Blossoms

4.

Mo Zixi died.

When the news came from Wangjun Mountain, Chu Rui numbly rubbed the medicine cream that had already been powdered in his hand, and raised his head dully to look at the old man.

"What?" He stopped what he was doing.

"What did you say..." he opened his mouth.

Snow is falling outside Qingfeng Hall.

The stone bowl in his hand fell to the ground with a bang, and the white powder scattered all over the ground. Chu Rui didn't seem to hear the sound of them falling on the ground. He took a step forward and grabbed the sleeve of the master in front of him.

What did you just say?

"He's dead, he committed suicide." The old man said flatly.

In front of everyone on Wangjun Mountain of the Xiaoyao Sword School, he used the Piaomiao swordsmanship's Ten Thousand Swords Style. After injuring a group of disciples, he raised his sword and killed himself.

Everyone felt that Mo Zixi deserved what he deserved.

Chu Rui's already pale face looked even more haggard with a downcast expression. He seemed to be stunned for a moment, let go of the hand holding the person in front of him, and turned around.

The snow outside suddenly became heavier.

"Zixi said... I will promise him." Chu Rui looked at the snow scene in front of him indifferently, his consciousness had already drifted away, and he drifted back to the scene several days ago, and he said blankly: "How could it be like this... ..."

Didn't you tell me to wait for you?

Mo Zixi?

A burst of anger rose up in his heart, Chu Rui gritted his teeth and walked forward to open the door, the cold wind howled, he stared at the white snow outside: "Zixi..."

"That's enough, let's cut it off." The old man reached out and grabbed his arm to prevent him from going out: "You have just recovered, so how can you recover after such tossing? Are you worthy of what Mo Zixi did to save you?"

Chu Rui couldn't pull the old man's hand away, and when he heard his words, he slowly raised his head to meet his eyes.

The old man's determined look hurt his eyes.

"Master...are you lying to me..." he said, with water in his eyes.

The person in front of him didn't move.

"Master, are you lying to me?" Chu Rui asked again, with tears streaming down the corner of his eyes.

Zixi is still fine, isn't she?

When the flowers bloom next year, he will come back, right?

"I've been waiting for you, I've been waiting for you every year, but you didn't come back to look for me." Chu Rui said: "I often sit in the room where you live in Qingfengtang... I have tidied it up for you, and you didn't wake up."

In the dark room, only the cracked windows could penetrate some faint light. Chu Rui closed his eyes and rested on Zi Xi's lap, a trace of depression flashed across his face, and all he could see.

With another breath in her heart, Zixi frowned: "Can you stop being sad, I feel so sad after seeing it."

Chu Rui opened his eyes and finally smiled.

"By the way, what do you mean I didn't wake up?" Zixi lowered her head and put a slightly chilly hand on his face to caress.

Chu Rui frowned at his question, perhaps feeling the coolness from his hand, turned his face and rubbed the back of his hand, and kissed his palm.

"Okay, tell me quickly." Zi Xi quickly withdrew her hand, although her tone was scolding him, she smiled brightly.

...Thinking back to five years ago.

Chu Rui hoped that the mountain flowers would bloom next year, but Mo Zixi still didn't come.

As the flowers bloomed and withered, Chu Rui finally understood that there would be no Mo Zixi in Fusheng.

Even the white mountain flowers all over the mountains and plains could not call him back.

When Chu Rui walked back to Qingfeng Hall with heavy steps, Nie Hongling stood in front of the hall as if waiting for him. Hearing Chu Rui's footsteps, she raised her eyes and stared at him, holding a torch in her hand.

"Senior Sister..." Chu Rui looked at the torch in her hand, feeling a bad premonition in her heart.

Nie Hongling squinted at him, and threw the torch in her hand onto the grass.

The torch touched the ground and immediately started to burn the weeds around him. Chu Rui looked at the fire that was about to spread to the white flowers that were blooming happily in the haystack. Throwing it over, it stabbed Chu Rui's leg fiercely.

Chu Rui's foot hurt, and he fell to the ground, his weak body desperately trying to get up.

But he... couldn't get up after all.

"Don't...burn..." he said, watching the grass outside the Qingfeng Hall gradually turn black in the firelight, and there was a burning smell.

Nie Hongling sighed, and said firmly: "Put away your appearance, Mo Zixi is dead, and he won't come back after he dies."

She held back her anger and said so, then closed her eyes, only to hear Chu Rui yelling.

"don't want----"

The fire gradually grew.

After all, the white mountain flowers couldn't bear the ravages of the fire and turned into ashes.

The wind blew gently, and Chu Rui saw the ashes of mountain flowers flying in the air, as if feeling that his heart had also turned into the same look as them at this moment.

into ashes.

Chu Rui raised his eyes blankly, and the tears he had endured for a long time finally burst.

Nie Hongling looked at Chu Rui's movements proudly, but there was a gentle smile in her eyes, the corners of her mouth slightly raised, and she stepped forward to embrace Chu Rui in her arms.

"Cry, bear with it." She said, patting him on the back.

She has long been displeased with Chu Rui's habit of accumulating everything in her heart. She always pretends to have nothing on the outside, but her heart is already covered in bruises.

She thought that if she didn't stimulate him, one day he would collapse.

When it collapses, it can't be pulled back even more.

"Senior Sister...it's my fault...Zi Xi died because of me..." Nie Hongling's hug was like a life-saving straw, Chu Rui only knew to hold her arm tightly, and Dou Da's tears continued to wet her sleeves.

It's his fault.

If he could beat that Demon Lord, he wouldn't be cursed.

Mo Zixi would not have died to save him.

It was obviously his own fault, why... he didn't die.

Sadness overwhelmed him, Chu Rui only knew that crying would make him feel better.

As if... as long as you cry, you'll be fine.

"You're so stupid, so why did you always pretend not to care before?" Nie Hongling looked at Chu Rui's tears streaming down his face with disgust, remembering that Chu Rui always did this when he was young.

She always had to wait for her to open her mouth to yell at him before she would tell herself the sadness in her heart.

Nie Hongling always felt that this child was stubborn, just like herself.

The memory floated back to that day more than ten years ago, the young Chu Rui stood at the foot of the mountain in Fusheng and looked at the two people who had gone away, with worry on his face, and the brothers around him all returned to Qingfengtang. react to.

She walked over and patted him on the shoulder: "Junior brother, my uncle is calling you."

Chu Rui bowed his head without looking at her, and responded.

"Why, you can't bear it?" She said, with a teasing tone: "Why don't you say it because you can't bear it? Aren't your master and his master on good terms?"

Maybe I can visit him later.

Chu Rui shook his head.

"It's not...reluctant." Chu Rui blinked to hold back the redness of his eyes: "Xiao Mo is still young, since he has to stay in Wangjun Mountain from now on...or...don't bother Master."

... Even if he was a little worried about whether Xiao Mo could adapt to the life in Wangjun Mountain.

...Even if he is a little bit concerned about the child hiding under the quilt...

...the kid who keeps calling him by the wrong name...

Since staying there is the best choice, it is better not to worry about it.

It didn't matter at all what he thought.

There was a call from his senior brother behind him, Chu Rui lowered his head and was about to follow, Nie Hongling reached out to stop him, as if he hadn't heard the noise of the group of people behind him.

Chu Rui didn't understand her movements, and was deliberating how to speak. Nie Hongling looked at him carefully for a while with deep eyes, and suddenly said, "You are not good."

When Chu Rui heard her words, she almost froze for a moment and looked up.

"Didn't you hear your master call you for so long?" Nie Hongling frowned, and yelled at him with a straight face: "Junior brother, you have forgotten that the patriarch always taught us to respect our master." ?"

The little boy in front of him seemed to be taken aback by her, tears finally rolled in his eyes.

Nie Hongling looked at his expression, and took a light step to block him behind her. Chu Rui seemed to be unable to hear the screams behind her.

"Punish you to stand here for half a stick of incense." She opened her mouth and patted his head with a smile on her lips.

When the crowd behind heard this, they spread their feet and dispersed.

Chu Rui finally burst into tears.

"Silly boy." Nie Hongling couldn't help but said.

Silly boy, have you forgotten that whether it is mountain flowers or weeds, they will regenerate when the spring breeze blows.

But what about your heart?

... Will your heart ever regenerate?

After sending Chu Rui back to Qingfengtang, Nie Hongling sat alone in the main hall of Qingjintang until the hot tea beside her was getting cold. She took a sip and frowned.

"Junior Sister." Zhang Bing heard that the courtyard of Qingfengtang was burned today, and wanted to come here to ask for clarification, but seeing Nie Hongling's appearance, he knew that she must have done it.

After all, I have known that Nie Hongling loves this junior the most throughout my entire life, and I am still sitting here instead of looking for someone to confront me when this happened. Seven or eight.

Moreover, there is an atmosphere of "the rain is coming" in the Qingjintang today.

"I won't see you if I have nothing to do." Nie Hongling raised her head and scolded him.

Zhang Bing sat down indifferently, touched the already cold tea, put it aside, picked up a fan from the side and fanned it, and said with a smile: "I know what Shimei is worrying about."

Nie Hongling snorted: "So what if I know... Can you help me solve it?"

The people on the side looked at her, put away the fan with a snap, and pretended to be mysterious: "This person can't be resurrected after death, and I'm not a god, how can I save him?"

"Then you are still talking nonsense." Nie Hongling glanced at him, raised her finger and pointed at the palace door: "Walk slowly."

He laughed out loud at her reaction, Zhang Ting paused and quickly stopped laughing: "Junior Sister, listen clearly, what I said is that people cannot be resurrected after death."

People who die naturally cannot be resurrected.

So?

Nie Hongling looked up at him, as if waiting for him to continue.

Not intending to beat around the bush, Zhang Bin smiled: "What if... half dead?"

small theater:

[Zhang Bing: It feels like every time I come back, I save the field. 】

[Author: That's why I'm not consciously happy when I write about you! ~~】