Dust of hidden love

On New Year's Eve, Ling Jun said that there was a place to watch the fireworks, so Ling Qing insisted on going with him.Ling Qing really couldn't help his torture, and thought that the sky was dark at night, no one would notice his current appearance, so he agreed.

Ling Jun was very familiar with the environment on the mountain, Ling Qing followed him, but felt that the scene in front of him became more and more familiar, bypassing a rock, and the buildings in the distance made his footsteps chaotic.

Wan Yixuan, hidden among the trees, seems to be isolated from the world, quiet and peaceful, with the loneliness and coldness after losing its owner.

Ling Qing's heart twitched violently, some scenes were recovering bit by bit, he took a few steps quickly, and left them behind when they were about to entangle him.

Don't think about it... definitely don't think about it!

boom!A cluster of sparks rushed into the night sky and exploded, and the brilliant brilliance instantly illuminated Mo Ye, and then faded into fragments, scattered and reflected.

Ling Jun raised his head and his face was full of joy, but Ling Qing's attention was not on the gorgeous and eye-catching fireworks at all, but fell on the person standing on the corridor in the distance beyond the cluster of flowers.

In fact, he was far away from them, so far away that he couldn't see clearly when the fireworks were off, but he just recognized the dark figure in the crowd... and naturally saw the white figure beside him.

So eye-catching, so dazzling.

Ling Qing's hand hanging by his side clenched into a fist involuntarily, trembling slightly.

There is only a flower garden, but it seems that there is a sky and a ground.On the other side, festive red lanterns fluttered gently in the wind, and a row of wine jars were placed on the table of the Eight Immortals in the courtyard in front of the porch. Laughter, laughter, and mingled cups of wine came from afar, and the atmosphere of reunion filled Ling Qing's heart. Once again the pain was unbearable.

He didn't know what kind of emotions he was holding right now, regret, sadness, loss, grief and anger, and all kinds of indescribable things rushed up like a tide, squeezing his chest until he couldn't breathe.

Shouldn't that person be out of his mind in grief over the loss of a child?Why can you stand here so happily, as if nothing happened?Shouldn't that person be thinking about Qin Lin so much that he would even ruin his reputation for Qin Lin's sake?Why do you just turn around...

Ling Qing gritted her teeth bitterly.

Sure enough, he said that he wanted to give birth to him by himself, but it was just a temporary emotional vent. Sure enough, nothing lasted forever in his heart, and the stone rotted and the sea dried up. That kind of place where there is nothing, resigned to fate, lingering on one's last breath... It's just me!

Snapped!

Ling Qing punched the tree trunk, turned and left.

"Oh? Ling Qing, why are you leaving?" Ling Jun was happy, and couldn't help but wonder why Ling Qing turned around and left, but still chased after her. "Wait for me, watch your step!"

Brilliant sparks lit up the sky one after another, and then scattered one after another.

Yan Yunlie's eyes followed the firework, watching it bloom like a flower in the air, and then his eyes fell on the place where the sparks flew down.

Hidden among the bushes in the night, two figures hurried away, one of them was dressed in green and seemed to be pregnant, the moment the man turned around, Yan Yunlie felt a quiet place in his heart as if being lightly pricked by a needle After a while, some things that were deeply buried in my heart and almost forgotten gradually surfaced...

That night, Yan Yunlie lay on the couch, tossing and turning, unable to sleep. Many things flooded his mind, so many that he had been addicted to alcohol and sex for more than half a year, and his head was so numb that he couldn't think about anything. The pain is unbearable.

If he remembers correctly, that figure should be that person...it is Wanyuejian Lingqing, and also the "Qin Lin" he once loved so much and was even willing to give up his life for.

It is also this person who once gave birth to a child for himself, but lost it in front of him.He didn't even have a chance to take a look at it, and he never even hugged it. When he knew it, that child was already in the past, and he only lived in the memory of that person, and he...had nothing left.

He couldn't forgive himself, and he couldn't forgive him.But heavy grief and remorse made him choose to escape.

For the past six months, he has tried hard to forget, forgetting that he had a child, forgetting the little things between him and Qin Lin, only by forgetting all the loves together, can he also abandon the regrets that weighed on his heart...

He was the one who liked so hard, and he was also the one who hated deeply.Ning*Xianglu*Enter But a casual glance in the corridor that night awakened all his suppressed memories.

He noticed his out-of-shape figure and obviously protruding belly... When he first learned the truth, he was furious. There was only one thought in his mind. The child's death was because of him. If you get stuck in it, nothing will happen.

The child was born because of him, and died because of him, and he was asked to return one!Ask him to have another one and give it back to him!

Thinking about it now, he just felt terrible. How could he have such an idea?I actually did it myself...

And what he saw today was the result of his successful revenge. That person was indeed pregnant again, but Yan Yunlie only felt a chill down his spine.

That's his and Ling Qing's child, not Qin Lin...not...

Sleepless all night, absent minded the next day.Yan Yunlie originally wanted to go to the practice room after breakfast, but as he walked, he found that he had reached the most secluded place on Tianjue Mountain.

Looking at the winding path in front of him, he knew that there was a hut there, where he put the man under house arrest.

Just as he was hesitating whether to go further or return the same way, he suddenly heard footsteps behind him. The person who came was very good at lightness kung fu, but he couldn't hide from his ears.Yan Yunlie turned sideways to the side trees, and after a while, he saw a person passing by with a food box, and the silver bell hanging from his waist jingled.

Ling Jun?Why is he here?While Yan Yunlie was puzzled, he couldn't help following him.

When he arrived outside that room, Yan Yunlie was still hidden in the branches.Ling Jun yelled a few times into the room, the door opened, Ling Qing came out with a big belly, Ling Jun handed him the food box, gave him a few instructions, then turned and left in a hurry.

Ling Qing stood there with a slight smile, watching Ling Jun go away, and then turned back to the room with the food box in one hand and her waist in the other.

Yan Yunlie couldn't help shaking Zhiquan's hand away.

He almost couldn't recognize that person. Ling Qing, who was already thin, was so thin that he was out of shape. How could he look like the graceful and unrestrained Moon Sword from before?In great contrast to his extremely thin body, is his high and swollen abdomen, which seems to be about six or seven months old.

Realizing this, Yan Yunlie was startled, it has been so long, but he doesn't know at all...

Yes, he forgot all about it. For more than half a year, he had been immersed in alcohol and sex to anesthetize himself, not thinking about anything, so he didn't even know that a life fused with his flesh and blood was quietly born here.

Yan Yunlie almost had the urge to step out of the bushes and take a closer look inside the room, but he hesitated before he stepped out...

In my mind, Qin Lin's affectionate gaze and Ling Qing's hatred and killing each other, the two images are intertwined.

Yan Yunlie realized that what lay in front of him was not a small path or a small courtyard that could be crossed or crossed with one foot, but what lay in front of him was a chasm of love and hate, but a blue cloth lying in a pool of blood. Swaddle.

He didn't step forward, but he didn't leave either.

On the first day of the new year, when everything is supposed to be rejuvenated and full of festivities, I can't feel it at all here. The desolation and loneliness are shrouded in bursts, and I don't even feel the living breath.

The morning mist gradually dissipated, the sun rose, and the wind was not strong, so Ling Qing didn't close the door and let the sunlight slant in.

Yan Yunlie saw him take out the contents of the food box and put them on the table bit by bit. It was just a bowl of porridge and some pickles, and he put the steamed buns aside.He just watched him sit there and eat slowly, with gentle movements and a somewhat dull expression on his face, he only stuffed chopsticks into his mouth one by one, and then swallowed.

Yan Yunlie couldn't stand it anymore, turned around and walked back, thinking about one question after another.

He has spent more than half a year here alone?Eating such rough food that can almost be described as leftovers, living in such a shabby and dilapidated place?Just when I was drunk and dreaming, lingering on warm tents and red quilts...

Yan Yunlie walked a few steps, then stopped again, his thick eyebrows frowned.

Why should I feel guilty?It was he who killed his own child... It was all his own fault!

Thinking of this, Yan Yunlie flicked his sleeves and strode away.

But after this day.However, Yan Yunlie found that he had a strange problem. He kept thinking about the person who was under house arrest in that room. Whenever he was free, he couldn't control his feet and ran there, and then hid in the distance and secretly peeped. .

Seeing him eating alone, sometimes Ling Jun eats with him.When the weather is fine, I can see him walking back and forth in the yard alone with his belly outstretched.

Thin brows and pale eyes, a clear face, only the look that occasionally raises his eyes and reveals a look of loneliness and a bit of fragility, combined with his desolate body, makes Yan Yunlie feel as if a needle is being pricked in his heart, and he feels a lot of guilt The surge of restraint came.

Sometimes Ling Qing would fold a dead branch and use it as a sword, gesturing in the sword pose in the yard. Although it was not light enough with a big belly, and his hands and feet were a little stiff, every move still had elegance and lightness. Cutting to the side, Ling Qing seems to be used to playing with his left hand behind his back when he is in the mood, so that he looks a little more frivolous...

Yan Yunlie looked at it and thought of the several times he had confronted Qin Lin. Under the moonlit archway, he held a large wine jar with one hand and dealt with him. In the practice room, he held a jade sword in his hand like a butcher's knife. Cutting down... Unknowingly, the floating white shadow in my heart slightly overlapped with the person in front of me.

When Ling Jun was around, Ling Qing seemed to be much happier, and when she smiled, that delicate and plain face seemed like ink dripping into water, slowly, a little bit fainted, scattered, and spread out silently.

Yan Yunlie has never seen him smile like this before. When he saw him before, he was always standing beside Dongli Muyun, with a calm and serious expression. Later, he smiled in front of himself. But they were all ridiculed with sarcasm, and the despair in that smile almost gave him the illusion of falling into Shura's hell.

But now, he just smiled like an ordinary person when he was happy, shallowly, with the corners of his mouth slightly pursed.But the moment the corner of his mouth curled up, Yan Yunlie felt as if his heart had been drawn with a stroke of a pen, and stroke after stroke, Ling Qing was no longer a thing in his heart and mind. There are no two words, but gradually enriched into a complete image...

He would frown when he was kicked by the child in his belly, lower his head and scold the brat with a doting expression but in a vicious tone, and would secretly draw circles around Ling Jun's eyes with a pen when he was dozing off on the table , would sit alone on the roof at night, staring into the distance.

Yan Yunlie felt that he seemed to be paying too much attention to him, but then he found an excuse for himself, the child in his stomach...is his child...

This kind of life lasted for a while, Yan Yunlie couldn't sleep peacefully because of the complicated emotions in his heart, but he also clearly found that he seemed to be more and more unable to let go of that person, just like when his heart was captured by Qin Lin. Same as when a little occupied.

Ling Jun is also a person with endless tricks. This day, he got a few sweet potatoes from somewhere, and found some dry leaves and branches, and openly roasted sweet potatoes in the open space in the courtyard of Ling Qing's house.

Ling Qing was lit out of the house by the smoke, and as soon as she came out, she saw that Ling Jun's body was dirty, and there were a few black marks on her beautiful face, making her look like a wild cat that had fought.

Ling Qing couldn't bear to see it anymore, so he went forward and wiped his face with his sleeve, then took over and continued to roast, this matter was done a lot with Dongli Muyun when he was a child, and he couldn't be more familiar with it.When Yan Yunlie came, he saw such a scene, Ling Qing skillfully flipped and roasted sweet potatoes, Ling Jun leaned on his arm, as if drowsy and tired from the sun From time to time, she nodded her head and knocked on Ling Qing's shoulder, Ling Qing pushed her away with some disgust, while Ling Jun relentlessly approached her again... It seems that Wen Xing is very warm.

The sweet aroma of sweet potatoes melted in the air, and Yan Yunlie remembered that on the way to pick up Junshan with Qin Lin, the two of them sat side by side and roasted the "stolen" sweet potatoes...

"Be careful..."

Ling Qing handed the baked sweet potatoes to Ling Jun.Again and again.In the end, Ling Jun was still burned and let go.

The sweet potato rolled down his chest and fell to the ground, fortunately Ling Qing kindly peeled off the outer layer of skin for him, and when it fell, it got all over his body.Ling Qing hurriedly went over to help him wipe the stains on his clothes, she focused on wiping, but without paying attention, she wiped down more and more, and was finally pushed away by Ling Jun.

"What's wrong?" Ling Qing looked at Ling Jun with some puzzlement.

His face was flushed, his hands were covering his crotch, and he stared at Ling Qing with shame, anger and embarrassment.

Ling Qing was even more inexplicable, but the only thing in his mind was to wipe off the stains on his body, "What's more, won't you feel uncomfortable wearing it if you don't clean it up?"

"No...no need!" Ling Jun hurriedly pushed his hand away. Seeing that Ling Qing's kindness was rejected, with an unhappy expression on his face, Ling Jun could only curl his lips and move towards him, whispering in his ear. What did you say.

Ling Qing was taken aback for a moment, then looked down at the crotch that Ling Jun was covering, and then with a look of disgust, she moved a little sideways while holding her belly.

This made Ling Jun jump unhappily, "What, isn't it all because of you rubbing and touching, why do you have such a disgusted expression?" Speaking of this, something suddenly came to mind, Qinglong Xiumei With a slight pick, he said in a narrow tone, "Young Xia Ling...couldn't you be shy? Haven't you ever been in such a situation?"

This sentence immediately made Ling Qing embarrassed and angry, and even Yan Yunlie, who was hiding in the distance, couldn't help but burst into a chuckle.

Ling Jun over there was even more unscrupulous, thinking of some bad idea, pulled Ling Qing up, pushed him into the room, closed the door, and within a moment, Ling Jun's silver bell-like laughter came from inside. "You make me look like this and I can't meet people, right? Good Lingqing, why don't you help me, help people to the end?"

"Do you want me to give you a knife and send you straight to Buddhahood?" Ling Qing's voice was not very cheerful.

"Ling Qing...you really are shy! Yeah, I don't even mind what you mind? Just treat it as self-blasphemy..."

"Ling Jun, stop!"

The voice fell, and then there was a silence, and after a while, Ling Jun's voice sounded again.

"The color here is so beautiful,... like a chick..."

"Ling, Jun!" Ling Qing was furious and finally showed his power.

Ling Jun ran out with her head in her arms, laughing so hard that she couldn't straighten up in the yard.After laughing, he suppressed his expression and returned to the original cold and arrogant expression. He lowered his waist and picked a clean sweet potato from among the burnt leaves, and threw it in his hand. Yan Yunlie took a look at where he was standing.

Yan Yunlie was a little guilty, but he probably didn't see him.

It was a long time after Ling Jun left that Ling Qing came out of the room, tidied up the yard briefly, then cleaned a soft couch in the yard, and took a nap under the sun.Yan Yunlie stood and watched for a while, but this time he walked over by accident.

This is the first time he has stepped here in half a year.

Yan Yunlie tried to walk as lightly as possible, walked to his bed, and looked at him carefully.

Ling Qing curled up slightly, buried in the quilt, with a few strands of hair hanging on her face.His sleeping expression was very quiet, his brows were slightly wrinkled, and his lips were a little pale.

In Yan Yunlie's eyes, Ling Qing's appearance can only be regarded as handsome, and his facial features are not ugly when put together, but after watching him for a long time, he feels that his delicate appearance has a unique charm in it.He looked at him, and a sentence suddenly popped up in his mind—thick and absolute, light and elegant, such a delicate and gentle talent with clear mountains and rivers is the most suitable.

These words are very familiar, but I can't remember when I said them next time.

Ling Qing moved in her sleep, and the quilt slipped off her body.Yan Yunlie's eyes fell on his swollen belly...

Here... is her own child pregnant?

There was a strange feeling in my heart, it was the kind of intimacy connected by blood, and it seemed to be a little unbelievable.

Yan Yunlie watched, then couldn't help but lowered his waist, and stretched out his hand towards Ling Qing's stomach, but when he was about to touch it, Ling Qing suddenly lifted the quilt, and then landed firmly on Yan Yunlie. on the chest.

Yan Yunlie was shocked by the sudden palm and took two steps back. After Ling Qing saw the person coming, he stood there completely in a daze.

The two stared at each other for a while, Ling Qing got up and went to the house with his belly supported.Perhaps it was because he walked too quickly, or it might be due to the internal force being activated just now. Ling Qing felt the little guy in his stomach kicking and kicking twice restlessly. Feeling a little slower, he immediately stepped into the house.

The door slammed shut with force, leaving only Yan Yunlie standing in the yard alone.

The slight cold wind rolled over the burnt leaves, bringing out endless coolness.

Yan Yunlie raised the hand that was going to touch Ling Qing's stomach just now to look at it, and then stroked his chest. There was a dull pain there, and he could clearly see Ling Qing's expression when he slapped him, it was the same as that time ...

Yan Yunlie turned around, and memories of the past flooded in.

He remembered that day, Ling Qing could hurt him with his hands, but he blocked him when the sword energy touched him: he remembered the expression on his face when he pulled out Gui Meng who had passed through his shoulders and feet and nailed into the wall Nothing, just a pair of red eyes staring at the outside of the house; thinking of twisting his own wrist when he was pinched by him, just to break free from his own hand... He was so desperate, he even wanted his life... Just to save that child!

Yan Yunlie only felt a surge of qi and blood roaring and rushing in his chest, and he wanted luck to suppress the rioting qi and blood, but unexpectedly a burst of blood surged up from his throat, and a mouthful of blood spurted out when he opened his mouth.

At this moment, there was only one sentence in his mind that was repeated over and over again——

At that time, I was the one who stopped him from saving the child!He was the one who stopped him from saving his own child!

"What if... Master Yan is your own child?"

With a buzzing sound in his head, Yan Tianlie couldn't hold back his head and let out a mournful howl.

Whose fault is it?Whose fault is it?

Is it yourself?

In fact, the person who was really wrong...was me?

After that, Yan Yunlie locked himself in the study for a whole day and night.For the first time, he forced himself to calm down and face the problem of the lost child.

He thought of Wei Yu and Yuan Bugui's doubts about him, Ling Jun's condemnation of him, and what Ling Qing asked him...

"So the leader of Yan can help the evildoers for this person? Can he kill innocent people indiscriminately? Can he...not even let a child go?"

"If the one who died was really Qi Jingyue's son, can you really hold that person in your heart without any scruples until you grow old?"

He thought, if he had hesitated at that time, no one's child would be lost...

Is this God's punishment for me?Because of his own selfishness, so all the disasters fell on his own children?

It was really hit by what Ling Jun said at that time, one day he would pay the price of lifelong regret for his selfishness today!

Before entering the study, he asked Wei Yu, was it wrong for him to treat Ling Qing like this?

Wei Yu didn't answer him right away, but said calmly behind him before he turned to enter the door: The leader has already lost a child.

Yeah, he's lost one already, but this one...

Yan Yunlie can figure out many things, but he still can't fully accept many things after he has figured it out, just like in his heart, Ling Qing is still Ling Qing, Qin Lin is still Qin Lin, it's just that there was a clear line before It's a little blurry now.

On the day he came out of the study, Yan Yunlie sent someone to deliver new winter clothes and bedding to Ling Qing, and asked the kitchen to improve his food.But Ling Qing's reaction when he saw those things was still the same as usual, but Ling Jun was puzzled, and asked Ling Qing if he felt that the food seemed to have improved recently.

Yan Yunlie only heard Ling Qing answer Ling Jun coldly and calmly outside the house, "I am not sleeping alone, nor am I eating alone, I am just the one who sold out."

Yan Yun Liede was stunned by this insignificant sentence, feeling tight in his chest.

He can't remember that frantic night that made him have such a crazy idea and put it into action. He can't remember what he said or even what he did, but obviously Ling Qing still remembers it, remembers it very clearly, and remembers it with her body and mind.

He had a second child with him, but he and him were not even as good as the strangers who passed by.