【Xiaming】Dyeing paper

He had a long, very real dream.

He vaguely remembered that he escaped hastily from Mingyue Villa, and was then taken to the inn by Gu Mingxuan.Next, he was placed in a guest room by Gu Mingxuan.Then....he seems to be asleep?

He raised his eyes and looked at the stream flowing in front of him, the blooming flowers, the chirping birds, and the warm sunshine—he stretched out his hand, and could even feel the texture of the cold stream passing over his fingertips.

Everything is so real that it seems a little unreal.

The person in the dream will not know that he is dreaming, but he subconsciously feels that he is in a dream.

Is this his own dream?

He walked along the stream aimlessly, his mind was empty and he was lazy to think about anything.For some reason, he felt that the sun above his head became hotter the further he went, and at the end of the day, it was almost venomous.He was planning to find a shady place to take refuge temporarily, but the scene in front of him suddenly changed.

Next to him was the same creek—now nothing but cracked earth.The bird that was still chirping just now fell from the tree, fell to the ground and quickly turned into a cold corpse.The surrounding green grass and flowers are withering at a speed that is almost visible to the naked eye, but looking up for a moment, there is a vast expanse of dry land.

The sun in the sky made people feel more and more difficult.He wiped the sweat from his forehead, but the scene in front of him suddenly changed again.When he realized it, he was already in a small farmyard.He felt that this place was inexplicably familiar, but he couldn't think of where he had seen it before.When he was thinking about it, he saw a bowl of water on the bluestone table in the small courtyard—under such a scorching sun, this bowl of water could indeed be regarded as an emergency spring.

He was a little thirsty, and he thought that the left and right were also dreams, so drinking a bowl of water should be fine.However, just as his hand touched the edge of the bowl of water, the porcelain bowl shattered with a loud crash.

He was startled, and looked around vigilantly, only to hear the door creak.When he turned his head, he saw a child of seven or eight years old staring at him blankly.

Although it was a dream, the scene in front of me was really embarrassing.He subconsciously tried to collect the scattered pieces, but the child ran towards him with an eager look on his face: "Don't move!"

He thought he was offending his master, so he withdrew his hand embarrassingly.But when he was about to explain, the child carefully picked up the pieces of porcelain and piled them together, then smiled shyly at him and said, "Big brother, be careful not to hurt your hand."

He was slightly taken aback, not knowing what to say for a moment.But the child glanced at him and said clearly, "Big brother, are you thirsty?"

He nodded, and the childish boy said with an expression that I knew: "The bowl of water was originally reserved for Daddy, but Daddy doesn't know if he will come back today, so I'll pour another bowl for Big Brother? "

The child seemed defenseless against strangers, and led him into the inner room without even asking about his origin.However, the room was quite shady, and it was much better than standing outside.He sat at the table obediently, watched the child tinkering in the inner room for a while, then took out an earthen pot, took out a teacup and filled it up, handed it to him, and said with a smile: "Big brother, drink some water."

He took the water in the child's hand and drank it in one gulp, only then did he feel a little moist in his throat.The child looked at him, and there was a shy smile on his face again. His heart moved, and he asked, "What's your name?"

The child hesitated for a moment, and when he was about to answer, footsteps suddenly sounded outside the door.

The child's eyes lit up suddenly, and he didn't care to answer his words. He hurried to the door and welcomed the middle-aged man who stepped into the room. He raised his head again, with a smile on his face and said: " Daddy, you are back."

The middle-aged man stroked the child's head, his expression was quite loving.But for some reason, he always felt that the man's behavior was a little weird.But before he could think about it, the man's eyes fell on him.The other party's eyes were actually not very aggressive, and even towards him, a stranger, was somewhat gentle.But for some reason, he always felt the snake-like sharpness hidden under those gazes, almost clinging to his body, capturing every inch of him without hiding, making him feel a little restless.

The child didn't notice it, seeing the middle-aged man sizing him up, he explained nervously: "Father, this elder brother... came here to beg for water."

When he heard the word foster father, his heart skipped a beat.Sure enough, the middle-aged man said calmly: "Siming, as a father, you should have said, don't contact people of unknown origin at will."

No wonder...he felt that this child was inexplicably familiar.

However, no matter how deep the love-hate relationship between him and Fang Siming is, he can't express any negative emotions towards such a child no matter what.He suppressed the turmoil in his heart, and confessed to the man in front of him: "It's the junior who disturbed me, not... this kid's fault."

He claimed to be a junior, but the man's eyes flashed with astonishment, his expression was no longer as cold as before, but he nodded slightly, and said to him: "It's my fault. You don't have to worry about it, young man." Finally, I sized him up, asked a few questions, seemed to see that his expression was pure and not fake, and relaxed, and finally even looked at him and said: "Young hero, if you have nowhere to go, you might as well stay in a humble house. a few days, "

Before he could speak, the man sighed and said, "Siming is a very weak child, and he has no one to accompany him on weekdays. It's rare that he seems to be quite close to the young man, so the young man treats the old man as a favor." Bar."

What the other party said was so affectionate and sexual, just like a father and son.He had heard about the Wansheng Pavilion, and guessed that Zhu Wengui had just started to recruit even a small role like him.He didn't feel any difference, and with a little selfishness, he didn't shirk it much.

After he lived in this small courtyard, he realized that Zhu Wengui didn't often live here.

When he was gradually relieved, he often went out to do errands, and only came back after a long time to check on Fang Siming's situation.And the treatment of Fang Siming became more and more indifferent. Many times, after only saying a few words, he had to leave to deal with affairs.

Fang Siming's dependence and trust in Zhu Wengui is almost more than that of his own father and son.He knew that Zhu Wengui did it on purpose, but there was nothing he could do about it.Even when he watched Zhu Wengui leave, Fang Siming, who was still a child, could not hide the disappointment in his eyes, and he couldn't bear it, so he often went to play with him.He was half a teenager at first, and he had a childish temperament. Fang Siming quickly got close to him.

No matter how great the grievances and grievances between him and that person are, when facing this child, he still can't treat him as that person.

He went to the market to find an exquisite gadget, and planned to bring it to Fang Siming to make him happy, but as soon as he reached the entrance of the courtyard, he heard Zhu Wengui's voice say: "Siming, let you go to the cloud. How are you preparing for the dream?"

He froze in his heart, held his breath, and walked quietly to the wall, and heard Zhu Wengui say again: "Going to Yunmeng, you need to pretend to be a daughter, because I have wronged you a bit. But I won't be bothering you again in the future." .”

He said so comfortingly, but his tone didn't have the slightest hint of discussion.Fang Siming's face turned pale, and he murmured, "But... I think it's not good to go to Yunmeng disguised as a girl... My boy thinks it's a shame..."

Before he finished speaking, Zhu Wengui reprimanded him: "Siming, do you want to disappoint your father?"

Fang Siming opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but finally bit his lower lip, nodded and said, "Boy... I know I was wrong. Everything is under the arrangement of my adoptive father."

Only then was Zhu Wengui a little more satisfied, and after giving him a few more instructions, he left again.He hid in a hurry, watched Zhu Wengui's back go far away, and then walked into the yard.Fang Siming was standing by the stone table in a daze, looking a little disappointed.He took a few steps forward, stuffed the gadget into Fang Siming's hand, and said softly, "What's wrong?"

Fang Siming looked down at the things in his hand, thanked him, and then lowered his head to play with the gadget.He knew that pressing questions in a hurry would only be counterproductive, so he just quietly waited for the other party to speak.Sure enough, after a while, Fang Siming hesitated and said: "Big brother, foster father asked me to pretend to be a girl and go to... Yunmeng to learn art."

He touched the child's head, as if to encourage him to continue talking.The other party also seemed to have a little courage for a moment, and held his sleeves tightly, and some mist appeared in his eyes: "I...I don't think this is good. But my foster father asked me to do this, there must be him makes sense, right?"

He looked at the other person's expression, even though he knew that he didn't know much about talking to the child, he still sighed and said, "Siming, what your adoptive father said may not be right."

But his words seemed to stab Fang Siming suddenly, making the other party look at him defensively: "Big brother, don't speak ill of foster father, foster father does everything for my own good."

He was stunned for a moment, and then a trace of bitterness came to his heart.He suddenly thought of the person who had entanglements with him, but also obeyed his adoptive father.But he was only silent for a moment, and then whispered to the child in front of him again: "Siming, is what your adoptive father asked you to do, is it what you really want to do?"

Fang Siming loosened his grip on his sleeve, and a trace of bewilderment flashed in his eyes.

He was suffocated, and without waiting for Fang Siming's answer, he looked into the other's eyes and said softly, "Fang Siming, I'll take you away, okay?"

Maybe it was because his tone of words was too soft and coaxing, Fang Siming didn't reject him immediately.However, as soon as he stretched out his hand to Fang Siming with a smile, before he touched the corner of the other party's clothes, he was pulled back a few steps suddenly by a strong force, and the scene in front of him suddenly distorted again.

When everything returned to calm, he found that the child in front of him had disappeared, and the surrounding scenery had also turned into a mountain forest shrouded in thick purple miasma.He was stunned for a long time before looking around blankly.He didn't know where he was for a moment, and when he looked up, he heard the faint sound of fighting coming from the front.

At this time, he had faintly realized that there must be some reason behind the events in the dream, so he walked forward cautiously with a steady mind.He hid behind a big tree, looked over quietly, and found that a young man in a black suit was fighting with a man covered in blood.

Half of the young man's face was hidden by the black mask, but from those dark eyes, one could guess that he was quite beautiful.His revealed complexion was as pale as if he hadn't seen the sun all year round, and his eyelashes still had a hint of luster between them.However, his subordinates were extremely ruthless, and almost all their moves took the man's life.With such a reckless way of fighting, the man seemed to be afraid, and gradually lost the wind.Taking advantage of the man's unpreparedness, the boy restrained him with one move, and the dagger in his hand was about to fall in the blink of an eye.

He subconsciously exclaimed, the young man was slightly taken aback, and looked at him distractedly.The man who was restrained was not an idle person. Although the body was covered with wounds of various sizes and his clothes were stained red with blood, he still found the gap at this moment and knocked down the boy's dagger with his backhand.

A little anger appeared in the boy's eyes, he glared at him, then turned around and started fighting with the man again.But the latter already knew that he could not take advantage of it, so he fought and retreated at this time, and even took advantage of the young man's unpreparedness, he used all his strength to hit the palm, and then he took a breath and escaped with lightness kung fu.

The young man wanted to go forward to chase him, but he spat out a mouthful of blood. He swayed a few times and half-kneeled on the ground, his hands supporting the ground trembling slightly.He was anxious, and he didn't care too much, he hurriedly stepped forward to support the young man and said, "Are you okay?"

His hand just touched the young man's shoulder, but the other party suddenly waved the powder in his hand towards him.He avoided it, and only smelled the fragrance of orchids for a while, then felt his eyes darken, and then he fell unconscious.

When he woke up drowsily, the first thing that caught his eyes was the extinguished fire in front of him.

He felt a little stiff all over, and moved subconsciously, only to find that he was tightly bound.He looked up - the young man was sitting a few feet away from him, with his back to him, half undressed, holding a bottle of wound medicine to treat his wound.Even though he didn't have any evil thoughts in his heart, he was dazzled by the half-exposed fair skin.

The boy seemed to be aware of the movement here, and the movements of his hands froze for a moment. He quickly grabbed the black cloth thrown aside and covered his face. He said, "Who are you?"

Although the young man's voice was cold, it was not the kind of coldness that penetrated into the bone marrow. Instead, it made people feel a bit of detached alienation.For some reason, he felt that the voice was somewhat familiar, and his heart skipped a beat. Instead of answering the boy's question, he asked instead, "What's your name?"

The boy's expression became very alert again.But he looked straight into the other person's eyes, as if he was bound to ask what happened.The other party seemed to be a little annoyed by showing him, so he ignored him with a cold snort, leaned against the big tree and closed his eyes to adjust his breath.However, he made up his mind to get to the bottom of it, and when the other party behaved like this, he resorted to what can be called nonsense.

But the boy turned a deaf ear and just adjusted his breath on his own.He rolled his eyes and sighed deliberately: "Hey, don't sleep. What's the matter with you tied me up like this?"

"unknown origins."

He thought that the boy would ignore him—after all, the other party didn't even open his eyes, but he didn't expect the other party to utter these words coldly.

unknown origins?Do you mean him?

This answer was as precious as gold, but he seemed to be inspired, and continued: "Then you tied me up and didn't kill me, what are you going to do with me when you wake up tomorrow?"

The young man was silent for a while, but he didn't answer him again, no matter how much he harassed him, he refused to speak.

After he finally woke up the next day, the boy loosened the layers of rope around his body, pulled out another length, and pulled him on the road.He had some dissatisfaction with the young man's way of leading a dog, but the other party only gave him a cold glance, and he died down.

This journey took some time.Some subtle habits and movements of the young man along the way almost convinced him that his partner was Fang Siming.In order to make the young man let go of his guard, it can be said that he tried his best.After all, at this time Fang Siming hadn't been as thoughtful and planned as he was when he was an adult. After a long time, he gradually let go of his guard. Although there was more silence, it was much better than the cold atmosphere before.

Even occasionally even chat with him a few words.

The boy knew that he was not with the man that day, but after he accidentally knocked out, even the rope on his body was loosened.It's rare that the usually clear and cold eyes are not fully guarded, and even a little bit apologetic.

In fact, he should be the one to apologize.He learned from the other party that the man Fang Siming wanted to assassinate that day was not a good person.This time he came out with his senior sister, and the mission failed at this time, so he had to meet with his senior sister first, and then discuss the long-term plan.

Fang Siming originally wanted to let him go and part ways, but he used the excuse of disturbing the other party's affairs, and wanted to go with him to find the senior sister, so that he could have someone to take care of him along the way.The other party only hesitated for a moment, then nodded in agreement.

Although the boy was still subconsciously guarding against him, the journey was safe and sound.Following the mark left by his senior sister, they finally stopped at an abandoned ferry.The dead silence around him made him feel a little uneasy, but he could only suppress it.He turned his head and was about to tell Fang Siming a few words, but found that the other party was standing a foot behind him with a pale face, picking up things on the ground in a daze.

He got closer, only to realize that what the other party was holding was an orchid hairpin.

Fang Siming's expression is very calm, and even at first glance, he seems a little confident.However, he noticed that the other party's hand, the hand holding the orchid hairpin, was trembling slightly.

He vaguely remembered hearing that Anxiang's disciples all wore orchid ornaments on their bodies, and these things never left their bodies.It is really not a good sign to find this orchid hairpin here.

He suppressed the uneasiness in his heart, and together with Fang Siming boarded the wooden boat docked on the shore not far away.There were no dead bodies on the deck.He noticed that Fang Siming breathed a sigh of relief, and he let go of his hanging heart. However, the next second, a man's heavy breathing came from the cabin.

His face immediately changed.However, Fang Siming didn't think much about it. Before he could stop him in the future, he saw the other party kick open the closed hatch.

The people in the cabin seemed startled by the sudden sound, and ran out from another exit almost the moment the door broke open.There was still a lingering fishy smell in the air, and a woman was lying in the corner where those people gathered just now.

The clothes on the woman's body were almost torn into pieces, and the exposed skin was covered with bruises and criss-crossing scars, and some of the scars were not traces of punishment at first glance.Her head was half up, her eyes were wide open, and she stared blankly at the roof above, as if Fang Siming and the others were unaware of their arrival, and didn't even glance at it.

Before he could react from the current situation, Fang Siming took off his outer shirt, covered the woman, looked at her pale expression, pulled off the mask and said softly: "Senior sister... "

The woman called out to him a few times before she slowly lowered her head.Looking at him blankly, suddenly as if seeing something horrific through him, he violently resisted and screamed: "Don't touch me!"

Fang Siming hugged the woman tightly, biting his lower lip, his eyes were almost flushed, his hands were trembling constantly, but his movements were almost cautious.His voice was so soft and soft, and he seemed to be about to cry: "Senior sister, don't be afraid, don't be afraid. I am Siming. Look at me, I am Siming."

The woman seemed to be gradually comforted by him, and she no longer shouted hysterically, but trembled violently in his arms.After a long time, she raised her head and stared at the young man in front of her in a daze. She touched his face lightly trembling, and said in disbelief, "...Siming?...Junior Brother?"

Fang Siming nodded heavily, and eased the excessively tight force of the hoop.The woman seemed to have finally loosened a tight string and collapsed into his arms.After a long time, Fang Siming said softly: "Senior sister, let's get out of here first, okay?"

The woman had already stabilized her emotions, but now she trembled violently as if she was stimulated when she heard his words.Fang Siming tried to appease, but to no avail.She grabbed Fang Siming's sleeve tightly and kept mumbling something.He listened carefully, only to realize that what the woman kept chanting was the word "kill".

Fang Siming looked at her and said softly: "Don't worry, senior sister, I won't let any of those garbage go. Don't think about it, let's go back, go home, okay?"

Fang Siming's voice was almost begging.

However, the woman pushed Fang Siming away abruptly, and then made a weird smile at him.Before they could react, she snatched the dagger he was carrying from Fang Siming's side, and then wiped it at her throat.

Fang Siming was stunned for a moment, but he was shocked for a moment. Fortunately, the woman had no strength at this time, and her movements were slow, so he knocked out the dagger in her hand.However, the woman missed a single blow, but she didn't even look at him—as if she didn't see him at all, she only looked at Fang Siming, and her tone was almost unprecedentedly calm: "Junior brother, kill me."

Fang Siming's body trembled, but he just stood there silently, not looking down at the woman anymore.But his hands were tightly clenched into fists, and his knuckles turned white from the force.

The woman saw that he didn't answer, so she stepped forward and stroked his cheek, her tone could be regarded as coaxing: "Siming, good junior brother, senior sister, please, just pretend that you have never seen anything here before." .Kill me and return to my life, okay?"

Her eyes were extraordinarily calm, and her expression could almost be regarded as very sober.And what he said was orderly, as if the hysterical person just now was just a hallucination.

However, this is the peace and determination that only those who are dedicated to death will have.

The woman didn't wait for Fang Siming to answer, she just picked up the knocked down dagger and stuffed it into Fang Siming's hand.Taking another two steps back, pointing to his heart, he said softly: "Come on, Senior Sister knows you are a good boy."

Fang Siming suddenly felt a little panic in his heart.Holding the dagger in his hand, he wanted to throw the damned dagger as far away as possible regardless of the other party's request, and then took his senior sister back to Anxiang.He thought, there is always someone who can heal her wounds.There is always someone who can.

However, when he saw the expression of the person in front of him, he felt his heart drop suddenly.

He suddenly understood that even if there was not even a single scar left on her body, she would not be able to go back.

Such a high-spirited woman who is as bright as the sun and as warm as an orchid will never be willing to live with the nightmare of shame and eternal life.

He clenched the dagger in his hand.

Fang Siming was silent for a long time, and the woman also waited quietly for a long time.He watched from the side, wanted to speak, but didn't know what to say.But all he knew was that he was unwilling and must not watch Fang Siming kill the person he loved with his own hands.

A few days ago, the boy talked about his senior sister who took good care of him with admiration and intimacy, with a shyness unique to his age.However, at this moment, he was holding a dagger in his hand that was about to stab the man.

Before he could figure out how to speak, he saw Fang Siming slowly raise the dagger in his hand.His heart tightened, he stepped forward and grabbed the opponent's wrist, and said in a deep voice, "I can't kill you!"

Fang Siming seemed to come back to his senses suddenly, staring at him in a daze, his eyes widened slightly, but he didn't say a word.

He was almost stung by the look in those eyes.

He sympathized with the woman's experience, and felt that those culprits would not regret it.But looking at Fang Siming's expression at this moment, he suddenly felt pain in his heart as if someone was stirring with a knife.He even thought selfishly: Damn it, why is it Fang Siming?

Why did Fang Siming encounter so many things—so many things that could drive people crazy.

He even wanted to ignore it and take Fang Siming away from these right and wrong.Don't think about Zhu Wengui, Wansheng Pavilion, Jianghu.He is willing to hold out his heart and pamper him into a young man who doesn't know the truth with full of tenderness.

He was not willing to see Fang Siming's life so tiring and walking on eggshells.

However, Fang Siming's expression was only revealed for a moment.The woman's almost stern urging fell into his ears, causing him to slowly and firmly break away the hand that was holding his wrist.

The dagger in his hand was raised high, and he stabbed fiercely towards the woman's heart without mercy and with a thousand affections.

The scene in front of him suddenly became distorted again.

When he saw the surrounding scenery clearly again, he found that he was on Wudang Mountain, which he was very familiar with.

There was no one in front of the Golden Roof Hall, where people used to come and go on weekdays. He stood there for a long time before watching a young figure slowly walking over.

He fixedly watched the young man walking towards him, but the other party walked straight through his body as if he hadn't seen him.

He froze in place.

This time, he completely became a bystander.

When he woke up from the dream, time seemed to have passed for a long time.

He opened his eyes, and saw the silver-haired woman beside the bed looking at him quietly. He was stunned for a moment, and then recognized the other party's identity - he had seen the other party in the dream just now.

He lowered his eyes and said softly: "Come and go, Patriarch."

The woman nodded slightly, as if she knew what he was going to ask next, and before he could open her mouth, she said calmly: "Things in dreams are both real and illusion, so don't be too sad."

He hummed, then started to be stunned again.Looking at his expression back and forth, he sighed softly for a while: "Bringing you into his dream has my own private thoughts. If you blame me for being troublesome, I..."

Before the other party finished speaking, he interrupted: "Patriarch, you don't have to be like this." He paused, and continued: "This junior knows what you mean."

Lai Que nodded, and said softly: "I always thought that if I could keep him...whether it is today, it would be different."

Hearing the back and forth words, he felt a sharp pain in his heart again.

He always thought that what Fang Siming wanted to do, even if he had unspeakable difficulties, he would do it because of his own willingness.He felt it almost subconsciously.How could such a proud person be forced to do something he didn't want to do?

So he thought at the beginning that since Fang Siming wanted to deviate from the orthodoxy, then he should accompany him.

But he watched what Fang Siming experienced in his dream, and only then did he realize how simple and ridiculous his thoughts were.

Fang Siming is willing, but this willingness is the reliance he uses to deceive himself and persuade himself, so as to survive like walking on thin ice.He didn't want to go back—or he was afraid and couldn't go back.He didn't want to tie anyone down, so he rejected all kindness and warmth, and walked silently towards the darkness alone.

Even in the dream, Fang Siming kept forcing himself to wake up, pushing his hand away time and time again.

He felt a sudden pain in his heart.

It's not that he forgives Fang Siming for what he did to him, or agrees with his choice.But compared with the emotions surging out of his heart at this moment, these all seemed a little insignificant.

He had never suffered anything decent in his life.What Fang Siming experienced, what he chose, what he was persistent about, he didn't understand even a ten-thousandth of it.But he just wanted Fang Siming to know that there were not only killing schemes and bloody blades around him - there were people who loved him in this world.

He knew that it was too late when he met Fang Siming, and it was impossible for Fang Siming to go back.But he is still willing to jump into hell with him and walk on the road that is destined to have no good ending.Only this time, before this road came to an end and fell into the endless hell, he would definitely push Fang Siming out.

This is not because he sympathizes with Fang Siming.

Just because he loves him.