big master, big liar

In the middle of the night, there was silence in Zhaixing Pavilion, only Song Xuan's room was lit with candles.

Song Xuan was packing the package under the lamp, and the younger of the two sisters asked curiously, "Why do you want to leave, sir?"

Song Xuan hesitated for a moment, and finally laughed at himself: "Probably want to escape."

In fact, what Ji Hui said was not wrong, he really wanted to escape.

He has long been used to holding his own secrets and wandering around alone. Only in the warmth and strangeness of this market can he feel a little bit of security.

The more people approached, the more he was afraid of losing, the hotter he was, the more he was afraid of the coldness after the heat.

If you don't accept it, you won't be betrayed, if you don't change, you won't be disappointed.

He seems to be unrestrained and unrestrained, but he is just a floating island, afraid of restraint, attention, all temperature, and also afraid of admiration. All his fears are all his desires, and all his desires are his own. A real source of fear.

Song Xuan himself couldn't understand this point, and Fang Qiutang couldn't guess it, but Ji Hui saw through it.

This is not escape, what is it.

Song Xuan lowered his head to look at his package, which was still his luggage, necessary bank notes, three or two volumes of scriptures, scattered wound medicines, and the fortune-telling banner.

He only had these things when he came, and he didn't take much with him when he left, as if he had never experienced this before.

He sighed softly, turned his head and said, "Let's go."

"Where?"

That icy tone made Song Xuan stunned for a moment.

Without turning his head, he knew that the expected person was standing behind him.

Ji Yunxi.

Song Xuan turned around, with a little helplessness on his face: "...I'll let you know."

Ji Yunxi stood at the door against the light, only a vague figure, who seemed to be a little taller than when he first saw him, but was as thin and thin as ever.

Or how to say it is a young man, the tall one is fast.

Song Xuan was emotional for a moment, but still carried the burden on himself.

"Song Xuan, where are you going?" Ji Yunxi repeated, and walked out from the backlight with a cold expression, just like the cold and cheerless young man when they first met.

"Turn around casually." Song Xuan felt a little relieved at this moment: Ji Yunxi came and left without saying goodbye. Although it was easy, it made him feel an inexplicable sense of guilt. "Sifang City, the Northland, or the South, it's all fine."

"Are you alone?"

"one person."

"What about me?" Ji Yunxi just looked at him quietly, his expression didn't lose control at all, only his eyes were foggy, making it impossible to see his emotions: "Song Xuan, what about me?"

Song Xuan didn't dodge, his voice was very soft, which perfectly matched the moonlight shining into the room from the window: "Axi, there is no banquet that never ends."

He no longer treated Ji Yunxi as that young child and blindly coaxed and lied to him, but answered him seriously: "You have your own way to go, and I have mine—we are different people from the beginning. "

From the day when the Song family fell, Song Xuan and Ji Yunxi have already taken two completely different paths. There may be no distinction between high and low in the temple and in the market, but there is a world of difference.

Even if there is a brief encounter, it is after all two straight lines that cannot be intertwined.

"Axi, no one in this world can stay with you forever, except yourself." Song Xuan gently said the cruelest truth. "me too."

Ji Yunxi didn't speak.

He thought a lot before coming here.

He thought about preventing Song Xuan from leaving at all costs.

He even thought about destroying Song Xuan, hiding him somewhere and making him his own.

But in the end, when Song Xuan stood in front of him, he became extremely calm.

But extremely desperate.

He couldn't do anything to Song Xuan.

"Did you read the letter I gave you?" Song Xuan asked softly. "At Fang Qiutang's place."

"Look." Ji Yunxi's voice was dry and astringent.

"That's good," Song Xuan forced a smile, "Be careful."

"I know."

Ji Yunxi seemed to have come too hastily, her bun was a little loose, and a few strands of hair fell down.

Song Xuan took off the mahogany hairpin on his head, helped him tie up his hair again, fixed it, and took a step back.

"It doesn't suit you very well," Song Xuan said with a smile. "But keep it as a souvenir."

The room was too quiet, only the faint sound of the wind outside the window.

"...Then I'll take my leave first," Song Xuan gave Ji Yunxi a serious look. "Ah Xi, we will see you in the future."

With that said, Song Xuan was about to walk past Ji Yunxi.

But suddenly his wrist was clenched.

Ji Yunxi's hands were pale and thin, and when he squeezed him hard, he could see bruised and purple blood vessels.

"Don't go," Ji Yunxi said in a low voice. "Please, don't go."

Tears gushed out of his eyes drop by drop, hung on his eyelashes like beads, trickled down his cheeks, and splashed wantonly on the ground.

"I don't like you anymore," Ji Yunxi said. "I don't like you anymore, and I won't force you anymore."

"That's all we need to do."

"Song Xuan, don't go, please."

The young man's voice was hoarse, and he begged again and again, as if he was helpless to the extreme.

Song Xuan seemed to have something stuck in his throat: "Ah Xi..."

It was only one step away from the door, but Song Xuan couldn't step out no matter what.

Suddenly Ji Yunxi's voice stopped.

Song Xuan was taken aback for a moment, only to see that Ji Yunxi was still crying, but his face was pale, and he was grabbing his skirt with one hand, with cold sweat constantly breaking out from his forehead, and his body limply fell down.

Song Xuan's face immediately changed: "Axi! Axi?"

Zhu Yang outside also realized that the situation was wrong, he rushed downstairs and shouted to the palace servants outside: "Come here, come here—"

Song Xuan hurriedly took out the pill from Ji Yunxi's arms, opened Ji Yunxi's mouth and stuffed it in forcefully, wanting to ask someone to help him, he lifted Ji Yunxi to the bed, only to find that Ji Yunxi was still tightly clutching his wrist.

"Don't go..."

From Ji Yunxi's slightly trembling lips, there was such a whisper.