Brewmaster

On the lantern paper is a line drawing of a beauty, only the vermilion that seems to be inadvertently applied to the beauty's lips stands out on the dim yellow oil paper.

Beside the beauty was written a line of small characters - Yu Lanshan, and the year, month and season were written beside it, which was too blurry to read clearly.

——Yu Lanshan.

It is also heard in the words of the people in the city, it is the name of the proprietress.

The rain is gurgling outside the curtain, and spring is waning.

It's not a good name, but it suits the proprietress.Leaving aside the skin that still shows some of the beauty when he was young, he forced a calm appearance, but the inside that was inadvertently revealed was already disheartened and dying.

Luo Zhonghan and Yu Lanshan used to be a good story in this city.

Love each other, raise eyebrows... It seems that no matter how beautiful words are, they can't describe this heaven-sent marriage.

But that was just once.

Looking at the oiled paper lantern, one can tell that Luo Zhonghan died in the hands of Uncle Huan, and now only Yu Lanshan is left of the former pair of talented men and beautiful women.

Also in decline.

……

Shi Mu waved his hand, and the water mirror in front of the two of them scattered in the air.Shi Mu fell back on the bed and covered his eyes with his arms.

Speechless for a while.

"I..." After a while, Shimu said, his voice a little hoarse, "It shouldn't be affected."

Immortals should be cold-hearted, so they can stand aside because of their ruthlessness.

Therefore, even though mortals have eight sufferings in their lives, and hate and hate parting, they have not seen any mortals come back to life because of some immortal who has the ability to move mountains and seas, or turn the world around.

The Buddha said: All living beings cross by themselves.

It's just a cold eye to see through.

So Shi Mu said he shouldn't be affected.

——Just originally.

Shi Mu moved his arm away: "But ah..." Shi Mu continued, "I can't bear it now, or rather—sympathy."

Sympathy——The golden and jade marriages are separated from life to life, and the fateful mandarin ducks are separated from each other.

Shi Mu paused, and said the last sentence like a final word: "It's really novel."

From Shi Mu's words, he couldn't hear his thoughts, or, even Shi Mu himself didn't know what he was thinking.

Shi Mu seemed a little at a loss as if he had suddenly come into contact with a new field.

Huarong smiled.

Shi Mu looked over subconsciously.

"Isn't it a good thing?"

"Ok?"

"Ordinary people don't stop at the superficial joys, anger, sorrows and joys. Love, resentment, ignorance, and hatred are always deep. This is probably the variable and vitality left by the way of heaven for mortals. Even immortals can't match it," Huarong rubbed Shi Mu's hair still had the touch of clear water that is unique to immortals, and he continued, "Maybe you didn't realize it yourself, Shi Mu. You will be happy and sullen, but in the end you won't care about anyone, even me. It's not because you haven't been really offended, it's just because you are a fairy with a natural nature."

Huarong stopped after saying this.

Shi Mu didn't continue to ask, but because of Huarong's words, he also calmed down and remembered the previous things.

——At the first meeting, Shi Shimu pretended to be sullen, but in the end he let go of the stubborn mortal in front of him. It's not that he is magnanimous. According to Huarong's words, it's just that he doesn't have the anger that mortals have when he is offended.

——No one can make an exception in front of him.

Shi Mu himself didn't realize it, but Hua Rong saw it clearly.

But he changed anyway.

To actually sympathize with mortals...

Since Huarong can see Shi Mu's nature, she can naturally see Shi Mu's changes.

——Starting from the deepening love, the love for Huarong.

But in Hua Rong's view, this is not enough.

He is aware of his greed, but does nothing about it.

——That was greed only for Shi Mu, and he was willing.

What Huarong wants is not superficial or deepening affection, what he wants is penetrating, and what he wants is Shi Mu who really has only him in his heart and eyes.

Just like him to Shi Mu.

Fortunately, without Shi Mu himself realizing it, he has changed.What Huarong has to do is to help Shi Mu finally uncover this layer of cloth.

So that Shi Mu can understand Huarong's greed.

So that Huarong can enjoy Shi Mu's greed for him.

"You are becoming more and more like a mortal now, so can I think that - there is a mortal living in your heart, influencing you from the bottom of your heart, making you like him." Huarong bent down and stared at Shi Mu, The eyes are black and white, like a hunter who has been waiting in the snow for a long time, staring at the prey that has fallen into the trap.

"Then can you tell me, who is that person? Shi Mu."

Huarong's voice is deep and sexy, luring his prey into the abyss together.

The sound rang in his ears, and Shi Mu was in a trance for a while.

Shi Mu pushed Hua Rong to sit up, smoothed the wrinkles on the sleeves and laughed softly.

Huarong still doesn't know why Shi Mu is laughing.

"You really... are asking questions knowingly." Shi Mu began to rub his clothes and said, answering Huarong's question implicitly.

"Is that why you want me to say it?" Shi Mu raised his eyebrows slightly and smiled interestingly, "Or are you just so unconfident that you are worried that you won't get the answer you want."

Hua Rong didn't know how to react for a moment.

Is it possible to admit that even regardless of the timing, he probably wouldn't express his thoughts, because he was afraid that Shi Mu was still that high-ranking immortal in his bones, with a cold face and a cold heart.

It's just that Shi Mu's sudden sympathy and the subsequent confusion made him flustered for no reason. After all, Shi Mu's reaction was as if he had never experienced such mortal emotions.

That's why Huarong said those words to Shi Mu, in order to let Shi Mu see clearly, and let herself see clearly.Even if the result may not be as he hoped.

It's just that, how could he say it.

Seeing that Huarong didn't speak, Shi Mu held him down on the bed.

The postures of the two were reversed, Shi Mu was condescending, and they smiled brightly.

Immortals will not let the aura of mortals overwhelm them.

"It doesn't matter if you don't say it, then I'll continue." Just like Huarong did to Shi Mu, Shi Mu looked directly into Huarong's eyes, as if only in this way could Huarong be convinced.Shi Mu said, "You think you have seen me clearly, and you have to jump to conclusions in a hurry, isn't it a bit arbitrary?"

Shi Mu's eyes were filled with red light, as if something was about to overflow.

"You think I'm an immortal, and I only have superficial joy, but you underestimate an immortal, and you underestimate me too." Shi Mu's strands of hair slid down from his shoulders and hung down to Huarong's chest.Shi Mu picked up this lock of hair and twirled it around his fingertips, and continued, "The nature is natural...it is true. Because the immortal represents the way of heaven, naturally the law of the way of heaven is the most clear. There are causes and effects in the world, and some people forge this cause." Someone needs to bear the consequences. It is precisely because of this that I promised not to interfere in your affairs, because you may not be willing to bear the consequences because I have caused the consequences. The fact is also the same. I said that I wanted you to accompany me for a hundred years, but you refused, didn’t you? Shi Mu breathed out, "What's more, the person who tied the bell is needed to untie the bell. Naturally, this karma should be ended by yourself. I won't force your choice and freedom. Otherwise, you think I'm so easy to talk to? Just two sweet words made me rested."

"So you know—it's useless to sympathize with immortals, and no immortal will casually intervene in ordinary people's affairs because of sympathy—the result is that few immortals have this kind of heart."

"In the end, you didn't deny it, didn't you? You are also a fairy," Huarong stretched out her hand and pinned Shi Mu's hair behind Shi Mu's ear, "seeing through it coldly, it's natural to be ruthless."

"Yes and no." Shi Mu shook his head and said, "For me, sympathy is indeed useless, but this is not unique to immortals, isn't it? Because you, Huarong, the son of the devil, don't have much sympathy either. Heart."

Huarong couldn't deny it.

People who run around and are used to seeing the warmth and coldness of human relationships, even if they know that people are kind and know how to be grateful, how can they have such a fragile mind of sympathy.

The rivers and lakes are dangerous, and such feelings cannot guarantee that people will live well.

In fact, Huarong's indifference was even worse than that of Shi Mu, at least compared to Yu Lanshan, his mood did not fluctuate at all.

However, when we meet by chance, everyone has their own difficulties. Instead of sympathizing with others, it is better to think about what to do in the future.

Huarong nodded: "So what."

Shi Mu smiled: "What you want to ask me is not the same thing as sympathy. I can tell you now that there are still exceptions in the eyes of immortals, and the exceptions in my eyes are right in front of my eyes."

Besides Huarong, who else is there in front of Shi Mu?

"I can clearly distinguish sympathy and love. It's you who confuse them. Who can't see clearly?" Shi Mu said so, and the momentum that lasted for a long time finally dissipated, and he couldn't help but want to blush, " I don't need sympathy..."

"Lovely, it cuts to the bone." Shi Mu buried his face on Huarong's shoulder, the temperature on his cheek seemed to burn through Huarong's clothes to the skin, Shi Mu's voice sounded, weak but clear, "Then now Is it your turn, tell me, what makes you confused again, Huarong."

Shi Mu said it seriously, what else is Huarong not clear about.

His cautiousness is nothing but mediocrity.

He was too self-righteous, how could he know that Shi Mu himself was clear about things, but his beautiful face never saw clearly.

After all, Shi Mu is a fairy.

Huarong was relieved in an instant, so that the deepest affection was about to overwhelm him.

With the movement of Shi Mu leaning on his shoulder, Huarong's hand caressed Shi Mu's back, even the palm of his hand was a little hot.Huarong said: "I'm so stupid..."

As Huarong said that, she felt that Shi Mu was still nodding seriously.

Huarong laughed.

He stroked Shi Mu's back again, like stroking a cat, and said, "Did I tell you, Shi Mu..."

"I love you."

Shi Mu didn't reply.

After a long time, Shi Mu's voice came out muffled: "This is the first time."

Shi Mu paused for a moment, then continued: "I too... love you the most, Hua Rong."

I always feel... the temperature on the shoulders is high again.

Thinking of this, Hua Rong couldn't help but want to see Shi Mu's expression.