【Xiaming】Dyeing paper

When he took Xiangshuai's letter and rushed all the way to the Central Plains, his mind was still in a mess.

Could it be that his longing for Fang Ying and his subconscious closeness to that person were all because of this dementing incense?

And these two...maybe even...

He thought of what that Mr. Qin said to him that day, and he vaguely sensed the truth in his heart, but he didn't dare to think about it any more, and even thinking about it made him feel chills all over his body.

It wasn't until he arrived in Luo Town that his mind cleared up a little.He saw Su Rongrong standing by the tea shop at the entrance of the town, shook his head, put those things down for a while, and then put on a rather bright smile and waved at them: "Sister Rongrong, I'm coming. "

He tied the horse in the stable, performed a few ups and downs, and came in front of the two of them. Before he could speak, Su Rongrong looked at him and frowned and said, "Why are you messing around like this? Your injuries haven't healed yet. Don't get mad."

He pretended to be silly and smiled obediently, but Su Rongrong had nothing to do with him, so she let him go with a sigh.

Chu Liuxiang was talking with two imposing people in the tea shop.He couldn't go up and disturb him, so he was idly playing with the weapon in his hand, and he was thinking about the matter of Lihunxiang, but he heard Xiangshuai, who was drinking tea and talking with two big men, calling him over.He was introduced by Xiangshuai to the two people in front of him, but listening to the conversation between the three of them, he felt that he was in a fog. It was not until the two of them left in the end that he was called out by Xiangshuai, and then he came back to his senses Come.

Chu Liuxiang shook his fan, looked at him and said, "My little friend seems a little absent-minded today?"

He scratched his head, and said apologetically, "It's nothing...Xiang Shuai doesn't need to care."

Chu Liuxiang is not a person who likes to meddle in other people's private affairs. Hearing what he said now, she stopped asking.He only said in a warm voice: "I just invited Mr. Nan to have a drink and chat at the inn tonight. If it's convenient, my friend, can you go and find a good wine for me?"

Naturally, he would not refuse such a small effort.He asked the villagers about the nearby wine shop, and finally found a good pear flower brew. When he came out of the wine shop with a small jar full of wine, he accidentally caught a glimpse of a familiar figure on the corner of the street.

Standing beside him was a plainly dressed young girl.After a few words with the girl, he untied the purse from his body and handed it to the girl.But the latter kept shaking his head, returned the money bag to him, then ran away in a hurry with his head bowed.The man seemed to be slightly stunned, and after a while he put the money bag back into his arms, his face turned indifferent again.

The other party was still wearing the black robe embroidered with dark patterns, and also had a golden mask on his face.But for some reason, he only took one look, and it was as if he was glued to that figure, and he couldn't look away anymore.

Fang Siming returned to the Central Plains.

He has full hatred for this place, but he also misses its warmth.

This hatred does not originate from the biological parents who have never met again, and the warmth has nothing to do with them.He thought that his love and hatred in this life should be tied to Zhu Wengui alone.

He would occasionally think of the days when Zhu Wengui was Mr. Bamboo.He was weak and sick, so Zhu Wengui searched for famous doctors to take care of him by his side.He was ridiculed by others, and Zhu Wengui blocked all those bad rumors from him like a mountain protecting him.He was in a good mood, and Zhu Wengui smiled along with him.

Later... oh, later.

He shook his head, there seemed to be a mocking smile on his lips, but his eyes were blank.

Who is he trying to laugh at?

He and Zhu Wengui should be father and son.Just like a fish should live in water and a man should breathe, this is also the iron rule for his survival.Compared with resistance and hatred, Zhu Wengui's disgust and disappointment made him feel more intolerable.

It was the only warmth that he held in his hand, or had ever held.Even though this warmth is mixed with countless conspiracies and purposes, and it seems that he has already left him, he is still reluctant to let go of his clenched hand.

He was afraid that as soon as he let go of his hand, he would find that the warmth had already left him.

Even if it was a lie, he could only take it as the truth.

There is no choice, no other way.

That's it.

Fang Siming shook his head, feeling that it was ridiculous to think about these things now.It was probably because he revisited his old place and met someone who seemed to be in a similar situation to him, which made him feel a little hurt.But he has more important things to do right now.He sighed softly, and turned around, only to see the boy across the street holding a jug of wine, looking at him in surprise.

He was stunned for a moment, but the boy's eyes lit up and he ran towards him.The young man was holding a heavy object in his arms, and ran too fast, a thin layer of sweat oozes from his forehead in these few steps.He stood still in front of Fang Siming, his face suddenly showing a little nervousness.After a while, he looked at Fang Siming and asked, "Why are you here?"

It's really strange, why does he seem to see a little joy in the boy's eyes?

What was there to be happy about seeing him?

Fang Siming felt a little funny in his heart, but his face was still indifferent.

Because of some special needs, he was taught by Zhu Wengui to be very good at observing words and emotions. It is almost difficult for ordinary people to hide their emotions in front of him.But for the young man in front of him, it seems that this skill has never been used.

This is not because the other party is scheming and good at hiding.It's that he doesn't need to observe deliberately at all to see his emotions.The boy seemed to be very bad at hiding his emotions, or had never been taught to hide his emotions.He wrote all his emotions on his face anytime and anywhere, even ordinary people can see through him at a glance.

But what he thinks is sometimes completely different from what Fang Siming expected, and sometimes what he says makes Fang Siming feel a little unexpected.

Since he was rescued from the water that day, Fang Siming had been paying attention to the young man's movements.Watching him indulge in the mountains and rivers with Chu Liuxiang, he has experienced many things that can grind his mind into a different look.But now the young man looked into his eyes, but they were still as pure, as if no dirt in the world could get into his eyes, so clean... it was enviable.

He has everything that he doesn't have.

Innocence, vitality, kindness, and even a little bit of stubbornness towards some things make people feel friendly and cute—in fact, Fang Siming is also a stubborn person, and they are somewhat similar in this regard.

But it's completely different.

This young man's stubbornness is always kind, with a sense of warmth.And his...

His stubbornness, in exchange for always dripping blood, hard-to-heal wounds, endless abuse, and not seeing others in this life.

When he was Fang Ying, he could see the longing in the young man's eyes - he was not surprised.Fang Ying's existence was originally for the purpose of gaining favor from men.But although there is love and affection in the eyes of this young man, it is not mixed with lust or flattery at all, which makes Fang Siming feel very fresh.

Clean things sometimes make people want to destroy them, but looking at him, Fang Siming still feels a little greedy.

Fang Siming looked at his slightly flushed cheeks due to running, put away those thoughts in his heart, lowered his eyes and said: "Well, there are some things."

He noticed that the young man suddenly felt a little depressed when he heard his slightly perfunctory words, and couldn't help but bend the corners of his lips, saying: "I just met a poor person I don't know. I gave her some money to go back Pay off the debt, but she didn't ask for it."

After he finished speaking, he looked at the young man's right hand holding the wine jar, and said casually, "How's the injury on your hand?"

Hearing what he said, the other party's face turned red suddenly, he lowered his head and said that it was all right, then looked up at him hesitantly and said, "What happened last time... thank you."

He was startled for a while before saying: "No need."

He glanced at the wine in the young man's arms, and the other party seemed to have sensed his gaze, looked at him and said, "This... Xiang Shuai asked me to buy it to entertain guests."

For some reason, Fang Siming suddenly felt a little dry when he heard Chu Liuxiang's name from his mouth—especially the undisguised yearning and admiration in the other party's eyes made the dryness even worse , so that there are some unspeakable feelings in my heart.

His eyes turned into that indifferent expression of repulsiveness again, and before the other party could ask any more questions, he said coldly, "It seems that you have something to do, so I'll go first." When he turned around, he caught a glimpse of the young man The eyes that dimmed in an instant, sighed softly, and his tone became lighter: "I'll come to drink with you some other day."

Those eyes, which were as clear as clear water, really regained their spirits, and a quite bright smile appeared on his face.

Fang Siming felt his heart skip a beat, took another deep look at him, then turned and left.

When Fang Siming was far away, he held the wine jar and slowly squatted down. No matter how weird his posture was at the moment, his cheeks were flushed and he stared blankly at the direction Fang Siming left.

It was obvious that Su Rongrong was also concerned about his injury just now, but from that person's mouth, why did he feel his heart beating so fast?

Could it be that the potency of Soul Absorbing Incense is so strong...

Or... for other reasons?

He returned to the inn with the wine jar in his arms, and at night, as if he was sleepwalking, he was dragged by Xiang Shuai to entertain Nan Wusheng together.He was sitting by the wine table, watching Nan Wusheng and Chu Liuxiang drinking and chatting with each other—there were always other meanings in their words.It is really tiring to listen to such smart people speak. When they say a word, there are countless tricks hidden inside, just waiting for the other party to show their flaws.He dozed off listening to it, and finally found a chance to sneak out when both of them were quite drunk.

It was already mid-moon outside the inn, he took a long breath of the slightly cold night air, and when he looked up, he saw the familiar figure on the roof of the inn fell into his eyes again.

The man was still wearing a black robe, which looked a little thin in the lonely and cold night of the Central Plains.He sat alone on the roof with a jug of wine beside him, sometimes pouring himself a drink, and sometimes looking into the distance.Against the backdrop of the moonlight, his whole body seemed to be covered with a layer of warm light, and his usual sharp outline became very soft.

But his figure looked extremely lonely, as if there was a chill all over his body.

This was the first time he had seen Fang Siming like this.

With a thought in his heart, he made a light effort and flew up to the roof.That man was excellent in martial arts, and he never thought of hiding his whereabouts.It was only when he landed in front of that person that he realized that it was a bit abrupt for him to interrupt so hastily, but he couldn't think of a better excuse for a while.

Fortunately, the other party didn't seem to care, just slightly hooked the corners of his lips, looked at him and said, "It's still far away."

He blushed, and responded with a nah.After that miserable fall, he put in a lot of effort to study the footwork taught by Xiangshuai when he went back, and now he has accomplished it.Just now, it was also a bit of a show in front of Fang Siming, to save some face - but the other party seemed to see through his little thoughts at a glance, and hit him so mercilessly.

When he was feeling a little lost, he heard the other party change the subject: "However, there is some progress."

Just because of such a gentle compliment, the little disappointment in his heart was wiped away.What's worse, even though he was a little disappointed at first, he didn't feel angry at all, and even seemed... a little happy.

He calmed down the panic in his heart a little, coughed and said, "What... are you doing here?"

Fang Siming listened to his words, but suddenly lowered his eyes, turned to look into the distance, and said lightly: "Drink and think about things."

He took a few steps forward and sat next to Fang Siming - noticing that the other party did not reject his actions, he breathed a sigh of relief in his heart and asked, "What are you thinking?"

Fang Siming is rarely willing to talk to him today.After listening to his question, without even looking at him, he just handed him a glass of wine, looked up at the moon in the sky, and after a long time, said softly, "An old friend."

Before he could respond, Fang Siming drank another glass of wine and said, "When I saw Erya today, I suddenly thought of an old friend. His father was also like Zhang Tiezhu, always beating and insulting him, but what about others?" I beg you, he is not willing to leave his father." After he finished speaking, he was silent for a long time before he said softly: "Whether it's Erya or that old friend, why are you all willing to give up everything you have for a little warmth? Give it all away?"

He opened his mouth, but couldn't say a word for a while.

Fang Siming didn't seem to expect any answer from him, so he just continued: "Even when I was a child... there was a time when I treated each other sincerely, even if there was a real father-son relationship. But now... is it really worth it? "

These words seemed to be asking, but also seemed to be talking to himself.

He felt that he should say something at this time - he seemed to have never been so close to the real Fang Siming, the person who had removed all disguises.But he also felt that he didn't understand anything, didn't know anything, and at this moment he was too far away from the person in front of him.

He couldn't get into Fang Siming's heart.

He suddenly felt flustered—he should have said something.But he vaguely felt that people like Fang Siming didn't need his comfort.

In the end, he only looked up at Fang Siming, and said firmly, "My father and I will also quarrel."

Fang Siming was stunned for a moment, but he drank a glass of wine, looked at the moon and said softly: "When I was young, my father was always obedient to me. I never forced me to do things I didn't want to do. But after growing up, he But always disregarding my ideas and making me do things I don't like."

Hearing his innocent words, Fang Siming didn't find it funny for some reason. He just looked at him and said calmly, "Your father...it must be for your own good. My old friend...something doesn't understand him. Father."

Hearing this, he nodded slightly.But then he looked into Fang Siming's eyes and said with a smile: "Father... is father. Whether what he does is for your own good or for himself, it doesn't matter. But in the end, everything depends on you It’s worth it if you think it’s worth it.”

Fang Siming didn't seem to expect him to answer like this, he was stunned for a moment, and an elusive emotion flashed in his eyes.After a long time, he said in a deep voice, "Yes... father... is father."

What he did can never be turned back, what difference does it make if it is worth it?

But he didn't want to pierce the beautiful, kind and almost innocent thoughts of the young man in front of him.

He poured another glass of wine, and held it up far away, facing the moon in the sky, his voice was so soft that it was almost inaudible, but also as if it was extremely heavy.

"In this way, I will respect this mountain that cannot be surpassed, the sea that cannot be swam... to... my father in this world."

His eyes reflected the bright moon and the night in the sky, like amber covered with a layer of white gauze, looking extremely gentle, but his expression was a little dazed, as if he was about to shed tears again in loneliness.

However, he will never cry.

Fang Siming's tears had already been shed, and the rest was nothing but cold blood.

He stared blankly at Fang Siming's side face, his heart was agitated, but it seemed to be tightened by something, and he couldn't even say a word.

However, before he could recover, the wine glass slipped from Fang Siming's hand and hit the roof tiles with a bang.The person beside him also fell down suddenly, and he rushed forward to support him, but found that the skin touched by his hand was so cold that his fingers were almost frozen.

Fang Siming's eyes were closed tightly, and he bit his right hand tightly, as if it was in great pain, but he didn't make the slightest sound.He eagerly hugged and helped him up, and was about to go down to find Xiangshuai for help, but Fang Siming grabbed his sleeve tightly.

Fang Siming seemed to be enduring great pain, his face became paler, and even his always red lips were almost bloodless.But those deep pool-like eyes still looked at him, shook his head and panted, "Don't... worry... it will pass in a while."

He suddenly felt a chill go down his back, as if he had been thrown into icy water.

Apart from the poison of the dementing incense, what else could torture the person in front of him into this state?

He suddenly felt that he couldn't move his foot any further.He no longer disobeyed Fang Siming's intentions, so he half-kneeled down, pulled his right hand away soothingly, saw the layers of old and new scars covered under the armor, his eyes darkened, and his hand to the opponent's mouth.

At this time, Fang Siming was so painful that his consciousness was a little blurred, and he didn't notice his movements, but kept trembling, his face was pale and almost transparent.In the past, when the toxicity of the dementor incense flared up, he would find a secluded place to survive by himself.But recently, this toxic attack has become more and more frequent, and this time it came too suddenly, even he had never expected it.

But he vaguely felt that someone was holding his hand tightly in the blur of consciousness, which made the pain not so sad.

I don't know how long it took before Fang Siming gradually calmed down.But it seemed that the whole body was out of strength, maybe it was the remnant of the poison, which made the whole person in a daze, and couldn't recover for a long time.

Until Fang Siming fully woke up, he kept looking into the distance.His eyes were still clear, but he seemed to be wearing something else.He seemed to be thinking about something all the time, until the dawn light appeared in the sky, then he turned his head to look at Fang Siming, smiled at the latter and said, "Is it better?"

After saying that, he slowly stretched out his hand—as if trembling a little because of nervousness, but he didn't stop for a moment.He took off the mask on Fang Siming's face.Get closer again.

He kissed those cold thin lips.

He thought about a lot of things that night, but in the end it seemed like he hadn't figured anything out.He thought, what will he do when Fang Siming wakes up?What should I say?What to ask him?

But the moment he really saw those eyes open, all disturbing thoughts suddenly disappeared in his mind.

Not seeing enough, talking enough, hugging enough—this has to be the case... just to talk about it.

Even though it might be because of the dementing incense, he didn't care about it.

He is willing to indulge in it.

He wanted to touch Fang Siming.