Changfeng Forced Landing Speed

……flea. "

The young master blushed, and Gao Shan, who was glared at by him, sat there all the time, quiet and difficult to ignore. He didn't seem to want to interrupt people, and he always waited for a while before others finished talking. own words.

"What position do you have to accuse me?"

I knew that Takasugi was using rhetorical questions to avoid the question, but he was already very upset, but there was interest on his face, and then he smiled deliberately to be annoying.

"You only have your sister, and then, young master who ran abroad to escape responsibility, have you forgotten your cowardice? You don't even have the courage to step into the battlefield. You are obviously a person who is not worthy to talk about the battlefield, but now suddenly Do you have the strength to protect a woman again?"

The two men had been talking for a long time, only the lady in the main seat seemed to have never heard of it, and ate quietly by herself.She was holding a simple bun, and her peerless face was not stained with dust. In the midst of the anger, she just said softly: "If the dinner is over, Jingfeng, I think we need to talk about something serious."

The young master who was called was obviously taken aback, and then sat down docilely, but the young lady's first sentence made his expression change slightly.

"I want to ask you, when do you plan to obey the arranged marriage?"

The lady's word is "obey the arrangement".

The young master almost jumped up to answer, his pretty face was full of astonishment: "Why do you have to talk about this kind of thing in front of outsiders, don't sister think it's rude?"

The lady didn't seem to understand, but her black eyes were filled with calmness and parental majesty: "If you are willing to obey, you will marry the daughter of Mr. Takasugi's partner this time. This matter is very important to our family. "

"What about you, sister, don't you ever have to think about your own marriage?"

The words blurted out, and the young master knew he had made a slip of the tongue as soon as he finished speaking, but he obviously wanted to take this opportunity to leave, "I'm in a bad mood today, I'm sorry. Let me leave first."

The young master went straight back to the room without saying a word.

Takasugi suddenly snorted in the silence.

"Xi Chunyu, follow Xiaofeng. Look at what he's doing." The young lady rubbed her brows in trouble, and ordered with her eyes closed.

Holding the stairs upstairs, I was about to go to the young master's room to have a look. At the corner of the stairs, I could faintly hear Takasugi start to talk to the young lady in a low voice.But at this moment, I should obey the order and look at the young master.

Knocked at his door, but no one answered.So I put my ear on the door, knocked again, and asked respectfully, "Are you inside?"

No one answered.But I didn't dare to stroke the beard of the angry young master. I waited a while longer before I put my hand on the doorknob.

"Sorry, I'm in."

The room was still empty.The furnishings in the young master's room are not messed up, it's not what he looked like after he got angry and wreaked havoc.The room was not as dark as before, and I noticed that the window of the master's room was open.The wind blows in from the outside, the moonlight is very clear today, and the curtains are blown wildly by the night wind.

The young master's painting utensils are gone.

With doubts, I walked into the room. I felt that the young master had returned to his room. There should be nothing wrong...

So I poked my head out of the window, and outside the window of the young master's room was the blue tile roof on the lower floor.Because the first floor of the mansion was specially expanded for the banquet, so from the young master's window, there is a large piece of green tiles with a gentle slope.

Today is the full moon, and the young master moved his painting tools and sat a little further away, because he had already set up the painting tools when I was waiting outside.The navy blue satin kimono was softened by the white light of the full moon. The tall and thin young master sat cross-legged, his back a little hunched.

He seemed to be shaking his head mockingly, and called out my name accurately without looking behind him: "Xi Chunyu?"

"It's me, master."

I stood by the window and answered.

"Come here first, come out and sit down." He had already started to lower his head to adjust the color.

I don't know what he wants to say, but he is not very excited, which is different from the very emotional young master I used to know.He sat under the moon, as quiet as the bright moon far away in the sky.

"Master." When I walked up to him carefully and asked him for instructions, he waved me to sit down.

"I don't look very cowardly?"

The young master is holding a slender brush, and the clear white fingers that can flexibly manipulate it seem extraordinarily beautiful.

I could only reply tentatively: "That's just what Mr. Gao Sugi said when he was unhappy, please don't take it to heart."

"No, I really don't dare to go to the battlefield." The young master seemed to be talking about other people's affairs, and his tone was very brisk, denying my comfort.At no moment has he resembled Miss more than now.

Both of them can draw wonderfully while talking to others, as if completely undisturbed by the outside world.I still remember one time, when the young lady was putting the finishing touches on a portrait of a gentleman, she told me to find someone to assassinate the handsome person in the painting.The killing intent in the gentle words was brighter than the red lips she carefully bit.

The young master with a distinct profile under the moonlight is like a handsome figure in an ancient myth.He continued: "I always remember that I am older than Shinsuke Takasugi. He was about to go to the battlefield that year, but I was still painting. Sitting in my room, sitting in a claustrophobic studio, Sitting in my own dream, I keep holding this brush that is so thin that it can be broken in an instant."

"A lot of times I don't know what I'm going to draw. It was the first time Takasugi went to the battlefield, and my sister took out the golden armor for him. The moonlight at the farewell banquet was very good, and it was also the moon like today."

The young master was talking on his own, and he no longer needed my response, he kept talking on his own.

"After he left, I wondered many times, would a person like Shinsuke Takasugi question the meaning of his sword? It's like I sometimes painted something, but the pen was completely meaningless , I may have endowed it with an unintentional soul, which cannot make the painting become "alive" as connoisseurs say. But at this time, looking at this painting, you cannot deny that it is indeed Existence. Meaning... It's hard to say something like this."

"In the face of killing, using a knife, whether it is splashing blood or beheading life, can these hands understand the meaning? Is the person using these hands crying?"

"This planet trampled by aliens has long been howling by thousands of people. Whether it is war or not."

I looked at the young master, his pen moved so fast that he could write almost without thinking about it. As he himself said, there is no need for meaning, let alone a special pause to meet the meaning.

"I will always remember the night before Takasugi left. The three of us held a banquet. In fact, I also prepared my luggage in my room, but I chose to back down in the end."

"That was probably the day I dislike Shinsuke Takasugi the least. We drank wine and said a lot of things that I would not dare to say. Takasugi talked a lot, including the dream of a rich country and strong soldiers, and the expulsion of heaven and man in this country. In the name of the samurai, carry out your own justice."

"How ridiculous, how could that guy say that kind of thing now...I'm afraid the war is not over yet, and that time with Brother Shile is enough to drive him crazy."

At this time, the young master's words stopped abruptly, and he looked at me with serious and clear black eyes.

"I just said something that shouldn't be said, please forget it immediately."

In fact, I didn't realize it at all, the young master didn't seem to say anything too much... In short, I nodded.

"This world is my world, like the full moon." The young master suddenly shook his head, and then chanted these words.Then he said in a low voice: "We didn't understand anything at that time, right? That's why we are full of hope for things like war, thinking that everything can be changed through that way."

The scene on the canvas gradually became clear.In the main hall of Qingkong's house, the young master, young lady, and Takasugi sat on the floor, drinking heavily, and the dishes have been used up more than half.Whether it is the lady in full dress or the young master and Takasugi who have already put on white battle clothes, they all have very young faces. In the young master's writing, they seem to be the people at the farewell banquet that year.

Gao Shan was holding the wine glass. He still had a pair of beautiful eyes at that time. Even through the drawing paper, I could feel the taste of the young man scolding Fang Qiu.Young and thin face.

The windows of the hall were wide open, facing the full moon outside.The deep night sky was just like the one the young master was looking around in confusion.

The moonlight above cast bright arcs of light on the young master's black hair.

The young master picked up the wolf hair in the painting kit, and touched the ink.The pen is like a dragon and a snake, that is, ten words.

"This world is my world, like the full moon."

Takasugi in the painting is holding his wine glass high, with determination and hope on his young face.I stared at Takasugi in the painting, as if he was standing in front of me and said this sentence with an extraordinarily proud voice.

[-]. This beautiful scarred shell

do you know?This longing alone is enough to make me bruised all over in the sweet moment.Even so, this body should be pretty, right?

I looked at the chestnut-haired man across the way, and although I could still smile respectfully, I rarely felt nervous.There was an elegant smile on the other side's face that I was used to, and I was still sweating.

This is the first time I sneak out behind Miss's back to meet someone she doesn't want to get involved with.

Shitara Fangzu of suits and leather shoes.

The place we agreed to meet was the high-end office building where he was currently working. If we insisted, it should be a building in the central area operated by his personal company.Through the glass windows, you can see the complex traffic network of Edo below, and the vehicles of various colors repeat the same congestion every day.

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