【Kuan Xin】Snake and Venom

Yuan Zhongxin didn't know how long he had been crying, but he was carried back to the house by Wang Kuan. After crying and making a fuss, his whole body seemed to be drained of all his strength, and he was so weak that he couldn't even walk around.

Yuan Zhongxin sat on the edge of the bed, his expression was exhausted, and the drowsiness gradually came up, but he did not close his eyes to rest. Wang Kuan, as if he was afraid that if he was in a daze, the other party would disappear in place.

Wang Kuan brought the water basin with strands of white air in front of Yuan Zhongxin, squatted down and put it on the ground, stretched out his hand to check the water temperature, raised his eyes to look at the dazed Yuan Zhongxin and said softly: "It's cold on the ground at night, you Just now I ran out without wearing shoes, and stood barefoot for so long, it’s not good for my health, let’s soak in hot water before going to bed.”

Yuan Zhongxin rolled his eyes very slowly when he heard the words, and then slowly put his feet into the basin, the warmth climbed all the way along the soles of his feet, turning the bottom of Yuan Zhongxin's heart into icy spikes of uneasiness and vigilance quietly Soaking and melting, the melting water merged into a small stream, which washed away the exhaustion.

He suddenly said in a low voice: "How are Zhao Jian and Ban Jin?"

Wang Kuan stared at Yuan Zhongxin's slightly red eyes, sighed inwardly, and replied very patiently: "Zhao Jian is fine, and he probably wakes up within two days, half a catty of front legs are the most seriously injured. It hurts muscles and bones, and the leg bones have just been connected, and I am afraid it will take a month or two before I can get out of bed and walk around."

Annoyance and depression flashed in Yuan Zhongxin's eyes, and he murmured thoughtfully: "One or two months, I'm afraid I can't wait for Baliang. Summer is here, and when half a catty can go to the ground, Baliang will be buried. I thought, let Banjin see Baliang for the last time..."

Wang Kuan was slightly taken aback, bitter in his heart, he finally understood why Yuan Zhongxin had to wash Ba Liang's blood all day and night, he wanted to let Ban Jin see Ba ​​Liang's clean face for the last time.Wang Kuan looked at Yuan Zhongxin with pity, pursed his lips, and thought about it and said: "Although half a catty can't go to the ground, it will be fine if we hold it."

Yuan Zhongxin nodded very slowly, his eyes misty, as if thinking of something, his eyes trembled slightly, he hesitated to speak: "Then... what about Lin Liang?"

Lin Yao said that the Lin family has been slaughtered by her, and the end of the Lin family may only be death without a place to bury him. Lin Liang does not belong to Kaifeng, so where should he be buried?

Wang Kuan got up and sat down beside Yuan Zhongxin, hugging him tightly in his arms, his hands with sharp knuckles could completely cover Yuan Zhongxin's clenched hands, and there was a coldness under his palms, Wang Kuan was shocked, He said with difficulty: "Lin Liang said that An Lijiu is also his family, so why not let Anlijiu make the decision for us—don't think about Lin Liang anymore."

Yuan Zhongxin smiled wryly, and nestled in Wang Kuan's arms without saying a word.

No, how could he not?

Since he was born, he has indeed seen a lot of swords and swords dripping with blood, especially after entering the secret pavilion, he has seen more. Almost every task he completes ends with death, but he never needs to do it himself. The damned people deserve to die, whether it is the 36 people in Qinghe Town, Master Fusheng and Sanqi in Banqiao Town, Mizhou, or Gu Changkun in Wumuzhai, God wants to take their lives, Yuan Zhongxin from the beginning to the end Neither killed any of them with his own hands.

But Lin Liang was different. He was the first person Yuan Zhongxin killed with his own hands since he was alive.

And the first person Yuan Zhongxin killed with his own hands was his friend.

Even if Lin Liang lived not long, even if half of his body died and he became a fool, surviving like this is just another torture of death for him, even if Yuan Zhongxin killed him to relieve him, it would not change this. fact.

The difference between witnessing a murder and killing someone with one's own hands is comparable, but the difference between the two is not limited to just those two words?

Yuan Zhongxin's sleepiness gradually deepened, he closed his eyes heavily, and murmured dimly: "Wang Kuan, promise me one thing, okay?"

Wang Kuan was silent, he more or less guessed what Yuan Zhongxin was going to say next, he couldn't assert that he could do it.

Yuan Zhongxin seemed to be unaware of Wang Kuan's hesitation, and his voice became softer and softer: "It doesn't feel good to kill people. The blood is sticky and it feels strange to touch. Can you stop killing people in the future? I don't want that. The bastards got your hands dirty..."

Wang Kuan's pair of ink pupils suddenly ignited a cold fire, he placed a light kiss on the top of Yuan Zhongxin's head, his chin gently rubbed his temples, his expression was dim, and he stared at a certain corner in a daze.

After a long time, the hoarse and deep voice was like a sharp sword coming out of its sheath, and a hole was cut in the drowsy room, and the coldness of killing and decisiveness was everywhere: "I will try my best..."

For a person who has become a madman, killing is the best way to vent his anger and hostility. Wang Kuan has already come up with hundreds of ways to make the other party's life worse than death, and he doesn't mind at all. Get your hands dirty.

But since Yuan Zhongxin said so, Wang Kuan naturally followed his words, and he wanted to see how much he could endure before killing.

The next day, before noon, Zhao Jianjian woke up, but she was in a very bad state of mind, and she was out of her mind. Apart from drinking a few sips of water occasionally, she didn't even want to drink a sip of porridge, and she didn't say a word Sitting on the bed, no matter who tried to comfort her, there was no response.

Yuan Zhongxin stood outside the door, watching Wei Yanei scratching their ears and cheeks anxiously beside Zhao Jian's bed, and persuading them loudly, while Zhao Jian lowered his eyes dumbfounded as if he couldn't hear anything.Yuan Zhongxin sighed in his heart, and couldn't help but think back to himself yesterday, he said helplessly: "Xue Ying, the yamen, you go out first."

Wei Yanei and the others looked at each other with worried expressions, but they walked out of the dormitory quietly. For a while, only Zhao Jian and Yuan Zhongxin were left in the room.

Yuan Zhongxin picked up the clear porridge on the table, felt the temperature of the porcelain bowl with his palm, it was still warm, he came to the bedside, and said warmly: "Do you have strength, do you need me to feed you?"

Zhao Jian remained motionless, as if he had never heard of it.

Yuan Zhongxin blinked lightly, held the bowl in his left hand and the spoon in his right hand, scooped up less than half a spoonful of porridge, and handed it to Zhao Jian's mouth, the other party still did not respond as expected, Yuan Zhongxin was not angry either, Instead, he put down the spoon, and after a moment of silence, he said, "Zhao Jian, I lost my temper with Wang Kuan last night."

Hearing this, Zhao Jian finally reacted, and looked at Yuan Zhongxin puzzled, his eyes full of worry.

Yuan Zhongxin's expression was in a trance for a moment: "I told him that everything we have encountered now is because of me, and I killed Lin Liang and Ba Liang."

Mentioning Baliang, Zhao Jian's pupils vibrated suddenly, his body trembled slightly, and his eyes immediately turned red.

Yuan Zhongxin: "When I said all those words at that time, I only had one thought in my mind. I was thinking, or let's just forget it. I'm tired and don't want to play with those people. I haven't hurt the enemy yet. Qian, I have already damaged myself by [-], and I really don't want to hold on any longer."

After finishing speaking, Yuan Zhongxin fell into a long silence, Zhao Jian asked in a hoarse voice: "And then?"

Yuan Zhongxin returned to his senses, with a wry smile on his lips: "Then I fell asleep, and now I wake up, recalling yesterday's thoughts, even I can't believe it, and I keep calling myself an idiot."

"Sacrifice is always inevitable. The deaths of Lin Liang and Ba Liang have become a fact. No matter what I do, I can't save them. If I still want to give up on this, then I'm an asshole."

Zhao Jian cried silently, and the tears fell on the quilt and the back of his hands one by one.

Yuan Zhongxin put down the porcelain bowl, picked up a handkerchief on one side and handed it to Zhao Jian, and said earnestly: "Zhao Jian, my death is coming soon, I can't stay by your side all the time, I have to rely on you for many things in the future, If you fall first now, how will you deal with Lin Yao and them in the future?"

Zhao Jian's face suddenly turned pale, and there were layers of uneasiness and grief in his teary eyes.

Yuan Zhongxin left quickly.

The terrible things that happened in the past few days made her almost forget this fact.

Yuan Zhongxin looked helplessly at this girl who was several months younger than himself. Zhao Jian was not the kind of ordinary girl who was raised in a boudoir. Although she was the daughter of Prince Zhao, she was very similar The heroine who walks in the rivers and lakes, she is very smart, very strong, very independent, very bold.

But no matter how smart, strong and courageous she is, she is still a young girl. She has experienced life and death, seen the dangers of the world, and met all kinds of people. Even Yuan Zhongxin would be tired, let alone Zhao Jian.

Thus, Ba Liang's death directly overwhelmed her.

Yuan Zhongxin held Zhao Jian's hand, patted it comfortingly, and said with difficulty: "Zhao Jian, bear with it a little longer, as long as I leave, everything will be much easier, and you don't have to be angry anymore."

Zhao Jian burst into tears immediately, sobbing, and it took Yuan Zhongxin a lot of persuasion, and it took a long time before he stopped, just about to pick up a bowl to drink porridge, but the porridge water was already cold, so Yuan Zhongxin had to find it Tang Manxi reheated a bowl of porridge for her.

Yuan Zhongxin stood in the backyard, gazing at a deep forest with flowers blooming in April, midsummer has come, and the green shoots of the coming year have finally grown out, looking from a distance, it is full of vitality, the breeze is blowing, and there is a soft rustle in his ears, he He said to himself, "It turns out that the time is almost up..."

Wang Kuan, who was approaching him, froze immediately, and his mind was lost. He watched Yuan Zhongxin's slender and lonely figure standing among the towering trees. Floating light lingered on Yuan Zhongxin's shoulders, and his figure was inlaid with light, so ethereal and uncertain, as if he was about to go away with the wind immediately, with a light touch, he would drift away.

Yuan Zhongxin seemed to have received some induction, and when he turned his head, there was a faint smile on his mouth, and his clear and gentle voice came: "Wang Kuan, the sun seems to be coming out soon."

At that moment, Wang Kuan was heartbroken.

The sun is about to come out, and the darkness that has shrouded the secret pavilion for many days will eventually be driven away by light and shadow.

But his boy, the boy who sacrificed his life for their light, was about to leave after all.