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Xiao Yisheng was "taken care of" by the people in the mansion before he was born. If it wasn't for his fate, he wouldn't be able to see the world.

His mother is the only female gentleman in the town, she is as good as smoke, proficient in all kinds of piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, she is a well-educated woman.

In Xiao Yisheng's dark memories, the only warm corners are his mother's gentle smile on her elegant and picturesque face and her arms that always carry a faint fragrance of ink.

People in the world say that the word intercede is mostly entangled with the word "obsession", and Zhen Ruyan is not the same. She has admiration for Xiao Qiming, and what she sends out is not only a heart, but also a life.

Xiao Yisheng's fate was ill-fated. He was a loner at home. When he was five years old, he was pushed into a pond. On a cold winter day, his cotton-padded clothes were soaked in cold water, and his body kept sinking. At that moment, his desire to survive was far away. Much more than expected.

When she was eight years old, Zhen Ruyan was locked up, saying that she was suffering from leprosy, Xiao Yisheng desperately scratched at the door with his nails, his skin was torn apart.

From then on, Xiao Yisheng got sick. He became taciturn and thin. His slender eyes were unmovable. The people in the house didn't like him. He hid like something dirty and said it behind his back. A lot of bad words.

Xiao Yisheng's second brother, Xiao He, made trouble for him in the dark and in the dark, more than once, he caught Xiao He staring at his hand with disgust.

Not long after, his hands were festered, his fingers connected to his heart, and he twitched in pain. Xiao Yisheng laughed and shrank to the ground in embarrassment, with snot and tears all over his face, but the coldness in his eyes became more and more cold. appalling.

He thought, if the sky really wanted his life, he would give it up and turn into a ghost to claim the lives of those people.

Perhaps life should not be terminated, there was a catastrophe in the house, the assassin who broke in that night hid in Xiao Yisheng's room, no one knew about it.

"You want his life?"

"I'll help you."

The man was a middle-aged man, and he grinned grimly, "Xiaowa, do you think he's singing?"

"You are poisoned. If I wanted to harm you, I would have called someone when you were close to the small courtyard." Xiao Yisheng raised his eyes, everything was blurred in the candlelight, "Compared to knowing him directly with a knife, I miss you I would prefer to watch him struggle in despair, and his son will personally send him to hell."

"How about it? Do you want to bet with me?"

Xiao Yisheng firmly grasped that slim hope, he used ten times and a hundred times more effort than others to acquire martial arts.

He wanted revenge, he had to.

If he hadn't met that boy, his wife, he would have lived in a dirty and smelly swamp all his life, sinking deeper and deeper until he was completely submerged.

In fact, he doesn't remember the first meeting at all, that sentence was just a temptation, and who knows, some things cannot be controlled by reason after all.

The young man possesses a calmness and austerity that are different from ordinary people, and his mind is extremely sharp. He will never know what the other party is thinking. This feeling is not good.

Either destroy it completely, or keep it for himself, Xiao Yisheng pinched the boy's slender neck with his hand, as long as he moved it lightly, it would soon become cold, but he suddenly changed his mind.

It's time to close the net for the next game. To prevent accidental complications, he needs a pawn, and this one is the most suitable one.

In a game, he was the person behind the scene and also the operator, but he misjudged the chess piece. The young man leaned against the window to read a book, the sun was shining down, his brows were like black ink, Xiao Yisheng just watched quietly, for a long time, Will be lost in thought.

Maybe his gaze forgot to restrain himself, the young man noticed it, and moved his eyes from the book. Through a half-open wooden window, the two looked at each other indifferently. The young man slowly raised the corners of his lips and smiled.

At that moment, Xiao Yisheng's heart skipped a beat.

The moment when he really possessed the boy, Xiao Yisheng felt that he had obtained the warm sunshine that he could not even think about before.

Xiao Yisheng also gradually understood what is the love word that missed his mother's life.

It is a kind of poison, and you will touch it knowing that you have no solution.

The chess game arranged ended up being a dead game, not a single damn thing was missed, Xiao Yisheng used a fire to burn down the Xiao Mansion, including his past.

He brought the boy to the south of the Yangtze River. Before everything could start, God made a hole in his heart. All the longing and tranquility were broken. Xiao Yisheng's heart was filled with hatred. He hated God, and the whole People lost weight.

The world is so big, but there is no prescription that can heal the young man. For a while, Xiao Yisheng didn't live like a human being. If he didn't breathe, anyone who saw it would think he came from the underworld.

Xiao Yisheng is not reconciled, his happiness has just been captured, and the future he has spent all his time planning has not yet come true.

Running from city to city, even remote villages, Xiao Yisheng went crazy. If the young man hadn't forcibly stopped him, he might have died in advance because he didn't eat, drink or sleep.

Some people don't believe in fate, so they tried it, but they were beaten to death, and in the end they were still helpless.

One night the boy lay in his arms and said, "Yisheng, I want to go home."

Xiao Yisheng lowered his head and kissed his palm, "Okay, I'll take you home."

On the second day, Xiao Yisheng took the boy back to Danyang, back to the home that belonged to the two of them.

No one mentioned the matter of seeking a doctor again, Xiao Yisheng would go down the mountain every day, and when he came back, he hid the disappointment on his face before appearing in front of the boy.

"Yisheng, I seem to smell the aroma of shortbread."

The boy on the bed lifted his half-closed eyelids, and with a smile on his face, Xiao Yisheng took out an oiled paper bag from his arms, spread it out, and there were two pieces of cake inside, he took one and broke it a little to feed the boy.

"I don't know how the craftsmanship is like here? Is the taste salty or not, and the noodles are spread evenly..."

"It's delicious." The young man's appetite improved for a rare occasion, and he ate one and a half shortbread pancakes. That day, Xiao Yisheng always had a smile on his face.

Sometimes the young man would go down the mountain with Xiao Yisheng, he was fishing by the river with a fishing rod, and the other party was reading a book next to him, and occasionally when he was looking good, he would single out a certain problem and communicate, and then time would pass unknowingly The two of them stayed until dark, but they didn't catch a fish, and instead they talked dryly.

The boy is his wife and his only confidant.

In April, Xiao Yisheng strolled in the mountains with him on his back. The large peach trees were planted by them one by one. Now the flowers are blooming beautifully, but there is an indelible sense of sadness.

Putting the boy under the tree, Xiao Yisheng sat beside him, letting him lean against him.

The petals fluttered with the breeze, no matter how long they stayed in the air, they would eventually fall down, Xiao Yisheng stroked the boy's hair, he didn't know what expression he had on his face.

"Yisheng, why are you crying?"

Xiao Yisheng was slightly taken aback by the voice in his ear, and then he buried his face in the boy's neck and smiled softly, it turned out that he could cry too.

The life is as plain as water, the boy has grown into a young man, he is so thin that he can't even walk, the only thing that hasn't changed is the look in his eyes.

Birth, old age, sickness and death are endings that no one can escape, but Xiao Yisheng saw that there was no trace of resistance or fear in the young man's eyes, but instead he was calm even he couldn't achieve it, and sometimes the other party would even comfort him in turn.

"Yisheng, you haven't hugged me for 460 days." The young man pursed his bloodless lips, and a faint smile appeared on his dead gray face, "I miss you very much."

Xiao Yisheng shook his body, and slowly leaned over to kiss his instep, cautiously, the corners of his drooping eyes turned red, and a drop of warm tears fell down.

That night, the wooden bed made a slight sound, accompanied by panting.

On this day, Xiao Yisheng met a Taoist priest, who revealed the biggest secret in his heart, and one sentence made him lose his ability to think for the first time.

It's just one-sided words, there is no reason to believe it, and it is even more impossible to believe it with his cautious character, but Xiao Yisheng just believed it.

Every night while the young man was asleep, Xiao Yisheng injected his true energy into him, Xiao Yisheng knew that the young man had only one breath left hanging there, and it would die at any time, the longest would not be more than three days.

If the young man dies, he will definitely not survive, but if he follows the Taoist method and the young man can escape the catastrophe, then even if he dies, he still wins the round.

When the red-hot tip of the knife pierced his heart and cut off the piece of flesh, Xiao Yisheng swallowed the pill given by the Taoist priest, and sealed several acupuncture points on his body.

After doing all of this, he felt a hole in his heart. It didn't hurt, but when he put his hand on it, there was no movement. He stared at the porridge in his hand, until the corners of his lips slowly curled up, and he walked in with the porridge. in the room.

After eating the porridge, the young man was in a trance, as if he was tired, his eyes slowly closed, but they suddenly opened again, he grabbed his hand, his face was almost skinny, "Yisheng, where are you going?"

Patting the back of the young man's thin hand, Xiao Yisheng was laughing, coaxing softly, "I'll go down the mountain to buy fish, and I'll make fish soup for you at noon."

The young man looked at him, and just when the smile on his lips could no longer be maintained, the other party finally fell asleep weakly.

Not long after, the door opened with a creak, and the people who were supposed to go down the mountain turned back, and the silence in the room lasted for a long time.

"I heard that after going down to the underworld, you have to cross the Wangchuan River, walk on the Naihe Bridge, drink Meng Po soup, and forget your past life, madam, but I can't forget you." Xiao Yisheng caressed the young man's outline, bit by bit Tracing on the fingertips, over and over again, as if to be engraved in the soul, "When I go there, I will sit by the Wangchuan River and wait for you, 50 years, 60 years or 70 years, I will wait for you there .”

The slightly cool lips trembled and imprinted on it, greedily touching the warmth, Xiao Yisheng hooked the corner of his lips, "I love you."

Xiao Yisheng didn't know whether he was dead or not. This feeling was very strange. He came to the river in a daze, opened his eyes to look into the distance, but couldn't see anything. He didn't know who came and said something. He wanted to speak, but It seems to have lost the ability to respond.

Xu Shi suddenly woke up, the supportive thoughts finally broke, Xiao Yisheng closed his eyes, and a line of tears slid down his cheeks.

Ten years was just a dream, but he didn't want to wake up.

I don't know how long it took, a young man stumbled over from a distance, his body swayed, and he knelt down lonely, trying his best to hug the already cold and stiff man, his voice choked out of shape.

"Yisheng, you're home."

Suddenly, there was a strong wind blowing by the river, and the mournful cries lingered for a long time, and seemed to be mixed with a sigh, as if to say, "Ma'am, let's go home."