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Ever since Xie Zhan's old mansion came out, Huan Lin's thoughts have been muddled.They were some discarded letter papers, some were torn into several pieces, some were crumpled up, and many of the ink stains inside had already faded, but if you look carefully, you can see the same beginning—Huan Lin’s kiss.

It was Xie Zhan's handwriting, a letter written by Xie Zhan to him, but it was thrown aside for some reason before it was finished.If you look carefully, the difference between some letters is only the wording is different, as if he wrote a letter countless times, and finally only got one draft, and the rest were thrown in this drawer.

Most of those letter papers have turned yellow, but they are not exactly the same. Some are darker yellow, some are lighter yellow, and some are still white paper.There is a whole drawer full of waste paper accumulated over the years.

He could almost imagine how Xie Zhan was sitting at the desk, writing those letters, halfway through writing them, frowning for a while, then crumpling them into a ball and throwing them into the drawer. A letter was written over and over again like that. with.

When he was on the battlefield, Huan Lin could receive letters from Xie Zhan every month, but he never opened them.As soon as he opened it, he would think of the image of Xie Zhan and Sima Yan being entangled, like a shadow, lingering, and finally transformed into an indescribable pain.

However, looking at these letter papers, Huan Lin couldn't help thinking, if Xie Zhan didn't love him, why did he write to him, and wrote each letter countless times, but if he loved him, why did he want to be with Emperor Yuanxi?

He seems to have fallen into a vicious circle of doubt, and he can't get out of it no matter what.

Huan Lin brought all those discarded letter papers into the palace, and locked himself in the Taiji Hall all afternoon, reading those fragments over and over again, as if in a daze, and couldn't stop.

Xie Zhan's letters are full of trivial matters, just like the letters written by Xie Zhan in the first few years.

Today I got an ancient music score, tomorrow the pear tree I planted bears fruit, I won a chess game with someone the day after tomorrow, I made a painting the day after tomorrow, and I wrote down trivial things tirelessly.

Huan Lin's eyes were fixed on those letter papers, but he couldn't bear to move them away.

He couldn't help but see the appearance of that person in his mind. He was playing the Guqin music seriously, standing under the pear tree in white clothes, joy appeared on his face after winning the game of chess, and carefully tracing the painting. Imprinted in his mind now.

Huan Lin walked to the bedside and opened the drawer. There were many unopened letters hidden there, but now they have all been reduced to ashes and are empty.

Huan Lin stared blankly for a while, then walked to the table, grabbed the yellowed letter paper, and walked towards the side hall.

The man was still lying there, quietly, not even changing his movements.Huan Lin walked over, grabbed his hand, and put the letter paper in front of him: "What's the matter with these letters? Are you used to writing to me or because..."

He couldn't ask the next words.He shouldn't have such extravagant expectations, making him appear so cheap and humble.

Huan Lin didn't ask any more, but lay down on the ice bed.

When night fell, he asked Master Huanqing to summon his soul again, but the candles were still all extinguished, and there was no result.People die like lights go out, maybe he really left.

Pay off the Master looked at him hesitant to speak.After Huan Lin left, a candle suddenly lit up.Paying off, the Master frowned and looked at the candle, the position of the candle seemed to be a bit wrong.

At night, Huan Lin had many complicated dreams.

He dreamed of his father. Since his father passed away five years ago, he can only rely on a painting hanging in his study to recall his father's appearance.In Huan Rin's memory, his father was as cold as a mountain, a very serious person who had high demands on him.His mother died early, and he was naughty when he was young, so he was not less scolded and beaten by his father.However, he is still the person Huan Rin respects the most.

The Huan family's fortunes have fallen, and they are looked down upon by the gentry. His father's wish is to make the Huan family stand among the gentry.Huan Lin has been fascinated by it since he was a child, so he only wants to make meritorious service on the battlefield.Father and son were of the same heart, and the days on the battlefield were joyful.

In the dream, halfway up the mountain, his father stood there with the teacher who taught him since he was a child, and their eyes fell on the same place.

There, a boy hugged another boy tightly, wishing they could get tired of being together every day.After a long while, the boy reluctantly left, ran back halfway, and secretly kissed another boy on the face, his face was full of joyful smiles.

"Yinzhuo, what do you think?" The general asked the literati beside him.

"Youth's mind cannot last long." The literati stroked his beard and thought for a moment.

"Playthings are exhausted after all." The man frowned, unable to relax for a long time.

"The general can add some persuasion."

The old general's persuasion naturally beat the boy up.At that time, the boy was young and energetic and not afraid of beating, and he was like glue with another boy. Before his injury healed, he happily ran to another boy.

All this fell into the eyes of those two people, the old general frowned more and more, and one day, he couldn't help but said to the literati: "Yin Zhuo, Lin'er is the most proud of my sons, From now on, the Huan family will also fall on his shoulders. The son of the Huan family can't be ambiguous with a man, and be laughed at by those gentry."

"General, we will be going north in a few days. The enthusiasm of this young man is the easiest to be wiped out. When he goes to the battlefield, the relationship between those sons and daughters will fade away." The literati comforted.

The old general's brows did not relax.

Huan Lin woke up from his sleep.The scene in the dream is so clear that it seems real.He never knew that his father had paid so much attention to the affairs between him and Xie Zhan, and looked worried.At that time, he didn't think too much, he just thought that if he and Xie Zhan liked each other, they could be together for a long time.

There was an uneasy feeling in him about things he had never known.After he entered the barracks, he didn't forget his children's affair and that person on the battlefield, under bloody conditions, as his mentor said.His father often mentioned to him the daughters of his colleagues or subordinates intentionally or unintentionally, but Huan Lin never took it to heart, and only said, "I already have a sweetheart, and when I return home with success, I will marry him." .

He remembered his father's stern expression when he said this.That time, his father was very angry and beat him severely, almost killing him, so Huan Lin remembered it very clearly.His father had never been so angry.

The more Huan Lin thought about it, the more he felt that something was wrong, but it was just a dream, his father and mentor had both passed away, and there were not many old people left, so the truth was no longer known.If it is fake, why would it fall into a dream for nothing?

The more Huan Lin thought about it, the more he fell into that horrible vicious circle, and he couldn't sleep in the second half of the night.On the second day, Master Paying Off pushed open the door, and saw a person standing blankly beside the cold ice bed. His face was expressionless, his eyes were motionless, and he looked very scary.

In fact, when he first stepped into the Tai Chi Hall, he felt a gust of cold air hit his face.He seemed to have really attracted something yesterday, and that thing has not yet left.

Paying off the Master summoned another soul.

Huan Lin stood aside with a cold face.

There is still no response, hope has been exhausted, so Huan Lin is not too disappointed.

Sima Yan's death did not cause much disturbance.

Huan Lin raised Sima Yan's youngest son, Sima Yin, by his side, and inherited Sima Yan's title as King of Yingchuan.What he did seemed lenient, but in fact he was taking him as a hostage, and those who had their hearts attached to the Sima family didn't dare to say anything.

When Sima Yin was brought in front of Huan Rin by the maid, Huan Rin's eyes paused on him.

The little child, wrapped in a white gown and tied in two small buns, has fair skin, red lips and white teeth, and has already begun to see the rudiment of handsomeness. His narrow eyes and eyebrows that are as light as smoke are very similar to him.If I had met him a few years earlier, it must have been like this.

Huan Lin's cold heart suddenly softened, and he temporarily forgot that this person was Sima Yan's child.

"You can call Ah Ning by your nickname from now on." Huan Lin walked over and patted his head.

Xie Jia Azhan, the word Zining.When those old officials heard this name, they didn't know how to vomit blood.

The child didn't understand and just nodded.

Huan Lin gave him a book, and Ah Ning held the book for a whole day, quietly, not obediently like a six-year-old child.

In the afternoon, Huan Lin sent someone to check on his father.

At night, he had another dream.

The noisy scene in the dream is exactly the scene when Huan's army broke through Luoyang, returned with victory, and the people lined the road to welcome them.He was riding on a tall horse, and there were crowds of people on both sides of the street.He shouldn't have turned his head, but in his dream, he subconsciously turned his head as if being drawn, so that the crowd could see that person.Seeing his expression, his eyes fell directly on him, and there seemed to be longing and joy in those eyes, and when he looked at him for a second time, he could no longer find him.

The scene changed suddenly, it was the other courtyard in the eastern suburbs that he was familiar with.He was sitting under the pear tree, with a guqin in front of him, playing the very familiar song "Phoenix Seeking Phoenix".

His clothes were spotless, his fingers were clean and fair, and there were moist pears on the stone table beside him, as if he was waiting for a guest from afar.

Suddenly a voice said: "Young Master, Young Master Huan just came back and wants to visit with his father. He will come to the door in a few days when he is free. Don't worry."

Huan Lin suddenly woke up from the dream.