Youyou Sanshengyue

In the back garden of Crimson Villa, birds are singing and flowers are fragrant, and the shallow green grass is surrounded by various flowers and extends to the stone steps of the central pavilion.Tonight's moonlight is clear and bright, like crushed silver powder floating down, and like a layer of light gauze covering the high four corners of the small pavilion.The eaves look like bird wings flapping from a distance, and there are four red lacquer stone pillars below, carved beams and painted buildings with majestic grandeur.A middle-aged man and a long-bearded old man in the pavilion drank each other, "I even forgot how many years I haven't been here, and my appearance hasn't changed at all." The wolf king sighed meaningfully, and poured it slowly into the cup Fill up with sake.Elder Hui was helpless, and his tone was full of apology: "I expelled you from the Crimson Purple Villa back then, but unexpectedly there was a crisis, and I had to rely on your strength."

"Where, Ming You killed Wu Fang, I just tried my best." The wolf king narrowed his green eyes, still a little shivering when he recalled that night.

When he received the news from his subordinates, he hurriedly led a group of his men to the Wuye Mountain Villa for support. At that time, the Wuye Mountain Villa had already been filled with gunpowder and was in a mess.The soldiers on the outskirts were still trying to break through the defenses of the Wuye Villa, and many people were killed or injured. As for what's going on inside, no one knows, only that Ming You is still trapped inside, so it's probably more or less ominous.

The wolf king commanded a group of little monsters to drive straight forward and break through the defense.Just as he was about to send people to search for You, he heard a "bang" from the small attic on the left, and the red-tiled roof immediately exploded, and bricks and rubble were scattered everywhere.He could feel the strong force coming from there, and quickly jumped up to the broken window on the second floor and entered. Just as he stood firm, he realized that he seemed to be stepping on something, and when he looked down, it turned out to be a severed hand.That hand was wide and slender, with distinct joints, the nails and the back of the hand were stained with mud and blood, and there were strands of fresh flesh pulled at the gap, which should have been torn from the arm forcefully.The wolf king hurriedly withdrew his foot, and looked at the severed hand a few more times, feeling a little flustered in his heart.Pushing open the door, he found Wu Fang lying on his back on the ground, with blood dripping all around, and the crimson sword pierced his chest deep into the ground, as if he wanted to nail the corpse to the ground forever.The wolf king stretched out his hand to check Tan Wufang's breath, and he died completely. It seemed that he was killed by a sword.Turning his attention away from the corpse, he realized the shallow panting sound in the blood-stained corner.

Broken cloth strips fluttered empty on You You's left cuff, and the white bones were exposed in the air, dripping blood dripping down.However, he didn't seem to be aware of it, he just hugged a white cat tightly with his right hand, and looked at it with drooping and absent-minded eyes.The white cat's body stretched weakly, and a bright red bloody mouth on the neck was more eye-catching than the plum blossoms on the snow in winter.It opened its mouth slightly, and a pair of half-opened and half-closed eyes of different colors that lost their luster looked at You You.Time seemed to stop in an instant, and they gazed at each other forever across the distance of time and space.

The wolf king walked over, hesitantly called out: "Nephew, your hand..." Ming You didn't seem to hear anything, didn't even look at it, suddenly looked up to the sky and let out a wolf's whine, and then his body swelled and stretched apart instantly. The clothes turned into a wolf.The wolf with a broken front paw picked up the dead white cat in its mouth and staggered out, writing long regrets on the ground with blood.

Ming You once bit his finger to write an apology written in blood. He said: "I can't think of any other way to express my apology other than to bleed." If that's the case, why not cut off a hand for you and bleed all over the ground.

Elder Hui coughed deliberately to interrupt the wolf king's thoughts: "It's all over, don't think about it."

"Where's Ming You?" The Wolf King came back to his senses, "Have you asked the doctor to look at his hands?"

"He didn't come back, I'm afraid... go back to the thatched cottage, I asked Xiaojia to send Xuanyue's piano back, and check his situation by the way."

The moon is full tonight, the same is true at the top of the mountain, and the same is true at the foot of the mountain.In the courtyard under the moonlight, there are bursts of cicadas, a table, a qin, a scholar in Tsing Yi, and a new grave.Wan Feng rolled up Ming You's wide cuffs high, lingering at the gap for a long time.A piece of paper crumpled by the wind is pressed under the qin.

On that day, You You, who didn't believe in divination, still asked the abbot for a lottery, but he still didn't dare to open it to see the result.

It turns out that putting the future in your hands may not necessarily have the courage to accept the facts.

The signature on the paper echoed under the moonlit night with the broken rhythm played by the right hand of the scholar in Tsing Yi:

"As a duckweed, how can honor and disgrace for half a year be fame? The son is passionate, the screen window is dim, and the old and the new are hard to distinguish. Acacia is frivolous and frivolous, and he is also a scholar. He only hates the mountains and rivers, complains about his sorrow, and finally ends up in a rough shape. After all, it is hard to escape the misery of this life, poor moonlight."