A certain attack stole the cabbage from Tiandi's house

The days in the Realm of Charm passed quickly, and in the blink of an eye, two years had passed.This day is the first day of December in the 28th year of Tianxiang, and Li Xuehan is 17 years old.

As the morning light dyed the night sky white, Li Xuehan sent Nangong Ling out, washed a basin of clothes by the stream, and hung them on a bamboo rack beside the house to dry.The fruit tree on the right side of the bamboo house bears small fruits, which are not ripe yet. Li Xuehan waters the vegetable garden next to the fruit tree, and then waters the narcissus in front of the house and the cherry tree behind the house.Xuelang Xiaojian nestled in the cage obediently and ate sweet potatoes. Seeing Li Xuehan walk by, she groaned a few times, and put her head on the side of the cage to let Li Xuehan stroke its furry head.

Li Xuehan saw that its ears were red and its hair had fallen out a lot. It must have been so itchy that it scratched its skin, so he took out a plaster from his bosom and applied it on it, saying, "Xiaojian, when your father comes back, we will Help you take a bath." Xuelang Xiaojian shook his head whiningly, Li Xuehan said, "Don't you want your father to wash you?" Xiaojian nodded frantically, Li Xuehan smiled and said, "Then Just wait for your father to come back, and I'll wash it for you."

Xiaojian nodded and watched Li Xuehan reluctantly pick up the broom and go into the house to clean.There is a small door at the back of the living room in the bamboo house, leading to the kitchen. As usual, Li Xuehan starts to sweep from the room on the left, then the living room, and then the kitchen.While sweeping the living room, Li Xuehan accidentally discovered that the back door of the kitchen was open, thinking that Nangong Ling forgot to close it when she went out to get water in the morning, so she didn't pay much attention.

The white porcelain vase on the green bamboo Kang table above the long couch in the living room contained a few fresh narcissus flowers. There was a sudden bump, and the bamboo wall connecting the kitchen and the living room shook, as if someone had hit it, and the white porcelain vase was shaken. , shattered to the ground with a bang.Fragments of the vase are integrated with the petals of the daffodils, giving the illusion of broken flowers.

The moment the vase fell to the ground, Li Xuehan was startled. She was so panicked that she wanted to go into the kitchen and close the back door, but she didn't dare. When she heard a "meow" from behind, she thought it was a cat, and hesitated for a moment to enter. When I saw the kitchen, I was shocked.

A stray cat passed by leisurely outside the house, Li Xuehan looked at the middle-aged man in bamboo green clothes standing by the stove in front of him, even though he had a beard and a vicissitudes on his face, Li Xuehan still recognized him.He is Zhong Xia's husband, Li Xuehan's godfather, that Zhong Yuan who beat and beat him when he was drunk!

Zhong Yuan had been missing for so long, he never expected to come back.While it was a good thing he didn't have malaria, why did he come here, and how did he know he lived here?

Li Xuehan remembered the scene where he beat him while drinking, tightly tied to the broom in his hand, and suddenly felt scared, not knowing what he would do next.Zhong Yuan closed the kitchen window like in his own home, half of his face was hidden under the shadow, after a long time, he raised his head and smiled at Li Xuehan, Li Xuehan was instantly terrified.

Zhong Yuan looked at Li Xuehan for a long time, and said with a smile: "So you are here, I have been looking for you for a long time, why don't you come to me?"

Zhong Yuan was not drunk at this time, and looked quite normal, Li Xuehan slightly relaxed his vigilance, but dared not answer.Zhong Yuan approached him step by step, and said: "Li Xuehan, is your name Li Xuehan? Why are you looking at me like this? I'm your godfather, don't you remember?"

Looking at his face close at hand, looking at his cloudy eyes full of red blood, Li Xuehan pressed her back against the bamboo wall, feeling panicked and at a loss.Zhong Yuan continued: "Why are you so afraid of me? You don't think I'm dead, do you? Everyone thinks I'm dead. This journey really scared a lot of people... In fact, I have been hiding in the basement during this time , you know the basement, that is the basement built by your parents, why don't you go find me there? I've been waiting for you, do you know?" He said getting closer, "I've been waiting for you .”

Li Xuehan has never seen the picture of her being locked up in the basement by her mother when she was a child, so she doesn't know where the basement Zhong Yuan mentioned is.I don't know if it's an illusion, but Li Xuehan always felt that when he spoke, his face became more and more gloomy, a bit like the way he used to talk when he was drunk and crazy, it was terrifying.

Zhong Yuan said in a gloomy tone: "Do you know that your godmother is dead?" Li Xuehan nodded, and Zhong Yuan said with a confused face, "So you know, then why don't you go with her?!"

He yelled in a low voice, Li Xuehan shrank her neck helplessly, a dazzling light reflected from something below, before she could react, she heard the sound of a sharp knife piercing her flesh.Li Xuehan snorted, Zhong Yuan pulled out the bloody dagger, and let him slip and fall to the ground.Zhong Yuan looked at him lying on the ground, and said with a chuckle: "They are all dead, why are you still alive? You shouldn't be alive, you shouldn't have come into this world!"

Li Xuehan didn't expect that after all these years, his godfather still hates him so much, hates him so much... I hope this knife can make him let go of his resentment... Li Xuehan doesn't blame him...

Before Zhong Yuan left, he stabbed Li Xuehan twice, one in the abdomen, one in the lungs, and the other in the heart.With tears in her eyes, Li Xuehan stared straight at his back as he left from the back door of the kitchen. When he was far away, she endured the pain all over her body and walked a few steps on the bamboo pole of the broom.

At the gate, Nangong Ling made a hundred-flower wind chime made of pistachio shells during the Chinese New Year this year, fluttering in the wind, rattling, and the little arrow outside the house smelled a strong smell of blood, rushing into the cage and biting the iron net, wanting to rush out.Looking at the sunlight outside the house, Li Xuehan felt it was dazzling, and only begged Nangong Ling not to come back so soon.

Fortunately, the bamboo house was not as big as the palace. Enduring the pain, Li Xuehan walked to the room step by step, locked the door, closed the windows, and blocked all sunlight.He lay alone on the bamboo couch, letting the blood flow continuously, continuously, continuously.

These three stabs by Zhong Yuan were hundreds of times more ruthless than the one stabbed by the imperial concubine Wei in the palace before. thinned out.Before he died, he remembered the scene of Nangong Ling rushing across the street to hold him in the heavy rain...Thinking of his embrace, his face, his kiss...Heartache and reluctance spread in his heart, nose A sour, tears fell down, submerged in the bamboo cracks.

Being able to stay with Nangong Ling in a dream for more than three years, from the most ignorant 14-year-old to the most beautiful 17-year-old, being with him is already very content.I don't know if I will return to the palace when I wake up, I don't know if there will be a chance to see him again in the future, if there is no chance, will he be very sad...

Li Xuehan snorted a few times, endured the pain and lay on his side, just like Nangong Ling held him every night, missing that cold embrace and the fireflies in the room, but he didn't want him to come back, he didn't want him See what he looks like now.The daffodils in front of the door gradually withered, and the temperature became a bit cold. Li Xuehan's trembling hands were stained with bright red blood on the bamboo couch, and he wrote a few words on the spot where Nangong Ling usually lay: Forget me, Live well.

The blood-stained hand rested on the last stroke of the word "go", Li Xuehan's eyes were closed, the spring of Daliang was over, thousands of trees and green leaves withered, flowers returned to the soil, a heavy snow fell without warning, covering the The whole country is bone-chillingly cold.