Xie Fu blocked it with his hand, his eyes pleading: "How about... just..."
Before Xie Fu finished speaking, Sima Yuntai glared hard at him.
Xie Fu sighed and walked away.
Sima Yuntai knelt down and said, "Wang Youtong, please take a closer look at my sword."
When Wang Youtong saw the word Yuntai on the proximal end of the sword, his eyes widened and he instantly understood that Sima Yunxue's sword was called Yunxue and this sword was called Yuntai.
There are two swords in Shenwu Peak's colorful sky with rhyme and snow, each belonging to one person.
Wang Youtong vomited blood and looked at Sima Yuntai, asking: "If it were her, would she... love me?"
"or……"
Sima Yuntai paused, nodded and changed his words: "Yes!"
Wang Youtong smiled, closed his eyes and shed tears, and followed someone away with satisfaction.
When it was her turn, Sima Yuntai stood up with a calm expression and committed suicide.
No warning, no farewell, no nostalgia, so decisive.
She seemed to have thought about it countless times in her mind and would not give others a chance to persuade her to stop her.
One hand was at her neck, holding the rhyme table tightly.
Xie Fu has been paying attention to Mrs. Wang, and he has always had this premonition in his heart.
Perhaps those words Xiaoyun once said to him made him suddenly realize - Master, if I were to go far away and never come back, would you miss me?
Maybe he actually knew her well.
Maybe it's a tacit understanding.
No matter what, Xie Fu was very glad that he had such a premonition. As long as she was not careful and took a slow breath, she would have died.
The two looked at each other.
The time the two spent together was not short, but it was the first time Xie Fu looked at each other like this after regaining his light.
It was not clear from what identity she was looking at the other party. She only knew that under Xie Fu's gaze, Mrs. Wang's eyes remained firm and did not give in.
Blood flowed out from between Xie Fu's fingers, some dripped on the ground, and some flowed to Mrs. Wang's neck, which was warm.
Mrs. Wang used strength in her hand, and Xie Fu held it tighter.
After several back and forth battles, the wound on Xie Fu's hand became deeper and the blood flowed more.
Xie Fu didn't speak, he really didn't know what to say.
Saying that I was the one seducing you all along, you don't have to feel guilty, it's all my fault... Such nonsense.
Say I love you?
Once these words were spoken, it would only make Mrs. Wang more determined.
Xie Fu said something unreliable: "Are you going to die for him?"
Mrs. Wang was furious: "Who wants to die for him!"
She felt so insulted that she gave up the sword and slapped Xie Fu hard.
Seeing her anger, Xie Fu actually felt happy in his heart. He was most afraid of her being calm, silent and determined, "Then why do you want to die with him?"
Sima Yunxue sneered, turned and left.
Xie Fu turned his head and glanced at Phantom: "Phantom, I leave this place to you."
People followed Mrs. Wang.
She walked like a weak, injured woman, with light steps and trembling legs.
Xie Fu just kept silent.
It wasn't until she walked out of Baixin Villa and walked for a while that she collapsed to the ground.
Once you collapse, you won't be able to get up, let alone keep walking.
This reminded Xie Fu of that rainy night when Xiaoyun held his hand.
Xiaoyun is Mrs. Wang, she came here specially, she cares about him, she worries about him.
Thinking back to that scene now, Xie Fu felt moved and warm in his heart.
She was crying!
is crying! !
That noble and indifferent image is crying for him!
The fuzzy emotions in his heart suddenly became clear, and he could even feel her entanglement and pain at that moment.
Xie Fu felt a dull pain in his heart. He could be a villain, but those who loved him could not be sad.
Xie Fu squatted down and held her hand just like she did that night.
Mrs. Wang immediately resisted fiercely and refused to let him hold it.
She scolds, hits, catches, and bites.
No matter what she did, Xie Fu held her hand tightly and remained indifferent.
Mrs. Wang, who had little strength at first, finally became tired, stopped moving, and fell into silence.
Xie Fu also spoke up: "There is only one hand in the world, and I will always remember it."
The scar on the back of her hand was still rough and clear when touched. It was the only flaw in her flawless white hand.
What's the use of saying this! Mrs. Wang looked at him coldly.
Xie Fu also looked at her: "I have never looked at you so boldly, and I have never looked at you so well."
"During the days when I couldn't see, I often thought about what a lovely woman like Xiao Yun would look like. If my eyes could see, I would definitely take a good look at her and see enough of her."
Mrs. Wang's face was expressionless.
Xie Fu's eyes begged: "Let me look at it for a while, okay?"
Mrs. Wang looked at him coldly. As she looked, her eyes became less cold, maybe her heart softened.
Xie Fu pointed at the night sky: "Look at the pale clouds, the gibbous moon, the gentle breeze, it's much more beautiful than the heavy rain that night, and there are so many beautiful moments like this in life."
Mrs. Wang looked at the sky, the moonlight was covered with light clouds, she was blushing, and the gentle breeze sounded, it was really quiet and beautiful, and the world was really nostalgic.
Xie Fu asked: "The moon doesn't seem to be that round tonight. How old is it today?"
Mrs. Wang responded casually: "Thirteen."
After blurting out, I suddenly realized why I had started talking to him.
Xie Fu smiled and said: "The moon must be rounder on the night of the 15th."
Is not this nonsensical? Mrs. Wang sneered.
Xie Fu added: "The moon must be more beautiful that night."
Mrs. Wang sarcastically said: "Let's see if it's beautiful when it rains heavily."
Xie Fu smiled and said: "How about making a bet, I bet it won't rain."
Mrs. Wang immediately understood what he was thinking and was slowly deceiving herself. This deception was full of good intentions.
Why bother, one more moment and one minute more torture, I will die early and be reborn, so you can be freed as soon as possible, marry your Wanzhi, and be happy.
On a rainy night, or a moonlit night, if you can think of me, I will be satisfied.
Xie Fu said with regret: "Maybe it will really rain heavily at night in two days."
Mrs. Wang said.
Xie Fu said: "Enjoy the beautiful scenery now. The good times are gone and will never come back. How about I carry you for a while."
Mrs. Wang did not respond and lowered her head gently.
Xie Fu smiled: "It's not like I haven't memorized it before."
As he spoke, he squatted down in front of Mrs. Wang and exposed his generous back to her.
Mrs. Wang looked at his back, as if reminiscing, and did not respond or take any action.
After Xie Fu stayed for a while, he said, "You don't have the strength to come up, do you?"
While speaking, his hands naturally stretched out behind his back and hugged Mrs. Wang's legs.
Mrs. Wang's body trembled slightly, and she was carried by Xie Fu with a bang.
Different from the time in the forbidden area, Xie Fu walked very slowly and smoothly without any bumps and ups, making Mrs. Wang feel like she was lying on a piece of cloud, floating gently.
The moonlight shines on it, the breeze blows across the cheeks, and a faint masculine breath comes from in front of you.
It's quiet, beautiful and warm just like the first time, not the second time.
Meihua Mountain is no more than a hundred feet high. Unconsciously, we are already halfway up the mountain, and the road to the foot of the mountain is getting shorter and shorter.
When Mrs. Wang thought that this was the last time in her life that Xie Fu would carry her, her eyes became wet and tears fell down her cheeks.
He gently put his hands around Xie Fu's neck, and gently laid his head on Xie Fu's shoulders and neck.
Xie Fu was thinking about something and felt keenly Mrs. Wang's meekness. Is she tired? Is she asleep?
A few strands of gentle hair gently brushed his cheek. These were her blue hairs, long and soft. Xie Fu wanted to reach out and touch them, feeling this strange tenderness.
Suddenly he felt something dripping drop by drop on the back of his neck. It was hot and burning, like oil splashed from a frying pan.
Xie Fu stopped for a moment and thought about it.
Perhaps Xie Fu walked too smoothly, and Mrs. Wang didn't notice him stopping at all.
Or maybe she was just crying secretly and didn't pay attention to other things.
After Xie Fu thought for a moment, he smiled and left.
There is no problem that he can't solve, it just depends on whether he is willing to do it and whether he is willing to pay a huge price in exchange for a little warmth.
Under the moonlight late at night, a man was carrying a woman with tears on his back, walking step by step towards a warm little home.
But in fact, every step is closer to separation.
People always want to stay at a certain moment, but they have to move forward.
It's like you want time to stop, but time keeps passing.
The lights of the houses at the foot of the mountain are dim in front of you, and further in the distance is the prosperity and splendor of Jinling City.
Mrs. Wang couldn't help but hugged Fu Xie tightly. She hated him even more, because he made her so reluctant to leave, making her so reluctant to leave.
Xie Fu could feel that the pair of lotus-rooted arms were about to strangle his neck until he was suffocated, but he smiled and said: "I'm tired, can I take a rest?"
Mrs. Wang nodded her head, fearing that he didn't know, and said softly: "Okay."
Freeing up a hand, he gently wiped away the tears on his face.
Xie Fu walked into an abandoned house.
It was an abandoned house they went up to to avoid the rain. The house was dark and dilapidated. As soon as they entered the yard, a sense of eeriness immediately hit their face. Even the moonlight shining on the dilapidated building revealed a sense of darkness.
Mrs. Wang instinctively felt fear, and her hand wiping the tears on her face immediately hooked Xie Fu's neck and whispered in Xie Fu's ear: "Don't come here."
Xie Fu smiled and said: "You are not even afraid of death, so what else are you afraid of?"
"That's what I'm afraid of!"
Mrs. Wang said with a soft tone and a bit of pleading: "You know."
Xie Fu smiled and said, "You are ready to die anyway, even if you are scared to death," he said and stepped into the hall.
Mrs. Wang said: "Let's go, don't be here."
Seeing that Fu Xie didn't listen to her at all, she was so angry that she beat him and cursed: "Traitor, I'm going to kill you."
Xie Fu felt so happy to be scolded, at least this woman who seemed to have lost her soul suddenly came back to life.
Entering the hall, Xie Fu knelt down and said softly: "Okay, okay, let you down. If you are afraid of leaving by yourself, I am tired anyway."
Mrs. Wang was willing to come down now. Not only were her arms tightly hooked, but her legs were also wrapped around Xie Fu's waist. Her movements were inelegant and awkward.
Xie Fu rubbed his body, as if he wanted to get rid of her.
－－－－－－Digression－－－－－
Originally, Sima Yunxue should have died quietly in a joke. Wang Youtong loves but cannot get it, and Sima Yunxue also loves but cannot get it. This is consistent with the theme.
The time we spent together will be so precious. But the Internet cannot do literature and art, and readers will not spare me.
But please be happy.
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