Si Tian Guan Chapter 25

    That night, Qu Chenzhou still lived in a sarong outside, and when he lay down, it was past the ugly time, and the whole room had the breath of life, he was very at ease, and slept halfway through Woke up at noon.

    The iron chains on the hands and feet have been removed, leaving only the slave rings that cannot be removed. There are food boxes and medicine bottles with attractive fragrance on the table.

    The estrangement and suspicion between them is like the snow and ice before the arrival of early spring, melted into a thin layer by the night last night.

    Qu Shenzhou has mixed feelings in his heart.

    The world is unpredictable, he seeks death many times, but unknowingly he is so close to Chongming again.

    It looks like it's within reach, but it's actually like a mountain and sea.

    Chongming is still a mature but innocent young man, but he is already a living dead who has passed through blood and fire, no longer half ignorant.

    But this kind of gentleness and tranquility always makes people want to stop, just take it as a craving for pleasure for a while, he can't help but crave this kind of warmth.

    After everything was cleaned up, the servants took him to the study.

    Liu Chongming was inside to make up for the schoolwork he missed yesterday. He didn't let him in to disturb him, but he didn't lock him like before, and only let him move around in the yard in front of the study.

    In this way, the yards on both sides will not be tightly covered, and there will be shade trees for shade.

    Qu Chenzhou walked slowly in the yard twice, and finally sat down at the base of the wall.

    The sun shines mottledly through the swaying canopy, neither cold nor hot.

    He hasn't had such a leisurely day for a long time, and at first he just tried to collect the plane trees around him and put them in a small pile in front of him.

    Gradually, this repeated and simple thing turned into a joy, he hummed a familiar tune, and began to pick up all the fallen flowers from all around, the flowers piled higher and higher, He went further and further.

    He recovered a flower swept away by the wind from under the flower stand. When he turned around, he saw a hand stretched out in front of him, with a sycamore flower lying on the palm.

    "Sir."

    Qu Shenzhou was about to kneel down when he was pulled.

    "Don't kneel." Liu Chongming motioned him to follow, came to the front of the flower pile, dropped the flower in his hand, and asked, "What song were you singing just now?"

    Qu Chenzhou was stunned for a moment, he didn't even realize what he was humming, but after thinking about it, there should be only one tune he could hum at will.

    "Hui Shizi, it's just a folk tune, I don't know the name."

    Liu Chongming was embarrassed to say that he had been looking at him through the window for a long time, although he could not hear what the other party was humming, but just looking at the brisk pace, he could even feel a kind of ease and happiness.

    "Can you sing to me?"

    This tone is not an order, but a request, not the attitude of a slave opposite Liu Shizi.

    At this moment, the person standing in front of Qu Chenzhou seemed to have become the shy boy who used to be self-possessed.

    He considered it carefully for a moment, and then said softly: "The drums are blaring, the flowers bloom in March, Zigui is crying, the small eaves are flying swallows, and the east wind is called every day. On the street."

    In an instant, Liu Chongming's face was pale, as if struck by lightning.

    "Sir..." Qu Chenzhou stopped, looked at Liu Chongming's strange expression, was surprised, and hurriedly stretched out his hand to help: "Are you uncomfortable?"

    Since he was very young, he only sang this song for himself, and it was impossible for him to listen to it. It is also inexplicably surprised.

    At that time, Chongming hugged him tightly and whispered in his ear: "Shen Zhouer, you are mine..."

    He once asked about the surprise at that moment. Chongming only told him when he was born that year. Across the mountains and seas.

    "It's okay," Liu Chongming suppressed the frantic heartbeat in his chest: "You... continue to sing."

    "The drums are ringing at the fourth watch, the wine in front of the bottle is cold, the railings are beaten over and over, and the songs are waiting.

    "The drums sounded at the fifth watch," Qu Chenzhou was also a little uneasy in his heart, but he continued to sing: "The drums sounded at the fifth watch, the bead curtains were all wet, the snow covered the Tianshan Mountains, the clouds condensed thousands of miles, There are people in the mountains. Drinking has a different guts, so you don't need to complain.”

    Liu Chongming staggered away without saying a word.

    This night is destined to be sleepless.

    He didn't know if there was really someone behind Qu Chenzhou, so boldly and madly he pushed Qu Chenzhou, who was completely unsuitable as a detailed composition, to him.

    If there is such a thing, it is terrible that this person knows himself better than everyone.

    Not only knows all his weaknesses and weaknesses, but also the secrets in his heart so clearly, including that song.

    Except for his brother, he didn't tell the second person about the tune, every twist and turn of the tune, every word, was absolutely correct.

    No one has taught him, this song seems to have been brought out of the womb. As he gets older, it becomes clearer and clearer, making him feel like a monster.

    He was afraid that others would look at him differently, so he only asked his brother for help.

    My brother touched the top of his head to comfort him after listening to him sing

    —Everything has its own arrangement, don't be afraid, try to accept yourself.

    —good song, just too sad, you can't understand it at your age.

    Under his brother's explanation, he realized that this was a parting song, and that someone else was singing it to another person.

    Sometimes, he felt as if he was the one who sang goodbye, but he couldn't remember who he was saying goodbye to.

    After his brother was gone, he never mentioned his concerns to anyone, even to Baishiyan.

    Although Shi Yan has the closest relationship with him, their ideas are often different. After several quarrels, he doesn't say much about many things.

    Sometimes, Shi Yan is more like a spur to him, urging him to move forward for the future of the Liu family and the Bai family.

    Rational alertness succumbed to burnout, he listened to the sound of even breathing from the outside, and unknowingly fell asleep slowly, dreaming of pink and white flowers.

    He was holding a box full of sycamore flowers and looked at the opposite side uneasily. The arc of the pair of demon pupils was very beautiful: "I like flowers, and I like you."

    In the following days, the two of them have been living like this indifferently, as if they have been together for many years, and no one has pierced the window of doubt.

    During the day, Liu Chongming was reading in the study, or seeing guests, while Qu Chenzhou sat in the yard or read in the bedroom.

    In addition to not answering those unspoken questions, he gradually stopped maintaining a deliberate disguise.

    The elegant sitting posture in the palace, the regular washing and washing before meals, and the unhurried conversation are all like thorns born on his body, so that Liu Chongming will not get too close to him again.

    In the current situation where he can't escape, he is afraid that he will drag Liu Chongming into a doomed place like before.

    But every time he sees Liu Chongming being forced back by this thorn, he will inevitably feel bitter in his mouth.

    This day is like mixing berberine in honey, swallowing a mouthful, can't tell whether it is bitter or sweet.

    After night fell, the two of them had dinner and went back to the bedroom together. will say the last one.

    The time is like this, it seems to be very gentle because of the arrival of midsummer.

    Liu Chongming always thought that he was a cautious person, but he didn't expect that the other party was more taciturn than him. When the two were together, he said more.

    The other party was like a swamp exuding fragrance, and he sank little by little, unable to extricate himself.

    The sycamore flowers have withered away, and the lush leaves are rustling in the air every day. Qu Chenzhou has nothing to do, so he asked for some books to read.

    He could see Liu Chongming's surprise, and he knew what the other party was surprised about—he was a student of Chongming, and the things they liked were very close.

    After reading books under the eaves for two days, he was called into the study. Liu Chongming didn't explain anything, and he knew the reason.

    Because reading in the sun is easy to see bad eyes, which is also where he was always criticized in the past.

    "It's a pity that such beautiful eyes are broken."

    So Zhongming didn't want him to cry all the time, he was very obedient, and he didn't cry again for many years.

    Qu Chenzhou turned another page of the book, unconsciously raised his head and glanced at the bookcase, but unexpectedly met the eyes that were looking at him, and the two turned their faces at the same time, both embarrassed.

    Fortunately, the footsteps of the servant broke the embarrassment.

    Liu Chongming opened the salutation letter handed over and motioned to the person: "Take him to the wing."

    Qu Chenzhou stood up and followed the servant out the door.

      Have a good time, don't you want to go out for a walk?"

    Qu Chenzhou's ten fingers curled up like chicken feet, digging tightly against the wall, in this voice, shaking like sifting chaff.

    On the other side of the corner, Liu Chongming had already come down the steps, handed over and invited people in: "Your Highness is coming so fast, I was planning to go outside to greet him."

    "Chongming, it's fine to be so polite."

    The two of them jokingly entered the door, only leaving Qu Chenzhou to support the wall with his hands, so as not to let himself out of control.

    This is a voice he will never forget in his life.

    The last time I heard this voice, Chongming's army had surrounded the capital for more than half a month, the palace gate was crumbling, and the palace was full of fear and anxiety.

    Except in the Starry Pavilion.

    He held the wall with difficulty, but couldn't hold it, he slowly slipped to his knees and hugged his head desperately.

    As if to protect himself, after his rebirth, many memories were deliberately locked up, like as long as he didn't look or think about it, that unbearable past never happened.

    But now that terrifying sound slammed open the tight door again.

    He couldn't remember.

    The pain was so painful that I couldn't even hear the muddy gasps in my ears.

      cabinet.

    There is an exquisite box of eight treasures on the cabinet, supporting his consciousness of hanging on the line.

    As if the violated body was just a dead skin.

    The voice behind him was like a venomous bee sting, with a hateful smile.

    "Qu Sitian, the Chongming of your heart is not far away, do you want him to see what you look like now?"

    "Does he know that you are still so rambunctious? Is he more familiar with your body than me?"

    "I and Liu Chongming, which do you prefer?"

    "By the way, you can't speak right now."

    The man slammed him on the head of the bed again and again without pity: "I dare not let you speak, but you know so many secrets, will anyone listen?"

    "You're trying to harm me, do you think Liu Chongming will thank you? Will he let you go?"

    "I tell you, he swore before the battle that he would use your Qu Sitian's blood to pay homage to the souls of the dead. Guess what he will do to you?"

    "I will take a good look for you and see how he will treat such a wicked benefactor as you."

    The voice gasped in great joy, laughing wildly.

    "You should pray for him, pray that he will not dare to do anything to me, or I will make his life worse than death!"

    How filthy he used to be, as if he was stuck in a quagmire from which he could not escape, but in that dark quagmire, there is another voice screaming - he can't die, devil Still wandering around Chongming, how could he just die like this!

      With him, even everything around him is far away.

    "Sink...Sink..."

    In the infinite ethereal, someone called him from the clouds, at first just calling his name, and soon grabbed his hands in his hair.

    "Sink!"

    After Liu Chongming saw off the guests, he heard that there was a situation here, but he did not expect to see such a flustered Qu Shenzhou.

    Obviously in his impression, as long as this child is still awake, he will always be calm and calm, and he will never lose his temper like this.

    Like the one who once faced his brother's corpse, was full of hysteria, but was unable to make a sound of grief.

    He looked at these lost eyes, as if he could hear the voice behind despair - save me... save me...

    Maybe this pair of clean eyes contained too much begging, Liu Chongming seemed to be suddenly penetrated by a sharp blade, his eyes were red, and he carefully stretched out his hand.

    "The sinking boat..."

    He leaned down, wrapped the shrunken little body in his arms, and picked him up under the surprised eyes of the servants.

      On the bed, rocking slowly, humming softly.

    "The drums are blaring, the flowers bloom in March, Zigui is crying, the small eaves are flying swallows, and the east wind is calling every day. After changing the color of the horizon, slowly return to Moshang..."

    He couldn't figure out why.

    Maybe it's just because the kid needs a hug, and he just happens to be willing to give it.

     This chapter in the story is the controversial point that was deleted before... You know, many friends said that I was killed again, and some people said that it didn't matter.

    I ripped off half of my head and hair, but insisted on killing myself because I felt the victim was innocent.

    The little angel can't accept it, go or stay at will, please don't spit that shit.

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