【Ghost Angel】East Of Eden

Wang Li used to be too.

He still remembers his high spirits and smugness when he was young, even though he knew that he couldn't do anything in the environment he was in, he still imagined that he could manage his own dynasty well by his own efforts.Until the day his gender differentiated.

Park Zhongyuan's gentle smile turned into a naked treachery in his eyes. The other party seemed to have known this for a long time. Because of the strange feeling for the first time, he was restrained on the bed and could not move. A bunch of secret doctors in the palace came in and out. , In the end, he probably passed out, and when he woke up, he was accurately informed of his Omega identity, but when he heard the words of the ministers congratulating the birth of another Alpha sage when he was in court, it only made him feel uncomfortable. Curb nausea.

At that time, there was also Jin Xin among the people present. Wang Li had noticed early in the morning that the general standing at the end of the line of ministers was giving a military salute instead of a civil salute. When everyone knelt down, he could only see Jin Xin's face. The face, the face with a few scars was unexpectedly calm, Wang Li couldn't see the eyes of the man under the distance of many courtiers, he could only see the inexplicable corner of the mouth that seemed to be pity .

The intersection between Wang Li and Jin Xin is not too much. As one of the few military generals with illustrious military exploits in the Goryeo Dynasty, Jin Xin's name always appears in memorials more often. Park Zhongyuan refused on the grounds that it was not in compliance with the rules.

The clearer memory Moyue can still leave now is a chance meeting in the back garden when he was a child. The scene where the other party taught him how to shoot arrows. As a prince who was supported by a minister, the courtesy he received was always poor. No one taught him how to shoot arrows. However, he only has a soft spot for archery, and he wants to practice a good archery no matter what.

When he met Jin Xin, his fingers were worn out by the incorrect posture of holding the bow. The rope tortured him and the wound was hot and painful. There were already bloodshot eyes, and his mental strength was getting worse and worse because of this. An arrow is not as good as an arrow, but he wants to shoot better.When Jin Xin appeared by his side, Wang Li didn't realize anything. He missed the target with one arrow, and when he was going to get another arrow angrily, he realized that Jin Xin was holding his quiver in his hand, and Jin Xin Shin stood three meters away from him.

It is rare for Wang Li to see Jin Xin's face at such a close distance. Even if the other party lowers his head because of humility, he can clearly see the handsome and mature face under the neatly tidied hair.

He plainly called the other party general. At that time, he was just a teenager and had no real power. Many ministers were more willing to win over Park Zhongyuan beside him than him, and they always treated him politely and distantly.Jin Xin was the first person to call his majesty with such a loyal voice, but this emotional call made him a little stunned, not knowing how to continue this unexpected meeting.

And the general is worthy of being a general. He knew what happened when he realized Wang Li's intention to be here alone. Wang Li didn't ask, but Jin Xin took the bow in Wang Li's hand and put the quiver Putting his back on his back, he picked out an arrow on the string with his backhand, and shot the arrow almost without any preparation time.Wang Li turned his head, and the arrow that was still shaking slightly hit the red heart in the middle of the straw target impartially.

The subsequent development was something Wang Li never thought of. When ordinary courtiers saw Wang Li rubbing his bleeding fingers, they would politely ask him to go back to rest no matter what. Only Jin Xin put his bow and arrow away without saying a word. Put it back into his hand, then stand beside him and hold his hand, and adjust his bow drawing posture for him bit by bit.

The other party didn't care about his wound that was so worn out that his flesh and blood turned outwards, and still pressed the rough bowstring on his wound, increased the strength of the bow, and said in his ear that such a forceful posture is the correct.Wang Li also listened to the teachings of this seemingly arrogant general without any complaints. After he endured the pain and sweated profusely, Jin Xin still did not let him go. Put it into the quiver, and tell Wang Li to shoot at least half of the arrows in the quiver within half a circle before he can pass the test.

A normal king would be furious when he encountered this. A general who didn't know the heights of heaven and earth thought he was right to teach himself archery, and he didn't care about his physical condition and set himself an inexplicable task. It's simply not enough to kill a hundred heads.

But Wang Li is not such a person. He first turned his head to look at the general who he didn't say any request as if he understood his heart for a while. The other party's dark eyes were so indifferent, as if he was In his eyes, he was just a soldier in his barracks, if he didn't complete the task he assigned, he would not even think about having dinner today, nor would he even think about going to have a good rest.Of course, Jin Xin didn't have the right to treat Wang Li like this, but Wang Li suddenly felt extremely relaxed, and the pain of the wound didn't seem to affect him that much. It was able to achieve the goal that Jin Xin asked, but Jin Xin didn't say anything, until he erupted in vain and shot directly at a place that was only a little bit away from the red heart, and then Jin Xin said "beautiful" in a calm voice.

After all, Wang Li was still a young man who had only been taught by Jin Xin for a few ten minutes. After that, he never shot the so-called "beautiful" arrow, but he also fulfilled Jin Xin's request. Mo Yue Two-thirds of the arrows hit within half a circle of the grass target.

The last arrow just hit the half-circle line, Wang Li panted heavily, knowing that this was his limit for today.He threw away the bow with trembling hands, the twine had been soaked red by his blood, and the painful part of the wound seemed to be numb due to too much intensity.

Enduring the pain, he turned around and wanted to thank the general who had worked so hard to guide him. Jin Xin was standing five meters away from him. In front of him, he lowered his head and didn't know what he was taking out in his pocket.Before he could think of what to say, Jin Xin suddenly grabbed his injured hand, and when the other's callused fingers just brushed the bloody wound, he broke out in a cold sweat from the pain , unable to control his cry of pain.

But then Jin Xin turned over his hand with clumsy but gentle movements, and a small medicine bottle appeared inexplicably on the other hand. The other hand controlled not to touch the wound, and the other hand began to put the small medicine bottle The powder in the bottle was poured over the wound.

The moment the medicine powder touched the wound was very painful, causing Wang Li's whole hand to twitch uncontrollably, but after the momentary pain passed, it turned out to be a bit of coolness, which gradually overshadowed the pain and made it comfortable. The sensation gradually filled the whole sense of touch, and he no longer felt any pain.

"This is prepared by my sister for my ministers who often go to war, and it has miraculous effects on the treatment of trauma." Jin Xin finally spoke seriously at this time, "I offended His Majesty so much today, I deserve death." Saying so Wang Li didn't feel any apology from the other party when he was young. He had heard the sentence that he deserved to die when he was a child, but he never found it as funny as he did today.

After Jin Xin finished applying the powder and let go, Wang Li responded, "General, you don't have to blame yourself. Instead, I want to thank General for sacrificing his time for his careful guidance."

"Your Majesty." Jin Xin frowned suddenly, and Wang Li knew that this was the other party reminding him not to use "I" to refer to himself.

But Wang Li didn't take it seriously: "It doesn't matter, there are no rulers or ministers here, general, you are my teacher, so I naturally have to pay attention to dignity." He felt that it was the first time he had met someone he dared to talk to so relaxedly.

"Is there no one in the palace teaching His Majesty how to archery?"

"There was no one."

Wang Li couldn't understand Jin Xin's expression at the moment, he was a little surprised on his face, but there was some surprise in his eyes.

"Your Majesty has such knowledge, has read extensively, and studied all kinds of arts by himself. In the future, he will definitely become a wise king in the land of Goryeo."

Wang Li has heard countless words of flattery like this, and he can tell whether those people are sincere or fake, and he also expresses that it is meaningless.Only what Jin Xin said made Wang Li feel that there was something deep in it, and he listened with pleasure from the bottom of his heart.People like Jin Xin who are born in martial arts are not very educated. Such a polite sentence must have exhausted all the words that Jin Xin could think of. For some reason, Wang Li wanted to laugh out loud when he considered this possibility. sound.

Wang Li had a premonition that this General Jin Xin might become his confidant, and he might be able to become his helper who would no longer be at the mercy of Park Zhongyuan, but since that chance encounter in the back garden, Wang Li was another one whom he hadn't seen for three years. He, all the news about Jin Xin is just a piece of paper, telling himself what remote place he is going to station, what ferocious enemy he will fight, and how he will return victorious.Wang Li thought he could meet Jin Xin after Jin Xin came back, but Park Zhongyuan stopped him every time with the same reason.

Wang Li's idea is actually very simple, he just wants to show General Jin Xin, under his short-term teaching, how he became the heroic posture that he is today.

And the next time I saw Jin Xin again was when I married Jin Xin's younger sister, Jin Shan, according to the order of the former king.

Speaking of which, Jin Xin was about a dozen years older than himself at this time, but Jin Xin's younger sister, Jin Shan, was about the same age as him, with a gentle and pleasant appearance, and shared some interests with him.In terms of affection, Wang Li has no opinion on this marriage, but he knew from the very beginning that Jin Shan was married into the palace as an Omega, he couldn't bear it, but there was nothing he could do.

The day of the wedding was the second time he saw Jin Xin in a serious way. The other party took Jin Shan's hand and sent Jin Shan to the sedan chair, his eyes were full of love for his sister.When the other party finally looked at him, Wang Li couldn't tell what kind of emotion was in the other party's eyes, there seemed to be only alienation in the ordinary way, and there seemed to be a lot of things he wanted to say to him in a profound way.

But Wang Li didn't know what those Jin Xin wanted to say, they only met a few times, except for the unknown archery teaching, each time they were pure monarchs and ministers.There are no interests, no secrets, or even intersections between them.

After Jin Shan entered the palace, Jin Xin once again went to the frontier far away from the dynasty, leaving for a longer time and staying for a shorter time.On the first day, Wang Li confessed her gender to Jin Shan, and the woman expressed sadness, but she accepted and understood faster than she thought, which made Wang Li feel that Jin Shan was a very knowledgeable woman.But he didn't know if Jin Xin knew this. In his understanding, Jin Xin would not allow his sister to be so wronged.After a long time, he felt that his worries were superfluous, so what if Jin Xin refused to agree, how could he prevent the Ming media from getting married.

There is always an inexplicable sense of missing Jin Xin, maybe because Jin Xin is so unique, without the flattery of others, without full of intrigues, if you want to say that the only one in the world who looks at himself with such pure eyes People, maybe Jin Xin.

But Wang Li has never thought too much about this matter. After all, he and Jin Xin are only a few friends. Intentionally, Park Zhongyuan has also been preventing their meeting.

Wang Li also thought about letting the Jin family live in peace in the era when he was in power. It doesn't matter if he can't be a wise king. At least he should let this family who treats him sincerely not be criticized. But the day when Park Zhongyuan made a move is after all It's coming, faster than he imagined, and more helpless than he imagined.

Hearing that on the day when Jin Xin returned to the palace, it was rare for Wang Li not to fight for the opportunity to summon Jin Xin again. Rumors arose in the palace under the control of Park Zhongyuan, saying that Jin Xin had the intention of treason, and that Jin Shan was also a member of the Jin family. To control Wang Li's chess pieces.He sat in the study distraughtly, with resentment towards Park Zhongyuan's gossip, but also a little bit more resentment at Jin Xin's inability to understand his expectations of him.He always felt that if Jin Xin could be less stupid as a martial artist and more intellectual as a literati, he might be able to help him break these deadlocks.

Of course he didn't know Jin Xin, how could he know what Jin Xin had done for him in those days, long, long before that, all the time.

Wang Li's sex instinct, which was already approaching the stage of estrus, burst out suddenly due to the anger and anger, without any sign, and there was no one around him to help him get out of this situation.He felt that his whole body was weak, his mind was occupied by heat, and his consciousness could no longer think. He could only lean helplessly on the desk, expecting someone to save him, and instinctively hoped that no one would find out what was going on at this moment. he.

A burst of smell came at this time, with the intoxicating mellow aroma and the unique pure spirit of wine constantly floating in the air.Wang Li sat up straight in shock. He was very familiar with this smell. It was the taste of his favorite Korean famous wine buckwheat wine, but at this moment he clearly realized that this was not the real taste of wine, it was the smell of pheromones. Taste, this is a pheromone flavor belonging to Alpha.

Wang Li hadn't really reached the estrus period. He didn't know whether he was attracted by the pheromone, or Alpha's pheromone really had a soothing effect on him. He actually felt that the discomfort in his whole body was gradually fading away.

There was a sound of leaves being trampled on at the window. Wang Li turned his head abruptly, but there was no one at the half-open window. He didn't give up. He knew that there must be someone standing here just now, so he walked out of the study. There was still a faint aroma of buckwheat wine, but no matter which direction he looked, he couldn't see anyone.

Wang Li has searched for the owner of this smell countless times, but he can't tell anyone about it, Park Zhongyuan will only hinder him again and again.There are not many Alphas in this court, and these Alphas have never been on his side, and it is absolutely impossible for them to do such a thing of silently helping him.

only one person.

The most outstanding general in Goryeo, Kim Shin.

It's not that Wang Li didn't think about this possibility, but he just thought about it for a while before throwing this idea to the back of his mind in a self-deprecating manner.That day was the day when Kim Shin returned to the palace. He had never visited him on the first day of his return to the palace. Although he knew that it was because of Park Zhongyuan's pressure, more often he would blame it on Kim Shin's honesty. to goofy characters.If that person can find an excuse to forcefully visit him, he will definitely find a way to break through Park Zhongyuan's obstruction.

That day was a day when Jin Xin could not appear in the palace. He knew that he shouldn't expect more, but he couldn't help the hope in his heart.

When things in the palace became more and more complicated, Wang Li couldn't care less about looking for such an illusory smell.Park Zhongyuan gave him an ultimatum. He knew that Jin Xin had violated Park Zhongyuan's interests after all, and he was destined not to survive.He bestowed a sword, hoping that Jin Xin would never come back, and he would take good care of Jin Shan. This might be the last thing he could do for the Jin family, but he couldn't do it after all.

What broke all this was Jin Xin's persistence and pride that moved him until the end.

But so what, under the watchful eyes of everyone, he couldn't keep anyone in the Jin family.Wang Li couldn't deny that what he was thinking at that moment was that Jin Xin died because of his useless self-esteem, because of his eyes that couldn't see the world clearly.

I was walking in the world with my eyes blinded, so why not others.

After all, Wang Li and Jin Xin are just a casual relationship between monarchs and ministers, and the number of times they talk can be counted on one hand. It is better to say that Wang Li thinks that Jin Xin should hate himself, because he is not capable enough to fight all this, it is himself The first time he was sent to such a dangerous battlefield where he would never return, he was the one who delayed the happiness of her sister's life.

When the final order to kill was issued, Wang Li deliberately looked into Jin Xin's eyes, which was a great way to save face. At that time, Jin Xin happened to be looking at Wang Li as well.

Wang Li wanted to see from those deep and clear eyes the innocence that he was attracted to when he first saw him. He knew that those eyes were looking towards him. It was himself who failed to cherish and protect all these.And in the end he saw that on Jin Xin's blood-smeared face, only those eyes were clear, there was no anger, no unwillingness, and more of the kind he couldn't understand, A determined look that wanted to say something to him.

But if he missed this time, he would no longer know what Jin Xin wanted to say to him.

The sword bestowed by him pierced Jin Xin's chest, and blood flew across, soaking the civilian clothes without armor, and fell to the ground, creating a dazzling spray of blood.

Wang Li knew what he should do at this time, turned around and left without a trace of nostalgia, the traitor under the steps had nothing to do with him, and he did so, but he couldn't take a few steps forward , I can no longer walk.

He captured the faint smell of buckwheat wine that permeated the air.

At that moment, he turned around like crazy, and under the not-so-high stairs, Jin Xin's lifeless body was lying alone and embarrassingly in the blood.The smell of his favorite wine, combined with the rusty smell of blood flying all over the city, made him, who only felt shrouded in despair, start to vomit from the bottom of his heart.

Who is the one who is really stupid.Wang Li didn't understand.

There will never be another general like Jin Xin in this world, and there will never be another king like Wang Li in this world.

The envoy hadn't had this dream for a long time. Looking back at his unbearable past life in such an illusory way, only in the dream can he realize from the perspective of a bystander how self-righteous and how cowardly and incompetent he was back then.

It happened to be seven o'clock in the morning when he woke up, which was his usual time to get up. The envoy was a little surprised. He didn't sleep well this time. When he woke up, the quilt was not on him, and his nose was still blocked. , There were still some water stains on his face when he wiped it with his hands. Maybe he cried unconsciously. After waking up in such a state, he can still stay awake enough, which can be said to be lucky.

Dress, wash, tidy up the room, prepare breakfast.

After everything was over, the messenger looked at the sun outside the window, then walked out of the gate and onto the street.

Today is Saturday, not the time when he, the team leader who had been reinstated many years ago, needed to work, but he still went to the tea house of the dead. The younger generation was distributing the list, and when they saw him, they greeted him respectfully, and the messenger symbolized He glanced at the name book, and after confirming that there were no names he didn't want to appear on it, he left naturally.

The weather is fine, the sun is high in the sky, adding a lot of warmth to this early winter season.The envoy is wearing a knitted sweater, which is covered with seven or eight colors, but there is no black.Then he walked into a coffee shop according to his preference, and when he was queuing up, he glanced forward, his eyes trembled slightly, but he didn't react any more.

The last time I saw Chi Enzhuo was about three months ago. During these three months, the other party cut his hair short for some reason. He almost didn't recognize it at a glance. The identification method is more accurate than any form, so even with just a light glance behind him, he recognized that it was Chi Enzhuo who hadn't seen him for three months.

After cutting short hair, the girl looked more like a mature woman. In the heart of the messenger, Chi Enzhuo had always been the little girl who would hide behind others in fear, but now she looks a little more brave.The messenger thought about Chi Enzhuo's current work. He listened to every episode of Chi's editor-director and anchor's broadcast. Although he didn't know what kind of occupation the editor-director was, this appearance always seemed quite capable.

They all came alone, and the envoy didn't leave after ordering a glass of juice, and sat down on the seat behind Chi Enzhuo.The woman was typing on the computer behind her. It was another modern tool that the envoy hadn't figured out how to use until now, but now no one would patiently teach him how to use it.

What Chi Enzhuo ordered was a cup of Blue Mountain coffee. In the past, the envoy would definitely stop the other party. What is the young girl doing with this kind of unnutritious thing? But now he has neither the ability nor the right to Stop it, when he passed by Chi Enzhuo just now, he saw that the woman's eyes were covered by make-up and still had dark circles, he could no longer understand Chi Enzhuo's life, and the other party was no longer the one who sneaked out A girl who has to help her hide when she meets other boys.

The sky outside the window suddenly began to rain, and the messenger was awakened by the sound of rain pattering on the window, only to realize that his glass of juice had been drunk.He turned his head to look at the sky, the window was pure and transparent, so he could see the blue sky outside the window, but this rain came violently, suddenly and strangely.

The messenger looked back and shook his head and smiled.

This is the ninth year since Ghost left. At the beginning, he said boldly that he was willing to wait even 900 years, but now he feels that every minute and every second of existence in this world is a torment.

When thoughts are flooding, how can the walls of time be able to stop them.

During the period when the ghosts first left, such weird weather often appeared in Chengbeidong. The sudden rain seemed to want to wash the city, take away those that should not be left, and reshape those that should be preserved forever.

At that time, whenever such a weather messenger appeared, he thought it was a ghost returning, and he threw half of the work to the younger generation without saying a word, and then went home and changed into home clothes—because he knew that ghosts didn’t like him dressed properly The look of the eight scriptures—waiting for the door to open or the person he was thinking to appear out of nowhere in the living room.He sat on the sofa with his knees in his arms, recalling the furnishings in his home. He cleaned the ghost room every day. Whenever he came back, he could move in immediately, and he tidied up all the clothes. There is beef in the refrigerator that he changes every three days. The first thing the ghosts come back from the void must be to yell for meat. There are also the study and the rooms of other lost people. No matter where he is It can guarantee that the other party will feel the warmth of returning home.

Every time he waited like this for a whole day, all the lights in the house were turned on until the early morning, he turned on the TV and listened to the sound inside to relieve the panic in his heart and the exhaustion of the body, and he fell asleep on the sofa at some point, When he woke up, he was neither moved to the bed nor covered himself with a warm coat. The small sofa made him feel sore all over, but the TV that had been left open all night was still playing the morning news.

In the first few years, the emissary couldn't remember how many times he experienced such waiting, and it took him a few years to realize that even if there were no ghosts, there would be such inexplicable rain in Seongbuk-dong.

It was still raining outside the window, and the sun was still so dazzling. He didn't have an umbrella, so he could only sit here quietly and wait for the rain to stop, although he would not be afraid of the light rain even without an umbrella.

The messenger noticed that Chi Enzhuo also did not bring an umbrella, but the other party seemed not in a hurry to leave. After a while, he saw Chi Enzhuo walking past him and going to the front desk to refill her cup of coffee.When the messenger came back, he looked up at her, and happened to find that the other party was also looking at him. Their eyes met in the air, and each other's figure was reflected in their eyes. Back on the way forward again, without saying anything, he sat down behind him and continued typing on the computer.

The envoy didn't say anything, his juice couldn't be refilled, and after a few minutes of bored biting the straw, he walked into the street under the moderate rain.

He never had any plans for his travels, and this inexplicable rain made his already bad mood even worse.After walking around in the rain for a few laps, he still decided to go home. The sweater he was wearing was one of the few colorful clothes he had, and it would definitely be ruined if he continued to drench like this.

The messenger deliberately took a detour and passed by the fried chicken shop in the city center. He stood on the opposite side of the street and looked in. He was a little disappointed that he couldn't see the figure he wanted to see, but he was not worried. , and continued on the way home.Sunny's life went smoothly after he stopped contacting these non-human beings. A small fried chicken shop grew bigger and bigger, and now it is a well-known chain brand in Korea. It is also because of this that Sunny often does not go to the original small shop. Instead of carrying it in the bag, it will run around the store.

The goblin would be glad to know, but he had to have a chance to know.

Every day that feels like years, the messenger still lives as usual.

When working, there will be no big mistakes. When the team members have dinner, they still cover the meal expenses of the whole group. Occasionally, when he encounters a few other losers, he will start to let others know.Dinner is a vegetable salad that has not changed for more than ten years. Occasionally, a few more fruits will be added. The yogurt brand that he loved in the early years has closed down. Fortunately, the latest flavor is also his favorite.During the evening drama, I still stay on time in front of the TV, holding the pillow with sailboats printed on it. I used to subconsciously talk to myself, always thinking that there would be a voice to pick it up, and then I realized it. Did not say a word again.

If there was anything that seemed to have changed and remained unchanged, it was that he hadn't had a rut in nine years, like before he knew the ghost and the source of his sin.

But on some nights when I miss ghosts, the messenger will touch his own glands actively, scratch the fragile skin with his fingernails, and he will be able to smell the mellow wine with the fragrance of flowers.

That is the smell of Jinxin pheromone, which has never dissipated in nine years.

This is a smell that makes him feel at ease. It can comfort him when he misses him, he can comfort him when he is lonely, he can comfort him when he is crying, and he can comfort him when he is desperate.Whenever he felt that he was going to be unable to hold on any longer, the smell would burst out suddenly, making his hands and feet numb, making his eye sockets hot, and reminding him involuntarily of the last sentence that the ghost said to him——

--wait for me

Yes, wait for him.This never-ending smell is the proof that that person will definitely come back, and it is the proof that that person puts all his heart and soul here, so what if it returns to nothingness, that person will still come back after all.

The Messenger has always believed so.

It was another ordinary day in 360 five days, but today is not as good as usual.

The messenger wore a black windbreaker, and after confirming that he hadn't missed anything, he set off for the temple in the suburbs.

There was an unnamed tree in front of the gate of the temple, and it was showing signs of dying, but it had been half-lived since the first time the envoy came, and it persisted for so long.He pushed open the door of the temple, and the inside of the main hall was warmed by candlelight, and the gentle candlelight was enough to illuminate every corner.

He first knelt on the futon and bowed devoutly to every spirit tablet in the hall, then slowly got up, stared at the two tablets in the center for a while, and took out the pen and paper he had brought.

It is a strange thing to write the name for your own spirit card, but the messenger has no extra mood to think about these things. He wrote the names "Wang Li" and "Jin Shan" on two clean rice papers , and then removed the dirty paper on the original tablet that had been soaked in candle oil for a long time, and replaced it with a new one.

After the ghosts returned to nothingness, he has been doing this for the ghosts. He doesn't know if he has the qualifications to step into the Jin family's ancestral hall. After all, his hands are covered with the blood of the entire family, and he doesn't know if he is qualified. Go write these two names, because Jin Xin's emotions when he writes are beyond his comprehension.But he did it anyway, the ghost once told him that he would come to the ancestral hall to worship at this time every year, and the ghost could not come, so he replaced the ghost to fulfill the ghost's annual ceremony and wish.

It took the messenger a lot of effort to make the Kongming Lantern, and no one could teach him. In the first year, he spent three days pondering on a completely unfamiliar electronic product before he understood its search function, and it took almost a week to understand it. Successfully made a Kongming lantern according to the tutorial.He wrote down the two names "Wang Li" and "Jin Shan" again in a decent manner, but this time was different. For the first time, he wrote down an extra name "Jin Xin" selfishly, and then he put the three names together. Paste the two names on the Kongming Lantern together, watching it rise unsteadily in the deep sky, and fly to places he cannot reach.

He still remembered that this was the origin of everything. When the ghosts came here, he happened to be in pain at home. From that day on, everything was different, the exposure of identity, the emergence of history, and the return of memory.

Wang Li drew a portrait of Jin Shan out of guilt and longing. He loves this girl, but it's a pity that they are poor people, and they have no destiny after all.But he didn't leave anything behind that could prove Jin Xin's existence.

He thought he might never tell the ghost about that memory. When he realized that the smell of buckwheat wine that attracted him might belong to Jin Xin, the other party was already a cold corpse. From that moment on, he dared not The person who believed became Wang Li. He searched the whole city for someone with this pheromone smell, no matter what gender he was, but he never found it until his death.

It is impossible for Park Zhongyuan to notice his crazy behavior. Park Zhongyuan finally realized that after the deaths of Jin Xin and Jin Sundu, Wang Li had gradually escaped his control. The same fragrance was designed to drive Wang Li to death, but Wang Li immediately realized that although the smell was similar, it was not the smell he had been looking for after all.

Park Zhongyuan's plan was successful after all. After finally facing the fact that Jin Xin was dead, Wang Li no longer wanted to participate in anything in the court. He realized that Park Zhongyuan wanted him to die. What a coincidence, he also hoped that he would To be able to die like this, he willingly walked step by step into the road of death paved for him by Park Zhongyuan, and never looked back.

The heart began to ache, the messenger raised his head, the Kongming Lantern had been blown away from the direction, it was not flying high, but it was almost invisible from a distance.

He hasn't felt this kind of heartache for a long time, his breathing is a little rough, and the back of his neck is also slightly hot.He attributed these discomforts to the dream he had a few days ago. The memory that had been buried for a long time was dug out naked in this way, and put bloody in front of him and forced himself to look directly at it. He was not yet strong enough to face all this. All relieved.

It was getting late, the emissary repacked his pen and ink and left. When he opened the door, a gust of night wind blew past, and it happened to blow into the emissary's eyes, causing him to close his eyes subconsciously.The momentary wind seemed to bring something up, and the emissary vaguely felt a thin piece of something passing by the bridge of his nose, with a faint fragrance.

After the wind passed, he opened his eyes, just in time to see a few petals falling slowly in the air with the wind. He turned his head to look at his shoulders, and there were a few pale pink flowers on the coat on his shoulders.

It is very strange to bloom in this season, let alone in this remote suburban temple where no one maintains it at all.