As night fell, there were no more pedestrians on the streets.
Mu Qing walked out of the empty house gate, looked towards both ends of the street, and froze on the steps for a moment.
Murong Yun seemed to have left Suzaku City. During the torturous period of time without waiting for news about them, he could only almost blindly look for her figure in the place where Murong Jing once stayed.
Unfortunately, until now, he still hasn't been able to get any clues.
When Murong Jing decided to leave, all traces of her in the city seemed to have disappeared.
This inevitably made Mu Qing feel discouraged.
While Mu Qing was looking for Murong Jing, he would still think of Lin Langtian's reminders from time to time.
Counting the time, a whole day has passed since last night. In other words, even if no accident occurs, Murong Jing only has less than two days left. Once the time passes, the vitality in her body will irrevocably pass away again until the last moment of her life.
Although Mu Qing deliberately chose not to think about this issue for the time being, he finally felt a little uneasy as he was unable to find Murong Jing.
Now, Mu Qing felt that every time he took another step in the wrong direction, he would be further away from Murong Jing.
If no one is found by tomorrow, Mu Qing feels that he will be tortured and driven crazy by that situation.
"Hoo~"
Mu Qing let out a heavy breath, collected his emotions with difficulty, and walked towards the left side of the street.
The house behind him is a property bought by Wang Yeqing. There are four such places in the east of the city. This is the third place Mu Qing has looked for. Now, there is only the last place left that he has not yet searched for.
That place used to be the residence where the girls of Wanhua Valley lived. The reason why Mu Qing put it to the end to find it was because for him and Murong Jing, that place was a very special place.
In a small courtyard there, Murong Jing, with the help of Mu Qing, lifted the Taoist bond imposed on her by the Murong family for so many years and gained her freedom.
For Mu Qing, that was the place where the two confirmed their relationship.
Mu Qing didn't know whether that place would be a sad place for Murong Jing after deciding to make things happen for him and Liu Weirui, so he wouldn't go there, but no matter what, this was the most likely possibility in Mu Qing's heart. The place.
The cold wind of autumn night blows past. People who have experienced all kinds of troubles in the past have extinguished their lights early. When the green wood is fluttering on the eaves, there is only the cold moonlight and the cold wind that makes people feel confused.
Probably considering this last mansion as the most promising place, Mu Qing arrived as quickly as possible without falling directly into the mansion.
At the door, Mu Qing gently opened the door.
The creaking sound of the door hinge sounded particularly sobering in the silent night, and Mu Qing walked into the door with a frown.
His mood was a little low, because when he landed at the door and was still in the air, his consciousness had already rushed towards the house.
The place where the beautiful figure was most likely to appear in anticipation did not give Mu Qing any positive feedback. The feeling of coldness and silence was the same as the previous houses.
This feeling is very bad.
Mu Qing did not rush straight to the small courtyard at the back. When he saw every hut, he would open the door and walk in, looking at it with his eyes.
Mu Qing was afraid that Murong Jing was deliberately avoiding him, so when she came to the places where she had stayed in these memories, Mu Qing was willing to believe her own eyes, rather than miss it because of the feeling of being separated by a door.
The doors of the house were opened one by one, and Mu Qing's footsteps slowly began to make a slight clicking sound from being silent at first.
But the reality was just as cold as the silent autumn night. Mu Qing didn't catch a trace of Murong Jing's breath until he walked to the door of the small courtyard that was familiar in his memory.
Mu Qing closed his eyes, opened them again, and finally walked into the courtyard with a solemn expression.
There were two familiar huts. The window of the hut on the left was open. Through the moonlight, Mu Qing could easily see the scene inside the house. There were a few short futons and a dusty incense burner. Everything seemed to be the same as when he left.
Much of Mu Qing's tense expression collapsed.
In his plan, he would open the door on the right first, leaving the cabin on the left until last.
But as soon as he came in, he saw the situation in this small house, and the string that made Mu Qing look forward to and feared was immediately broken.
He reluctantly walked to the door of the small house on the left, pushed the door open and entered.
His eyes immediately fell on the futon. Unfortunately, there was not only no sign of sitting on the futon, but a thin layer of dust even accumulated on it.
Mu Qing raised his head and closed his eyes in pain.
"Where will you be..."
Mu Qing believed that the special meaning of this cabin was not just his own opinion.
After leaving Huaifenghua, he searched many places. Whenever he failed to find the red shadow in his heart, he would comfort himself that it didn't matter, there was still a place he hadn't looked for.
Mu Qing vaguely regarded this hut as the most likely place to meet Murong Jing.
He even felt that if he could see Murong Jing here, all the previous attempts to find her would be the best proof of their unspoken feelings.
Unfortunately, there are not so many beautiful illusions in this world.
An empty cabin is the most normal result, and of course, it is also the cruelest result.
Mu Qing stood silently in the small room for a long time. His eyes moved little by little on the furnishings in the room, and asked to himself: "Is this a test for me? See how long I can hold on?"
"Well."
Mu Qing covered his chest and swallowed the blood that poured into his mouth.
He strode away from here without stopping.
Now, he could only place his hope on Murong Yun. Maybe they had found Murong Jing now.
After all, Murong Jing said in the letter she left behind that she was going to find the place in her memory.
In Mu Qing's eyes, the most likely "place in memory" is the wooden house where Murong Jing recalled her childhood.
Mu Qing's arrival and departure were like the shift of the moonlight, without disturbing any "things" that had been left in the courtyard.
After a long period of time, the small house on the right side of the small courtyard made a squeaking sound, and someone opened the door from the inside.
Wearing a red skirt, she walked out of the door and paused for a long time at the door of the unclosed hut next to her. A faint sigh sounded in the courtyard: "Alas~"
Murong Jing held the edge of the door with one hand and covered her chest with the other, her eyes changing constantly.
She said "oh" and spat out a mouthful of blood. She quickly covered her mouth with her hands and sat down with her back against the edge of the door.
Blood overflowed from Murong Jing's fingers, and was diluted by lines of warm tears. When it dripped on her sleeves, it bloomed into beautiful flowers.
Murong Jing looked at the door of the small courtyard with tears in her eyes. She seemed to see the lonely figure walking away just now. She murmured with pain in her eyes: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry... we can't see each other again."
Not long ago, Mu Qing was only separated from her by a wall.
At that time, she was not only satisfied that Mu Qing could find this place, but also because of this satisfaction, she felt more fear.
I am afraid that if the two of them meet again, they will soon experience the separation of life and death.
After learning from Lin Langtian that she would not survive three days, Murong Jing accepted the result.
And the only thing she couldn't let go of was Mu Qing.
This is true even now.
Therefore, she hoped that the last person left to Mu Qing would be a heartless woman who left without saying goodbye, and she did not want her to die after all the crises were over.
Since you are going to die, why should you bring this pain and regret to the man you love most?
After Lin Langtian forcibly stabilized the lost vitality in her body, Murong Jing's aura was completely obscured, so Mu Qing spread his consciousness and did not find Murong Jing.
Murong Jing was hiding in the hut on the right just now, praying that the door would not be opened, and the final result was exactly as she wished.
Mu Qing probably completely lost his mind to look at the hut next to him after the last bit of hope that he had forcibly gathered in his heart was shattered.
This was easy for Murong Jing to understand, but it was also this understanding that made her feel like she was being pricked with needles all the time.
She now regretted leaving such a letter.
The letter seems to reveal "Don't come to me" everywhere, but it also leaves a trace of self-comfort at the end.
While she wanted to mislead everyone to find other places, she also imagined that Mu Qing could break through the clues and become the only one.
In fact, Mu Qing did it, but she still couldn't come out to meet Mu Qing.
"I'm so stupid, really, I'm so stupid. Since I chose to leave, why should I torture you and myself like this?"
Murong Jing curled up her legs, put her arms on her knees, buried her face and kept cursing herself.
When she heard Mu Qing sigh, when she heard Mu Qing talking to himself, she wanted to rush out countless times, rush into Mu Qing's arms, and breathe in Mu Qing's breath.
How hard it was for her to endure it then, she feels how uncomfortable it is now.
She could have mobilized her Qi and actively welcomed the moment when life was passing away, but after facing life and death, she chose a more natural approach.
We walked together yesterday evening, and Murong Jing regarded it as a farewell to herself and Mu Qing.
Therefore, she could have left quietly without saying a word, but she deceived herself and left such a letter.
And when Mu Qing found this place, she could have stood quietly in the hut and established the most sincere proof of their relationship, but she was afraid of losing and did not dare to face it.
Murong Jing scolded herself and reflected on her hypocrisy, but she didn't know that a figure had already gone and returned, and came to her.
Mu Qing looked down at the woman in front of him who was holding her head and crying. Listening to her repeated self-blame, his heart felt like it was being grabbed hard by a big hand, and he felt pain reaching his bones.
It turns out...it turns out...
When two people who truly love each other are about to separate, the pain has already lost its limit. It doesn't matter who cries more or who hurts whom.
Mu Qing opened his mouth weakly several times. He wanted to call her softly, but closed his mouth the next moment.
Mu Qing already knew why Murong Jing made such a painful choice for both of them. He only had one thought now. No matter what, even if he lost his life, he had to learn from Lin Langtian how to save Murong Jing.
Murong Jing, who had wet her skirt from crying, suddenly heard a snapping sound next to her, and the cursing stopped immediately.
When she noticed that someone seemed to be sitting down next to her, her shoulders shook uncontrollably, but she lost the courage to look up.
This was the first time Mu Qing saw her so timid and graceful, and he sighed softly: "Hey... silly woman."
"...Is that you?" When Murong Jing heard this familiar voice, her whole body tensed up, but she still didn't want to raise her head. She was afraid that this was another self-deceptive dream, and she was also afraid that she would not be able to survive with her face stained with tears and blood. beautiful.
"oops--"
Mu Qing did not speak, and the way he chose to answer was extremely simple.
He put one hand through Murong Jing's knees, put the other hand around Murong Jing's lower back, and held her directly onto his crossed legs.
Mu Qing held Murong Jing's face tightly with both hands, looking at the corners of her eyes with glistening tears and her red lips, Mu Qing breathed heavily, lowered her head and kissed her.
"Well."
Until now, Murong Jing still couldn't believe Mu Qing's departure and return. Faced with such a sudden kiss, she subconsciously closed her eyes and pushed Mu Qing's shoulders with her hands.
The sweetness of blood and the saltiness of tears spread in the warm mouth. Mu Qing greedily felt the scent of Murong Jing, wishing to squeeze her whole body into his body.
The short breaths of the two entangled with their noses touching each other. Murong Jing breathed Mu Qing's breath, and her hands that resisted had already wrapped around Mu Qing's shoulders and placed them on the back of Mu Qing's neck.
The kiss, which was placed on the ground in front of the hut, regardless of appearance, lasted for a long time. It was not until Mu Qing could no longer feel the bloody smell in his mouth that he let go of his mouth with some fear.
"Boo~"
Mu Qing looked at Murong Jing's slightly swollen lips, and with great difficulty moved his gaze upwards to look into Murong Jing's eyes.
There was still a teardrop hanging in the corner of Murong Jing's eyes, Mu Qing wiped it away with extreme care with her fingers. Murong Jing's eyes swayed, looking at Mu Qing who was so close, she was momentarily infatuated.
Mu Qing felt the real breath in his arms, breathed out gently, and finally said: "Don't you have nothing to say to me?"
Murong Jing felt Mu Qing's tenderness at this moment and pursed her lips. When she saw Mu Qing's fiery eyes, she quickly separated and said, "Why are you back again?"
When Murong Jing asked about this, Mu Qing slapped her on the buttocks. He wanted to pretend to be serious about asking, but under her full gaze, he simply turned his head away and asked: "Why don't I Will I come back? Don’t you want me to come back?”
Murong Jing sat up slightly in Mu Qing's arms, raised her hands, held Mu Qing's face in a similar manner, moved his head straight, and said seriously: "If you can come back, I can see you again. It’s the happiest and happiest thing in my life.”
Mu Qing's prepared questions were blocked in his throat.
