[Qihong] Frost leaves are red in February flowers

Xie Jiuye was invited to the Red Mansion, and after learning about the situation, he remained silent for a long time.

On his face, Er Yuehong saw that very familiar expression.

It turned out that he took the girl around to ask for medicine but failed, and the expression that the doctor often showed.

He fell into an ice cellar.

"Jiuye?" He tentatively asked, "You, do you have a way?..."

Xie Jiu couldn't bear it either, he never imagined that Changsha's all-powerful Master Zhang is now lying on the bed, his life is in danger.

But he couldn't lie.

"Second Master...Looking at Master Buddha, he is indeed a man who has run out of fuel...so exhausting...for you and him...it is torture..."

Er Yuehong grabbed his sleeve suddenly, "You mean to let me kill him?!"

"Second Master, you have to calm down. That is not death for you, but relief."

……

Qishan...

Qishan...

you wake up...

How could I... how could I kill you...

I……

Xie Jiu looked at the distraught Er Yuehong and sighed.

"Second Master, think about it carefully..."

Fall asleep again, then wake up.

Zhang Qishan couldn't tell if this was a dream or reality.

His head hurt a little, he rubbed between his brows, opened his eyes, and found himself sitting on the bamboo chair in Er Yuehong's study, and Er Yuehong was quietly sitting behind the desk reading a book.

"How long have I been asleep?" He asked, smiling, "I had a few dreams, it's all from our past."

Er Yuehong looked up at him, "It must not be a good dream."

Zhang Qishan smiled heartily and didn't say much.

Let the past be in your heart.

Dream, let's just laugh it off.

"Qishan, come here." Er Yuehong called out.

Zhang Qishan got up and walked over obediently, "What's the matter? You miss me so close?"

Er Yuehong didn't speak, but it rained in her eyes.

Seeing his tears rushing down, Zhang Qishan was startled.

"What's the matter, why are you still crying?" He hurried over, put his arms around his shoulders, and made him lean on his body, "Why does such a big man cry when he says he is crying? Tell me why you are wronged."

Er Yuehong tugged at his clothes, choked up and called his name, "Qishan...Qishan..."

"Don't blame me...don't blame me...I kill you...I want to save you..."

……

At some point, a dagger was inserted into his chest.

kill me?help me?

Is the wetness on my chest my blood or your tears?

After a moment of silence, Zhang Qishan smiled in relief.

He reached out and stroked Er Yuehong's soft hair with a very soft voice.

"I won't blame you, Second Master, you always have your reasons."

Opening his eyes suddenly, Zhang Qishan's back was covered in cold sweat.

This time, he found himself lying on the bed, the familiar one, the bed where he always spent nights with Er Yue's red-eared temples.With a heavy chest, he looked down.

Er Yuehong lay on his chest, holding a dagger in his hand, and plunged into his chest.

He felt that Er Yuehong was crying, and he wanted to comfort him like in a dream, telling him that it was all right and stop crying.

But his strength seemed to be taken away little by little, and he could only lie quietly, looking at Er Yuehong's hair.

Second master, do you know that you have white hair on the top of your head, you have to take good care of yourself.

Second master, it's really all right, maybe this is also fate, you must have your own reasons, but I can't listen anymore.

Second master, it's cold down here, I'll go first, don't worry, don't chase, I know you're going slowly, I'll wait for you.

Second master, if you would like to be with me in the next life, can you let me meet you first.

Second Master, you need to remember that I love you very much.

Er Yuehong didn't know it until his death, and when he personally killed Zhang Qishan, he also missed the last chance to see each other.

If love lasts forever, how many times will flowers bloom when I see you again...

Flowers fall in dreams, how much do you know?

It's like a dream but not a dream.

It is a dream and a dream.

Do you still remember, the new tomb and the old bones buried the first seven?

The author has something to say: Today 817 is a rice festival!I remember I was still in Changbai Mountain at this time last year... but this year I have to make up lessons qwq Senior Three Gou feels bitter...

I abused it and ran away... I am my real mother!little angels