Slave forever

Yan Qinghe stood outside Shuzhu Residence, looking up slightly at the figure in the window.

That day he went to find Lin Duying to rescue Chu Yue, and after they broke up, he sat alone in the valley for a long time.That night, he dreamed of Qingluo.

She is a calm and quiet woman with a charming smile and beautiful eyes. She is not very glamorous, but she can make people feel very at home.The prodigal son wandering in the rivers and lakes probably yearns for such a wife most, to make people feel peaceful and peaceful.

If Qing Luo was just Qing Luo, not Qing Luo from Dark Moon Palace, or if he wasn't the master of the Holy Gate, and he didn't have a book of lies, maybe everything would be perfect.

It's a pity that if this word often means that it can't be realized or irreversible.

For so many years after Qingluo's death, Yan Qinghe had never dreamed of her. No matter how much he missed her and wanted to see her, she was always stingy and refused to dream.

Therefore, Yan Qinghe always felt that Qingluo must hate him.

Now he finally saw her, standing in front of him and smiling at him, her expression was as gentle as when she first saw her, there was no cruelty or hatred in the corners of her eyes and brows, she was still so peaceful.

Yan Qinghe called her name and reached out to touch her, but she just smiled and shook her head, made a gesture of saying goodbye to Yan Qinghe, and then walked away slowly under the umbrella in the pouring rain.

Yan Qinghe wanted to shout, but couldn't make a sound, wanted to chase, but couldn't raise his legs, and could only watch helplessly as this woman who had been entangled in love and hatred all his life gradually drifted away, until she was finally out of sight.

There is only a vast expanse of rain left in front of my eyes.

In the end, somehow, he saw Lin Duying again.Standing in a sea of ​​bamboo, looking up at the sky lonely with hands behind his back, then shaking his head at him, an ethereal voice came.

"Qinghe, I should go too."

As he spoke, he turned around and sank into a sea of ​​green, gradually disappearing.

Yan Qinghe was heartbroken, and couldn't help shouting that name out loud, "Lin Duying!" Then he woke up dripping with sweat, staring blankly at the top of his bed.

Even though it was a cool night, he was frightened into a cold sweat.

After that dream, Yan Qinghe began to wander thoughtfully outside Shuzhuju, or by the edge of the cold pool, looking at Lin Duying from afar.

Seeing that person walking, talking, laughing, drinking tea, and taking a nap, who used to always seem to be silently watching him from behind, suddenly felt a sense of strangeness.

They had known each other for many years, and it was the first time that Yan Qinghe realized that he didn't really know Lin Duying, nor did he try to understand him.

A night owl stood on a branch, making a shrill and hoarse cry.

As the dew deepened, the candles in the center of Shu Zhu Ju still hadn't been extinguished. Yan Qinghe looked at the silhouette outlined by the shadow of the lamp leaning against the window, and looked up at the moon.

How could it be... Over the past few days, Yan Qinghe has been very clear about Lin Duying's routine. At this hour, the candlelight in Shuzhuju should have been extinguished long ago.

Yan Qinghe couldn't help getting closer, the silhouette on the window became clearer, he seemed to be just leaning there casually, without moving or making a sound, he didn't know what he was doing.

The night was getting deeper and deeper, but the candles in Shu Zhuju never went out, and the figure leaning against the window did not move.

Yan Qinghe outside also refused to leave, the two figures faced each other through the window, as if they had become clay puppets, as if they were going to stand forever.

At dawn, the door of Shuzhuju finally opened. Lin Duying looked down at Yan Qinghe who was standing blankly in the grass with a blank expression. After watching for a long time, he sighed helplessly.

"Yan Qinghe, go back."

"Feng'er came back today and told me that he thinks there is something wrong with your eyesight." Yan Qinghe seemed to have not heard Lin Duying's order to chase away the guest, and when he saw that the person finally came out, he suddenly said without thinking.

Lin Duying was stunned for a moment.

"He said that if it were him, he wouldn't like a man like me unless his head was broken. In fact, I also think that I...is not very good. Lin Duying, do you regret it?"

Do you regret it?Don't think it's worth it?This question is so ridiculous, it was he who fell in love with Yan Qinghe himself, and he himself had to wait, Yan Qinghe had no obligation to respond to him.

Lin Duying shook her head, "No, I'm just tired."

Yan Qinghe walked up the steps suddenly, and stretched out his arms to hug Lin Duying. Lin Duying obviously didn't react, the warm body so close at hand was too unreal.

After a while, he stretched out his hand and hugged Yan Qinghe's back tentatively. After he felt that what he was touching was a real body and not an illusion, he suddenly tightened it tightly.

He had waited too long for this moment, so long that even the excitement faded away, instead he felt even more melancholy.

Yan Qinghe was shocked, but did not break free.

"Lin Duying, I won't lie, I may not be able to fall in love with you all at once. But I am willing to try, and slowly experience the feeling you mentioned."

"……it is good."

Winter passed from spring to spring, summer solstice turned to autumn end, and it was another year of snowy winter. Unknowingly, Yan Huaifeng and Chu Yue had lived in Ghost Valley for more than a year.

During this year, Yan Huaifeng, Leng Yin and others went to the cold pool every day, rain or shine, for 360 days, but they could only return with an empty fish basket.

At the beginning, everyone was expecting a miracle, maybe in the next hour, maybe tomorrow, maybe next month, they could catch Mingfengyu.

As time relentlessly rushed away, everyone's hope gradually turned into disappointment. In the end, no one believed that they could really catch Mingfengyu.

This also means that with each passing day, Chu Yue is getting closer and closer to death.Even though the cold poison has been alleviated a lot, even though Yan Huaifeng helps Chu Yue to relax the meridian and activate the blood and move the muscles and bones every day.

But it still couldn't stop him from becoming weaker and weaker because of his inability to exercise.At the beginning, Chu Yue would occasionally show a sad expression, but in the end he no longer struggled.

Facing Yan Huaifeng, he kept a happy expression as much as possible to make himself look less gloomy, and even comforted the other party in turn.

A strange peace began to appear between the two people. They knew in their hearts that life and death were not far ahead, and the shadow of death had always enveloped them, but they could only smile and hug each other tightly, whispering softly. As if forever and ever.

Yan Huaifeng found records of local scenery and objects from various places, and began to read them to Chu Yue tirelessly, such as the smoked willows and painted bridges in the south of the Yangtze River, the wind and wild sand in the desert, the precipitous and wonderful things in the middle of Sichuan, and the magnificent waves along the coast, he read them over and over again.

He always said Ayue, when you are well, we will go around everywhere.Chu Yue smiled and agreed.

And most of the time, they stopped talking, just stared at each other for a long time, as if looking at each other like this, they could not lose each other.

In the middle of winter, there must be no fresh herbs with dew. Lin Duying asked his staff to build a greenhouse, and transplanted some herbs that Chu Yue would use into it.

The carbon cage is smoky all day long, and even though the temperature is high enough, the herb will inevitably wilt in the absence of light or dew.

Fortunately, the water in the cold pool never freezes, although even if it does freeze, with Yan Huaifeng's temperament, he must chisel it until it is cracked, but it is better to have less trouble after all.

There was a heavy snowfall last night, and when we got up in the morning, there was a lot of snow everywhere. At a glance, it was white everywhere, and it made people dizzy after a long time.

The medicine bowl on the table exudes a bitter medicinal fragrance.

Uncovering the bandage on his left arm, Yan Huaifeng took out a small dagger, and slashed hard without hesitation on the wound on his left arm that had just begun to heal, and bright red blood burst out immediately, and fell onto the medicine along the arm. In the bowl, it disappeared in an instant.

Yan Huaifeng frowned, and suddenly slashed hard again, allowing a lot of blood to overflow from the wound, and kept falling into the bowl.

Zhai Xing opened the door and came in just in time to see this scene, and immediately covered his mouth, "Young master, what are you doing! Why did you use so much blood!"

Yan Huaifeng didn't look up at him, and threw the dagger as if nothing had happened, without bandaging it, and said calmly: "Maybe Ayue didn't get better because he used too little blood before. I'll try more."

As he said, he picked up the bowl and was about to leave. After walking two steps, he saw the blood dripping on the floor and the wound on his arm. Thinking that Chu Yue would definitely find out, he turned around and bound up a few times, and rolled up his sleeves to cover it up. .

Zhai Xing stopped in front of Yan Huaifeng, "Young master! Be sober! It's not your fault that Mr. Chu's injury is not good. Even if you bleed all the blood on his body, he won't be able to stand up!"

Yan Huaifeng looked at Zhaixing coldly, and after a while, he suddenly turned his head away and said dejectedly: "I know, I'm not crazy."

"Little Lord……"

"I just want to try it, maybe it will work, isn't that great." Yan Huaifeng said in a low voice, bypassing Zhaxing, carefully holding the medicine bowl to look at Chu Yue.

The room was very quiet. Chu Yue had gotten used to taking medicine in the morning and exercise in the evening in the past year, so he should be awake at this time.

Today there is no movement at all.

Yan Huaifeng looked into the bed suspiciously, there was a shadowy figure, he couldn't tell whether he was awake or asleep. "A Yue?" He called out and put the medicine bowl on the table.

The smell of blood in the medicine was very strong, even the color turned a little red, but now he didn't care whether Chu Yue would find this out.

Because Chu Yue didn't respond to him.

Yan Huaifeng called out again, "Ah Yue?"

Still no sound.

Yan Huaifeng was in a hurry, and stepped to the bed in three steps at a time, and lifted the curtain of the bed. Chu Yue lay there quietly, with his eyes closed, as if he was still asleep.

Yan Huaifeng's heart tightened, and he stretched out his hand cautiously, touching Chu Yue's chest, and then breathed a sigh of relief.Fortunately, although the body temperature is low, at least it is not cold, and the heart is still beating.

For a moment just now, he was really afraid that Chu Yue had not fallen asleep, but had already...

"Get up, little lazy cat, you can't pretend to be asleep if you don't want to drink medicine, huh?" Yan Huaifeng couldn't help laughing at himself and being suspicious, pinched Chu Yue's nose, and woke him up.

Chu Yue remained motionless.

"Ayue, don't pretend." Yan Huaifeng said, already faintly aware that something was wrong, Chu Yue didn't seem like someone who would make such jokes, but he obviously seemed to be asleep, why couldn't he wake up?