: Extra (two)

Mu Gongzi, today is your death date. Every year today, I will prepare a pot of thin wine and sit quietly in front of your grave for a while.
This is already customary.
Similarly, it is customary to meet the man you love.
It's just that we never bother to talk.
He hates me for killing you. I don't know I hate him too-hate him for keeping you, hate him for not having to immerse myself in the pain I'm suffering now.
This is always the case. In the eyes of others, he is clearly the luckiest person, but he thinks that he is the most unfortunate in the world.
He thought he had lost his favorite person, but he didn't know anyone was worse than him. Someone ca n’t even get it, and where is the lost capital?
But today, I suddenly wanted to talk to him.
"This wine is called 'Happy'. It is said that after drinking it, you can relax and worry freely. Would you like to take a sip?" I asked him with a jug.
"Have you drunk?" He asked me back.
"Of course." I took a sip from my neck, and the wine wet my clothes along the neck.
"Then don't need it," he said, "You've tried it before, so you can see that this wine is useless."
I shuddered and laughed when I came back. It turned out that I thought I was hiding well, but I couldn't hide it from an outsider.
What about you, Mu Gong, do you know?
Know that there is a man named Lu Yingfan who has loved you over his power?
At the age of seven, I came out of the mass grave. Only one of them left me.
The leader told me that as a killer, you do n’t need superb swordplay, or you do n’t have to be an enemy. Just one thing, you have to be relentless.
He said that each killer is his own sword, and where the sword light points, there must be three feet of blood splashing.
And if one day you hesitate, you are slow, this sword is not sharp, then there is no need for it.
I've seen the most charming dancers in Qinglou, and I've seen the most charming women in Saibei. They never let me shake. But I never thought that one day I would fall willingly because of a flower handed by a person.
I thought about many reasons why I would fall in love with you, only to find out in the end that there is no reason at all.
Because some people, once met, are doomed.
For example, you are to me; for example, Luo Yuanxuan is to you. In this world, there is only one word of "love", which makes people never help.
I drank the wine in the pot and laughed wildly: "Luo Yuanxuan, you can beat me, except for one thing, you will always lose to me."
"What?" He asked me, his eyes were always calm.
"I can finally go to him. But you still have to keep your promise to him and continue to live well ..." I said, my eyes and brows were proud.
"It's poisonous in this wine?" He looked slightly changed, and immediately figured out the cause and effect.
"Where is Xiaoyao looking, and where is the real Xiaoyao? Except for Huangquan." I laughed and my tears ran down the corner of my eyes. "Luo Yuanxuan, this drink hate sword, he doesn't want it. After I die, you Just break it for me! It doesn't need to exist anyway. "
The poisonous blood slowly ran down the corner of the lips, and in a haze, I saw you again.
In your palm is that pure white jasmine, smiling like a flower: "Lu Yingfan, can you teach me to practice sword?"
"OK." I answered with a smile.
Among thousands of people, I have met you. For you, I am a passenger, but that has become my life.
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