【Xiaming】Dyeing paper

Fang Siming sat alone in the courtyard.

There was a jug of wine on the stone table, which he specially brought back from Jinling. People in the south of the Yangtze River always like this kind of soft wine, unlike the Central Plains, where spicy spirits are more popular.

In fact, he is not picky about wine, or in other words, he has no special hobbies for these things that satisfy his appetite.He can't have weaknesses, and naturally he can't have any hobbies - when he was young, in order to let him understand this, Zhu Wengui did a lot of things that left a deep impression on him and will never be forgotten in his life.

Until now, no matter how good the wine he drank was just that kind of taste, no matter how delicious the delicacies were, in his eyes, they were just food for his hunger.

He finally became Zhu Wengui's weapon.

Weapons—he smiled.Even if it is a weapon, then he has to do his best to sharpen himself to make Zhu Wengui satisfied.

Since this play is what Zhu Wengui is looking forward to, it doesn't matter if he continues to perform it.He always said that others were stubborn, but in fact he was the most stubborn one.He knew what he was doing and what the consequences would be if he continued.But he could not, and would never, turn back.He doesn't need anyone's pity and refuses anyone's persuasion.

He knows how to fight back in the face of malicious ridicule, and also knows how to refuse sympathy and persuasion—he has met too many people, and he already has his own way of dealing with these things.

But he has never encountered it...and he doesn't know how to respond to such a turbulent and straightforward "like".

What's more, he and that boy were used from the beginning, so how could there be any good results?

He thought of the admiring eyes when he pretended to be Fang Ying and approached the boy, the way he blushed when he bandaged his wound, the cold kiss under the moonlight, and the simple and almost clumsy confession .

The young man never concealed his thoughts, but the taste of the pear blossom stuffed that night seemed particularly unforgettable.

He clearly wanted to tell the truth before—so that the boy would give up.But for some reason, looking into his pair of clear eyes, he couldn't say anything.

Such a person, such an expression... He never thought that one day, he would want to "protect" something from being destroyed.

He ended up saying nothing.

He doesn't bother to tell lies - in the face of absolute strength, he doesn't need to bother to construct lies.But at this moment, for the first time, he felt that even if it was a deception, he hoped that those eyes would not be stained with other colors.

When he came back to his senses, he had brought the pear blossom wine to this place again.For some reason, after talking about things with Zhu Wengui, he felt inexplicably bored in his heart—it was clear that Zhu Wengui seldom praised him after a long time, but he couldn't be happy at all.

He came here in the evening and sat alone for a long time, until the moon was in the sky, but the young man never appeared.

He didn't wait for the person he wanted to see, but the annoying flies came uninvited and disturbed people's cleanliness again.He frowned, looking at Lin Qinghui who was coming gracefully, he only felt extremely irritable in his heart, and he didn't even bother with the usual hypocrisy and obedience.

He glanced at Lin Qinghui's face with a soft and coquettish smile that has never changed for thousands of years, and said lightly: "What's the matter?"

Lin Qinghui stretched out his fingers to wrap his fingers around the black hair that hung down to his shoulders, and stopped moving forward, only stood still a few steps away, and said gracefully: "The young master is drinking here alone, it really makes my family feel uncomfortable. I don't know Who is the young master waiting for here?"

Fang Siming ignored her, but she was not annoyed at all, and moved closer, stroking the wine jar on the table with her fingers, covering her lips with a light smile and saying: "Oh, this is the best pear blossom wine. Young master is it?" Did you bring it to drink with that kid? It's a pity..."

She prolonged her voice on purpose, and when she saw the impatient look in Fang Siming's eyes, she said lightly, "I'm afraid the people trained by the young master are not well supervised, so they ran away."

Fang Siming's eyes darkened, and he said coldly: "Lin Qinghui, what kind of tricks are you playing?"

But Lin Qinghui didn't think he was disobedient at all, and said softly: "The two people who were arrested a few days ago clearly did not take the initiative, let them go, and made a good plan, and pushed them all on the head of the servant—— "She raised the corners of her lips: "The master of the pavilion lost his temper like that, the slave family is very wronged."

Fang Siming snorted coldly, as if acquiescing to the other party's words, and ignored her.

She noticed that Fang Siming froze for a moment because of her words, and she became more and more proud.Even though he had a gentle and charming look on his face, there was a mocking expression in his eyes: "I feel upset when I see those apprentices who shout about love and love all day long. It's not because I want to share the worries of the young master." Solve the problem? Or..." She rolled her eyes, and her voice became more ambiguous: "Does the young master have any other intentions for that person?"

Fang Siming glanced at her, his tone was as cold as ice: "Mind your own business."

Lin Qinghui rolled his eyes, and suddenly realized something, and said: "Ah, I guess it's because my family is troubled. The young master is really distressed, and wants to hide the child to prevent the pavilion master from beheading him?"

Fang Siming's complexion changed slightly, but she smiled coquettishly without realizing it: "Yes, yes, the young master used to understand the pavilion master's temper. Since the business of the Liu family has fallen into the hands of the pavilion master, we will avoid future troubles. , don’t you want to cut the weeds and eradicate the roots?”

Lin Qinghui still had that soft and charming appearance, but the words on his mouth were as sharp as a knife: "Then the young master might as well guess, if he escaped like this, is he still alive?"

Fang Siming has been silent, did not respond to her, and let her talk to herself.But it wasn't until Lin Qinghui said those words just now that he suddenly stepped forward, grabbed her by the neck, and lifted her into the air.He didn't say a word, letting Lin Qinghui struggle desperately.The other party's face gradually lost color, and his eyes changed from surprise to viciousness, and finally even begged.

However, he still stood still, only looking at the struggling woman coldly, his eyes almost frozen into ice.

"Lin Qinghui, I won't move you, it's just a comparison between laziness and flies."

After he finished speaking, he leaned closer to Lin Qinghui's ear again, his voice was very low and slow, but every word fell into Lin Qinghui's ear very clearly.

"You are still so stupid. Even now, you can't tell who you can kill and who, and you can't even touch a hair."

If it weren't for the icy cold and blood-soaked murderous intent in his words, such a soft tone would almost seem a little unusually gentle.

Only then did Lin Qinghui feel fear - she really annoyed Fang Siming.For some reason, for the first time, she felt that Fang Siming would really kill her regardless.She nodded indiscriminately while unconscious, and the other party snorted coldly, threw her to the ground, and left without looking back.

She coughed violently a few times, gritted her teeth, and her eyes were full of viciousness again.She shouted at Fang Siming's leaving back, "Do you think you can hide him forever by lying to him and protecting him?"

Fang Siming's figure froze for a moment.

"Fang Siming, if Zhu Wengui wants you to kill his whole family—or Wansheng Pavilion to kill his whole family. Do you think he will draw his sword against you next time he sees you?"

Her voice suddenly lowered, but the words that came out of her mouth became more piercing: "What kind of love is love, is a useless person like you worthy?"

Fang Siming turned his head slowly, and glanced at Lin Qinghui who was lying on the ground.

Lin Qinghui was stunned for a moment, until the other party turned his head and left completely. After a long time, her eyes were filled with almost crazy hatred—or, it could be said to be jealousy.

Why did he look at her like that?As if looking at a piece of rubbish, a madman, a beggar on the side of the road - with pity, sympathy, but avoiding like a snake.

He's just a cripple.Lin Qinghui cursed, and suddenly felt a little happy in his heart.

How can such a useless person get true love? .

He doesn't deserve it.Everyone in this Wansheng Pavilion is unworthy.If Lin Qinghui can't get it, no one can think about it.Fang Siming... He doesn't even have a normal body, so how could it be possible?

She slowly closed her eyes, as if she had settled down on her thoughts, a gentle and sweet smile appeared on her face again.

leave here.

There was a voice in his heart that kept clamoring.

Faster, faster.

He couldn't care about anything, he didn't want to think about anything.He can almost be regarded as having fled from Mingyue Villa hastily.His legs didn't seem to be his own anymore, and his mind was blank.The silent chanting of the Qinggong mental method was chaotic, and I fell down several times in the middle.Before he ran far, his whole body was covered with wounds of various sizes, and he was still bleeding continuously.

This time Fang Siming won't catch him again - he was in a daze, and this thought came to him again.The wound should be very painful, but he didn't seem to feel it at all.

How can it hurt?No matter how many wounds he has on his body, it can't match one ten-thousandth of what he feels in his heart at the moment.

Let him hate Fang Siming - he can't.A few hours ago, he still hugged that person in his arms, with such tenderness, such satisfying joy, how could he pretend that nothing had happened?

He knew that no matter how far he ran, it would be in vain.

He almost hated himself.

Where is Fang Siming the noble person in his destiny, it is clearly the catastrophe in his destiny.I can't hide, I can't escape, and I always rush forward, hoping that this doom can stay by my side for a little longer, and I can take another look at myself.He expressed his sincerity, and even though he knew that Fang Siming was not in the right way, he had no intention of turning back at all.

He has always longed for a righteous hero like Chu Liuxiang.Although he has never experienced any storms, he has also learned the truth about right and wrong.But as soon as he met Fang Siming, this weak persistence was easily shattered by the other party.

When he hugged Fang Siming, he thought in his heart, since Fang Siming is going to hell, then he will be with him.Whether it is the righteous way or the evil way.As long as Fang Siming wants him to accompany him, he can go anywhere and be willing to do anything.

But Fang Siming doesn't need it.

It seems that the things he regards as precious have never entered Fang Siming's eyes.

He never touched Fang Siming.

For some reason, no one stopped him along the way.He stumbled to the ferry, but happened to meet Gu Mingxuan who came to rescue him.

His first reaction turned out to be that what Fang Siming told him was not all lies.

He felt the bitterness in his heart constantly stirring up, and he was a little out of breath for a while.

Gu Mingxuan was startled by his almost bloodless pale face, seeing his wounds all over his body and his distressed appearance, he hurriedly stepped forward to check, and then he breathed a sigh of relief: "Fortunately, it's all light flesh and blood. Injury. How did you get into this look?"

He let Gu Mingxuan fiddle with it in a daze, and seemed to realize the meaning of the other party's words after a long while, resisting the overwhelming sense of embarrassment and said: "Brother Gu...as long as you are fine."

Seeing his strange expression, Gu Mingxuan immediately changed his face and said: "Did the thieves from Wansheng Pavilion torture you?" After he finished speaking, he seemed to have confirmed his thoughts immediately, and said with a shame on his face: "It's all because of me. Okay, I didn't save you in time. Ayun has been in a coma, and after I woke up, I found an opportunity to escape with her, and then I settled down and she planned to go to find you, but I didn't expect it to be too late."

He shook his head, twitched the corners of his mouth and said, "No...Brother Gu doesn't need to blame himself. These injuries were not done by...the people in Wansheng Pavilion. They were all caused by my lack of skill and I accidentally fell when I ran out. "

After hearing this, Gu Mingxuan's expression softened a little, but he still apologized and said: "After all, I didn't bring you out in time. Sigh..." He sighed, and said to the pale young man in front of him: "Ayun was killed by me. It’s placed in the inn in front, and I’ll help you there. But it’s not suitable to stay here for a long time, when Ah Yun wakes up, we’d better leave as soon as possible.”

He was half-supported by Gu Mingxuan into the inn, and the other party was busily busy again.First, he called a doctor to treat his wound, and he was relieved when he knew that his body was fine.The doctor had been standing by Lan Qiyun's side all the time, and now seeing the wounded person in front of him, with a dazed expression on his face, he just muttered that the young man was really capable of tossing around, so he shook his head and left.

After Gu Mingxuan ordered him to leave the room again, he lay on the bed, and felt that the noisy surroundings were too quiet, so that he felt a little cold.

But because of the medicine on his wound, his body felt faintly hot again.Exhaustion and drowsiness surged together, and he fell asleep in a daze.

But he didn't sleep soundly, and he was still muttering something.After a long time, the door suddenly creaked and was pushed open.The person who came was a silver-haired woman who looked old, but her face was still calm and moving.

The woman walked to the edge, looked at his tightly closed eyes and frowning brows, sighed softly for a long time, chanted something softly, and shook the bell she was holding on to gently.

The ringing of the bell was quite pleasant, and his breath gradually calmed down.The woman gradually stopped the movement of her hands, and said something silently, put her hand on his forehead, and said softly: "Go, go to his dream... just take a look."