Chapter 22: break

Maybe it was God's own natural will that made Fu Shen's piece of jade left in the county courtyard. The impermanent destiny is like a giant hand, easily disturbing the situation, and turning the world upside down, it is also easy to cut off this period of youth friendship that has not yet reached its end.
Fu Shen has so far been reluctant to recall the exact circumstances of that day. He has encountered many ups and downs in his life, each of which is heavier and more than this; he is not a weak person and will let himself sink into memories. However, perhaps the first injury is always painful. This incident is an exception in itself, because it, along with a series of changes that followed, tragically declared the end of his boyhood.
It takes no more than half an hour to return to the county from the original road. However, Fu Shen felt an unprecedented subtle atmosphere since he entered the city. There seemed to be fewer people in the city. There were few pedestrians on the streets. Everyone closed the portals.
While Fu Shen took Ma into Hu, the door of the small courtyard just happened to be opened from the inside.
The two who weren't supposed to be here at this time met so unexpectedly.
He stood on the spot, as if struck by a head-on, his eyes fluttered, his lips narrowed, but all the breath sounds--
"Strict, late, cold."
Fu Shenru fell into the ice cave and even had to grit his teeth and tighten his fist to control himself. The moment when the subconscious saw the man was completely clear, but his mind seemed to be overreacted, confused and confused, he could only call Yan Xiaohan's name, but could not say anything else.
Why are you here?
What are you doing
Why did you ... lie to me?
Yan Xiaohan was probably caught a bit by surprise, but he was much calmer than Fu Shen, his expression of astonishment only flashed on his face, and then he was squeezed into the deep eyes.
He even pushed the door even further, with dozens of flying dragons coming out. In the shadow of the sword and sword in a place where Yan Han was cold, Yan Xiaohan asked naturally, "How come back?"
Fu Shen said: "I lost a piece of jade and only found it on the road, so I came back to find it."
Yan Xiaohan knocked his palms in annoyance and shook his head: "No wonder. It could have been foolproof."
Fu Shen gritted his teeth: "Yesterday, he reminded me of the court's strict investigation of the fugitive. Today, he sent me to follow me and found him here. After I left, he wiped people out. In this way, you caught the prisoner without knowing it. And I was caught in the drum, and I could not doubt your head anyway.
"A good Mingxiu boardwalk hides Chen Cang, a good one is waiting for the rabbits and waiting to work hard! Master Yan is deliberately thinking, a banned general Zhonglang, really wronged you."
As if Yan Xiaohan couldn't hear the irony in his words, he arched his hand: "In order to capture the fugitives, this is the best way to do it. Don't blame him, Fu Gongzi."
Fu Shen smiled: "I don't blame you."
"If you want to blame, just blame me for nosy work and lead the wolf into the room," he stared at Yan Xiaohan, his eyes sharp like a knife, and slowly said, "I was blind at first, and then I would recognize the wolf as a sheep. It's my deserve. "
Yan Xiaohan stood with his hands on his shoulders, no emotions on his face, and said quietly, "I'm sorry."
Fu Shen showed no mercy, refusing indifferently: "Exempt, I can't stand it."
The two were deadlocked for a long time, Yan Xiaohan finally extended his hand from behind, spread his palms, revealing the smooth and moist lamb white jade pendant inside, and hollowed out the two campsis flowers, and the jade pendant was loose and the color was old. Dim, at first glance, is something you always wear.
"Is this the one?" He asked.
Fu Shen said nothing, holding Suizi to lift Yu Pei. Yan Xiaohan's palm was empty, as if he did not adjust his fingers a little, before retracting his hand.
This is the end, they have nothing to say, it is difficult to break the mirror, and it is difficult to cover the water. Betrayal and deceit were put on the stage in the most straightforward manner, whether guilty or apology, even righteousness, the facts have settled down, and attitude can not change much.
According to Fu Shen's previous temper, it was no accident to swear and even punch his fists, but now he only feels tired and wants to find a place to sleep with his eyes closed. Yan Xiaohan's stabbing was too accurate and ruthless. He firmly nailed him. Before the blood overflowed, he had lost the strength to resist the struggle.
Maybe we can't blame Yan Xiaohan completely, Fu Shen himself was totally unprepared, and he just pointed his chest to let people pierce here. Isn't it stupid?
"Fu Shen." As he lifted his feet, Yan Xiaohan suddenly stopped him behind him.
He said: "I once told you that the identity of you and me is one in the sky and one in the ground, which is the difference between clouds and mud."
Fu Shen stood still.
"It's my fault that broke your heart. But today's thing, if I repeat, I will choose to do it again."
The iron-hearted Feilongwei finally tore off his immovable mask. For the first time in his life, he exposed his ambitions and desires / desires in front of others.
"There are also three or six grades in the mud pile. Although I am deeply trapped, I also want to make a living in the mud."
There were a few clear applause in front, and Fu Shen finally turned around, with raised eyebrows, smiling lips, and the contempt and sarcasm in his eyes at a glance.
"It's touching. Unfortunately, I haven't thought of it that way," he whispered, "Master Yan, have you not seen so far? No one forced you, it's you who sink in the mud, you have to roll in the mud."
After he had said this, he turned back and walked towards the alley.
Fu Shen also wanted to leave the Jedi, but every time he took a step, the knife stuck in his heart seemed to be pulled out / extracted by one person, blood and pain were lost, and he was thinned from the wound that could no longer survive Out.
There was no end to this long alley. He knew someone was watching behind him, so he tried to straighten his back. But the more rigid the pain, the more unexplained.
Suddenly, a figure appeared in front of his eyes, his back was not very wide, but he was very straight, and he squatted in front of him, motioning him to come up.
Fu Shen suddenly made a ruthless turn, and suddenly turned around, smashing the Ling Xiaohua Yupei in the hand to the ground.
There was a crackling sound, and the pieces splashed.
"From now on, you and I are so jade."
He refused to look at it any more, as if he had left everything behind. Yan Xiaohan stared at the shards all over the floor, as if he could see Fu Shen's red eyes circle when he turned his head.
When it comes to friendship, they don't seem to differ much from ordinary friends. This breakup is too much to say that it is grace and justice, but it is not because of misconceptions. He vaguely knows that he seems to have lost something deeper and more fragile than friendship.
Like jade that shattered the ground, it was probably full of unreserved trust, and a sincere young man.
Fu Shen rushed out of the city all the way, his body shaped like an arrow off the string, raising the dust of the sky. Fortunately, there are few people in the city, and there is a large wasteland outside the city. The wild winds in the countryside were like overwhelming waves, his robes rolled and his eyes blurred, which also made him vent his anger in the masochistic collision.
When he finally stopped exhausted, Fu Shen raised his hand and touched the corner of his eyes, finding that it was dry.
I don't know if I didn't cry or was blown dry by the wind.
Suddenly, he felt that he should rush back to the city to kill Yan Xiaohan with a knife; when he was depressed, he just wanted to find a quiet place to drink a thousand cups and mourn the true feeding of the dog. But these thoughts flickered in his mind, fleeting, and when he finally stopped, Fu Shen didn't want to do anything.
How can different paths return together? He didn't believe in evil at first, but finally became one of thousands of lessons.
Now that you know it's wrong, let it go when it's time to let it go.
The wind is strong and the wild is vast, Fu Shen said to himself, "Isn't it just a white-eyed wolf? I was bitten, am I still alive?"
That being said, after returning home, Fu Shen still inevitably felt a sore nose when he saw the bow box he treasured in his bedroom. He endured this uncomfortable sadness, and called in a small uncle: "Receive this box to the warehouse."
Xiaoyan asked, "Did you receive the public treasury or was it in the master's yard?"
Fu Shen originally wanted to say that the farther he could take, the better, but when he got to his mouth, he was afraid that the bow and arrow would be taken away by others, and he couldn't hold his throat in one breath, and finally recognized it badly: "Stop ... Forget it, get it in my yard. "
After thinking about it, I added a sentence: "It's a good harvest, don't touch the water, don't let the worms."
Fortunately, they didn't know each other very soon, and there was only one thing related to the surname Yan. After the bow box was moved out, Fu Shen finally became less congested, and when he arrived on his back, he spread out on the bed.
The big ups and downs, the big sadness and the great joy were the most distressing, and Fu Shen somehow fell asleep. In his dream, he returned to the cliff of Baoyan Mountain. This time, there was no wild boar, but only Xiao Xiaohan, who killed a thousand swords, hung from the cliff with one hand, and there was a bottomless abyss.
The cold night in the dream was as cold as ice, and life and death refused to cry out for help. Fu Shen was anxious and angry, but he was afraid of something, and did not reach out to pull him.
"Why did you lie to me?"
What was not asked in reality was finally asked by him in a dream. Fu Shen paced back and forth on the edge of the cliff, panting, suddenly collapsed and shouted: "You are lying to me! Last time after you deceived, you still have to cheat! You jump, jump if you have a seed!"
After shouting these words, he woke up suddenly and woke up.
It was dark outside the window, and he had slept unconsciously all afternoon. Fu Tingxin was standing next to his bed, his face a little sullen, and when he awoke, he asked with concern: "Why don't you sleep without taking off your clothes? Did you have a nightmare just now?"
Fu Shen looked down, only to find that his hands were firmly pressed against his chest. No wonder he felt breathless in the dream just now.
He got up and got up, and moved his aching and stiff shoulders and necks. Suddenly he noticed that Fu Tingxin was dressed in plain clothes, well-groomed, and sank for no reason, and asked, "Second Uncle, are you going out?"
"I just received the news from the palace," Fu Tingxin slowly said, "Mr. Jin couldn't bear torture, cut his wrist with broken porcelain in prison, leaving a four-word last word ... and died by himself."
God is like a knife. It seems that the previous stab was not deep enough and painful.
Fu Shen was suddenly shocked.
"What did he ... write?"
Fu Tingxin closed his eyes exhaustedly, and finally choked in his throat and finally couldn't restrain himself.
"It's written, 'It's well deserved.'" 2k novel reading network