The blood of the dust and evil in the chaotic world dyes the red lotus

Chapter 64 If you are old with the king, count the long life

Empty room, only two people...

Everything is quiet, the gray atmosphere surrounds the whole body, the two of them silently describe the moments of time, intoxicated in the dreamland of only each other, once drunk, drunk for a long time, so drunk that they forget who they are... …

Cang Ye was lying beside Chu Dan, and he would not leave unless necessary, so most of the time they stayed together in this closed space.

The teacups on the table were steaming, and they were replaced one after another.

The dark room is still lit even in the daytime, and the red tears of the candles are dripping, flowing silently like the passing years.

Cang Ye turned sideways and looked at Chu Dan from time to time, looking at the familiar eyebrows and eyes, like a big dream, with flowers falling in spring and autumn, figures swaying, five years of love, like settled dust, accumulated on his body. In the depths of my heart... between the eyebrows, eyes, and hearts, there is only room for Chu Dan after all.

Chu Dan was still asleep, like a red candle burning on a candlestick, his life was gradually withering along with the imprint on his chest.

……

At the turn of spring and summer in the warm sun, Chu Dan began to fall into a deep sleep again. This kind of scene reminded Cang Ye of that dark passage, of the bright red blooming between Chu Dan's legs in the wooden fence, the bustling In Kyoto, those purgatory days...

As his thoughts flowed, Cang Ye couldn't help stretching out his fingertips again, tracing Wushuang, who belonged only to Chu Dan, through the cold air.

Cang Ye didn't get up slowly until she felt the internal power of other people getting closer, and before leaving, she looked at the sleeping Chu Dan, Cang Ye leaned over, pulled the quilt for him, and gently kissed Chu Dan's forehead.

……

There was finally news of the red mark on Chu Dan's chest, and Shadow rushed back from the Western Regions non-stop.It's just that the news they brought back was like a basin of cold water, almost extinguishing all of Cang Ye's hopes.

When he came back, Cang Ye's footsteps were deep and shallow, and every step he took seemed to be stepping into his flesh and blood.

The tranquilizing incense is still burning silently, overflowing with bitterness and desolation.

Cang Ye looked at the man whose eyes were still closed on the bed, and casually sat on the low stool beside the bed, letting his heart sink.

Time is like a carving knife, stroke by stroke, stroke by stroke, so clearly and slowly engraving the shape of sadness, engraved in Cang Ye's heart, with a deep heartache.

Grief comes and goes in a trance, vaguely returning to a year ago, in the small courtyard in front of the court, fallen leaves fell all over the ground desolately.

At that time, Chu Dan was dressed in single clothes, sitting on the wooden railing around the garden. At that time, he was still ethereal, like a falling leaf, and he didn't know which day he would go with the wind.

It's just Chu Dan, when he looked back, his eyebrows were lowered and his smile was so clearly reflected in Cang Ye's eyes, he poured out his whole life, only wishing that this smile would stay forever, only looking at him until his hands turned white.

Sad thoughts are still drifting away, how long has passed...

Chu Dan woke up and stood up as if startled by a dream.

The huge room was eerily quiet, Chu Dan frowned, and slowly stretched out his slender hands to the other half of the bed beside him...

……no one……

Chu Dan's eyes dimmed, and he raised his head slightly, his clear eyes stared at the curtain lazily.

The yellow halo dotted the lonely figure in the tent, taking care of Chu Dan's handsome face.

After a long time...it seemed to be in pain, I stretched out my hand to cover my chest, and stood alone quietly.

Chu Dan leaned against the side of the bed, indifferently counting the time dripping like water, the time was long, until a tear slipped from the corner of Chu Dan's eye, along his porcelain-like face, and quickly slid down to his chin , finally, hidden in the brocade quilt.

The moment the tears fell, a wave of broken sorrow also fell in Cang Ye's heart.

On this day, he was silent, hiding in the darkness, and saw Chu Dan's loneliest posture.At this moment, my heart throbbed so painfully that every breath and every breath brought a strong soreness, the pain pierced into the bottom of my heart and cut into my flesh.

He fell in love with such a person who hurts his heart, but he couldn't give him peace, and couldn't exchange his smile and worry-free life.

……

The stored alchemy was like smoke, ethereal in the sea of ​​clouds, leaving Cang Ye with a lonely figure, but Cang Ye, after all, did not become the blue sky and let him sway.

All he can give is a prison, and what he can fight to get rid of is to desperately keep him and turn the tide. If he can't keep him, he can only give up his life and walk away with him...

The incense is not extinguished, and the bitterness is abnormal.

The sunlight broke through the iron window and climbed in, but it couldn't illuminate the lonely figures of the two.

……

This time, Cang Ye was silent with him, no hug, no sound, just looked at him quietly.

In the world of two people, there is no talk, no talk, but at this moment, he and he who are in love, with two bitter hearts, are crying the same.