intrigue

Good temper, few words, red lips, white teeth, picturesque eyebrows - why is he a man?What a pity.

When Xu Ziyi was thinking wildly, Xin Yizhuan had already put down the bowl and chopsticks in his hand.

The servant girl cleaned up the dishes and came forward with some tea for digestion.

Xu Ziyi only took a sip, then put down the teacup, and asked Xin Yizhuan with a shy stomach, "Is there any wine?" When Xu Ziyi opened the jug of wine and smelled it, the aroma of the wine was overflowing and the taste was mellow. It seemed that it was still a good old wine.Xu Ziyi was born with a good sense of himself, and he didn't think there was anything strange about Xin Yizhuan's attitude towards him, so he drank cheerfully.

After a few glasses of wine, Xu Ziyi's chest and heart warmed up, and the conversation started naturally.Perhaps it was because Xin Yizhuan was too considerate in his hospitality - no matter what his name was or where he came from, he just prepared wine and meat.Or maybe it was because of the momentary sneer in Jiu Chong's head, or maybe Xu Ziyi's insensitive sixth sense told him that this person is reliable and worth entrusting (?), maybe he was too tired, in short, after five glasses of wine, , he was so confused that he revealed the truth.In the past, he had a very good capacity for drinking, claiming that he would never get drunk after a thousand drinks, but tonight, after only five drinks, he was drunk.

"Xin Yizhuan, why don't you ask who I am?" In the dim light, the drunk held a wine glass in one hand and propped his chin in the other, smiling at the silent young master Xin, like an idiot.

The expression in Xin Yizhuan's eyes was very complicated, his red lips were tightly pressed, his fists were clenched under his wide sleeves, his fingertips were turning white, the veins on the back of his hands and arms were already throbbing, his whole body was trembling, and he gasped. , resisting the absurd thoughts in his heart, asked in a low voice.

"Then who are you?" He stared at Xu Ziyi with good eyes, his voice was a little hoarse, his eyes were a little red, and he didn't know what he was nervously expecting.

Xu Ziyi didn't notice Xin Yizhuan's expression at all. In his eyes, Xin Yizhuan had blurred into an orange light and shadow, and he could only vaguely see his figure, but not his face.Shaking his head, he leaned on the table and sat next to Xin Yizhuan. With a smile, he purposely moved closer to Xin Yizhuan's ear, pretending to be mysterious and said, "It might scare you if you say it. Let me put it this way. On the way, I even let a caterpillar quietly in your place, hehe, unexpected."

Hearing this, Xin Yizhuan felt his head thump, his eyes became hot immediately, his blood qi surged up like a gust of rain, and a smelly smell rushed up from his lungs, his body trembled uncontrollably, even though he clenched his teeth tightly, he still spit out He took a big mouthful of blood.The ground is like a dazzling flower blooming, carrying the long-awaited forbearance and vast lovesickness.Going upstream along the gap of time, you can glimpse the turbulent waves hidden under the calm water, as well as the bloody wind.

For eight years, the disaster of lovesickness that had been lurking deep in my heart from beginning to end, finally leaked a small gap under the drunken words of that person tonight, and then broke out.

To this day, he can hardly remember the feeling of panic when he suddenly understood his intentions back then. He thought that this absurd feeling had slowly faded away with the growth of time.However, at the moment when he heard the news of Xu Ziyi's death, he realized that day after day, year after year, this demonic feeling just quietly put away its domineering minions, like endless vines, and took advantage of his self-deception. After that, it had already crawled all over his heart, and by the way, rooted deeply into it.

Surprised that lovesickness is not revealed, it turns out that it is only because it is already deep in the bone.

The perpetrator, Xu Ziyi, didn't care about killing or burying him, then his head sank, he fell onto the table, and fell asleep.So I can't see at all what Xin Yizhuan's expression is at this moment.

The thin hand gently stroked Xu Ziyi's sleeping face, and the tears reflected the warm candlelight. Xin Yizhuan's eyes were covered with boundless tenderness and grievances, and he stared intently at the sleeping man. After a long time, his face bloomed. Laughing with tears of joy—it turns out that this is really not a dream.

Although there are still many doubts in my heart, this time, I don't want to miss it again.