This sleeve is broken secretly

After sending Li Chenfu away, Shen Jue called the jailer, gave him some money, and asked him to bring a pen and ink and a few pieces of letter paper.

Holding a pen and standing under the lamp, dipping in the ink and unfolding the scroll, Shen Tie stared at the letter paper for a long time, unable to write for a long time.

What should he say to Xie Jin?

In fact, there are too many things to say.

Shen Bing wanted to tell him that the matter had come to an end, the two of them were grateful for everything in the past, and there was no need to hold grudges when they parted, and if they could get together well, they would not feel resentful when they thought of the beautiful company they used to be together in the future.

Shen Yan took a slight breath, and wrote in ink: "Let him, I sigh in every possible way, beyond words. The matter has come to this point, I hope you cherish it yourself. I never blamed you, so..."

But his pen trembled and stopped, and the ink blotted out an ugly black spot on the word "Yi", as if mocking his duplicity.

Don't blame him?

But how can I not blame him.

Shen Bing closed his eyes, as if he had returned to that evening when there was drizzle, he stood under the dripping banana tree outside Xie Gong's room, listening to the voices in the room, and fell into the cold pool from then on.

He wanted to grab Xie Ling by the collar and question Xie Ling: So in your eyes, I will always be "cold", and you will always be "expensive"?You clearly told me that you would help me to achieve this beautiful land, but why did you say that I don't understand you and that there is a distinction between us when we have differences in political views?

That day when the white elephant paraded through the streets and glanced at it; the grassland looked at the sun and stood side by side. Could it be that what you said at that time was all false?

Could it be that you made up lies just to coax me into sinking?

Do you really know Xie's plan in the matter of getting married?What role did you play in this matter?Whenever you hug me to sleep and see me lying unsuspecting beside you, don't you look like a clown?

As if his throat and heart were entangled by iron wires, Shen Bing grabbed the letter paper just now uncontrollably, crumpled it into a ball with trembling hands and threw it on the ground.He spread out a piece of paper again, quickly retouched his pen and wrote: "Let me, now I know the whole truth, you, Xie, abandoned the face of the country for your own self-interest, and ignored the hard work of the soldiers, which really makes me angry and contemptuous! This is what you call 'dividing the poor and the noble', then I, Shen Yi, might as well break up with you—"

Cut off seats.

However, every stroke of the word "Jiao" is so heavy, as if a thousand catty weight weighs down on his pen, making his wrist tremble so much that it is almost difficult to hold the pen.

Because the young man in his memory was smiling at him.

Xie Ling, who was standing under the imperial list, looked at him with a flamboyant and idle smile on the corner of his mouth.The young man who has just been nominated on the gold list is wearing the glory of the rising sun and the attention of everyone, but he doesn't care about the countless pairs of eyes around him. He just raises his eyebrows and smiles at him across the turbulent crowd;

Xie Rangzhi in the Qingfeng Pool Pavilion stared at him in the dark.Outside the window is the hub garden with moonlight like water and thousands of mountains and snow at dusk. Inside the house are their entangled clothes and hair, just like the branches of a thousand-year-old tree and ancient vines.The young man's eyes are sentimental and gentle, his smile is like the last blaze of fire in the winter, he leans against the blaze, and then he hears his sinking heartbeat;

Rang Zhi in front of the Nanshan Forest God Statue was also watching him quietly.In the night, fireflies like sea waves rest on his shoulders. He seems to be an underwater elf coming from the waves, floating on the surface of the sea just to go to the lover who was born on the shore for a while.At that time, there were slight wrinkles between the brows of the young man, and there was a little worry and uneasiness in his eyes, but he still stared at him with a smile, gentle and indomitable.

Those eyes are bright and black, like adamantine quenched in a raging fire, dancing with the fierce color of a child all the time.

Those eyes, passing through six years like tides, looked at him silently and lovingly.

let it...

At some point, Shen Bing's eyes were blurred.When he raised his head and closed his eyes, tears rolled down his cheeks uncontrollably and silently.

In the past few years, Songhai has undergone numerous changes.Panasonic's lover's words, the cool wind blows and it disperses.

He couldn't forgive, but he couldn't resent either.Only the pain of self-pity and self-pity dragged him into the bottomless cold pool, suffocating him in the turbulent tide of memories and reality.

Let it... let it.

How wonderful it would be if they were the bright moon of Jianglou.North and south, east and west, north and south, east and west, only follow each other without separation.

But I hate that although they are the bright moon in Jianglou, they are temporarily full and repay the loss, and the temporary full is repaying the loss, and the long-term hatred becomes memory when there is nothing left.