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

The next day, the two of them woke up very early. Yuan Xiu changed Chu Dan into black clothes, light and warm tones, handsome and indifferent cheeks, and the inextricable coldness and sadness between his brows. of stunning beauty.

Looking at him, who couldn't hide his light, Yuan Xiu's gloomy expression eased a little, and he ordered his servants to get ready to wait, and then picked up Chu Dan and got into the carriage.

They went to the south of the Yangtze River that Chu Dan longed for, but...it's already autumn...the lotus flowers are withering.

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After driving for half a month, the future is boundless, and the Jiangnan in the dream has become a reality.

The place where I settled was a small courtyard in the south of the Yangtze River, a house with high walls and blue tiles, an exquisite courtyard, a stone table, and a stone road...

After packing everything up, the two of them lay on the bed and rested for a while, the afternoon sun warmly fell on the house and yard, and shone on Chu Dan's fair face, reflecting a dazzling soft light.

Looking at that suffocatingly beautiful face, Yuan Xiu's expression deepened, and his fingertips stroked Chu Dan's cheek, "I have no regrets in locking you in this life", Yuan Xiu said and laughed, Looking at Chu Dan's dark eyes turning faintly, but he still couldn't find where his eyes landed, he suddenly remembered that Chu Dan... couldn't see...

...Do you want him to see it... Forget it...

Thinking of this, Yuan Xiu frowned, and hugged him beside him, "After driving such a long way, I fell asleep..." Before he finished speaking, Yuan Xiu closed his eyes, leaving Chu Dan alone, distracted Eyes looking for possible gleams...

One stroke paints the south of the Yangtze River, the beauty of the West Lake, hundreds of alleys, thousands of miles of smoke and clouds, and ten miles of green pavilions.

The beauty of Jiangnan is the most charming, real and lovely, and reveals the leisurely elegance of literati.

Swimming along the clear water of the West Lake all day long, Yuan Xiu finally took Chu Dan out of the house.

The so-called smoke and rain in the south of the Yangtze River is indeed true, the smoke gathers the long street, and the smoke from the kitchen clears.

It's just that Chu Dan's body is too weak, so he can only go out in a carriage.When he arrived at the shore of the West Lake, sitting in the long pavilion after the rain, it was Cang Ye's promise to him to indifferently join hands in the future.

However, Chu Dan can't see this beautiful scenery, and Yuan Xiu will not let him see it for his expectation. Those soul-stirring eyes are too deceiving. If he is not careful, Chu Dan may escape , then, so be it...

Let it be, let it be... Too many compromises, too many grievances, made Chu Dan's suffering soaked in the desolation of the years.

It's just that Yuan Xiu refused to give it, and Chu Dan wouldn't take it either.

On this day, the beautiful man sat in the depths of the pavilion, looking down at the plainness like smoke, the passing past, and trying to understand the bricks, tiles, plants and trees in the south of the Yangtze River, but he didn't know that these sufferings should not belong to he.

However, the drunken dream in his heart seemed to come true, and he was so satisfied that he didn't care about anything.

The two exchanged a few words, Yuan Xiu had a pot of strong wine, and Chu Dan a cup of tea, but it was a peace and plainness that had never been experienced in this life.

But they didn't see that lonely figure, concealing his inner strength, standing in the distance and watching, also holding a pot of strong wine in his hand, drunk to relieve thousands of worries.

Cang Ye, following Yuan Xiu's whereabouts, came to Jiangnan where Chu Dan yearned for.

In fact, love has never gone far, and vows have never been forgotten.What he owes Chu Dan, he will spend his whole life to pay it back.

But what Cang Ye didn't know was that Chu Dan had already fallen into a dream.His smile to Yuan Xiu, his gentle words to Yuan Xiu, his defenselessness, his misty Jiangnan, were so clearly engraved in Cang Ye's heart, with bloody scars.

Thoughts were drifting away, strong wine was in his throat, Cang Ye was still staring at Chu Dan with a stubborn attitude, staring, a big dream...

After the rain, Jiangnan is warm and humid, with hazy mist, ethereal and real, dreamy three thousand, and finally returning to dust.

The longing is silent, only the afterimage of the broken pain can be seen, and it turns into smoke and dust when it hits the ground, nowhere to be found.

Cang Ye traced Chu Dan's appearance from the bottom of his heart, smiling slightly, frowning, and drooping eyes, but more of them were indifferently frozen, that was the inherent posture of Chu Dan after he lost his sight, and it was also the posture that made Cang Ye feel distressed the most, everything, everything, Rubbing in Cang Ye's mind, and then reviewing it day and night...

I promise you Jiangnan, you promise me a lifetime, hand in hand to grow old, and get drunk to clear the shore of the lake...