death like wind

The universe is boundless, and the Milky Way is dotted with countless planets of various colors. They echo each other, suspend and rotate slowly in the universe, emitting a faint brilliance.

There are meteorites passing through the dark universe in the distance, and the afterglow left behind is like a crack in time and space left after the darkness was cut, and it was repaired and restored in an instant, and the beautiful universe was silent.

The white-haired and blue-eyed man stepped on the void, and water ripples appeared where the toes touched, rippling in circles, and gave birth to blossoming blue ice lotus.

Behind him was an old man in black robes, with a hunched body and extremely respectful, holding a scroll in his hand, reading the words on it: "His Royal Highness Chi was born in the Kingdom of Shu in this life, his parents died when he was young, and he was accepted by Zhuge Liang as his seat As a boy, after Zhuge Liang came out of the hut, he still guarded in the mountains, and he will be killed by bandits on the day he comes of age."

"Why is every life of his so miserable?" The man's cold voice came, with some impatience, the stars flickering in his eyes lost their color.

"Your Highness, this is your arrangement." The black-robed old man bowed and replied very respectfully.

"..." The man was silent for a while, then sighed softly, and said, "Hei Ying, I want to see him."

"Your Highness, you will not be happy to witness the various deaths of His Highness Chi."

"When I see him, I'll be happy for a while, that's enough." The words were decisive, and as soon as the words fell, the alluring figure disappeared in front of the eyes of the black shadow. He stroked his pale beard and sighed deeply.

......

"Open the door and let me in to hide from the rain?" In the mountains covered by heavy rain, I remembered the knock on the door, but the knock was not impatient, but it seemed to be coaxing the child patiently: "I am not here to find your husband Yes, I just wanted to come in to avoid the rain, and I was completely soaked."

The eight-year-old boy avoided the noise around him, sat in front of the table as steadily as Mount Tai, took a brush and dipped it in the ink, and wrote the word "Shi" stroke by stroke, while moths flew into the flickering candlelight, There was a crackling sound.

Liang Yan paused his pen, looked at the embers of moths scattered on the table in puzzlement, and murmured: "Why do you kill yourself when you know the danger?"

A cold voice said: "Because there is a moment of temperature."

"It's not worth it." The little boy sighed very maturely, looking very ridiculous, he saw the beautiful man in front of him through the warm yellow of the candlelight, he was stunned, with a pen in his mouth, Looking at him suspiciously, he said, "How did you get in?"

The handsome man smiled and pointed to the wide open window behind him, the meaning couldn't be more obvious.

"Seeing that you are dressed decently, why do you do this act of climbing walls and windows?" It's a pity that such a good-looking face, if you don't want it, you don't want it.

Yu Ji didn't care about the child's scolding eyes, took a sip of the tea on the table very naturally, and said, "Do you also have the heart to let me be exposed to the wind and rain all the time?"

Liang Yan ignored his pitiful expression, and said coldly: "Why can't you bear it? You and I are not friends."

In today's turbulent age, if I can't even take care of myself, how can I take care of a stranger I have never met before?

Yu Ji is used to his cynicism, and he has faced even more ruthless sarcasm. His heart has been tempered a thousand times. He looked around the elegant layout of the room without paying attention, and his eyes fell on the word on the rice paper. .

"I didn't expect you to be able to write such a good hand at such a young age, Shi? Is an eight-year-old boy also thinking about the general trend of the world?"

Liang Yan ignored him and continued to practice his calligraphy, thinking that he would be kicked out when the husband came back.

Yu Ji poked the child's chubby little face, and seeing that he was ignoring him all the time, he hugged Liang Yan impatiently, patted his buttocks and said, "I am a child who ignores people." To be tied back to the mountain to feed the wild rabbits."

"Are you really a monster in the mountains!" The child's eyes widened, and he put his hands on his chest in resistance, taking his words seriously.

Liang Yan was frightened and curious at the same time. After struggling for a while, he stopped, stared into his deep blue eyes, and asked, "Then what kind of monster are you? Are you so good-looking? Are you a fox demon?"

Yu Ji chuckled, pinched his tender little face, and said, "Tell me first where the general trend of the world belongs, and then I will tell you what kind of monster I am."

Liang Yan also stretched out his hand to pinch his face without any pain, pouted and said: "I am a child who has never seen the world, what do I know?"

"I'll just treat you as nonsense, and I'll listen to whatever you say." Yu Ji looked at him dotingly, making Liang Yan stunned for a moment, his expression lost in confusion.

"what happened to you?"

"Your gaze reminds me of my dead mother." With tears in his eyes, the little boy buried his head in his arms.

"..." Why hasn't this child been beaten to death yet?

In thousands of reincarnations, Yu Ji accompanied him without exception, watching an ignorant child grow up and his life end in the most beautiful years.This is a curse he wrote himself, and he has no power to change it, until he finally figured out a way...

But the current Yu Ji is just indulging in the joy of flying moths to the flame.

"So you are a god?" Liang Yan looked at him in disbelief, as if he was looking at a mentally retarded man who was confused, "Are you lying to a child? There is no god in this world."

"If there is a God, will the world be left to suffer, and the people will be homeless and displaced?"

Yu Ji bit his lips, looked at him aggrievedly and said, "God is not omnipotent." He seemed to be afraid that the coldness all over his body would scare the child, so he deliberately made some friendly expressions, but matching his cold expression A handsome face, but the effect is very funny.

Liang Yan looked at him with caring eyes for the mentally retarded, and sighed deeply.

"Now it's your turn to answer me. Who do you think the general trend of the world will belong to?" Yu Ji felt that even if Chi reincarnated as a human, he would not lose the ice and snow intelligence he bestowed on him.

Liangyan climbed up on the stool and sat down properly again, picked up a pen and wrote the word "Wei": "Cao Cao is brave and resourceful, well appreciated, and occupies the most favorable terrain and innate factors. Belonging to him, proclaiming himself emperor is only a matter of time."

"But the other overlords are not good at it, how did you deduce it?" Yan Xilin looked at him with great interest, leaning on the table with his chin on his head and looking at him with a smile in his eyes.

"The others are not enough. If there is a conspiracy, Cao Cao will not be born." Liang Yan yawned, and sat at the table in a small robe to practice calligraphy, with his little feet hanging in the air.

Yan Xilin reached out and rubbed his hair unconsciously, but met Liang Yan's staring gaze, and smiled apologetically: "Forget that you don't like being close to others in this life."

Liang Yan ignored his strange remarks from time to time and continued to practice calligraphy.

Yan Xilin had nothing to say, but just wanted to hear more of his voice, even though he was only an eight-year-old now: "So you don't let your husband see the three Liu Bei brothers, because you think they have no chance?"

Liang Yan's pen paused, and a drop of thick ink dripped on the rice paper, instantly destroying the entire handwriting: "It is wise to stay in the mountains and forests and not disturb the world. Mister has always been indifferent to fame and wealth. If Liu Bei is sincere Invited, sir will definitely come out to compete with fate."

"Wolong shouldn't stay in the mountains for a long time." Yan Xilin comforted softly, and reached out to rub his hair again without giving up, but he didn't avoid this good banquet.

After that, Zhuge Liang really went to conquer the world with the three brothers Liu Bei. Before he left, he asked Liangyan if he would like to go with him. The child shook his head and said, "The banquet is not here. I just want to be a layman in the mountains, tasting tea and enjoying flowers."

Zhuge Liang respected his opinion, left enough money, raised his horse's hoof, and disappeared into the lush mountain trail.

After the heavy rain, the mountain forest is extraordinarily dense.

"You still have me." A gentle voice came from behind, and Yu Ji stood behind him with his hands behind his back, looking at him with a smile on his face: "Since you are reluctant, why didn't you go with your husband?"

"I am weak, and following along will only hinder me. Sir, I have calculated that I will not live to be an adult. I have such a short time. Why waste it in the smoke of gunpowder? It is better to steal the glitz of this world and be an idler." Shaking his head and sighing, because he was in a bad mood, he even stepped on Yan Xilin when passing by him.

"Aww." Yu Ji jumped up immediately, as if a [-]-ton sledgehammer had hit his feet, and looked at the bear child with great sorrow, a snow-white rabbit jumped out of his hands behind his back , bouncing and running to Liangyan's feet.

"Rabbit?" The child looked at the little white rabbit with incomparable novelty, knelt down and picked it up carefully, looked at Yu Ji happily and asked, "Is this for me?"

Yu Ji turned his head and pretended to be angry: "I don't want to give it away now!"

Liang Yan selectively ignored: "Thank you."

Seeing the child smile again, Yu Ji also softened his expression, his tenderness was as messy as a pool of spring water.

At this time, the sun is just right, the fragrance of flowers is strong, and the smile is just beautiful.

The happy days are very short, time flies, the child gradually grows up, and becomes a beautiful man of amazing time, if he can only be in front of Sun Ce and others, he will not be compared, but God did not give him a healthy body, Liang Yan's health deteriorated, and she was lying on a hospital bed at the age of 17. Her talent in poetry and writing has never been put to use.

"Tell me, if I have a healthy body, will this world change because of me?" Liang Yan lay pale on the bed, coughed for a while, and coughed up a pool of glaring blood.

He has a talent that is not inferior to Zhuge Liang, and an appearance that is not inferior to Ceyu, but he has completely lost in health.When God gives you one thing, it will inevitably take back another, which is fair and cruel.

Yu Ji held his cold hands, blew on the hot air and rubbed them, but he couldn't cover them no matter what, he forced a smile and said: "Yes, when Ah Yan is born, the earth will tremble because of you, Point the rivers and rivers with your fingers, and shake the world with a smile, and you will become the one with the thickest ink and ink in history books."

The original rabbit had already produced a large litter of rabbits, bouncing around in front of his bed, ignorant of the birth, old age, sickness and death of human beings, and innocently raised its front feet and looked at the young boy on the hospital bed, tilting his head.

"Pfft, you're making me happy again." Liang Yan just laughed lightly, triggering a violent cough, which lasted for a long time before it stopped. Shocking on the skin.

"Yu Ji, will you still come to play with me in the next life? You say you are a god, then you will definitely be able to do it." The thin and beautiful boy lay on the bed and looked at him expectantly, with no serious expression on his sick face. Sadness at the time of death is, on the contrary, a kind of relief.

His long hair, which was originally as black as ink, lost its brilliance at this time, scattered on the pillow like dry river grass, and slid off the edge of the bed. Different, another kind of beauty.

"Okay...okay, okay." Yu Ji's voice was a little choked up, he lowered his head and kissed his fingers, suppressed the struggle in his eyes, and after trying to calm his voice, said: "Tomorrow is your birthday, I'll go out and buy some What you like to eat, let's celebrate it, maybe your illness will be cured suddenly."

Liang Yan looked at him gently, reached out to touch his eyes, and said softly: "Well, I want to eat sweet-scented osmanthus cake, and it would be great with some pear blossom stuffing."

In this snowy season, there is no such thing as sweet-scented osmanthus cake and pear flower stuffing, but Yu Ji agreed wholeheartedly, no matter what he wanted to eat for the banquet, he could find a way to bring it to him.

"Come on, I'll wait for you."

"it is good......"

In fact, everyone knows, can't wait...

When Yu Ji came back with sweet-scented osmanthus cake and pear flower stuffing, the familiar mountain building caught fire, and it intensified in the heavy snow. He fell in the snow, his eyes were empty, not sadness or despair.

It's a piece of space, a hole that can't reveal a trace of wind and waves.

Obviously, hematemesis alone would make Liang Yan unable to survive tonight, but fate also dealt him a serious injury, letting the bandits come to end his short life, and set fire to his body, which did not hurt Yan Yan. Xilin left a little thought.

Liang Yan, a young man living in seclusion in the mountains, ended his life on the last night of his 17th year. He died unwillingly with a full stomach of talent. Originally, in his life, even Yu Ji should not have appeared.

Originally, in his script, he was supposed to be alone, alone until death, unknown to anyone, submerged in the dust of history.

Finally, the bandits who killed Liangyan settled here and established a small isolated village, where they believed in a statue that was originally a rabbit.

The author has something to say:

I just found out today that the other big guys have all posted Valentine's Day episodes......

I... I just make do with a short story to make up what you think, the humble author who has fewer and fewer manuscripts is crying in single digits.

Recently, I have been rushing to save manuscripts. I am afraid that there will be too many school meetings and no time to update. I forgot to write a Valentine’s Day episode for everyone. I’m sorry.

I originally planned to write the reasons for the four copies of the Valentine’s Day episode, but later found that the number of words was too much... I had to slowly fill in it in the following festivals, thank you for your support!