Tan Xingzhi had no expression on his face. It wasn't until Zhou Yu'an squatted down to check his wounds that a smile appeared on his gradually pale face, "Yu'an, you still care about me, right?"
"Who cares about you? I'm afraid you'll die." Zhou Yu'an pressed on his wound, "Fortunately, it didn't hit a fatal spot. I'll stop your bleeding first."
"No need to bother!" Tan Xingzhi held Zhou Yu'an's hand, and Zhou Yu'an broke away after just a glance.
Shen Chongming pursed his lips, took back his stepped foot, and looked at Tan Xingzhi with an unkind look.
Looking at Zhou Yu'an's freed hand, Tan Xingzhi's smile became bitter. He sat on the ground, looking at the tomb not far away, his eyes gradually becoming empty.
"I received your letter and I'm very happy to know that you are coming back. Yu'an, whether you believe me or not, I never thought about letting things develop like this. Yes, I hate them and want to kill them, but I gave up because of you.”
"What does your matter have to do with me?" Zhou Yu'an sprinkled a layer of medicinal powder on Tan Xingzhi's wound.
Tan Xingzhi seemed to feel no pain. He lowered his head and continued: "Of course it has something to do with you, because only Tan Xingzhi's identity can match you. For you, I am willing to be Tan Xingzhi."
Tan Xingzhi's chest heaved, and the powder he had just sprinkled was immediately stained with blood.
"Do you remember the first time we met?"
"Remember, in the teahouse, the singing girl had an emergency and needed some medicine. That medicine is only available at your home."
"As expected, you don't remember." Tan Xingzhi smiled: "This is the second time you and I met in the teahouse. I recognized you at a glance, but you don't remember me."
Tan Xingzhi looked lonely and stared at Zhou Yu'an for a while before continuing: "Fortunately, I had become Tan Xingzhi at that time. I can give you what you need, take you home, and invite you to be with me as a friend." When eating or drinking tea, I can even tell you my preferences without any scruples, and you can remember them. You see, only by becoming Tan Xingzhi can I be with you."
"You are Tan Xingzhi!" Zhou Yu'an thought his words were weird, "Are you okay?"
"I'm not Tan Xingzhi!" Tan Xingzhi suddenly said, pointing to Mr. Tan who was badly bitten by mice on the ground: "He called me Nie Zang, thinking that my birth killed my mother. But what's wrong with me? If I can Choice, I would rather not come to this world. And Mrs. Tan, she called me a bastard and said I was the most shady person in the world. The funny thing is that they hate me and loathe me, but they have to raise me and treat me well. Me, even let me live as Tan Xingzhi."
"Are you -" Zhou Yu'an pointed to the tomb: "Are you the son of that concubine?"
"Yes! I am the son of a concubine. I was sent to the temple as soon as I landed." Tan Xingzhi stood up unsteadily, walked to the tomb, and touched it gently: "My mother didn't know that she fought to the death to get it back." Her son was a superfluous person in Tan Mansion. She didn’t know that her son lived in the cold and barren Cicada Temple for more than ten years under the identity of a young novice monk. She didn’t know that her son was bullied and almost died in the temple. Here. If the real Tan Xingzhi had not disappeared, if this huge Tan family had no descendants, how could they allow me to appear here? Tan Xingzhi? Before I returned home, I didn’t even deserve the surname Tan. "
"Cicada Temple? Are you——"
"Remember? Yes, I am the little novice monk who was bullied by them." Tan Xingzhi smiled very sadly: "You are the only one who didn't laugh at me after seeing me being bullied. You picked me up and asked me if it hurt. The person who applied the medicine to me was also the first person to tell me that I should resist when bullied, and even if I couldn’t beat them, I couldn’t let them beat me. I remembered it and burned the whole temple.”
"Did you start the fire at Cicada Temple?"
"I set it off. I couldn't beat them, so I had to kill them. The sky was filled with fire, and their flesh was scorched. At the moment before they died, they must have regretted that they had bullied me."
"Tan Xingzhi!" Zhou Yu'an looked at him and didn't know what to say.
Do you think he was wrong? He was right, he had been bullied by those people time and time again, and each time he was on the verge of life and death. The crimes they committed were no less than the crimes he committed when he set the temple on fire.
Is he right? He did, and he killed everyone in the monastery, even though those people were not innocent and deserved to be killed.
She just felt that he shouldn't kill them. He might have a better life that didn't involve human life and blood, but did he? At least he didn't when he set the fire. He just wanted to walk out of the temple without being beaten again.
"You also killed Mrs. Tan and Master Tan?"
"I didn't kill that woman. Although she hated me and wanted me to die, she loved that man and this family. She would rather disgust herself than let me take over the identity of her son and become Tan Tan in Suizhou City. Young Master." Tan Xingzhi clenched his fists, "I said, I didn't expect this to happen, it was all an accident. Yu'an, I want to marry you, how can I marry you if I kill them."
"You can't marry her if you don't kill them." Zhou Yu'an muttered: "Your cousin is very nice, why do you always want to marry me? I have a husband-in-law, and I have already married someone."
"You lied to me! Are you lying to me? Why didn't you tell me if you got married?" Tan Xingzhi went to grab Zhou Yu'an's arm, but Shen Chongming brushed it away in time.
Tan Xingzhi looked at Shen Chongming with red eyes: "You are not her husband-in-law. I checked you and you are just one of her patients. Yu'an is very good and treats every patient very well. You can't lie to me!"
"Really?" Shen Chongming retorted and pulled Zhou Yu'an into his arms.
Zhou Yuan's heartbeat suddenly became very heavy. She gently pushed Shen Chongming with her hand and whispered: "What do you want to do?"
"I want to prove that you are my wife!" Shen Chongming held her hand, his eyes slowly roaming on her face, scanning the area below the tip of her nose.
In the deep secret room, Shen Chongming's face got closer and closer, until the scent of rosin touched her lips.
Zhou Yuan tilted his head slightly, but he stopped it with his palm, and then the distance between his lips disappeared.
The air in the secret room seemed to be exhausted at this moment, and it was so thin that it made people panic - even if he only tasted it briefly, even if he just touched her lips lightly with his own, she would blush and her ears would burn. His face was buried.
Before consciousness returned, Shen Chongming said: "She married my wife voluntarily. Can this be proved?"
Tan Xingzhi staggered and sat back on the ground with a wry smile.
"Okay, that's it, I'm relieved."
After that, he held the blade and pulled it out, and a large amount of blood spurted out.
Tan Xingzhi was not dead. He was taken away by the government officials who entered the secret room.
The tomb in the secret room is a tomb built by Mr. Tan for his concubine. He used this method to pay homage to his beloved. Mrs. Tan did not know that there was a grave under the house. This secret chamber was secretly dug by Mr. Tan and Tan Xingzhi when her son was ill and she went to the mountains to pray for blessings. At that time, Tan Xingzhi was not yet called Tan Xingzhi. He was brought back by Mr. Tan to replace the shadow of the Tan family's legitimate son at any time. He lived in this secret room for more than a year and was familiar with Tan Xingzhi's every move and imitated his words. Along the way, it was not until the real Tan Xingzhi died of illness that he was able to stand in the sun.
If Mrs. Tan's biological son had not died, Tan Xingzhi would be like the mice in the secret room, living in that dark place forever.
