he heard the girl's distressed sigh.

I don't know why, at that moment, there was a trace of smile in his eyes.

As if a spring blossomed suddenly in the endless ice-covered snowfield all the year round, the young son was lying on the bed, rubbing the copper pendant in his hand, his eyebrows stretched, warm and radiant.

When the sky broke, Wei Yun was awakened by the voice of Wei Jing outside the door.

Because he never liked being touched by others, he never left a maid to serve in the National Teacher's Mansion, and he did all the trivial dressing and washing matters on weekdays.

After he finished washing, he changed into the silver-silk dark crepe gown he had to wear when he was in the upper dynasty, and Weibo, who stood by, offered the jade-inlaid golden crown on the tray in due course.

Wei Yun leaned on his side, facing the huge bronze mirror next to him, put on the golden crown, tightened the hairband of the same color as the robe and inlaid with delicate jade pieces, and tucked it between the thick long hair behind him.

When he pulled the belt on the screen and tied it around his thin waist, he seemed to think of something, so he raised his head and looked at Weibo who was standing aside, "Let the kitchen prepare a plate of sweet-scented osmanthus lotus root cake."

At the end, he added another sentence, "Keep it in a box."

Wei Bo was stunned for a moment, and then quickly bowed his head: "Yes, sir."

When Wei Yun got on the carriage and was about to go to court, Wei Bo handed a box of pastries to Wei Jing's hands.

"grown ups."

Wei Jing opened the curtain and presented the box of pastries.

The curtain was pulled down again, and Wei Yun looked at the box of pastries on the counter. When he raised his hand, his sleeves were wide and moved to his wrist, revealing the copper pendant he had been holding.

He placed the copper pendant on the box of pastries.

But seeing the golden light shimmering and the box of pastries disappeared out of thin air, his expression was always calm.

But when he was sitting on the soft cushion, staring at the copper pendant for a long time, he tapped his fingers on the table, and suddenly pulled his lips, his expression dull and obscure.

It is clear that she is disturbing dreams.

Why did he give it away when she asked for it?

The author has something to say: Xie Tao: I really want to eat sweet-scented osmanthus lotus root powder cake...

Wei Yun: You quarreled me :)