Si Tian Guan

This is the coldest weather this year, and the snow falls silently.

There was not even a little wind, and large flakes of snow fluttered and fell straight down from the sky, as if someone was tearing cotton wool in the air boredly.

Pedestrians on the road wrapped their collars tightly and hurried past with their heads down, lest the disturbing coldness get into their necks.

Qu Chenzhou wanted to follow people several times, in order to find a place to avoid the snow, and retreated several times, saying to himself: "I will wait for him to come back..."

His voice was lost in the dark night.

Stretching out his hand, the condensed white ice crystals fell to the palm of his hand, passed through the palm of his hand and fell to the ground.

Bare|bare feet stepping on the snow, I can't feel the cold, and my hands are full of bruises, and I can't feel pain.

Only my heart is at a loss, as if empty.

The sky was getting dark and there were fewer pedestrians on the road, so he sat under the flagpole again, bent his knees and hugged himself.

It's not because of the cold, but from a very young age, only by curling up like this can I feel safe.

The lights in the distance went out one by one, and the streets became more lonely at night, so he could only hum to himself the few tunes left in his memory.

"Drums sound at the first watch, flowers bloom in March, cuckoos sing wildly, swallows fly from the small eaves, and the east wind is called every day..."

When others couldn't hear his voice, he relieved himself and sang for his own body, which was hung on a flagpole beside him.

He didn't know why he was standing here, and how he became what he is now. When others dragged away his body, he could only follow in a daze and come here.

The silver arrow had already been pulled out, and there was no one to clean up the blood stains on it. Fortunately, it was cold winter weather, so it hadn't rotted after such a long time. It still looked like when it just died, and it was extremely embarrassing.

It has been No.14 days since the corpse was hung for public display.

Chongming has no reason not to hate him.

Marquis of Anding Liu's main family with the surname Liu has thousands of people, the Liu family's in-laws have hundreds of people from the Bai family, and the concubine Liu Gui and the little prince in the palace all died because of him.

Not to mention that in the past many years, many people in the world who have never even met him have lost their families because of him.

He deserved this fate.

So no rancor.

He was just confused about what he should do in the future, maybe even God hated him for doing too many crimes and punished him not to be reincarnated, watching himself being scolded and humiliated here.

But he has never been so idle in his life as he is now, nor is he so unrestrained, he can raise his head and hum a tune to the sky without worrying about anything.

"The five-watch drum rang, the bead curtains were all wet, the mountains were covered with snow, and the clouds were condensed for thousands of miles, and there were many guests in the clouds."

In the past ten days, his soul consciousness seems to be getting weaker and weaker, and his memory is getting worse and worse. He doesn't remember where he learned this tune, but he is very familiar with it.

Repeatedly, from the first watch to the fifth watch, and then from the fifth watch to the first watch, tirelessly, until the dawn of the sky came again.

In addition to Shuguang, there are many people.

The fierce horse was stepping on the crushed snow, and the man on the horse galloped towards him in the bright morning light.

Qu Chenzhou stood up facing the sunlight, the corners of his mouth could not help but twitch.

I seem to remember that a long time ago, there was also such a person who stood in front of him in the glare of the sun and asked with a laughing voice: "Is it Qu Sitian?"

That was the first ray of light that shone into his life.

He couldn't help running a few steps forward, stretching out his arms to the man, "Chongming..."

But the leading knight in black passed through his body together with the fast horse, and knelt down under the flagpole in a snowflake that was stirred up.

Someone on the side quickly stepped forward and untied the corpse that had been hanging for many days.

Liu Chongming knelt on the ground, hugged his already stiff body tightly in his arms, and cried heartbreakingly in the bright snow field at the dawn of dawn.

Qu Chenzhou stood behind him in a daze, the voice was so shrill and mournful that he couldn't help but touch his face - he was already a remnant soul, and there was no tears to shed.

"Chongming, why are you crying?"

He could only reach out and gently stroke Liu Chongming's head.

"I'm dead... don't cry."

Fingers submerged into Liu Chongming's hair, and became more and more transparent under the sun, and gradually disappeared like morning fog that could not see the sun.

Qu Chenzhou raised his gradually lost hands in front of his eyes, closed his eyes with some relief, and breathed a sigh of relief.

The body is dead, the soul is about to disperse, and he... can finally be freed.

His body is so light that he seems to be flying in the clouds, but shouldn't a person like him go to hell?

He didn't know where he was going, he just felt floating, like a flying dream he had before, and he was about to wake up in a blink of an eye, and his body fell uncontrollably.

Qu Chenzhou leaped forward, propped his hands on the table in time, and didn't let himself fall, but was crushed by something in his hand.

It was a divining bone, something that had not been seen for many years.

When he was in Qisheng Building, the owner of the building asked him to hold this thing to divination for the guests. Although he didn't need it, the owner said that it looked more like a divination.

In addition to this strange oracle bone, he also saw his own hand.

This is a pair of young man's hands, with well-proportioned bones and flesh, but the joints are not so distinct, and a little rough, completely different from the familiar pair of slender and white hands.

Qu Chenzhou himself was a monster by nature, and he turned into a real soul. He saw the corpse separated from him, and even experienced such weird things. He couldn't understand what happened now.

He was still in a daze, and a yell sounded in front of him: "Du Quan! What's going on?!"

Du Quan?The owner of Qisheng Building, who has been dead for many years?

But compared to Du Quan who was still alive, his eyes were on the opposite person, who was a table away from him.

The man was about forty years old, his well-maintained face was so fair that he didn't have a beard, and he was wearing powder, and he was sneering at Du Quan in an indifferent way.

Qu Chenzhou curled up holding Bu Gu's fingers.

It was Pan He... When he was 14 years old, Eunuch Pan had only been to Qisheng Tower once, but because of this divination, Eunuch Pan wanted to use him to curry favor with the emperor.

Within two months from this day, the Qisheng Building disappeared, and he was sent to the palace, and he couldn't help himself since then.

And Eunuch Pan was also the first step in his small test of killing.

"Shen Zhou! Talk to me!"

Du Quan didn't expect Qu Chenzhou to be stupefied suddenly, so he hurriedly shoved him, and bowed to Pan He with a smile on his face to make amends: "Eunuch Pan, don't be angry, this kid is a bit weird, just wait a moment .”

Pan He unfolded his folding fan, and looked Qu Chenzhou up and down for a moment: "Du Quan, you are not trying to trick people with these mysterious words."

"Elder-in-law was joking, how dare a villain," Du Quan apologized, "I told you before that this kid was very smart when he was young, and the older he gets, the worse he gets. If he can't figure it out, your lord has a lot, so just treat him as a child." It’s good to have a look at it for fun.”

Pan He is not young anymore, he is not as open to this kind of ghosts and gods as young people. Hearing what he said, he also nodded: "It's natural, children's eyes are clean, and when they grow up, the smell of fireworks is heavy, so they can't see it." It's also normal."

Qu Chenzhou stared blankly at the two people in front of him who should have turned into bones, and then raised his hand to look at it. It was really his hand when he was a teenager, and he was wearing a mask covering his face. look.

But the conversation in front of him was so strange, completely different from before.

The hexagrams that appeared on Pan He's body were also quite different from before.

In the previous life, he made a divination for Pan He accurately - there is gold in the south, and he detoured around Los Angeles.

Pan He dubiously ordered to go south, made a lot of money, and because he escaped the turmoil in the city by taking a detour through Los Angeles, he became suspicious of him.

What is the current situation?Could it be that God asked him to re-read the person he hated in his life, the most unforgettable thing in his life, and remember it on the road of Wangchuan before he was reincarnated?

Qu Chenzhou's breath became short of breath, and he couldn't tell whether it was illusion or reality in front of him for a while.

The voices and figures of Du Quan and Pan He seemed to be circling and distorting around them, screaming like ghosts, and the scolding sounded unreal.

Splitting headache.

He didn't want to see such a nightmarish person even in his dreams.

If it's a dream, then let him be willful once!Be presumptuous once!Vent once!

He slammed the bone in his right hand at Pan He's face, stepped on the table with the chair, and stepped on Pan He's chest amidst the screams, jumped out of the room like flying. Door.

The sunshine outside the building was as usual, full of the warmth of early spring, it was a place where he had never walked freely.

Amidst the exclamation and cursing on the street, he ran all the way, the exhaustion from running and the fright of the pedestrians around him were so real, it was so real that he started to panic again.

It was as if everything before was a nightmare of his own, but the real him was still selling himself in Qisheng Building, nothing happened.

The people from Qishenglou shouted and chased after him, but the fear had made him unable to care about anything.

To be able to run with both feet again, to be able to breathe the warm air so greedily and thirstily, to be able to feel the beating heartbeat in my chest, whether it's real or not, it doesn't matter anymore.

Even if it is a dream.

But after all, he is now a young man with a thin body. Before he ran two streets away, the people behind him rushed up like a wolf, pinned him down, and twisted his arms.

Qu Chenzhou desperately held his head up, ignoring the dust rising from the ground into his throat, and shouted loudly: "Help! Is there anyone! Help me!"

"What's going on?" A boy's voice really sounded above his head.

He was just like a drowning man, eager to grab a life-saving straw, and never thought that someone would answer.

The sound made his whole body tremble, as if all the struggling strength was taken away in an instant.

How could such a familiar voice, which had appeared countless times in his dreams, be forgotten?

Qu Chenzhou raised his head involuntarily, and in the backlight of the sun, a young man on a horse leaned slightly towards him.

"what happened?"

The name was in his mouth, but he never dared to say it.

"Chongming..."