Tibetan thoughts

What a bell.

The man pinched the silver bell between his fingers and looked at it for a moment, then the corners of his mouth slightly curved, and he smiled slightly.

He was already good-looking, but his face had been sullen before, and his whole body was condensed with a cold aura, which made people feel that he was not easy to get close to, but now this smile, like a breeze blowing on his face, melted the frozen surface, making the people underneath Yeyan and Qingli are in full bloom.

Wei Yu just looked at the people in the room, watching him play with the silver bell, and then obediently drank the soup. I wonder if it was because of the bitterness of the soup. People find it very cute.

Wei Yu suddenly felt that his ears were hot, and then realized that it was not good for him to secretly look at others like this, so he withdrew his gaze and walked into his room.

After that, Wei Yu often went to the street to find all kinds of bells for him to play with, fish-shaped ones, longevity locks, or carved flower-shaped ones, the tiger-headed copper bells worn by children, As long as it is exquisite and beautiful, I will get it for him.

For a while, in the Xuzhou hotel, the clear and loud bells rang endlessly.After his health improved a little, he started to walk around the courtyard, so he could often see a white and elegant figure, every step was accompanied by the sound of "bells and bells", the mist and rain were deserted, and the lotus wind was intoxicating.

That person didn't like to be bored in the room, and when he couldn't find anyone to accompany him in the huge hotel, he would follow him, regardless of whether he was dealing with church affairs or going to rest.

When dealing with affairs, he sat aside, fiddling with the string of bells in his waist. For a long time, Wei Yu read the letters with church affairs in the ringing bells, and occasionally spent a lot of time. After a long time, the man deliberately played the bell loudly and urgently, showing his impatience.

And sometimes that person would sit happily on the porch and watch him practice sword, holding a jug of wine in his hand, and pretending to give him a few words even though he obviously didn't understand it very well, Wei Yu didn't care whether he pointed out or not. If it is correct, just practice according to what he said, and then there will be a smug smile on the corner of that person's mouth.

Or grab him to eat supper with him, and ask him about Yan Yunlie.Wei Yu was not good at talking, and he interrupted him after he could say a few words, and in the end he became that person talking about his and Yan Yunlie's affairs, how they met, how they met, and always had an expression on his face at this time. Feeling lonely.

After getting along in such a day, Wei Yu didn't remember the romantic things he said, but he remembered his name... Ling Jun.

As the name suggests, he really is, but the sound of his light smile is like the ringtone, which falls in his heart brokenly, and can't be swept away.

After Yan Yunlie returned to Tianjuejiao, at first he sent people to send letters to greet Ling Jun's injuries, but there were fewer and fewer after that. Ling Jun stayed in Xuzhou for three months, and his injuries were almost healed, but he never recovered. Wait until Yan Yunlie picks him up to return to Tianjue Mountain.

Ling Jun's complexion also became uglier day by day, and he returned to the way he was when he first came, and whenever something went wrong, he would jump up violently.Wei Yu thought that Xuzhou's affairs were almost done, so he took Ling Jun back to Tianjue Mountain without asking Yan Yunlie for instructions.

On the way back to Tianjue Mountain, Wei Yu was riding on a horse, looking back at the carriage behind him from time to time, the sound of "dingling, dingling" came from inside as the carriage shook, and it always felt different Clear and ethereal, the ringtone seemed to be mixed with something else, and it sounded a little heavy, as if he had foreseen something.

Sure enough, after returning to Tianjue Mountain, they saw another person standing beside Yan Yunlie.

The same white clothes like snow, the same picturesque face, like all the pets that Yan Yunlie liked, took with him and loved them, and finally sent them down the mountain mercilessly, that person's face was full of contentment, but he didn't know what to expect. How will his fate be...

Yan Yunlie greeted them up the mountain, and when he walked in front of Ling Jun, he just smiled and said thank you gently, saying that he would have a good rest when he came back from the exhaustion of the journey, and he would ask Yuan Bugui to help him take care of his body.It's all about his attitude towards his subordinates, without the warmth of the past.

Wei Yu saw Ling Jun looking at the back of Yan Yunlie walking ahead with his new love in his arms, swaying his body as if he was about to fall, so he involuntarily reached out to support his waist.

"The leader still misses you in his heart..."

He comforted him softly, and in return he gave a sneer, shook off his hand, and walked straight ahead. The vast white clothes were hidden in the black clothes of the disciples of the Tianjue Sect, shining as white as the sun, dazzling and dazzling.

Wei Yu thought that Ling Jun would be sent down the mountain like those servants who fell out of favor before, but unexpectedly, not only did Yan Yunlie not let him be sent away, but also because he made great contributions to calming the chaos. Make him the head of the mustard grass hall.

The Mustard Church is in charge of the servants and miscellaneous affairs on Tianjue Mountain. The position of the hall master does not have any real power, but other congregants also know that Ling Jun is no longer an ordinary servant.

For this reason, Ling Jun's actions are even more indulgent, which seems to be arrogance and arrogance.But Wei Yu knew that Ling Jun was actually just venting his unhappiness. He passed by Ling Zhai a few times and saw him sitting on the porch alone, just like in the Xuzhou hotel at that time, looking lonely into the distance. , as if waiting for someone to come, but still can't wait.

Therefore, Wei Yu, who hadn't been looking for bells in the market for a long time, went to the small town under Tianjue Mountain...

He only knew this method that could comfort him, even if he was mistaken for the carefully selected and ingenious silver bells contained in the box that appeared at the door of Lingzhai from time to time at that time were sent by Yan Yunlie.

As long as he could see the joyful smile he showed when he saw those bells, he would also feel relieved.

But he didn't dare to admit his feelings for this person. In his eyes, Ling Jun was Yan Yunlie's person. As long as he had this identity, he shouldn't have any unreasonable thoughts about him, otherwise he would be disloyal and harmonious. Betrayed, and also failed Yan Mingshan's cultivation of him.

But Wei Yu still often sends bells to that person. Once he found a pair of legendary "Chanhun" bells. It is rumored that this pair of bells is male and female. They are born in pairs. No matter how far they are together, as long as one of them If it rings, the other one will inevitably ring along with it.

From this day on, he always wears a small silver bell next to his body. In the dead of night, this silver bell will not touch it, and sometimes it will make a clear sound, "Dingling, dingling ", as if someone was fiddling with boredom.

Wei Yu often looked at this silver bell in a daze, wondering what the owner of the other bell was thinking at the moment.

I thought that as long as I didn't tell anyone about those thoughts that were hidden under the water, no one would know, including that person, but he was wrong...

That day, Yan Yunlie brought back another person. This person was different from the ones he had brought back before. He had a chivalrous spirit, and his face was covered by a silver mask so that he couldn't see his face clearly.

Wei Yu once met him. At that time, this person was poisoned by "Qingfeng". Yan Yunlie Feige sent a letter asking him to get the antidote from Yuan Bugui, but Yuan Bugui went out, so he went to Yanbugui himself. Yun Lie there.Because I tested Yuan Bugui's medicine since I was a child, the blood is invulnerable to all poisons, even if there is no antidote, my own blood can still save people.Wei Yu came back first after finishing his work, but he didn't expect that Yan Yunlie would bring this person to Tianjue Mountain a month later.

After Ling Jun stayed in Tianjue Mountain, as long as Yan Yunlie brought someone back, he would always lean over and sneer at others.When Yan Yunlie came back with the person named "Qin Lin", he heard that Ling Jun also went to ridicule him as usual, but for some reason, he got stuck there and took a little anger.

That night when Wei Yu returned to his place of residence, he was taken aback when he opened the door.

Ling Jun didn't know how he got in, and was sitting there with a carefree expression, pointing to the two jars of wine on the table, "Come with me for a while."

Wei Yu couldn't refuse, so he went to find two cups and handed one of them to him. Ling Jun took it, but threw it behind him, "How can you drink well with that kind of thing?"

It didn't know when it started raining outside the house, and the two of them held the wine jar and drank in the sound of the rain, Ling Jun kept pouring himself like a puff.

The clear wine poured down, and the fragrance of the wine diffused, making people drunk without drinking.

There was a thunder outside the window, the lamps and candles in the room were suddenly extinguished, and the curling green smoke dissipated, and the surroundings were so quiet that only the sound of the rain outside the window and each other's breathing remained.

In the darkness, Wei Yu couldn't see Ling Jun's expression clearly, but he could feel his gaze staring at him. After a long while, the voice of Lingling like a mountain spring rang out, "You sent those bells, right?"

Wei Yu's heart skipped a beat.

"why?"

He didn't know how to answer.

He didn't hear a response, the man seemed a little sullen, the crisp sound of the bell rang, he swept away the wine jar on the table, sat on it, faced himself, and stepped on his shoulder with one foot, "Who is that?" What did you do? Mind your own business..."

It's really meddling... Wei Yu has no way to refute, he is not good at words, and he has nothing to say, but the man who lowered his head was forced to look at him by lifting his chin with the toe of his shoe.

There was a flash of lightning outside the window, and he was able to see clearly the posture he was sitting on the table at the moment.

The belt around Ling Jun's waist was untied by him at some point, and it was in his mouth at the moment. Following his movements, the string of bells flickered, and one of them was exactly the same as the one he had been hiding close to his body all this time. Correspondingly, Wei Yu felt that something deep in his blood was also affected, and he became excited with the deceptive crisp sound.

On the side of Ling Jun's head, he spit out the belt in his mouth, and then grabbed the skirt of his clothes with both hands and tore off the clothes on his body. There was another thunder outside the window, and the lightning that tore the sky illuminated his snow-white body. , and the two dark spots of dogwood in front of the heaving chest.

The foot hooked Wei Yu's chin, rubbed against his chest and slid all the way down, finally stopped on the man in his crotch, stepped on it, and rolled it from side to side, "Do you like me?"

Wei Yu sat without moving, but he couldn't hide the reaction in his crotch because of his teasing.

like?

How can I like him?He is Yan Yunlie's person, falling in love with him is disloyalty and betrayal, but...

His eyes fell on the belt that was thrown on the table. He remembered how every bell on it came from, he remembered his expression when he received each bell, and every bell... Condensed with my unknown feelings...

There was another thunderclap outside the window, and the sound of the candlestick falling from the table came from the room, the lightning flashed, and two figures hugged each other on the table.

The weeping and moaning like drowning, the delicate and smooth skin under the palm, and the hot and hard tunnel that tightly wraps him with moisture and warmth, everything is like a dream.

Amidst the thunder and lightning, the water in the corners of his eyes flowed with crystal clear splendor, the aroma of wine was intoxicating, and the moist and slightly parted lips opened and let out an unbearable moan.

Wei Yu reached out his hand to wipe away the wetness from the corner of his eyes, but he held it, and then he put his fingers into his mouth, bit the tip of his teeth lightly, and wrapped his tongue around it.Stirring the softness in his mouth, the desire under his body was deeply swallowed, and the remaining rationality also collapsed.

The wine jar that was pushed down, and the liquid of agarwood fell to the ground drop by drop from the mouth of the jar, half of the belt on the table was hanging out of the table, following the movements of the two people on the table, the string wrapped around the belt The silver bell rang out clearly and flickeringly.

The sound of the torrential rain covered up all the shameful sounds, and it seemed like some kind of desperate catharsis, destined not to see the rain stop and the sky clear.

The next morning when they got out of control, the two woke up together. Before Wei Yu had time to linger on the softness and warmth in his arms, the man sat up abruptly.

The hangover headache made him put his hands on his forehead, and he frowned, and the daylight came in, illuminating the simply furnished room.The clothes scattered all over the floor, and the fragrance of cornflowers around him all proved the madness of last night.

Ling Jun shook his head in disbelief, his body trembling. Seeing this, Wei Yu reached out and touched his shoulder, "Ling..."

"Do not touch me!"

Ling Jun dodged for a moment, then raised his hand and slapped Wei Yu on the face. Put it on and rush out the door without looking back.

Wei Yu stretched out his hand to touch the place on his face where he had slapped him, then closed his eyes, leaned his head against the bed rail, and let out a long sigh.

After that, for a long time, Ling Jun turned a blind eye to him. Although he would still accept the bell he gave him, sometimes when the two met on the corridor, Ling Jun would look away and pretend not to see it. He brushes past.

Wei Yu also knew that what Ling Jun was thinking about was Yan Yunlie, and the confusion that night should be just because he was depressed and wanted to find someone to comfort him...

And I shouldn't have any fancy thoughts anymore.

Therefore, Wei Yu buried that night deeply in his heart, forcing himself not to think about it, not to think about it anymore, that person could never belong to him...

The intersection of that night was nothing but rough and intertwined branches and leaves in the wind and rain, which fell into a mess on the ground, and after the wind and rain, they returned to their original positions.

Later, it was learned that Ling Jun went down the mountain without authorization, and because of Yan Yunlie's defection to Huo Xian, he disobeyed Yan Yunlie and was punished as a servant.

Wei Yu originally thought that he would be sad for a while because of this, so he went to find a bunch of bells early to make him happy, but he didn't expect that this time, Ling Jun didn't take it to heart at all, and instead lived more comfortably than before.

Wei Yu thinks this is also very good. There is no way to express those affections. He can only hide in the dark and watch that person quietly, watching him sweep the fallen leaves on the floor as if he is playing, and watching him secretly pour Yan Yunlie's tea. Riga's Gu can make people feel unbearable abdominal pain. Watching him sipping a drink in front of the moon alone at night, the smile on the corner of his mouth melted into his heart.

It was only at this time that Wei Yu realized that he really liked him, wanted to have him, and stayed with him all the time. Even the arrogant and willful side seemed very cute to him.

It's just that he belongs to Yan Yunlie...

That night, when Wei Yu was finishing his work and preparing to fall asleep, the soul-leading bell suddenly rang crazily. He was anxious, worried that something had happened to Ling Jun, so he followed the sound to find it.

As a result, in the hut to the north, seeing that Ling Jun was safe and sound, and seeing himself with a surprised expression, while Ling Qing had an attitude of "as expected", and asked the two of them to talk in the opposite woods, so as not to disturb him. sleep.

Ling Jun's face was not very good-looking, and he said "come here" coldly.

Wei Yu followed him into the woods, he turned around, spread his hands, with a stern expression, "Bring something!"

Wei Yu was stunned for a moment and didn't know what he was referring to. Seeing that he was not moving, Ling Jun shouted impatiently again, "Take it out!"

Wei Yu seemed to understand what he was referring to, raised his hand into his bosom, took out the bell hidden next to his body, and handed it to Ling Jun.Ling Jun looked at the bells, took off the string at his waist, and put one of them together. With a shake of his hand, the two identical bells made crisp sounds at the same time, echoing slightly in the silent woods.

Looking at the two bells in his palm, Ling Jun raised the corners of his mouth and laughed, then he clenched his palms and clenched his fists tightly, and he kneaded the two bells together, making it ugly.

Ling Jun threw the ball on Wei Yu, "What do you mean? I asked you the other day if you liked me, and you didn't answer, so why did you put this kind of thing on me again?"

Wei Yu's lips moved, but he didn't make a sound.

Only the woods where the moonlight was falling, it was too dark to see clearly, just like that night, but he could see the watery light in Ling Jun's eyes.

"I will explain to the leader..."

Snapped!

Another slap on the face.

"Master! Master! Master! What kind of poison did Yan Yunlie give you to make you so loyal to him?" Panting heavily, Ling Jun turned her head away and pulled off all the silver bells in her waist. Throw it at Wei Yu.

"Return it to you! Give it all back to you! Do you think I don't know that these are all given by you? Do you think I don't know that Yan Yunlie, that heartless bastard, will remember me? Do you think... Was I really so drunk that day that I didn't know anything...?"

Looking at the person in front of him, Wei Yu felt a crack in something solid in his heart. He remembered the first time the two met, the way he smiled happily because of a bell, and the days spent in Xuzhou, And the indulgence of that rainy night...

Then I remembered that I and Yuan Bugui were talking about Yan Yunlie and Ling Qing. Although Yuan Bugui was angry at the time, he was helpless, and only said that the person who tied the bell had to be untied, and they had to solve it by themselves. of.

The trouble should end it……

He clenched his fists tightly, and then stretched out his hand to hug the person he had been thinking about day and night into his arms, tightly, feeling the reality of him in his arms.

"Ling Jun... stay with me."

The picture in front of me became clearer.

The beautiful-looking person withdrew the feather in his hand, "What did you dream about? The expression on your face is very strange."

Wei Yu shook his head, raised his hand and rubbed his temples, probably because Yan Yunlie was not around for the past few days and he was so busy that he fell asleep unknowingly.

"Where's the little bell?" He raised his head and asked.

"It's already put to sleep." Ling Jun went around the desk, lifted his clothes and sat on his lap, then took the pastries on the table, "Why are you working so hard? You are not the leader. You have finished helping the surnamed Yan. He What else?"

Wei Yu hugged him with his left hand and smiled slightly, "This is my duty."

Ling Jun raised his hand and touched the broken part of his right shoulder, and said with a bit of pain, "What kind of duty is it, he is really cheap!"

Wei Yu just laughed, he was not good at words, he could only comfort his lover in this way, it was just an arm, even without his right hand, he could still hug him.

Ling Jun picked up the pastry and took a bite, then brought the pastry to Wei Yu's mouth with his mouth in his mouth, Wei Yu could only open his mouth to take it.

The soft and glutinous pastry melted in the mouths of the two of them, and the sweetness diffused, and there were bursts of light bell sounds, all belonged to him at this moment.

"Ling Jun...with me..."

It was the bell that I tied on him, and of course, only I could untie it.

——The end of the episode "Untie the Bell"

Under "Thinking of Tibetan Love"

All the mysteries and conspiracies point to the secrets buried deep in Emperor Yan's Mausoleum. However, faced with the choice between righteousness and personal affection,

Yan Yunlie chose to turn against each other?

All the hesitation and anxiety in Ling Qing's heart finally broke out,

Yan Yunlie's insistence on going his own way further widened the distance between them.

A map of the imperial mausoleum led the two lovers into a trap step by step, and the scarred past got out of control again, tearing apart the incommunicable affection.

We used to be in love with each other, and we also hated to the point of engraving,

And through so much betrayal and hurt,

Are the two hearts of pain and regret really fragile?

"Ling Qing, if I want to get the map of the emperor's tomb, I won't use this method."

Ling Qing just looked at Yan Yunlie like this, as if after a long time, he said calmly, "You don't need to do this..."

Yan Yunlie only felt relieved, but he heard Ling Qing follow up and say: "You can come and ask me directly."

Yan Yunlie only felt a buzzing sound in his head, and his chest hurt.

Only now did he realize that the wound between him and Ling Qing will never heal, so there will always be a part of his heart that is cut off and difficult to communicate with.

They both chose to ignore the past, or deliberately not to touch each other, but those feelings that could not communicate with each other accumulated more and more until they covered up other affections and divided the two into two ends.