Touch the cold

Yanbei was buried by Song Boyi, and the burial was very simple.

Song Boyi thought about Yanbei's heart, and helped him choose a very clean place, there was not even a house nearby, just green pines and distant mountains, and a few birds that occasionally flew down to play.

Song Boyi dug out the grave with handfuls and filled it in with handfuls, but in the end it was just a small mound, bare.

Song Boyi patted the mound and smiled alone. Although it was a bit ugly, he thought Yanbei would like this place.

Fearing that Yanbei would be lonely being alone, Song Boyi lived in front of this grave, and occasionally went to the market to buy some wine and dry food, and poured the wine warm in front of the grave.

Later, the weather became colder and colder, and there were several heavy snowfalls in the middle of winter.Song Boyi woke up and saw that heavy snow had buried the inconspicuous mound, so she rushed over to dig it until all the snow on the mound was dug away, exposing the bare mound, but Song Boyi felt awkward again , Then he covered the dug snow back one by one, and then faced the snow alone in a daze.

Song Boyi misses Yanbei very much.

For many days during this period, he even wanted to dig Yanbei's body out of the grave and have a look at it again, but Song Boyi held back, and he lay down on the mound and hugged him tightly, Or drink more wine to let yourself get drunk.

The winter in the mountains passes slowly, but it will pass eventually. I don’t know when the ice and snow will melt, and the trees on the mountains will sprout new branches.The Awakening of Insects has passed, and the snakes, insects, rats and ants have become active, and the mountain has become lively at some point.

A little squirrel jumped from the sturdy green pine, holding a pine cone, and just jumped on Yanbei's grave. Song Boyi sat watching, smiled, and waved gently Chasing the squirrel away, he said, "Don't disturb him."

A few bursts of peach blossom fragrance came from the mountain wind, with a few peach petals in between, skipping over Yanbei's tomb.

It has been a few days since Song Boyi returned to the capital, and the capital is still bustling with street vendors hawking, children playing in the street, and a young woman from someone's family looking at her sweetheart from the window on the second floor.

Song Boyi only drooped his head, like a dead leaf out of season, lifeless.

"Ah, Mr. Song, you are back."

While in a trance, whoever called out beside Song Boyi with some surprise, Song Boyi turned his head and looked over.

"Our master has been looking for you for a long time." The person who spoke was a servant of the Qin family, and Song Boyi recognized him.

"En." Song Boyi only responded lightly, and then said after a moment of pause: "Tell him that I'm back, and go find him in the next few days."

"Success, I'll go back and tell my master." The servant said, saluted Song Boyi and left.

Now the man went back and told Qin Yi, Qin Yi frowned, always felt that Song Boyi's words were a bit strange, so he asked with gestures: "Is that what he told you?"

"Yes, that's all." The servant nodded.

Qin Yi nodded, and waved the servant away.

"Where do you think he has been these days?" Mo Zijin asked.

Qin Yi shook his head, with a somewhat helpless expression on his face, "It's likely that he has found some new place to vent his desire."

Mo Zijin smiled and asked, "Is he so unbearable in your heart?"

Qin Yi was taken aback by Mo Zijin's question. After a moment of silence, he smiled disdainfully and said, "Almost."

Mo Zijin turned his head and looked outside the door.

Three days later, Song Boyi stepped into the Qin Mansion. Seeing him coming in, Qin Yi didn't show any surprise on his face, but just glanced at him coldly, and continued to sort out the scrolls in his hand.

Song Boyi was also used to his attitude, so he shook his head and said to Mo Zijin first, "Brother Mo, I haven't seen you for a long time."

Mo Zijin just smiled, poured a cup of hot tea and handed it to Song Boyi.

"Tell me, where have you been these days." Qin Yi sighed, put the things in his hands aside, and gestured to Song Boyi.

"Where do you think I can go?" Song Boyi took the tea, sat on the chair and replied with a wicked smile.

Qin Yi supported his head with his hands, frowned at Song Boyi, his expression was not happy.

Song Boyi took a sip of tea, put the teacup aside, and continued: "Actually, I went to see off an old friend. He collapsed from drinking too much, so I went to accompany him for the last journey. It's hard for you Still thinking about me."

Qin Yi frowned even more, and gestured: "Old friend, what old friend do you have?"

Song Boyi laughed twice, but turned his head to look at Mo Zijin, and said quietly: "Brother Mo, I told you to take care of yourself, but you didn't listen to me, so don't hate me for what I do later .”

Mo Zijin looked at Song Boyi and blinked in confusion.

The expression on Song Boyi's face was calm, and he turned to Qin Yi again, and said with a smile, "The old friend is Yanbei."

Qin Yi was stunned, his right hand trembled slightly, and he forgot to breathe for a moment.Mo Zijin was also stunned, suddenly a sense of fear gradually filled his heart.

After a while, Qin Yi smiled, and gestured: "You are so confused outside, you should ask Wu Xun to show you your mind."

"I've been confused all my life." Song Boyi got up slowly, walked in front of Qin Yi, propped up the table and said word by word: "I foolishly saved Yan Bei who was ordered to be executed by you, foolishly Drowning a beggar and bringing him in front of you, then foolishly hiding Yanbei for seven years without telling you a single word."

Qin Yi stared at Song Boyi's words with wide eyes. Every word in these words was a level of purgatory for him. Qin Yi never thought that Yanbei was still alive in a place he didn't know. Years, seven years of deception from him.

Song Boyi looked at Qin Yi's expression, and suddenly felt a little relieved in his heart. This secret had been pressed in his heart for seven years, and it was too painful for him. Song Boyi wanted Qin Yi to experience this feeling too.

Song Boyi paused, and then said: "Qin Yi, you say I'm confused, but look at yourself. In order to attract Mo Zijin, you exchanged that piece of jade, and you wanted to keep Yanbei's thoughts. , and kept Mo Zijin by your side, are you not confused at all?"

Listening to these words, Mo Zijin lowered his head and smiled wryly. He finally figured out a little bit of these things. He suddenly remembered the word "No" written by Qin Yi on the paper, every stroke was so clear .

He took out his heart for the word "no".

Qin Yi stared at Song Boyi, took a long time to regain his senses, and asked Song Boyi with trembling hands: "Is he dead?"

Song Boyi curled up his lips and smiled, "He's dead, he didn't leave a word for you until the end."

Qin Yi smiled and stared fiercely, "I don't believe it."

Song Boyi straightened up, smiled and said, "Believe it or not, it doesn't matter to me anymore."

After Song Boyi finished speaking, he turned his head and glanced at Mo Zijin. Mo Zijin's face was calm, but he just smiled palely at Song Boyi, that smile was like that of a patient who had just passed through the gate of hell a few times.

Song Boyi lowered his eyes, he couldn't bear to look at Mo Zijin again, turned around and left the Qin Mansion without leaving another word.

There was a bang, and there was a thunder outside the door.

Qin Yi remained motionless on the chair for a long time, until it was almost dark when he got up suddenly, without looking at Mo Zijin, he walked straight out of the mansion.

He knew that Song Boyi had set up a tomb for Yan Bei, on the mountain outside the city.

He knew it, but he had only been there twice to see it from a distance. He always thought that Yan Bei was lying in that tomb and had already turned into dry bones. He always thought that Yan Bei was gone.

The spring rain came quickly, and the ground was so loud that the tombstone engraved with Yan Bei's name was washed away by the rain, and the words on it were almost unclear.

It was completely dark, but Qin Yi was digging bit by bit beside Yanbei's tomb with his hands, while Mo Zijin held an umbrella for him, didn't speak, just watched silently.

Qin Yi didn't know how long he had been digging until he finally found the coffin buried under the soil, and no matter how much blood or mud was on his fingers, he pushed the coffin lid away with all his might.

Inside the coffin, there was only a pile of weeds, which exuded an unpleasant smell.

Qin Yi grabbed a handful of weeds and squeezed them hard, his fingers aching.

Mo Zijin moved the umbrella over Qin Yi's head again, while he himself stood in the rain, drenched all over.He looked at Qin Yi for a long time, and finally walked over and stood beside him, gently holding his bloody hand, and hugging that hand in his arms.

Mo Zijin gave up, he loves Qin Yi, but he no longer expects him to have feelings for him, because he knows that Qin Yi has always been unable to let Yanbei go.

That's all, that's enough.

That day, Qin Yi was dragged back to the Qin Mansion by Mo Zijin. The first thing Qin Yi did when he returned to the Qin Mansion was to send a few servants to find Song Baoyi. If you want to ask, there are too many things you want to know, but Song Boyi will never tell him these things again.

The servants sent by Qin Yi came back at dawn, and they were all drenched by the rain, their hair was still dripping, standing in front of Qin Yi, they said in a trembling voice: "Master , Mr. Song is gone."

It turned out that after Song Boyi came out of Qin's house, he went to Yicui Tower to have fun as usual, and finally picked a good-looking girl and hugged her to the bed.

No one thought much about it, because Song Boyi used to be like this, but no one would know how much suffering was hidden under his unrestrained appearance. Neither was what he wanted.

Song Boyi plundered the girl crazily that night, and the house was lit with aphrodisiac incense again, and the sex came in wave after wave, and finally reached the limit, exhausted all his blood, and died in the arms of the girl.

According to that girl, when Song Boyi was about to die, she vaguely said something like: "You wait for me..."

It's just that no one knows who the words are for.