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

The days flow away with the water, and in a blink of an eye, midsummer is here.

The gloomy green hills and hundreds of trees depend on each other, everything is so fresh.

The red lotus in the pond is blooming, thank you, the prosperity is still there, and no one will remember which flowers have passed away...

As time goes by, loneliness has nowhere to go.

In the depths of the hometown covered by trees, in the lonely cell, there is only one him, waiting alone...

On the big light-colored bed, Chu Dan was lying alone, without Cang Ye or Yichen.He forgot too much, so he couldn't take Chen'er with him.The bloodthirsty red marks on his chest were still blooming, implicating Chu Dan's desire to kill, and what awaited him was only the abyss of eternal doom.

The incense was extinguished, and Cang Ye didn't come home last night.Chu Dan half-opened his eyes, tracing Cang Ye's familiar face in his heart, it was a little blurry, no matter how he thought about it, he still couldn't remember it clearly.

His thoughts went away, and the red mark on his chest was painful.

Stretching out his hand to cover his chest, Chu Dan got up.The half-open plain shirt faintly reveals the blood red on the chest, the pain, the chest hurts, the heart hurts even more, there is no boat at the desolate ferry, and the full of thoughts cannot be taken away.

Caressing the other half of the upper body, Cang Ye's body temperature had already dissipated, Chu Dan's expression darkened, and his beautiful face was stained with a little bit of bitterness, bound in his heart, and his flesh and blood bloomed.

"... Cang Ye... it's agreed to go home at night..." With one word, he expressed his sorrow, and the pain in his chest became more and more unbearable.

Time passed silently, until the last candlestick in the room was extinguished, and Cang Ye hadn't returned yet.Chu Dan stumbled out of bed clutching his chest, with a lonely figure enduring the pain alone.

Even the moonlight can't illuminate the dark room.

Chu Dan groped his way to the table and picked up the teacup on the table.

After dinner, servants are not allowed to enter, and the tea is completely cold.

Chu Dan's hand holding the teacup trembled uncontrollably, trying his best to endure the pain and unscrupulous destruction.

……

It's night, thin clouds cover the moon, and the light brilliance is buried.

The wind was colder, blowing silently.

The humming of cicadas lasted until midnight, and Xia Yu began to fall patteringly.A muffled thunder sounded, exuding a strange and terrifying aura.

The rain is getting heavier and heavier, Chu Dan, are you still waiting...

Time flies, how long has it been?Cang Ye's figure finally appeared in the garden, ignoring the wet clothes and the scarlet blood on his body washed away by the rain, Cang Ye only wanted to see Chu Dan.

The moment the door was opened, the dark interior melted into the desolation of the hometown.

On the dark big bed...no one is there...

At this moment, his throat tightened inexplicably, "Chu Dan" Cang Ye called Chu Dan's name, groped to the bedside, but there was no response, there was no Chu Dan...

No... my heart began to sink, gradually falling to the bottom.

A candlestick was lit, and the yellow halo dissipated in an instant, and the dimly lit candle illuminated the figure of that person.

In the shadows, broken teacups shattered all over the ground, and a few drops of dark red dripped into the fragments of the porcelain cup.

In the depths of the darkness, Chu Dan was leaning on the desk alone, his consciousness gradually drifting away.At the end of the pain, the body was wrapped in damp and cold, Cang Ye hugged Chu Dan almost crazily.

Feeling Cang Ye's strong emotion, Chu Dan's consciousness gradually turned back, his slack eyes still couldn't focus on Cang Ye, he just wanted to see him...he almost forgot...he was afraid...

The five fingers that were cut off by the fragments were solidified dark red, silently caressed Cang Ye's face, and his fingertips cherished the face that he thought about day and night, Chu Dan smiled bitterly.

Without yellow paper in hand, how to write the five years of your life?There is no light in the eyes, so why look at the familiar cheeks of the old people lightly?

Chu Dan was still smiling, without tears, and felt sad.

"An inch of lovesickness leans on the heart, and an inch of lovesickness breaks the distance between old people. Cang Ye, if I forget your face...even if I die, who can wait on the road to Huangquan? If I can't wait for you, these twenty years of wasting, What's the point of paying by mistake?"

……

Chu Dan's clear voice flowed in the darkness, Cang Ye understood that Chu Dan wanted to see him, that beautiful light was taken away by him, Chu Dan was asking him for it, without begging, but let the sadness faint into Cang Ye's heart .

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There was no response, Cang Ye refused.

Chu Dan smiled and pressed against Cang Ye's forehead, his smug smile shattered the afterimage, but what was fixed was the irresistible obsession.

Flicking the fingers, half a lifetime of solitary thoughts, I just want to imprint your face, on the edge of the underworld, I can wait for you to hold your hand, a lovesickness with thousands of knots.

It's just that now, the memory is blurred, and the familiarity of the past is buried by time...but you are gradually walking away...