How To Practice Fast Through the White Moonlight Chapter 162

   Chapter 162 A lonely grave in a thousand miles, nowhere to say desolate (84)

"Rong Ran! Wu Ranran!" He buried his head on Wen Xien's bed. He had forgotten that he had already replaced all Wen Xien's things, and tried to lie on the bed like a dog to smell the faint body fragrance that was not left at all. .

   He has gone mad.

   He went crazy the day Rong Ran died.

   He kept seeing Rong Ran's hallucinations. Fight against hallucinations, and even do so many outrageous things to prove that you don't love.

  The smell on the sheets was just the smell of incense, but it made him smell a bit of Rongran's cold fragrance, which made him feel extremely at ease.

   "I'm sorry, but Ran Ran..." He cried so hard, the medicinal properties fueled his madness, "I'm not angry with you, come back, Rong Ran."

   Rong Ran Rong Ran Rong Ran.

   was just a mad dog.

   is now a mad dog with a dead lover.

   He stumbled to Wen Xien's former dormitory, and surrounded himself in Wen Xien's clothes and bedding as if he didn't feel any pain while stepping on the broken porcelain.

   No one will ever be so kind to him again.

   said to him: "Xiao Jiu, it's cold, don't run around anymore."

  The hatred that was disguised in the past has become a love that has long since been degenerated.

"I love you."

   He was in pain everywhere, as if he was bleeding, but he could vaguely see the man's smile and farewell in the atmosphere of Wen Xien.

   "I love you."

   With all his strength, he embraced a void.

   "Of course..." he murmured. The conceit he once had had been completely sunk into the quagmire by himself, he looked depressed and painful, "It's so cold..."

   "Why don't you warm my hands for me."

   His tall body was bent like a rotten old tree, "I said I'm cold, can't you hear me?"

   "Is it cold?" A gentle voice rang in his ears.

  Rong Yiqing nodded his head and said with red eyes, "It's so cold... My heart hurts."

  In the past, as long as he said pain, Wen Xien would be very nervous, arrange everything for him, and won't let him suffer at all.

   He was really spoiled by Wen Xien.

   "Forget it, Xiao Jiu, it won't hurt if you put it down." Wen Xien said to him with a frown, her black eyes filled with indescribable affection.

  Rong Yiqing narrowed his eyes, stretched out his hand to smooth his sad brows, and touched the cold air.

   He put his hand down and let his heart be torn to shreds and mashed into flesh.

  Rong Yiqing's face was horribly in pain, but he still insisted on spitting out two words: "It doesn't count."

   "You can't just forget about it."

   He smiled reluctantly, like a flame that was about to go out, but still hot: "I won't let you go again, Rong Ran."

  Rong Ran appeared again, she didn't smile at him, just looked at him silently.

  Rong Yiqing put the back of one hand on his face.

"do not go……"

   He gritted his teeth and pleaded:

   "Stay with me, Rong Ran."

   Don't disappear so quickly, okay?

   He didn't close his eyes until it was almost dawn, and he didn't know if he fell asleep.

   His eyebrows were tightly wrinkled, and his once handsome and serious cheeks were a little out of shape.

   His mouth opened and closed as if he was talking in a dream.

   He is calling:

   "Of course, of course..."

"sorry."

   "I know I'm wrong, look at me again, I will change it, I will definitely change it."

   Tears wet the cuffs he put on his face.

   He shouted so loudly and sadly.

   has already lost a loved one.

   He vaguely heard someone calling him.

   As if he heard it, a childlike smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

  Xia Chao Rong Yiqing practiced calligraphy in the imperial study.

   "Your Majesty is in a good mood today?" Eunuch Gao had nothing to say. Today's Majesty seems to be a little more normal than the previous days.

  Rong Yiqing made a "hmm" sound.

   "Ran Ran came to see me last night." His tone was flat, like an ordinary husband talking about his wife.

   seems to be very affectionate.

   Eunuch Gao lowered his head even lower, wishing he could shrink back.

   He looked normal in the following days, dressed in a black python robe, with handsome and dignified eyes.

   It's just that every now and then he has to take a look at a small portrait that he didn't know where it came from.

   That's what he spent a night drawing.

   It had been several years, but he still remembered clearly, every glance and smile of hers, every expression, every movement.

   Her smile was green and moving, but her eyes fell to another place.

   "Look at me, Ran Ran," he leaned close to the portrait, looked at the people in the portrait almost obsessively, and whispered, "Ran Ran, see if I'm okay, look at me."

   No matter how much he begged, Wen Xien still turned his head sideways and didn't look at him.

  Rong Yiqing suddenly threw the torn portrait to the ground in a frenzy.

   He coldly watched Wen Xien's portrait torn apart.

   "You don't want to look at me." He closed his eyes, and slowly squeezed the fingers hanging by his side, "You don't want to look at me." He repeated it again, as if angry and complaining.

   "Then I don't want you anymore."

   He opened his eyes and repeated:

   "I don't want you anymore, Rong Ran."

   After a while, he knelt on the ground and picked up the torn and shredded papers one by one.

   The dormitory is very cold, and there is no trace of popularity.

   He entered the darkness, but was unwilling to light the lamp.

   He didn't have dinner and entered Wen Xien's former bedroom directly, and the familiar aura slowly enveloped him.

   has been getting lighter.

   "You haven't eaten yet." Wen Xien's voice rang softly in his ear.

   "When are you coming back?" Rong Yiqing asked.

   Wen Xien didn't answer him.

"I miss you."

   "I'm already like this, won't you feel sorry for me? When will you come back?" He continued to ask, a little excited, handsome and paranoid, "You're not dead, right?" Otherwise, why would you keep talking to him?

  The bedroom was empty. Only his voice.

   seems to be mocking his hindsight, his self-willedness.

   "I don't want to eat..." Rong Yiqing said to the invisible Wen Xien, his voice a little dry.

   He kissed Wen Xien's clothes and fell asleep uneasy.

   He has lost some weight again, his cheekbones are more obvious, but he is still handsome, but his temperament has become a little withdrawn and eccentric.

   He sat behind the desk, with his fist on his lower lip and his eyes down in thought.

  No one knew what he was thinking.

   "Forget me..." Wen Xien stood behind him with a clear voice.

   "No." Very flatly refused. Rong Yiqing's eyes were glued to Wen Xien's body. He hadn't seen Wen Xien's vision for a long time, he was thinking crazy, and he didn't want to look away for a moment.

   Wen Xien sighed: "Why are you still feeling uncomfortable? Isn't that what you think?"

   Wen Xien squatted down, looked up at him, soft black hair bounced in a gentle arc in the air.

   "There's no need for that."

   "No, shut up!" Rong Yiqing's eyes were red and bloody, like an abandoned wolf dog.

   Wen Xien stretched out his hand, and the man was startled for a moment, understanding something.

   He slowly lowered his head and bent down.

   Wen Xien touched his head.

   didn't feel anything, but he was so sour in his heart that he wanted to cry.

   "Of course..." His voice trembled.

   Wen Xien smiled at him:

   "Is Xiaojiu obedient?"

whee

   (end of this chapter)

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