Chapter 1863: The most perfect lie

"You guys, you must ... must ... Sanjiang Dam ..."
After saying this, the point in his eyes was so weak that the light of the candle remaining in the wind suddenly flickered, and went out with his last gasp.
His hands slowly dropped.
"Too great!"
I wailed and cried, and grabbed his hand.
Liu Qinghan's tears fell on his hand one by one, but he gritted his teeth to control his own voice, and put the old man back gently on the bed with both hands.
The blood-stained bed mattress, the old man was lying quietly, no more pain, no matter how supreme he once had been in this Central Plains land, no matter how much glory he once had, His, and everyone are equal, live up to love and hate, and get Changning.
"Too Much--!"
But I held his hand, as if holding him like this, you could really hold him, so that he would not leave. Seeing me crying hoarse, the whole person was almost overwhelmed by grief. He turned around and hugged me, took his hand away from me, and choked, "Lightness, don't do that."
"..."
"A man dies like a lamp, he can't hear it."
"..."
"Lightness!"
Watching me crying and shaking my head, trying to deny the fact, he pressed my face into his arms so hard that I couldn't see the person in bed, and I was so weakly held by him, stubbornly The whimper echoed across his chest.
Feeling my voice and breath were getting weaker, he looked down at me: "lightness ... lightness ...!"
It was dark before me, and fell softly into his arms.


Although I was in agony before the coma, all the pain and sorrow were gone when I was lethargic. I seemed to be in a soft and warm cloud, no matter how I turned over or in any position, I was ironed properly There is no gap in the body. This feeling also soothes me and calms me down.
There was a warm breath that permeated the surroundings.
My fatigue gradually faded away, but the pain in my body slowly awakened my mind, and after groaning, I opened my eyes.
His eyes were still fuzzy, and he heard a voice saying, "Are you awake?"
"..."
I chaotic for a while, his breathing gradually became clear in my ears, I raised my head, met his eyes, and looked down at me with concern. Then I found out that I had been sleeping in his arms, and he was lying on the bed in a posture, I did not know how long.
Seeing my awkward silence, he said softly, "Is there any other discomfort?"
I struggled a little, trying to stand up from his arms, but without any energy, he said quickly, "What do you want, I'll give it to you."
"water."
"it is good!"
He supported me by the shoulder and gently put me on the bed, then rolled over and got out of bed, and he stumbled as soon as he stood, probably lying in one position for too long, his feet were numb Then, after getting used to it a little, I immediately poured a cup of warm water and brought it to my mouth.
I took two sips, and my thirsty throat was almost comfortable before it was almost on fire.
This time, people are more sober.
I leaned on the soft pillow and watched him put the cup aside, turned around and sat back on the edge of the bed, and leaned over to look at me: "Are you better?"
"..."
"what else?"
"..." I was silent for a while, and said softly, "I'm hungry."
"The food has just been taken hot again. You wait, and it will be delivered soon."
As soon as the words fell, Chabixin came in with the food from the outside.
It seems that I have been always preparing, waiting for me to be awake at any time.
Chabixing's face was dignified, maybe because of too many deaths, or because of some other reasons, even with a little anger in his expression, but when he saw Liu Qinghan gently turned me Leaning on the bedside, he was also lightly stunned, and the anger dissipated slightly.
He put the meal on the bedside table: "Master, this--"
"I come."
Hearing Liu Qinghan's words, his expression was more relaxed. Liu Qinghan looked at the contents of the dishes, and finally chose a bowl of white, sticky, sweet rice soup and sipped it with a spoon. It was a little cold, and it was gently delivered to my mouth. At this time, Chabixing seemed to retreat safely.
I was a little dumbfounded, as if I was stuck in a too long nightmare and couldn't get away, looking down at the spoon of rice soup, and then looking up at him again.
He softly said, "Drink a little."
"..."
"I know, you have something to tell me, so do I."
"..."
"You eat first, and when you have strength, you tell me, I, I will tell you."
I lowered my eyes, opened my mouth, and ran into the mouth with the fragrant soup of rice. When I swallowed, I made my throat that was almost thirsty almost a little bit comfortable, and he slowly fed it with a spoonful. After I drank half the bowl, I tilted my head.
"You can't do this," he said. "Eat a little bit, a little bit, okay?"
"..."
"There is porridge here."
After that, he took up another bowl of sautéed chicken congee, probably because it was heated once, and the originally thin chicken shreds were about to disappear at this time. He picked up half a spoon and tried it by himself. , The temperature is just right, sent to my mouth: "Just eat a little, just this bite."
"..."
I looked at him for a while, and after all opened his mouth, a spoonful of soft glutinous porridge was fed into my mouth, and I swallowed it, then asked, "What about the emperor?"
The spoon in his hand touched the edge of the bowl and lowered his head: "I have been sent away to help the coffin."
"Why is it so fast?"
"We will leave tomorrow morning."
"Why not go together?"
"It's safer for them to walk like spirits."
"..."
I thought about it and nodded my head silently. If Pei Yuanxiu sends someone to chase, it must be a team of fugitives, not a team of soul-deliverers. The emperor has suffered so much. He should be safe and let him fall into the ground.
I asked again, "When is it now?"
"Yin at the beginning."
"Oh."
"You eat and sleep for a while, and it's time to raise your spirits."
"where are they?"
He sent half a spoonful of porridge to my mouth, watched me eat, and said, "They let them rest."
"then you--"
"Rest assured that you ran all day today, but I have been waiting by the side of the river, I have rested."
I looked at his bloodshot eyes and knew that he must not have closed his eyes for a moment.
However, I didn't say anything more.
He took another spoonful of porridge and sent it to me: "Come on, take another bite."
"..."
"That's it."
"..."
I didn't move and didn't open my mouth. The spoon touched my lips, leaving a trace of shiny water.
Seeing my stubborn refusal to open my mouth again, he seemed to take me no more, sighed slightly, put down the bowl and spoon, and took a handkerchief to gently wipe the corners of my lips. I sat there motionlessly and stared at him: "Liu Qinghan, you say you have something to tell me, what do you want to say?"
"..."
"You say it."
"..."
"I listen to whatever you say."
When it came to the last few words, there was a little smile in my voice, but in that smile, the clear cold and the sharp thorns, even when I looked at him, there was entanglement. Even I can't tell the difference between love and hate.
I really want to know, at this moment, Liu Qinghan, what are you going to tell me.
Explanation? Or justify?
Or, what else do you have? In this world, is there anything extraordinary that needs you to explain?
You say, I listen.
I listen to everything.
At this moment, my heart was full of sour, sweet and bitter tastes, and there were thousands of emotions coming up. All the emotions I wanted to yell, cry, and vent, made me slightly clenched my fists The nails were worn through the palms and penetrated deeper.
He looked up at me and said gently: "Light."
"..."
"We are not small anymore. You forget your past and I change my temper too, let's be together."
"..."
For a while, I froze there.
His lips are no more scarlet than mine, like covering this thin layer of cream, and after he said that, he softly froze, apparently no longer talking, but I listened to his voice, then A word, echoing in my ears one by one-
let's be together!
let's be together.
let's be together……
I felt that the heart was overwhelmed at this moment, and I also felt that the sound of blood flowing almost covered everything around him. At this time, he slowly reached out his hand and picked me up into a fist. The hand of consciousness, the slender, almost cramped fingers, against the dark skin of his, were almost pale, carved like ice and snow.
He gently rubbed my fingertips with the rough palm, which made me feel a little bit of temperature, only then felt that the temperature in his palm was hot and a little sweaty.
It seemed that in his heart there was also tension and anxiety waiting to be pronounced.
He finally squeezed my fingertips and said gently, "I don't want to see you alone."
"..."
"I'll take care of you, shall you?"
"..."
I didn't answer.
I prepared for anger and irony, prepared for the sharpest tone and sharpest words ... I prepared too much.
But I did not prepare the answer to this question.
Even after half a lifetime, I never thought that someone would ask me this question.
But now he said, come to take care of me?
I suddenly smiled.
At one time, it seemed that there was someone who had been waiting, waiting for others to ask her this question, waiting for others to treat her not only with a gentle tone, but also with a gentle attitude and a gentle hug.
However, she seemed to be waiting for those gentle promises.
I stared at him with my eyes wide open, and it was clear that he was close at hand, but it took only a blink of an eye to become blurred, and my vision was distorted by the hot liquid that suddenly came up, even his appearance was distorted There were only those bright eyes, staring at me without blinking, as if still waiting for an answer.
I listened to his breathing, getting heavier and heavier.
Then, a tear fell from the corner of my eye.
When he saw my tears, he panicked. "Lightness."
I was about to reach out and wipe my tears, but I lifted my hand and opened it gently. I looked at him and asked calmly, "When did it start?"
"..."
"When did you start lying to me?"
His hand was stiffened in the air, silent for a moment, and let it go slowly.
I heard his breath sink, and then said, "From what you told me, you pretended you didn't know anything and you could escape the teacher's punishment."
"...!"
I froze for a moment and then remembered.
When he burned the Jixian Temple and watched the blazing flames blazing, he said that Fu Bazhen would destroy him this time, and at that time, I told him how I escaped Fu Bacheng's blame.
Pretending not to know, pretending to be innocent, he couldn't get it.
At that time, when he heard my words, it seemed that his expression was a little complicated. It turned out that he had already made up his mind from that time to pretend to have amnesia and lie to me.
If you want to lie to me, how can you not lie to those around you?
Therefore, he cast this huge lie. He burned his face and pretended to be stunned by a pillar, so he naturally lost that memory. Even though Fu Basao said that he was like a curse, he must not die. How can you not treat him, and Pei Yuanzhang-Pei Yuanzhang will use him to recover Yangzhou, and he will also use him to hold Pei Yuanzhen, how can he do to him?
Therefore, he lied to everyone and cheated all the way from Beijing to Jiangnan.
Then, at Wangjiang Pavilion, he started to lie to me.
I looked at his mask that covered too many expressions and slowly said, "It's easy for you to lie to others. No one knows you, but you lie to me-how did you lie to me?"
His throat narrowed slightly, and then he said, "Tell a lie to deceive, you must first lie to yourself."
"..."
"To convince others, first convince yourself."
"..."
"I convince myself that I have lost memory."
"..."
I raised my eyebrows slightly.
Yeah, did the perfect lie soon even convince the liar?
Therefore, on Wangjiang Pavilion, that cool stare, strange words, and hostile attitude, everything is a long-distance person who should enter the enemy's realm, even in February Red, his mumble Muttering to himself, his contradictions and doubts, each one is a person with amnesia, a person who knows nothing about the past.
He lied to himself and lied to me!
But, but--
I can clearly see it!
When he wrote me an amorous poem for me, he deliberately or unconsciously, but naturally evasive; he was plain and plain, it was impossible to be a poem in such a short time, but at my request, he almost became the song Peerless poem; and I sent the poem to cancel the household registration. As my identity and my status in Jinling at that time, the officials of Yangzhou's household registration should report immediately, but there was no movement in Yangzhou government.
All this happened so logically.
Just like the night when Pei Yuan Xiu and I got married, the fireworks that lit up the entire city of Yangzhou also appeared logically.
I have no doubt.
I should obviously doubt that he has never been a great meritorious person, and why he is a superficial person, how can he set off fireworks on such days as the Cold Food Festival?
But I believe him too much.
Obviously he is not the fisherman with pure eyes and simple mind in Jixiang Village. He also knows that he was not a student who was broken by Fu Bashen in Jixian Hall for a long time and did not dare to disobey. he.
I never thought about it, I want to suspect this person who cheated me the most!
And he--
So logical, follow me as a liar, go to Longnan, go to Wuwei, go to sea ...
During Wu Wei, he even made a look of anger, forcing me to ask what happened that year.
Even on the island, when he was almost desperate, he didn't give me a word of truth. If we really stayed on that island like this, one day starved to death, thirsty, would his identity, Only to a person who "has the heart of the pearl, but has no heart to surpass it"?
Then ... Then, he married Pei Yuanzhen.
In the blood-stained cave room, he held the silver lock tightly with one hand, and carried all the sins on his own shoulder.
What if he was really dead that time?
Isn't it just me and him?
"Liu Qinghan," I looked at him with a smile, and tears fell down: "You're cruel!"
He trembled slightly and hugged me tightly.
"Sorry."
"..."
"Sorry."
I originally wanted to laugh, laughing at my half-life I do n’t know what to say, laughing at his half-life I do n’t know what to ask, but when I opened my mouth, I heard the sound of my sobbing, tears burst out uncontrollably, and it became wet for a long time. His own hair burst, and even the half of his mask that was close to my cheek, the cold mask, but at this time got the temperature of tears.
"Sorry."
"... haha, hahahaha!"
I finally laughed, but the laughter, how to listen, was a woman crying in sorrow, and how to listen, all these half-life complaints, all my grievances and unwillingness, unclear, unclear Yes, in this laughter, tell him sentence by sentence!
He held me up, pressed it into his arms, his arms were like iron, as if he wanted to melt me ​​into his arms, but he couldn't say a word, not even knowing to use this hug to explain What, I just listened to him repeatedly repeating those three words, as if to be carved into my heart little by little.
"Sorry."
"Sorry."
"Sorry."
...
At this moment, I almost shed tears of this life, his shoulders were completely wet with my tears, but from the beginning to the end, he did not let me go, more hard than when he hugged me in the boundary river, Even when I started struggling and hit him with a punch, I didn't shake his hug in the slightest.
I finally cried and asked the phrase I did n’t know how many times I had asked myself--
"Liu Qinghan, how can you do this to me ?!"