Bodhi rain falls

Ati really didn't expect that Chu Yi would be so heaven-defying.

On the first snow in early winter, the north wind swept across the treetops, blowing off a layer of hoarfrost, which fell silently to the ground.

Beside the bed, the old man with beard and hair as silver as snow was sitting quietly beside him, with his thin hands lightly covering the back of the man's hands.

"It's ironic." Ati laughed.

It was clearly his lover who was 15 years older than him, but at this moment he was sitting by the bed, spending his last moments with him.

Ye Ti is really too old. From being born into a family of petty officials to studying medicine in Beijing, from entering the palace to accompanying him on the battlefield, a generation of famous doctors, even his apprentices have all become famous and talented.

He has lived long enough, so long that he has no regrets, but there is Chu Yi who can endure more than him, and has almost become an old monster by his bedside.

"I'm afraid I'm going to lose my bet with you."

Artie raised her hand with difficulty: "I still haven't exhausted you."

Chu Yi put Ye Ti's hand into his palm, leaned down and turned his face to the side, warming the coldness with his cheek.

"Recently... I've been in a trance... always dreaming about you when you were a child."

"I dreamed of you...slim and small, under the bodhi tree, practicing sword alone...reading alone."

"It's ridiculous, I'm clearly younger than you, but that picture...is so familiar and real."

Chu Yi remained silent, letting the cold hands slowly rub against his face.

"You said... If I leave, will you be so lonely?"

"No." Chu Yi stared at those still clear pupils, "No, I'll be here soon."

Ati laughed, clenched his hand, and stood up with the last of her strength.

Chu Yi hugged him into his arms.

Ati looked at him with a smile on his brows.

"Okay, I'll wait for you."

Then, as if he was sleepy, he nestled into Chu Yi's arms for a while, and closed his eyes.

A long silence.

Chu Yi hugged him and sat for a long time until the body in his arms turned completely cold.

Just like when he was 15 years old, that person did the same, leaving with a smile in Chu Yi's arms.

Only this time, they have stayed together forever.

A cloudy tear rolled down the corner of the old man's eyes, Chu Yi lowered his head tremblingly, and pressed a kiss on his forehead.

"Sweet dreams, Artie"

A generation of genius doctors passed away, and the whole country mourned.

And what changed at the same time was Chu Yi, Duke of Zhen.

The man who fought with the Supreme Emperor, the God of War galloping on the battlefield, the myth of the previous generation.

Although he is getting old, he still supports the entire dynasty like a needle in his heart.

It was rumored in the world that General Chu would not grow old, at an age when all his peers were wrinkled, Chu Yi was still in his twenties, as if time had given him all the gifts.

But now, in the whole country, although Zhen Guogong is the oldest old man, people who know him say that although his beard and hair are completely white, General Chu's eyes are always shining, as if he has never aged.

However, after the sky was full of snow that day, with the death of the divine doctor, the frozen time finally began to flow on Zhen Guogong.

Those deep eyes began to become cloudy, and he leaned against the coffin like a real old man, looking dully and dull at the mourners, his eyes filled with desolation that couldn't be contained.

Duke Zhen was old at last. After the heavy snowfall, he resigned from all his official positions, sold his mansion in the capital, and retired to the mountains.

Rejecting the emperor's generous burial, Chu Yi carried Ye Ti's ashes back to the countryside, built a tomb under the withered bodhi tree, and placed him here.

In the spring of the second year, when the first ray of spring breeze blew the earth, General Chu also passed away.

The personal servant finally found him under the bodhi tree.

He tilted his head against the withered tree trunk, resting his hand lightly on the tombstone,

It was as if someone held the hand in the end, comfortable and satisfied.

The emperor traveled thousands of miles and came to preside over the funeral in person, following his last wish, to bury the two together.

The earth rejuvenates, when all things are revived——

An emerald green seedling slowly emerges from the ground beside the withered linden tree.