After wearing the book, the sickly junior brother always plots against me

Recalling the scenes of the past, Xiaoxuan's eyes were filled with tears again. He covered his aching heart and coughed a few more times: "Now you also know that my life is continued in a dirty way. .”

"I'm like this, it's all retribution."

Hua Ming also looked at him sympathetically, and stretched out his hand to pat his slightly trembling shoulder, but he didn't know how to comfort him.

"Do you know when was the last time I saw my parents?"

Hua Ming sighed softly, but as soon as he opened his mouth, he heard the other party say slowly: "My parents are dead."

Hua Ming: "..."

He just wanted to say something, wanted to say that your parents are in good health?

This word...

Thankfully I didn't say it.

"In the second year after I left home, my parents passed away, and Buzhuang went bankrupt."

"They should have a very good old age, but who knows, they will be wrapped in straw mats after death."

Xiao Xuan seldom talked about this with others, even with Chang Xiu, because he didn't want to make Chang Xiu feel guilty.

But when he saw Hua Ming, he was kind for no reason. He just felt that the person in front of him was simple and real. He didn't know when he would die, maybe today or tomorrow, the next job could be the next second.

You can't pretend to be full of pain when you die, and you can't die cleanly.

"Actually, I have met them before. Standing in front of their graves and watching them from afar, I feel unworthy even to offer incense."

Hua Ming frowned. In fact, there was a sentence that he didn't know whether to say or not to say, but he was not a character who could hold back his words, so he coughed dryly: "Actually, I think..."

"So what, do you regret it?"

Xiaoxuan shook his head: "I can't let go of the person until I die, what should I regret?"

Hua Ming didn't say anything anymore. For this kind of person who is obsessed with feelings, the best thing to do is to listen silently and not express opinions.

"I just suspect that he's tired of me."

As soon as the words were finished, there was a knock on the door outside, and the person who came was Chang Xiu in a green robe.

"Why are you still getting up, aren't you afraid of catching cold?"

Chang Xiu hurriedly walked to his side, and held his hand in his sleeve with great distress, with tenderness in his eyes: "Look, your hands are getting cold, I'll help you to lie down for a while." .”

Xiaoxuan smiled bitterly, raised his head, and was in a trance when he spoke: "I'm afraid I won't be able to wake up once I lie down."

"Nonsense again!"

"Brother Xiu, I can't remember how many years we've been together."

Chang Xiu was startled, squatted beside him, held his fingers, put them on the corner of his warm mouth, and breathed lightly: "Why do you ask this question suddenly?"

Hua Ming on the side pursed his lower lips, feeling that he was really bright and dazzling.

His two fingers landed on the table, nodded lightly, and whispered: "How about I go first?"

"do not go."

"If you leave, there will be no one to witness. Who would know that I have been with him all these years?"

Xiaoxuan shook his head: "I'm afraid that once I die, all traces of my existence will be erased."

Chang Xiu frowned, moved closer, put his arms around his waist, and said in a very firm voice, "82 years."

Has it been 82 years? It has been so many years, and the ups and downs have been set again and again.

The old tree withered and sprouted again, the water in the pond was full and dried up again, everything in the world was changing, but what about the human heart?

People's hearts are hard to know, and people's hearts are unfathomable.

Clothes are not as good as old ones, people are not as good as new ones, who can live like a day for decades?

Xiaoxuan's eyes were full of tears, his lips trembled a little, but he still tried his best to calm down his emotions: "There are still three hours left and it will be 82 years."

"It's been so many years, so many years..."

"Brother Xiu, I'm finally going to die, are you happy? No, will you be sad?"

"It's nothing, I'm just kidding, I'm just..."

Chang Xiu stared at him steadfastly, then stroked the tears from the corners of his eyes distressedly, and said slowly: "I won't let you die."

"I will never let you die!"

But Xiaoxuan also stared at him calmly, his pure and clean gaze was the same as that of the young man standing in the rain when he raised his eyes many years ago, his eyes were full of clean green leaves that were about to drop.

The purer it is, the more guilty it is for him.

Why are you guilty?

insincere...

involuntarily...

can't help...

Emphasis on love and righteousness is just a verbal behavior, but the most greedy and cold-blooded in his bones.

Changxiu carried Xiao Xuan to the bed, and patiently tucked him in the quilt. He put his hand on his forehead, and said in a hoarse voice, "Xiao Xuan, you... what do you want to eat, I'll make it for you."

"I want to eat the tomato soup made by Hua Ming."

Hua Ming, who was suddenly cueed, was a little embarrassed, but he still bravely walked forward, only to hear Xiao Xuan say again: "I'm so envious of you."

"I envy you for making an unpalatable soup, and there are still people who can drink it clean."

"How could anyone in the world make such a terrible soup?"

Hua Ming: "??"

"How can there be such a person in the world? It's great, it's great..."

"Go, Hua Ming, go far away."

"I don't want to see you anymore, I hate you."

I envy you, I hate you, but I can never be you, and I can't get the feelings like you.

But I don't regret it, I just hate it, hate myself.

Hua Ming: "??"

What else could Hua Ming say, he could only stride out with a question mark on his head.

But he still vaguely heard: "Brother Xiu, are you afraid that someone will tell the world about our feelings?"

"Are you afraid of being pointed at by them?"

Chang Xiu was silent, and it took a long time before he said: "Who would believe something without evidence, don't be afraid."

"I'm not afraid, I will stand up."

Chang Xiu was silent again, and it took a long time before he said, "Xiao Xuan, don't mess around."

"Well, I was actually joking."

Xiaoxuan didn't dare to close his eyes, he was really uneasy, but when he opened his eyes, he felt extremely bored, he always felt that there were a lot of vengeful spirits wrapping him up, as if he was taking his own life, he thought his retribution was about to come.

It's just that this retribution is not only aimed at him alone, but the entire Nanyuan Villa.

That night, when Hua Ming and the others had just stepped out of the threshold, a group of masked men in black rushed in with long swords.

There were swords and swords, corpses strewn all over the place, Chang Xiu was slashed several times in the back because he was outnumbered, while Xiao Xuan fell to the ground vomiting blood, and stretched his arms helplessly: "Brother Xiu, Brother Xiu..."

And behind the man in black was Zhaohe in white, he raised his eyebrows lazily: "Sure enough, they are the same breed."

"Chang Xiu, if you kill this inhuman thing with your own hands, I won't kill you."