Red plums reflect youth

"Qiao Yang..." Ziqing's trembling voice came with the breeze, but Qiao Yang didn't seem to have heard it, standing lonely by the Wutang River like the withered willow tree next to him.

Ziqing was waiting in Qingcheng Pavilion for Qiao Yang to bring back the news of Qiao Sheng, but after waiting most of the night, Qiao Yang did not arrive, but Xu Changming instead.Xu Changming only said with a low face that Qiao Yang was by the Wutang River and told Ziqing to go quickly.

Ziqing calmed down, walked up to Qiao Yang, patted him on the shoulder lightly, and asked softly, "Tell me, Qiao gave birth to him... um."

Qiao Yang turned around suddenly, hugged Ziqing's waist tightly with one hand, and clasped the back of his head with the other, and began to kiss him frantically, ravaging his wet lips and biting his tongue indiscriminately, as if to Bitten him to death, like eating him.

pain……

asphyxia……

Amidst the intense pain and suffocation, another stronger emotion was conveyed to Ziqing through Qiao Yang's frantic biting.

It was unspeakable sadness, an apology that was too late, and regret that could never be shaken off.

And this overwhelming despair.

Don't ask, here is the answer.

There is hope, then disappointment, hope again, disappointment again... In the end, it all turns into despair, which is more despair than the despair that has never been expected, and it is even more unacceptable!

We...have all lost our most important relatives...

pain……

asphyxia……

It is also the pain of heart spasm, the suffocation of the heart.

From the beginning to the end, Ziqing did not resist, allowing Qiao Yang to suck and bite his lips frantically, even though the pain was unbearable.

Because of myself, I want to use this real pain to numb the pain in my heart.

Also because of this moment, he understood that Qiao Yang had never been so vulnerable, like a helpless child.

Qiao Yang, you are a big fool.

After something happened, just tell me not to blame myself, in fact, you are the one who blames yourself the most.Don't say it out loud, but actually love Qiao Sheng more than anyone else in his heart.Let me be relieved, in fact, how have you ever been relieved.

"Hmm..." The sudden sweet smell in his mouth brought Qiao Yang back to his senses, and he let Ziqing go out of breath.

Looking at Ziqing's lips, they were ravaged and swollen, and a dark color trickled slowly from the corner of the bitten lips.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry...Ziqing..." Qiao Yang licked the blood from the corner of Ziqing's mouth distressedly, and held him in his arms pitifully: "Qiao gave birth to him...he really fell into the river...he..." Qiao Yang sobbed hoarsely: "Ziqing, don't leave me, never leave me, I've already lost him, and I can't live without you."

"Fool... I'm here, I've always been here." Ziqing hugged Qiao Yang, resting her head on his chest, and murmured.In fact, my heart is not like a knife, but...Qiao Yang, you are already fragile and helpless at this time, I don't want to add another layer of weakness, I want to be strong, and tolerate your heart, just like you once tolerated mine like that.

quiet night.

Only the river rushes in this silence, the night wind blows lightly in this silence, and:

"Qiao Yang, listen..."

"Ok?"

"The sound of willow branches sprouting."

Qiao Yang looked up at the willow branches fluttering in the wind, and sure enough, the buds on the branches had sprouted, only a few tiny ones, you can't see it unless you look carefully.

Ziqing raised his head and smiled lightly at Qiao Yang: "Spring is already here, why should we let our mood stay in winter? Qiao Sheng just fell into the river, and Mr. Shen didn't find his body... Perhaps, he Where we don't know, we continue to live."

Qiao Yang smiled miserably. There was no body. Maybe it was because he didn't know where he was going. If he was lucky enough to survive...the world is so big, where can I find it?How could he survive in that wilderness as a child?

Ziqing continued softly: "Hope always brings disappointment. I know that there should be no more hope now, but I would like to have a feeling. What is the difference between willow branches and dead wood in winter? But once spring comes , it will sprout and flourish. I don't want to expect us to find him, but I am willing to wait for him to come back, and maybe when the time comes, he will come back. You will share this feeling with me ?"

Qiao Yang cupped Ziqing's face and stared at it seriously.Ziqing was comforting himself, couldn't he hear it?Moreover, it seems that my mood is really not as desperate and heavy as before.But, when did this person in front of him, this person who was so weak that he felt that he had to protect him, become so strong?

No... no, in fact, Ziqing has always been very strong, otherwise he would not have resolutely left home to learn art from Qingcheng Pavilion after learning of his life experience and being bullied by himself, otherwise he would not have been under the influence of Fu Yongbin. After being insulted, the first thing to blame is not the person who hurt him, but the reaction of his own body...Only a strong person will not be overwhelmed by adversity, and will be harsh on himself...

It's just that his strength is faint and faint, just like the sprouting of willow branches, quietly and secretly, when he suddenly realizes, the tree is already full of flowers and shades.

Qiao Yang was full of emotions, he held Ziqing tightly in his arms, and said softly: "I am willing to share this feeling with you. I will let the people of Haifengtang search all the way along the river... ..."

I don't know when, the night sky has cleared the clouds and fog, and the stars are shining brightly.

Looking at Tianhe, Qiao Yang remembered the quiet and warm night of the three of them, and said to Ziqing, "As long as Qiao Sheng is alive, when he sees this starry sky, he must know that our hearts are always by his side to protect him."

"Ah."

……

dawn the next day,

When Mei Er woke up, she found herself lying on the ground of Guandi Temple.

After a hangover, with a splitting headache, he unsteadily got up from the ground, and looked at the shrine tremblingly.

Second Master Guan stood there motionless, with a jujube-like face, long beard hanging down, a pair of phoenix eyes solemn and solemn, and the Qinglong Yanyue knife gleaming coldly.

"The nightmare last night was really scary..." Mei Er bowed to Guan Gong twice, then she felt guilty and slipped away.

Go home through this small alley, go back and sleep well...

Before he finished thinking, there was a sharp whistle in the wind, a sharp weapon pierced through the heart, and the person fell to the ground and died.

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The most romantic thing Fuliu ever did was to go to the river at two or three o'clock in the morning to watch the willows sprout. In that moment, the little green life would come out, and that night, the willow leaves would grow by about a few millimeters. .