Kuaishou: After the failure of the male protagonist of Duhua

Although Lu Qing wanted to explain very much at this moment, it was really not his wish, but he still forcefully gave Qin Shiyuan the words from his throat. Now it is already crooked enough, and he can't have another abused physique now.

However, the guilt in Lu Qing's heart did not dissipate.

Days, as always.

Qin Shiyuan stayed by Lu Qing's side all the time, except when the elixir was used up.

Lu Qingxiao's body was indeed broken. Even with the nourishment of the elixir every day, in the last ten years, Lu Qing's body was still getting worse day by day, and his body was good and bad, which was about the same as that of ordinary people in sixty or seventy.

Every time Qin Shiyuan fell asleep after Lu Qing fell asleep, he would stand by Lu Qing's bed and look at Lu Qing with sadness in his eyes.

He has tried countless methods, just like Elder Su said, there are some things that really cannot be reversed.Even though he is different from ordinary people in cultivating immortals, this world always has his rules.If he insisted on being tough, it would only make Lu Qingshen even more broken. At that time, this person would have nothing but his soul scattered.

The only thing he can do now is to stay by Lu Qing's side and spend the rest of his time with him.

Every time Qin Shiyuan saw Lu Qing's smiling face at him, Qin Shiyuan couldn't stop feeling sad from the bottom of his heart.In this regard, Lu Qing comforted him again and again.

It was obvious that Lu Qing was the one who was about to die, but he wanted Lu Qing to comfort Qin Shiyuan instead.

On the day Lu Qing left, Taoyuan was as quiet as ever.

Not even the wind.

Lu Qing lay on the rocking chair, looked at the pink in the yard, and gradually closed his eyes.

Qin Shiyuan looked at the person on the rocking chair with his eyes closed quietly, his eyes turned red.

Another year of snow.

For the first time, the peach blossoms in Taoyuan all withered.

Qin Shiyuan stood in front of the house, looking at the raised tomb not far in front of the house.

His eyes were red and bloodshot, and his face was full of vicissitudes, tired, and his jaw was covered with a beard.

For the first time, her thin lips became without a trace of blood.

Especially the hair that was originally full of black hair has now turned into white hair.

Bai Xue fell on Qin Shiyuan's body, fell into the top of the hair, soaked into the hair, fell on the skin, and penetrated into the inside through the skin.

Qin Shiyuan didn't notice it at all.

After a long time, he exhaled heavily, and the exhaled breath turned into white mist, and finally dissipated in the air.

Qin Shiyuan blinked.

The fundus of the eyes gradually became moist.

Thin lips lightly open:

"Master, I miss you so much..."

It has been almost a year since the master left him, but he felt as if it was still yesterday.

The master's eyebrows and eyes, bit by bit, stroke by stroke, are still very clear in his mind, especially when the master looks at him, the look in the eyes makes Qin Shiyuan linger for the rest of his life , but only in the bottom of my heart.

In the year since his master left, he was drunk every day. They said that drinking to drown his sorrows could numb himself, but Qin Shiyuan didn't feel it at all.

But he didn't reject it, he could only see his master when he was drunk.Only when he is drunk can he feel that his master has not left, and is still by his side, and will guard him as always, gently caressing his cheek with warm palms, getting angry with him, and urging him repeatedly. He is not allowed to drink so much wine next time.

But every time he woke up, facing the empty room, his heart began to ache violently, piercing his heart, piercing into his lungs.Many times, he very much hoped that the person who died would be him, and he really couldn't live without his master.

However, no matter how sad he was, Qin Shiyuan still smiled at the tombstone in front of him.

His master loves his smile the most, every time he smiles, no matter how angry his master is, it will dissipate.

"Master, this winter is not as beautiful as before. I have withdrawn my spiritual power, and the peach blossoms have all withered. Master, will you be angry?"