Da Deyun

The hall master has been exhausted for the past two days. He hadn't been able to recuperate well because of his injuries in Tianjin City, so he rushed to lead the troops back to King Jingqin, and then the academy was extremely busy because of the New Year's Eve.Recently, I have been busy with performing arts after the Spring Festival, and the 20th Anniversary Celebration in the near future, so my body has not been able to relax.

Yuxi had just been buried, and he had barely rested in the academy for half a day, and it was time for Old Qin to wake up.Sure enough, after halfway through the night, Jiuliang came back to look for him, and what he said was as expected.

Lao Qin wanted to see him.

"Go and wash up, and rest early." The hall master drank the cup of tea in front of him, stood up and was about to go out.

"I'll go with you." Jiu Liang frowned and also stood up, drooping his head in an aggrieved look, and grabbed the corner of the hall master's clothes.

The hall master met his eyes, which were slightly swollen and bloodshot.It looked like I cried.

"Be obedient." Maybe it's because the heart is too heavy, the hall master's smile is a little stiff; he patted Jiuliang's hand comfortingly, and said: "I'll be back soon, you can go see Lao Qin tomorrow."

"I know he'll be fine." Jiu Liang shook his head and said, "Brother Meng, he...he's really sad."

Without Yuxi, he lost his soul and lost his heart. He couldn't listen to anything. If he blamed you or said something hurtful, don't take it to heart.

"I don't know him yet." The hall master smiled meaninglessly, signaling Zhou Jiuliang to rest assured, then turned and went out.

Of course Zhou Jiuliang knew that the hall master would not blame Lao Qin. .What he was worried about was that Lao Qin said hurtful things in a hurry, which would chill the heart of the hall master.

Brother Meng, you have a soft heart, and your eye sockets are the shallowest.

He has always been a very good elder brother and treats Qitang's younger brothers well. Sometimes he speaks impudently and rudely to him, but he never gets angry.

Some people are like this, they don’t make trouble for others and they always take care of others, but they hold back their own thoughts about everything, a few words can make their eyes red, and their hearts are very soft.

It's late at night, so cool.

Lao Qin was leaning against the wall under the cut-out window in a thin coat, and the white moonlight fell on the palm of his hand along the window lattice.

The hall master entered the room, met the eyes of Danan who was standing by, and tilted his head to signal him to go back and rest first.

Danan bit her lip. .He looked at Lao Qin, finally let out a low-pitched sigh, and walked out.

He will sigh too.

The hall master felt a little depressed; the last few children had grown up, and they would sigh.He and Yun Lei tried their best to stop all the cruel blood shadows, but in the end they failed to keep their young hearts.

This man is going to grow up.

The hall master walked to the couch beside him, took the thin blanket from above, walked to the cut-out window, knelt down and covered Qin Xiaoxian with the thin blanket.

"What about her?"

Qin Xiaoxian's voice was deeper than usual, and the words in his throat were so heavy that he could hardly hear the words clearly.

The hall master watched and remained silent.

"Where did you take her!" He couldn't maintain his calm again, he grabbed the hall master's collar with red eyes, and gritted his teeth to hold back his almost collapsed emotions.

"It's safe in the ground." The hall master said every word, calmly and indifferently, as if he was talking about what he had for dinner.

She is such a good person, she can't die in peace because of you.

"Give her back to me," he said.

"Give her back to me," he said.

"Give her back to me..." He cried like a child.

No, he was originally a child.

"Old Qin." The hall master hugged him, raised his hand and gently patted his shoulder, his eyes were empty: "She is gone, and will never come back."

"We're not married yet, and she's not married to me yet." He frowned, bit the corner of his lips and shook his head vigorously, trying to deny such words.

How could she not be here.

"Give her back to me!" he yelled hysterically.

"If you hadn't put medicine leaves in the charcoal fire, how could she not be here!"

"Give her back to me!"

This is a trick like a child's play, and he would definitely notice it on weekdays, but this time his heart and eyes are full of Yuxi's quiet appearance.Lying in his arms silently with a pale face, no matter what he said, he couldn't hear her answer, so quiet that he couldn't even breathe.

I can't hear her shout again, Brother Xuan.

The moment he closed his eyes, he was full of anticipation in his heart, hoping to see her playing the pipa under the tung tree, turning around and smiling at him, trotting over and throwing himself into his arms.

"She wishes you well," said the hall master.

After Lao Qin fell asleep, he went into the room and hugged Yuxi himself. When he lowered his head, he felt that her face was very peaceful, and there was a faint smile on her mouth, as if she was just asleep.Taking a closer look, I felt that the brows were a little tight. .Like something I couldn't let go of.

Maybe it was all a mistake, but the hall master thought, she must also hope that Lao Qin can be well.

"If you continue to do this, then you will never want to know where she is for the rest of your life." The hall master looked into Qin Xiaoxian's eyes, and said resolutely and extremely cruel words, word by word.

"We can't watch you die, we can only watch you live worse than death."

"If you have to torture yourself to death without eating, drinking, or sleeping, then let me tell you, I won't bury you with her after death."

Life is different bed, death is different point.

"Meng Hetang!"

The two looked at each other, their faces were red.

Qin Xiaoxian didn't start a fight with his brother Meng, he knew that even if he did, he would definitely do whatever Meng Hetang could say.

"you…"

"How can you!"

He grabbed the Hall Master by the collar. .I hated him so much, bumped and bumped and finally fell down powerlessly.

"You know she wants you to be well." The hall master softened his voice and held his hand: "She hopes that you will be safe and successful, marry a wife, have children and start a family."

"How can you make her uneasy if you love her so much?"

"Start a family and start a career?" He raised his head and laughed endlessly, with bursts of cold air seeping into the pit of his neck.

"Ha ha ha ha--"

He smiled, the corners of his lips were bloodshot, and tears fell from the corners of his eyes.

"Before going to Rongcheng, Master said that this is a rare opportunity," he suddenly stopped laughing, looking forward with empty eyes, recalling.

"It's a rare opportunity for us to practice. If we get it, we will be famous all over the world. If we miss it, we will not humiliate our teacher."

"We won."

"In Rongcheng's first civil war in a century, we won the leader."

"Seven Halls of Deyun, famous in the north of Zhili."

"And then?" He came out of the memory, looked at Meng Hetang, and smiled mockingly: "We won, and then what? You tell me and then!"

"She's gone, she's gone!"

He burst into tears, heartbroken.

"I wasn't there when she was assassinated!"

"I wasn't there when she fell off the cliff!"

"She was seriously ill and disfigured. I wasn't there when she was dying!"

The hall master pressed his shoulders and tried hard to comfort him, but helplessly he could only listen to his hysterical questioning and self-blame one after another.

"What's the use of the leader? Can you give me back Yuxi!"

I knew today. .At that time, he should have disobeyed the teacher's orders and stayed in Shengjing to protect her. Even if he died, he could be with her. It was better than her alone on the sickbed, tortured night after night.

I don't want to be famous all over the world. .I don't want that leader either, I just want to watch Tonghua with her.

"It's not your fault, it's not your fault." The hall master coaxed over and over again, comforting in a low voice.

Lao Qin was different from other children, he kept thinking about things to himself, and the more he thought about it, the more he got into a dead end and couldn't get out; the hall master was afraid that he would put him in shackles for the rest of his life.

Lao Qin didn't speak, just lowered his head and clenched his palms, then loosened them, clenched them again, and repeated several times.

His white moonlight is gone.

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"I know better than anyone that you're gone." ~.