Longo Narcissus

01 Critically ill

Three years have passed since the day when the sun and the moon were shining together.

Spring flowers and autumn moon, summer lotus and winter snow, the four seasons alternate throughout the year, and each season arrives as promised.However, spring is still spring, but there is no such lively figure on the peach blossom tree.The past has also been lingering in the spring water, gradually turning into loneliness and gurgling.

The wind in March passed by, but there was no smoke and clouds flowing, only peach blossoms flying like clouds, like light clouds blowing away, overlapping pieces, petals interlaced, forming groups among the crowd, dancing with the wind, flying Heading towards the bridge head, it fell into the running water under the bridge and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

Fu Chengxun stood by the bridge where he parted from Chu Yu, watching the peach blossoms flying by the bank, his back was lonely, but his slightly squinted eyes suddenly widened in an instant.He saw a mass of white dotted with plum blossoms falling from the sky.

As the white approached, Fu Chengxun realized that the mass of white was a person in white clothes.And those red plums dotted are the blood that has not yet dried up.

During the rapid fall, Ye Zun woke up in a daze from the coma of being severely injured.Almost reflexively, he activated his ability, trying to stop the fatal fall.However, the energy system that had been disordered before coma could not be used by him at all except for harming him.In the end, his hard work only resulted in a short pause of a few seconds.

However, these few seconds are enough - he won't be thrown to death.

Fu Chengxun rubbed his eyes, wondering if he was thinking too much and was haunted.However, looking again, he found that the person who was still in the air just now had continued to fall, and the white robe was rattling during the fall.He was sure he wasn't dreaming.

Ye Zun's body fell straight from the air, and hit the peach tree without any aesthetic feeling, breaking a few thick branches and knocking down the peach blossoms all over the ground, making a series of crackling sounds, which attracted many people to stop and explore. .

Discussion gradually started.

Fu Chengxun ran over to the man in white long before he landed, trying to catch the man in white with both hands.It's a pity that his speed couldn't catch up with the falling speed of the man in white.

"How are you?" Fu Chengxun was at a loss.He saw that the corner of the mouth of the person lying on the ground kept bleeding, as if he had suffered a serious internal injury.

Ye Zun slightly turned his face to look at Fu Chengxun who was speaking, and raised one hand tremblingly.His instinct is to devour people's life energy to heal injuries.However, before he raised his hand in the air, before the power was activated, he felt a warmth flowing from his weak palm through his arm, into his heart, and then warmed his whole body along with the flow of blood.This warm temperature was like a special ability to restrain him, making him unable to move.

"You—" Qi and blood suddenly surged up, and Ye Zun was blocked by the blood he suddenly coughed up.

The appearance of Ye Zun coughing up blood is a kind of beauty different from that of Xizi holding his heart.The corners of his eyes and eyebrows were picturesque, and the bloody scars on his forehead were like diamond-shaped cinnabar deliberately embellished, bloody, but with a fierce and tragic beauty.

Fu Chengxun's heart skipped a beat for no reason, and he almost had a heart attack.Fortunately, he survived the sudden constriction of his heart, and he did not forget to ask passers-by for help, and sent someone to call for a doctor.As for himself, he could do nothing except hold the hand of the man in white and stop him from moving around.

Ye Zun fainted from the anger of the sudden grab of his hand. In 1 years, except for his brother, he has never been caught like this.When he recovers, we must settle accounts with this person.

02 care

The man who descended from the sky had picturesque features, lying on the ground paved with peach blossoms, he naturally created a picture of a drunken beauty lying in peach blossoms.However, the smudged blood color turned the breathtakingly beautiful picture into a shocking bloody scene.Fu Chengxun may not have realized that he was holding his hand a little hard, he only realized that this person in front of him was the most beautiful person he had ever seen in his life, and he did not want any accident to this person.

The old doctor invited by the passers-by was out of breath, rolled over the wounded's eyelids, checked the wounded's pulse, and then panted heavily and declared that the wounded would not survive.

Fu Chengxun asked in disbelief: "Doctor, are you sure?"

The old doctor wiped the sweat from his forehead, his eyebrows twitched, and his beard trembled slightly, as if he couldn't lift it up in one breath.

Fu Chengxun was stunned for a long time before the old doctor calmed down and said loudly: "Is my signboard for decades still cheating on you? This person has a serious loss of blood and blood, hurting the five internal organs, and it is a sign that the oil is exhausted and the lamp is dying. According to the old man Look, the gods are hard to save. The century-old ginseng can only hold him for a while."

"The oil is running out?" Fu Chengxun didn't believe it no matter what.That man looked so young, how could he run out of oil and burn out? "Doctor, take a closer look, he is so young, he won't." Fu Chengxun seemed to be talking in his sleep, and he was in a daze, as if he had lost his soul.

The old doctor's anger due to the young master's distrust gradually subsided.He has practiced medicine all his life, and he has seen countless life and death. He only treats the injured young man and Fu Chengxun as a pair of brothers with deep friendship, and he can't accept the reality of death.Thinking of this, the old doctor kindly said: "Little brother, with this kind of injury, he might wake up before he leaves. If you have anything to say, do it as soon as possible."

Fu Chengxun looked at the gray-bearded old doctor without blinking. His good upbringing made him resist his rude behavior.His eyes were red, he bowed his hands to the doctor with his face turned sideways, and then took out some broken silver, stuffed it into the doctor's hands without saying a word, carefully picked up the person on the ground, and tried not to hurt him... He didn't believe in the huge Chang'an There is no genius doctor in the city.

……

In the eyes of Fu Chengxun and the doctors, the young man in white was in a deep coma and it was difficult to wake him up.However, from Ye Zun's point of view, he is very sober.He recalled his whole life—from the departure of his parents, to being dependent on his elder brother, to being separated from his elder brother, from the days of being separated to the unexpected reunion, from the 1 years of being sealed in Tianzhu, to the short time when he broke out of the seal... His life is as long as 1 years.But the truly meaningful days are so short.

Everyone's life will gradually pass away, but the unforgettable memory will always be young and will never fade.Ye Zun knew that he had taken many detours and done many wrong things.These detours, these wrong things condense into little by little memories, like flowers blooming in spring, withering in his deliberate forgetting, but blooming again in his nostalgia.He wanted to forget, but he didn't want to forget either.

The elder brother in my mind is always the most beautiful.Ye Zun looked at his brother with a faint smile on his lips.He asked: "Brother, did you forgive me for taking me home?"

Brother smiled and nodded.

Ye Zun seemed to be able to hear his elder brother saying in a loving and doting voice: "You are my younger brother, I won't blame you for what you do. Come home with me, younger brother."

Even though it was in my own imagination, my brother's shallow gentleness warmed the whole world like the spring breeze that melted the last flake of snow.

However, imagination is imagination after all.He hasn't had a good talk with his brother yet, saying that he doesn't really want to hurt his brother...

It's impossible for my brother to come back...

A drop of tear overflowed the tightly closed eyes, and slipped from the corner of the eyes between the hair, leaving a shallow water mark.This water mark happened to fall into the eyes of Fu Chengxun, who was taking care of Ye Zun in his clothes, like a stream, flowing silently to Fu Chengxun's heart.

The author has something to say: This is the first fanfic I wrote when I first entered the pit, and it was first updated on the old Ford. Think about it or put it together.