Kiyohito

The rain hadn't stopped when Long San woke up in the gazebo.

The sky and the earth formed a line between the whiteness and stood a figure in blue. Long San stared at the figure for a long time, and then got up, and immediately there was a 64-bone umbrella in the palm of his right hand.He walked into the misty rain with an umbrella and stopped in front of the blue-clothed figure. The umbrella covered his slender and long eyes, and the bridge of his nose only showed his pointed chin. "This fairy Is someone waiting here?"

Long San was thinner and taller than Shen Qingqian by half a head, Shen Qingqian raised his distressed face and watched him without saying a word, the rainwater slid down his chin in a line, his eyes full of broken hope.He smiled miserably, and Long San had already passed him by. The figure in Tsing Yi holding an umbrella drifted away, always shrouded in this misty rain, which made people feel unreal.

Shen Qingqian knew that he couldn't see him again, and she couldn't say a word to him even though she was right in front of his eyes. This would only speed up the speed of his forgetting him until he became a transparent person in front of his eyes, even when he was in the rain just now. Asking him that sentence, Long San just said it and forgot what happened just now, so he couldn't see him, and walked forward with his own umbrella.Naturally, he will not have this paragraph in his memory, and he will not remember why he came here alone. The forgotten part of the brain will fill in by itself.

500 years later, he still hasn't remembered him.Can't even see him.

The rainwater hit his body stiffly and Shen Qingqian said to himself, "It's okay, sooner or later he will think of you."

Followed behind him countless times until he returned to the West Sea.

There is a wine in Xihai called Qingboyin, drinkers will forget the person they love the most in this life, and the memory will be tampered with without leaving a blank.Eleven times, sometimes he just couldn't see him and passed by, sometimes after saying a word to him, the memory began to tamper with himself and he couldn't see him, no matter how many times he appeared in front of him, It is futile.

Shen Qingqian still remembered that he asked him to wait for him for 2000 years, and he said that he would think of him after 2000 years, but he couldn't hold it anymore and was constantly being forgotten and ignored by him.In the pouring rain, that embarrassing figure shrunk into a small ball and wept heart-poundingly.

1000 years later, amidst the shadows of lamps and figures, Long San is still in that turquoise robe and has an extra folding fan in his hand, making him appear to be a frivolous young man.Those slender and long eyes swept over Shen Qingqian who was standing in front of him, and walked past him with a smile on his face, standing in front of a girl in a skirt, "I don't know if there will be any Miss at the Lantern Festival." partner?"

Seeing that he was quite handsome, the girl shook her head with a frivolity and dislike, "Sorry, sir."

Long San, who had been rejected so many times, was a little discouraged, and sighed amidst the crowd, "Could it be that I'm really ugly?"

A wandering child ran past and inadvertently pushed Shen Qingqian into Long San's arms. Shen Qingqian raised his eyebrows and looked at the frowning Long San from a close distance and said softly, "It's not ugly, it's beautiful. You can't find anyone to accompany you at the Lantern Festival, and I'm here," he slowly lowered his head while talking, "As long as you can see me."

The blue-clothed boy clinging too closely to the green-clothed youth caused many passers-by to look sideways. Long San couldn't see Shen Qingqian, who was right in front of him, and didn't understand why there were people peeping at him frequently. Nothing unusual.The young man who was expecting him to find out at first finally gave a wry smile and stood in front of his eyes.

As soon as Long San unscrewed the folding fan, his hair danced lightly with a seductive smile, the corners of those slender eyes were slightly coquettish, Shen Qingqian looked at him unscrupulously, watching him striding into the biggest street on the street. That brothel.On the surface, he looks like a frivolous young man, but he always knows that he is lonely, and the place he wants to find someone to accompany him forever will always be a brothel.Every time I watch him play every time, I can't help but think of his love for him at the beginning, but he is such a sensitive person who keeps saying that he likes him over and over again. At that time, he thought he was teasing him. Now he wants to come to this world. He is the only one he treats with sincerity.

How precious is Long San's sincerity, it was only given to him.Shen Qingqian felt that it was getting more and more difficult to breathe, but a plain white hand raised his chin unexpectedly.

"What's your name? Why didn't I see you when I came here before?" Long San seemed to be infected by the sadness in the young man's eyes and secretly called out hell.

"My name is……"

Only when Shen Qingqian moved her lips, Long San's hand had already been put down, and there was still some doubt in his eyes, but it disappeared quickly, like the last white light quietly disappearing in the night.

Long San had already put his arms around another woman's waist and was laughing with that woman as he went upstairs.Shen Qingqian's eyes lowered slightly, ignoring the prostitutes who surrounded him. This kind of scene and this situation kept repeating. Shen Qingqian really wanted to vent, but couldn't find the strength to drink a glass of pear blossom white. All strength is lost.That kind of powerlessness emerged from the depths of his heart and swept his whole body. When the whole world was turned upside down, he wanted to draw the corners of his lips in a self-deprecating manner, but he couldn't.

In the next nearly 1000 years, he kept sending things to him in the West Sea, and occasionally he responded, but he made an appointment to meet but never showed up.He looked for him many times and he didn't show up once.

Until that time when Longsan sent someone to give him a picture of Momei, he remembered every word he said 2000 years ago very clearly. He once said, "When I remember you in 2000, the prince I will definitely give you a picture of Mo Mei to tell you that I, the Third Prince Long, will never let you go in this life. If there are others around you at that time, if you love me less than before, I will kill you even if it is a robbery. You are tied to me."

He passed 2000 years in a daze, yes, unknowingly, belatedly, 2000 has arrived.

Shen Qingqian was used to wearing blue clothes, for fear that Long San would not recognize him if he changed into another color, so he arrived early at the kiosk where he had made an appointment to meet, and he had a strong premonition that Long San, he was thinking of Mu Chuhan will definitely appear.

I don't know how long it has passed, it seems like hundreds of years, like thousands of years, that kind of suffering every minute and every second seems to be able to kill every inch of thoughts in the limbs and bones, but the thoughts are endless like sea water.

He heard subtle footsteps behind him, and a familiar voice seemed to pass through every place through the silent barren mountain and the Tangtang River.Not paying attention to what those words said, he turned around, the wind passed by and stilled, he was still dressed in green and his smile was brighter than ever.