When the plum blossoms are gone, the people are gone

"Are you stupid!" Dongfang Yao yelled at Mo Xu angrily, "You don't know how to draw your sword!"

"I can't bear it..." Mo Xu said weakly, then smiled at Dongfang Yao, with some comfort in his eyes, "Don't worry... my life is dying..."

"Are you kidding! Everyone knows that once the 'Xiao Ao' sword enters the body, the wound is difficult to heal! Any panacea is useless! Have you lost your memory! Didn't Dad say it before..." Dongfang Yao frowned. At this moment, any thought of revenge seems to be gone, the only thing left seems to be the hope that the person in his arms can survive, no matter what he has to pay, he is willing...

"Ahem..." Mo Xu looked at the beads of sweat dripping from Dongfang Yao's forehead, and felt a little warm in his heart...

For a moment, Mo Xu felt as if he had returned to the past, the days when he had not met Nangong Yinlu, the youthful years...

It's a pity that time can never go backwards, it can only keep going forward, no matter how much you try to catch it, you can't catch it...

"Come here! Hurry up and heal Ye'er!" In the blink of an eye, he had already returned to Dongfang Yao's room. Dongfang Yao yelled at the person at the door while putting Mo Xu on the bed.

"Yes." The little servant boy at the door immediately went to find someone, obviously feeling the unconcealable anxiety from Dongfang Yao's voice...

"Don't be so... so fierce to those children... really... on this point... there is really no... Zhang Jin at all..." Mo Xu lay on the bed, looking at Dongfang Yao's eyes were full of anxiety, and he smiled softly, a rare lightness appeared in those different pupils, this is one of the few places where he can really relax...

"You..." Dongfang Yao looked at Mo Xu's smile. No matter what happened to this person, he didn't seem to have any obvious changes in expression. He kept many things in his heart, and this was one of the reasons why he was annoyed. , I feel that no matter how close I seem to be to this person, it is only on the surface. His heart seems to have never been close at all. To him, it seems that he is the same as those ordinary people...

"Okay...don't be so anxious..." Mo Xu looked at Dongfang Yao's face and said, "It's time...it will always come..."

"Stop talking..." Dongfang Yao had already walked to the bed, sat down slowly, covered Mo Xu's mouth with his hand, and said tremblingly, "What you said... I can't help my fate ..."

"..." Mo Xu looked at Dongfang Yao with complicated eyes, and lightly put his hand on Dongfang Yao's cheek, "Long time no see, I've lost a lot of weight..."

"You too..." Dongfang Yao looked at Mo Xu's eyes and felt that his eye sockets were a little moist. Yes, he was afraid, afraid that this person would really leave, although he felt flustered for a while when he knew that Mo Xu would look north. , but I know that this person has always existed, but now, everything has changed...

I can no longer control this person...

"Look...you are about to cry...as the master of the South Court...how can this be..." Mo Xu looked at Dongfang Yao and said with some comfort, but listening carefully, he could hear a calm tone There is a trace of uneasiness and nostalgia mixed in...

How long can I still see this person... I don't know... Dongfang Yao doesn't know... Mo Xu himself... doesn't know...

"My lord, someone is here." At this moment, the little servant boy interrupted the two of them and said.

……

"Young master!" Xiao looked at Nangong Yinlu with confused eyes and said worriedly.

Nangong Yinlu looked at the corpses of Shang Moli and Leng Shan blankly, as if he didn't hear Xiao's voice.

"Go out..." At this time, Nangong Yinlu suddenly said, without any change in emotion, "I want to be alone for a while..."

"Yes..." Akatsuki couldn't say anything more, so she planned to turn around and leave.

"Xiao..." At this moment, Nangong Yinlu suddenly said, "You said...why...people around me...will leave...Jing Shiyu is like this...Rong Xiao is also...Mo Linran ...Shang Moli...and...Mo'er...why...what did I do wrong...why..."

"Yin Lu..." Xiao looked at the helpless Nangong Yin Lu. She had seen this appearance twice, the first time was Jing Shiyu, and the second time was Rong Xiao...

"It's not your fault." Xiao gently hugged Nangong Yinlu, "It's not your fault..."

"But... why..." Nangong Yin Lu said to himself, his hands trembling a little.

"Yin Lu..."

"Get out!" Suddenly, Nangong Yin Lu seemed to be offended by something, and shouted at Xiao, pointing at the gradually icy corpses of Shang Moli and Leng Shan, "Get out! Get out with these two things!"

"Yin Lu!" Xiao stood up, looked at Nangong Yin Lu and said, "Calm down!"

"Get out! Get out! Anyway, you are going to leave sooner or later, why not leave together now! Get out!" Nangong Yin Lu seemed to be unable to hear anything, and said a little madly, with a pair of red eyes full of chaos...

"Nangong Yinlu!" Xiao called out Nangong Yinlu's full name, and then slapped Nangong Yinlu on the face with a "slap", "I want you to calm down!"

"Why did you hit me!" Nangong Yinlu looked at Xiao like a child and said, "It's just a slave I bought! Why!!"

"No reason, it's because you bought me that I won't leave you!" Xiao looked at Nangong Yinlu and said, her tone was firm.

"Yes...is it..." Nangong Yin Lu seemed to be calmer at this moment, looking at Xiao with a pair of worried eyes, and said slowly.

"Hmm..." Xiao gently rubbed Nangong Yinlu's red cheeks and said.

"..." Nangong Yin Lu fell silent.

"Go back to your room and rest for a while...leave it to me." Xiao said, and then lightly patted Nangong Yinlu on the shoulder.

"Okay, I'll leave it to you." Nangong Yin Lu said wearily, then turned and left silently.

……

After Nangong Yinlu returned to her room, she slowly took out the letter that she deliberately ignored from her sleeve, and opened it tremblingly...

My mind is full of the last words Mo Xu said to herself...

Why... why my hands are trembling... obviously I have forgotten about Rong Xiao's face... there is almost only a rough outline left, this letter seems to be a kind of dispensable existence... but ……Why……

The moment Nangong Yinlu opened the letter paper, he thought he would see some long speech, but unexpectedly, it was just a few words...

sorry……

and also……

I love you……

Nangong Yinlu felt that the former young man seemed to be standing in front of him alive again, with the sunny smile he was familiar with, looking at him and stretching out his hands to him...

That fair and clean face was full of expectations and contradictions...

It seemed that he saw Rong Xiao standing in the fire again, his eyes were full of entanglement and despair...

It's a pity that at that time, my back was turned to him, and I didn't even leave my face to him in the end, so I didn't see Rong Xiao's last expression at all...

It turns out... I went around for a while, and finally found that I still like him...

"Hey..." Nangong Yinlu suddenly felt a little red in his eyes, a little wet in his cheeks, and a bitter taste in the corner of his mouth. What is it?

Tears... are you...

How long has it been since I cried...

There were no heart-piercing cries, no chest-thumping roars, only one person, standing quietly, always standing so quietly, letting the tears wet his cheeks and his clothes...

……

When Xiao saw the cold body of Nangong Yinlu, she suddenly felt her heart disappear...

When he returned to Beiwang with Nangong Yinlu's body in his arms, he felt that nothing could come out of his throat...

Why are these things... Whose fault is it...

Nangong Yinlu?

Dongfang Yao?

Dongfang Lin?

Rong Xiao?

Nangong Moxu?

or yourself?

Xiao slowly put Nangong Yinlu's body into the coffin that had been prepared, and then slowly lay down in the coffin that she had prepared for herself...

This life...maybe you will never see me, but I will always be with you...forever...I will not break my promise...I just hope...in the next life...you can look back at me...

The entire tomb fell into eternal silence...

Maybe someone will break this silence in the future, but who is it...

I don't know...nobody knows...