late snow

Zhan Hua looked at the wooden sign in his hand and said, "This is Sanskrit."

"What's written on it?" Ji Huai sat beside him and looked at it.

Zhan Hua straightened his back, did not dodge, and put the wooden sign back in his hand, "I don't understand."

Ji Huai said in disbelief, "Aren't you a monk?"

"Fake." Zhan Hua's voice was slightly depressed, "It's just that this identity——"

"Believable?" Ji Huai looked at his hairless head.

Zhan Hua: "..."

The fake monk, who was already depressed, looked even more depressed.

Ji Huai hurried to find love, "This is also very handsome."

Zhan Hua said: "Go to the monastery tomorrow and ask."

Ji Huai nodded, "Then let's rest early tonight."

The two fell silent at the same time.

There was a trace of subtle embarrassment in the silence, it was obviously just an ordinary conversation, but it made people feel inexplicably uncomfortable.

After a while, the candles were extinguished.

Ji Huai was lying on the bed, feeling uncomfortable in every part of his body. He opened his eyes and looked at the dark top of the bed, and suddenly said to the people around him: "When I was young, I was in poor health and often fell ill. I really wanted to be like my brothers and let my mother accompany you. I sleep."

"But she never agreed." His voice lowered, "She always told me, just bear it."

Zhan Hua closed his eyes and did not speak.

"But every time I hear her say that, I feel very sad." Ji Huai said slowly: "The pain is unbearable, but if you don't say it, others don't know."

"Ji Huai," Zhan Hua said suddenly, "Stop talking."

So Ji Huai fell silent, and held Zhan Hua's hand in the dark.

After a long time, Zhan Hua squeezed his fingers into his.

In the darkness, the two people intertwined their fingers, like a temporary peace negotiation between the two warring parties.

It hurts, Zhan Hua thought.

He never talked about it with others, because it would be useless to say it, and it would make him feel cowardly and incompetent, so it would be better to behave calmly.

Ji Huai always likes to show her sadness and pain, even if no one cares about her.

But for a moment, they were also in the dark, with their fingers clasped together, sympathetic to each other.

-

The next day.

suburban temple.

The old abbot held the wooden sign, looked at the Sanskrit writing on it, and said, "This is a suicide note."

Ji Huai and Zhan Hua looked at each other, and Zhan Hua said, "Please tell me."

"My father, Ji Ming, was murdered by a traitor. Doves have occupied the magpie's nest for more than [-] years. I came here to search for my father's bones. However, my manpower is humble. Today, he died of poison and sank to the bottom of the bone lake. I hope that the descendants of my Ji family will cleanse their blood and return to the end of the night." Come." The abbot said: "This is roughly what it means. Many characters are Chinese characters that have been deformed, mixed with Sanskrit. At first glance, they do look alike."

Ji Huai's face was extremely ugly.

My father, Ji Ming, was murdered by a traitor, and doves occupied the magpie's nest for more than twenty years.

Ji Yu died 21 years ago, that is to say, the real Ji Ming died as early as 40 years ago.

The dove occupies the magpie's nest.

Relying on Ji Ming's identity, Zhao Jian stayed in Jifu for more than 40 years, and even raised his only son in Jifu.

Zhao Jian said in the letter that Grandma Ji was not his biological mother, but the old people in the house have seen Grandma Ji conceived in October, so where did the real Ji Qi go?

Zhao Jianjiu occupies the magpie's nest.

Why isn't he Ji Huai?

Ji Huai held the wooden sign tightly, and suddenly felt sick in his stomach.

He occupied the identity and life that should belong to another person, and lived for 21 years without any worries.

The abbot had kind eyebrows and kind eyes, seeing the serious expressions of the two people in front of him, he said: "You two benefactors, each has his own fate, so don't worry about appearances."

Ji Huai forced a smile and said, "Thank you abbot."

Zhan Hua remained silent.

The two left, the old abbot looked at their backs and sighed.

"Master, why are you sighing?" The young monk who served tea next to him asked curiously.

The old abbot shook his head, "Both of them are people who refuse to admit defeat, and they will always bump into each other."

"Why didn't Master remind them?" The little monk was puzzled.

"Ruthless is always trapped by passion." The old abbot shook his head.

"I don't understand." The little monk couldn't help but sighed.

"I don't understand either." The old abbot flicked his little bald head and laughed.

-

Coming out of the temple on the outskirts of the city, Ji Huai kept his expression solemn, frowning tightly.

Zhan Hua said: "Don't worry about it yourself, you don't know about this matter, so I can't blame you."

"My name, identity, and family belong to another person," Ji Huai said: "My father killed his grandfather, even his father, and occupied Ji's family for more than forty years, and I also robbed everything of the real Ji Qi , how can you not blame me?"

Zhan Hua looked down at the snow on the side of the road. When the sun came out, the snow turned into dirty muddy water. He said in a deep voice, "Then what do you do?"

Ji Huai pursed his lips, "I don't know if the real Ji Qi is still alive, if he is still alive—"

"I should give him back everything that belongs to him."

There is thick snow piled up under the trees, and the willow branches in winter are slack, cutting the cold white sky into irregular shapes, and they stand erect in the cold wind.

The boots stepped on the ground, stained with a thick layer of mud, and the hem of the clothes was also soaked by the splashed snow.

Zhan Hua said: "You don't have to be like this, maybe he doesn't care."

Under the warm winter sun, Ji Huai smiled at him and said, "You're not Ji Qi, how do you know he doesn't care? Killing father and relatives is a feud, if I really meet him, I'm afraid I will pay him with his life."

Zhan Hua remained silent.

Ji Huai suddenly murmured, "It's better not to meet me, I regret my life. Don't be Ji Qi, otherwise how can I bet with you? I'm afraid you will let me die by then, and I will feel so guilty that I will wash my neck and hand it over." .”

Zhan Hua reached out and pinched the back of his neck, "What the hell are you talking about?"

Ji Huai couldn't help shrinking his neck, and put his hands into his sleeves, "It's really too cold on you, it will be comfortable to hug you in summer."

Zhan Hua coughed dryly: "Ji Huai, you are becoming more and more unreserved."

After Ji Huai finished speaking, he realized what Meng Lang said. He couldn't help being embarrassed, but he didn't let go of his hand. There were not many people on the road in the suburbs, but he still leaned into Zhan Hua's ear and whispered: "I really thought about it." .”

Zhan Hua's eyes were a bit annoyed, his ears were almost red in the cold wind, but his face was still expressionless.

Ji Huai said strangely: "Why didn't you see you being so reserved when you kissed me?"

Zhan Hua continued to walk forward, but now he refused to talk to him directly.

Ji Huai Piansheng is a flirtatious person. Others dismiss him, but if he ignores him, he will become more excited, especially when the "other" is Zhan Hua, no matter whether he is chasing him or loving him. Ignore the answer, he is very enthusiastic.

So he caught up with Zhan Hua and asked with a smile, "Zhan Hua, are you guilty?"

Unexpectedly, before he finished speaking, he was grabbed by the waist and flew up. After a few leaps, he landed in the depths of the willow forest beside the road.

Ji Huai looked at the desolate and scattered scenery around him in a daze, "What are you doing here?"

Zhan Hua grabbed his chin and kissed him.

The snow in the forest is thick and there are few people. It is white when you look at it, and the crisscross branches in the willow forest tremble slightly in the cold wind.

The mist exhaled was fleeting, and it was clearly a cold winter day when the snow was melting, but Ji Huai's forehead and nose were covered with fine beads of sweat.

He was a little out of breath, and stretched out his hand to support Zhan Hua's waist, and he pushed him against the tree.

Zhan Hua's cold and handsome eyebrows are especially good-looking in the snow and warm sun. He stared at Ji Huai with deep eyes, and answered his previous question, "I'm not reserved to show you when I come here."

Ji Huai couldn't help laughing, the corners of his brows and eyes were full of carefree smiles, he didn't know which nerve he poked, and he laughed until his forehead was on his shoulder.

Zhan Hua put his hand into his cloak, squeezed his waist hard, and said in a muffled voice, "What are you laughing at?"

"I laughed... Last night, in the dead of night, you, a gentleman, wished you could become a real monk." Ji Huai said with a smile: "Now the sky is bright and the day is bright, but you want to drag me to hang out in this wild forest."

Zhan Hua was so annoyed by his teasing that he pressed him against a tree and refused to let him get up.

Ji Huai's strength was not as strong as his, so he could only give in to him, bent his eyes and said: "Hey, well, I won't laugh anymore, just stop laughing."

Zhan Hua lowered his head and kissed the corner of his mouth, then bit him angrily, but it didn't break through.

Ji Huai covered the corner of his mouth in pain, "Are you a dog?"

"I'm a pig." Zhan Hua replied solemnly.

Ji Huai: "..."

After fighting for a long time, Ji Huai was sweating all over, leaning lazily on the tree and squinting his eyes to look at the sun, he poked Zhan Hua's waist and said, "I'd rather be made a medicine primer by you in the end, and I don't want to be on the sidelines with you." What kind of blood feud."

Zhan Hua looked at him with lowered eyes, with an unclear look in his eyes.

"If one day I am willing to die, it must be because of my deep love." Ji Huai smiled and said to him, "It's not that I owe you."