Chapter 114: Guest

For a moment, it seemed that great sorrow was pressing on Shen Min's heart. It was heavy, like a tombstone covered with dust, and there was indescribable bitterness on the tip of his tongue. Withered, my heart is withered.
The moonlight slipped through the eaves, spreading on the bluestone ground, touching the heavy feet, climbing to the knee along the splattered gold line, and finally resting on his hands, cold and cold, like a piece of ice. At this time, Shen Wei slowly calmed down, and the bitter tide that turned his heart back to silence, he took a deep breath.
Xia Houyi saw that he was not talking and turned to look at him. There were tears in the corners of his eyes, and a little bit of transparency, meandering down the cheek. He reached out to wipe for him, Shen Shen tilted his head and avoided his hand.
Xiahou froze for a moment.
Shen Yan said: "I think you want it well, don't want to live, right, let it be for you, right?"
Seeing that his face wasn't right, Xia Hou drew up in his heart, stretched his sleeves and pulled back, and Shen drew back his hands suddenly, sitting farther away from him.
"..." Xia Houzhen was a little puzzled. "What's wrong ..."
Shen Yan looked down, and Xia Houzhen couldn't see what he looked, except that he must be angry now. After a while, Shen Yun said: "Okay, you die. You don't care about your life, what am I worried about?" Shen Yan sneered and continued, "But you listen well, Xia Hou, You're dead, and I immediately hang myself in front of you-no, when you're about to die, I'll let you watch me openly. "
Xia Houyi was a little helpless, "Master, don't play tricks."
"What little temper?" Shen Min looked at him coldly. "Do you think I can't do it?"
"..." Shen Zhen could really do such a thing. Xia Houyi's heart was weak. Was he reading too much? His brain was rusted by those wind and snow, and he even thought about it.
"Master ..." Xia Houxi pulled his sorrow sadly.
Shen Zhe pulled out her jacket with no expression, "Don't think too much, I don't want to love you. After death, don't think I will go with you on Huangquan Road. I will be far from you in the next life. If you are born in the Central Plains , I'll go south and be a barbarian, or a Rakshasa ghost. In short, I will meet you north and south and never see you again. "
"..." Xia Houyi didn't know what to say for a while, and said for a moment, "Thank you so much. I heard that Nanman always flooded the river, and killed thousands of people at once."
"Okay," Shen said, "Thank you, I will die young in my life, and I will die young in my next life."
Xia Houxi took a deep sigh and took him completely.
How could there be such a person, the trick that threatened him turned out to be in front of him, and he would never meet again in his next life. He felt funny and bitter at the same time. He was usually so capable, but now he's stupid. But this is indeed the fiercest revenge, just thinking about the scene is like a knife cut. Xia Houyi called him again, and carefully approached him.
Shen Zheng stood up abruptly, avoiding his touch, and said coldly, "I don't see each other from today onwards. When you are gone, I will come to you and ask myself, we are done."
He turned and walked without saying a word. Xia Houzhen saw that he was real, and panicked. He chased behind him and shouted several "masters". Shen Yan ignored it and went out without a word. Stepping out of the hanging flower door and turning into the corridor, he didn't know where to go, and walked away. The servants were faint at the sight, avoiding speaking. The two of them stepped on the moonlight, and one of them walked with a dull head and the other chased. Finally in the back garden, Xia Houyu ran a few steps to catch up with him and hugged him from behind.
"I was wrong, Master, I was wrong." Xia Houhuan circled his waist and buried his face on his neck. "I was wrong, I was really wrong."
"Go away." Shen drew his hand.
"If you don't roll, don't roll, I'll rely on you." Xia Hou did not let go.
"Go away," Shen repeated, gritting his teeth.
"Master, do you have the heart? You see I'm all sick, hey-my legs are soft again, and I'm going to faint." Xia Houyu stopped moving on him.
The sparse shadows of the leaves hit them, with clear moonlight leaking in the middle, dew dripping on the eaves, and slowly, drop by drop, reflecting the crystalline light. Shen Zhe no longer struggled, holding on to the tree without saying a word, Xia Houyi turned him around and stared at his eyes.
He turned his face away, deliberately not looking at Xia Houyi.
Xia Houxi laughed: "Still angry? Why do you say I'm so bad, I always make you angry. I'm mad at you when you are young, and mad at you when you grow up."
Shen Wei snorted quietly, and said, "You know."
Xia Houyi saw that he was no longer angry, let go and stood against the tree. A few steps before I walked on the steps and white marble, and below was the pool, sparkling, and a few rockery came out, round and bright. Xia Houyi picked up a stone and hit it in the water, and the white water splashed in the dark pool. He sighed and said, "Master Silly, I can't bear you. But just in case, I said that in case the disease is not cured, and you accidentally stop cooking, you must think of a way forward. Previously in Galan At that time, the assassin had to write a testament before leaving. I also wrote several letters. Later, my mother died, and I was too lazy to write. "
"Anyway, I'm talking here, you can take care of it yourself." Shen Yan said in a hard way.
"Okay, I promise you," Xia Houyi surrendered, and stretched out his little finger to seduce, "We can't pull the hook, I'll heal the disease, even if I only hold my breath, I will support you ninety-nine."
The lake in the moonlight reflected the fingers of the two, and the coldness in Shen Min's eyes finally dissipated a bit, and he nodded and said nothing.
"But you also have to promise me one thing," Xiahou said.
"what's up?"
Xia Houzhen raised his hand and brushed the corners of his red eyes, as if rubbed a light layer of rouge, there was a sense of sedition.
"No more crying in the future," Xiahou murmured. "If my mother sees you, she will definitely say you crybaby." He laughed and said, "I married a crybaby as my wife."
"..." Weeping for this bastard, this also said he loves crying ghosts. Shen Yan was so angry that his eyes were black and his teeth were gritted. "What about you? Don't you think I don't know. You are the king of urine of yours."
As if a thunderbolt struck the top of his head, Xia Houyi ran from head to toe, "How do you know?"
"In the Genealogy of Galan, historical biography of both the Galan abbot and the assassin have been recorded in the book. The person who wrote you probably has resentment against you, and wrote down all your scandals from small to large." Shen Liangliang said, "Yes. Did n’t want to go back and burn it? It ’s useless, I will never forget, I know all about you. "
What is it called? It was as if the shame had been cleaned in front of Shen Zhen, and the whole body was clear at a glance. He was so skinny as a kid that he couldn't count the memories and hands and feet together. Xia Houyi covered his face and drank in the water of the lake: "I have lost all my face in my life, I am not alive."
Shen Yan braced his head to see his frowning face, and he felt relieved for a moment, but then he became sorrowful and distressed. It ’s easy to live. Where should Lang Zhong who ruled him find it? The Kalan chaos, the Liaodong War, Jiangnan's endowment ... Several burdens rested on his shoulders, and Shen Min felt he was out of breath.
As he was stunning, Xia Hou came over and held his shoulders, "Hey, Master, I've let you know everything I've done. I don't have to hide from you if I or fart in the future."
Shen Yun: "..."
Xia Hou laughed twice, squatted down, and said, "Okay, it's been a night of toss. It's still a little while before the 5th. Let's go back to sleep and I'll carry you."
"I have my own feet," Shen Kun frowned. "You are still sick, don't toss."
"My illness is good and bad at times. You have to call me hard while I'm good." Xia Houyi squatted down and asked him to back.
Shen Yan couldn't help but got back on his words. Xia Houyi held his knees and walked back slowly. The street lights continued to linger on his back, drowsy, and he couldn't help narrowing his eyes. Worried, he murmured: "Shen?"
"A bit." Xia Houzhen turned him upside down, "coming soon."
"I'll carry you next time," Shen Min said.
Xia Hou yelled a few words, Shen Xing fell asleep in a few steps. He knew that Shen Yan was tired, and he had to clean up a large country and protect his crippled body. I am afraid that only Shen Zhen has the ability in this world. If I change someone else, I'm afraid it's already broken.
After entering the room, he put Shen Yan on the bed, helped him to take off his clothes and soap boots, pushed inside, quilted the quilt, blew out the lights, and lay down. Looking sideways at his sleeping face, his long eyelashes were slightly curled, and a shadow was under the mask. The night was too dark, and I glanced out of the curtain, as if it were empty and silent. He was lying in the dark thinking wildly, his thoughts stretching in silence.
He has regrets, there are many unfinished things, but if he wants to write his last wishes, he has no idea how to write them.
He did not find seventeen, nor did he find dissatisfaction. He pulled out the purse from under his pillow and poured the ears inside into the palm. A small crystal clear, like a tear. He remembered the young man blowing in the night breeze, his eyes were dark and big, full of bright sky. Apparently stupid, he would lie for him and went to Shuobei alone. However, his last words to him were: "I will kill you."
This is the case for personnel, which is never satisfactory. He sadly took the corner of his mouth.
He was a tired guest, and death was not a journey for him, but a return home. Obedience to the sky and death in response to the report seemed to be his best choice. But ... he touched Shen Yun's fair cheek, slowly moved closer, and printed a kiss with a dragonfly and a little water.
But how could he bear to leave Shen Yan alone in this barren world? He must strive to live, not for himself, for the sake of Shen, for the weariness, for all who have not died.