I, Long Jun, am not short!

In Bihai Yuntian, there is no distinction between day and night, and there is no time limit, so that Yan Cijing has been here for hundreds of years, but it feels like only a few years have passed.

However, few people have his calm mood. Most people feel that life is like a year, and a day can last three autumns. In this way, Yan Cijing is probably an alternative.

He is very leisurely, although after entering Bihaiyuntian, he began to put on a cold face that was not pleasing to anyone, but when he thought of Chu Xian, he felt that the time was still easy to pass.

Especially since there is no time limit, he can think about Chu Xian unscrupulously, no matter how long he thinks, he can not only think, but also use anything around him to write and draw anywhere, thank you Chu Xian for teaching him for several years , Yan Cijing's handwriting has a bit of Chu Xian's charm.

From the chivalrous appearance of Chu Xian when we first met, I thought of him waving his sword in all directions with his arms around him.

From him teaching himself how to practice swords and knives, he leaned on his shoulder and told stories laughingly.

From him smiling and teasing girls with a wine glass in the brothel to him wearing a white dress and waving his sleeves on the stage.

From when he lowered his head and rubbed himself to when he finally had to look up at himself.

From his... turning around in high spirits and smiling, to the thought that he was lying on the ground and his keel was broken by someone stepping on him...

From his fluttering smile in his white clothes, he thought that his white clothes were stained red with blood, and his face was pale and weak, making him roll away.

Then You Qi tortured himself and thought over and over again that Chu Xian was lying on the bed and couldn't get up, looking at him with hatred and sadness in his eyes, as well as obvious doubts.

He was always afraid that he would forget Chu Xian's every frown and smile, the concentration of Chu Xian when he frowned slightly, the way Chu Xian's eyebrows fluttered when he smiled, and the sharp eyebrows and aloofness when Chu Xian didn't smile or speak. unreasonable.

He was even afraid that he would forget that day at the edge of the city of Lianhuan, when Chu Xian was trampled under his feet, his white clothes were blood-stained red, he couldn't scream without biting his lips, and in the Heavenly Mercy Hall, Chu Xian's face was pale Looking at him, he raised his hand and crushed his spiritual roots.

I think about it too many times, these things seem to have happened yesterday, and it will always give Yan Cijing a trance illusion. He is a newcomer to Bihaiyuntian. Xianxian still leaned on his shoulder and couldn't stop laughing.

At that time, even he himself was always smiling.

"How about I give you a name, Yan Cijing, Yan Cijing of Zhu Yancijing and Huacishu?"

"Promise with your body, this will be discussed when you grow up. If you want to repay me now, then treat me as..."

"For a while, just hide behind me, don't be afraid, we'll go home after I finish hunting."

"Okay, then I'll teach you, and protect me when you learn it."

"Are you really angry? Don't be angry, I won't leave you alone at home again, okay?"

"Hey, Ci Jing, why do I think you've grown taller?"

"Mr. Long is really good to you. I don't know how it feels to be betrayed by others. Do you know, young master? You wear Miss Yang's bracelet on your body, and you will never escape our palms. Mr. Long was betrayed by us." I owe it to you to catch such an embarrassing situation."

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."

"Shut up and get out."

Yan Cijing raised his eyes and looked forward, behind the barren and dry ground and the flying sand all over the sky, there was a person smiling at him shallowly.

The courtyard outside Lianhuan City is very large and beautiful, facing a lake, it was built completely according to Chu Xian's aesthetics, with rockery corridors, water pavilions and small pavilions, in short, whatever you want.

A part of the lakeside is wrapped into the courtyard, and a semicircular pontoon bridge is formed on the water.Chu Xian was wearing a white dress embroidered with dark silver maple leaf patterns, his long hair was tied up high by a silver headband, and he leaned obliquely on the porch of the pontoon bridge.

With a smile on his lips, holding the Changfeng Sword in his arms, he raised his chin towards the water: "Hey, Ci Jing, did you make a mistake in that step?"

Yan Cijing stood up and looked straight ahead.

"I told you a long time ago that you have to do as I say, but you didn't listen to me, thinking that my footwork is a trick that doesn't work," Chu Xian complained, then pointed at him "The step just now was the lotus step of the left foot, which is right. Do you know what is called a spin? You just stepped over. It's really not for the sake of looking good. The moment you spin over, you can quickly improve your legs. If the toughness It’s better, it’s not a problem to directly sweep across the chest of the person opposite, hey, what’s wrong with Cijing, do you understand?”

At that moment, Yan Cijing heard the sound of the lake being kicked up, and the young boy's awkward voice: "You said it wasn't for looking good, which man would walk in lotus steps!"

Chu Xian hugged the sword and laughed uncontrollably: "Isn't this right in front of your eyes, hey hey hey, what's the matter with you Cijing, what are you looking at me for, look at your knife."

Then he turned over and jumped up, flitting lightly across the lake, with his toes touching the water without causing any ripples, Yan Cijing watched him turn around and spun slightly before half-embracing the red-clothed boy from behind , and personally demonstrated to him what it means to "spin with the left foot lotus step".

The boy Yan Cijing was a little stiff and didn't dare to move, but Chu Xian unconsciously held his hand holding the knife: "Look, I'll demonstrate it to you. It's not that you always turn your head to see what I do, look My hand, did you hear that, Ci Jing?"

"..."

Yan Cijing looked at the exquisite pontoon corridor and the two people hugging each other intimately, Chu Xian still had a smile on his lips, put his white fingers on the young man's hand, tilted his head and whispered something in his ear, and finally The sentence is always "Did you hear that, Ci Jing?"

He felt his teeth trembling slightly, and replied in a very low and light voice: "...I heard it."

Everything suddenly faded away with this sentence, the lake courtyard, the rockery corridor, the waterside kiosk, the water surface of the pontoon bridge, the man in white and the boy in red who were half hugging each other and wielding knives, the gentle laughter and the careful teaching that was almost whispered , all faded away like the tide.

And behind the barren and dry ground and the flying sand all over the sky, no one smiled at him at all.

He was the only one standing alone, with the handwriting written on the ground with a hairpin under his feet. He didn't know what was written in a mess, and the most common ones were "Xianxian" and "Chu Xian".

There is also a line of poetry, "Chu An leisure time no one knows", which is the sentence Chu Xian said when he introduced himself.

This poem is followed by the sentence "Zhu Yan Ci Jing Hua Ci Shu", which seems inexplicably harmonious.

No one knows Chu An's leisure time, and Zhu Yan's speech is from the mirror to the flower from the tree.

"Remember, my name is Chu Xian, Chu An Xian Xian is unknown to Chu Xian, if you don't know how to call me, just call me Xian Xian."

"How about I give you a name, Yan Cijing, Yan Cijing of Zhu Yancijing and Huacishu?"

Yan Cijing stood quietly for a long time, took a deep breath, and slowly sat down again, stroking the word "Chu Xian" with his fingertips lingeringly, as if it was his dream of lovesickness. that face.

There is no Chu Xian here, Chu Xian woke up long ago, he was the only one trapped in a dream and couldn't wake up no matter what.

The one who taught him how to practice calligraphy and knives hand in hand, did not refuse him, promised him with his body, and promised him countless promises, but because his life would be worse than death, he might be tortured by illness for the rest of his life, crushed his spiritual root with his own hands and threw him here. A person named Chu Xian who was extremely disappointed.

He doesn't want him anymore.

Yan Cijing didn't know how long he had been sitting, the cracked and rough ground had torn his fingertips, and a layer of pale blood oozes out, but he continued to stroke those two words as if he had never heard of them.

That was the only meaning of his long and short life.

Yan Cijing suddenly thought of the most serious promise he made to Chu Xian on his birthday.

"I will stay with Xianxian for the rest of my life, whether it is life or death, I will be where you are, even if you are tired of liking others, even if you don't want me, I will not leave you."

But now, this so-called lifetime is still far away, but he has never fulfilled his promise.

It turned out that what separated them was not death, but life.

Huacishu came over at some point, picked up his hand without saying a word, frowned and wiped the dust and blood on his fingertips, looked down at the writing on the ground, and sighed helplessly: "I said Cici , are you stupid?"

Yan Cijing withdrew his hand, covered his fingertips with his sleeve, and asked him coldly: "What's the matter?"

Huacishu avoided the writing in front of him, sat down facing him, and rarely looked at him seriously, with a very serious expression, he turned around vigilantly, and after making sure that no one was there, he leaned forward and approached Yan Cijing In his ear, he lowered his voice and told him.

"I figured out a way out."

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