Secret arrows are hard to defend

Song Wuan never burst into tears, but suppressed all sounds under his tongue and swallowed them into his throat, refusing to let others know.He looked very calm, except that there were tears pouring out uninterruptedly. Other than that, he didn't look like he was crying. The only thing that revealed his emotions was probably his curled up slightly trembling fingertips.

However, in fact, crying like this is the most uncomfortable. Sadness and suffocation are mixed together. Accompanied by slow, depressive breathing, the numbness will soon climb up inch by inch from the fingertips. No matter how strong a pair of hands are, they cannot Steady in numbness.

For the first time in history, Lu Xuandu felt at a loss. All the sweet words he usually used were stuck in his throat, and he couldn't utter a word, so he had no choice but to step forward and gently hug him into his arms.

Song Wu'an was really thin, so thin that he hugged him in his arms, and the skin and flesh that barely covered the bones seemed to be stretched to pieces.Lu Xuandu suddenly remembered the first time he saw him in Quanxing County, his eyes were clear, his limbs were slender, and his waist was too slender to reveal the frailty of a young man.The young man was acting like an old man, looking a little nondescript and pitiful.

The first moment Lu Xuan saw him, he actually thought of himself.From Song Wu'an, he glimpsed the shadow of himself when he was young, frivolous and reckless, as if omnipotent.Unfortunately, that is far away from him.He subconsciously avoided this idea, trying every means to overlap Song Wuan and Yan Zihuai.

Especially when he knew his name was Song Fu.Lu Xuan always called him Ah Fu, which was a word that could arouse all his emotions. It seemed that he was calling Song Wuan with an extremely intimate title, and it seemed that he was calling his master's name secretly.Lu Xuandu was very obsessed with it for a time.

Later, on a whim, he never wanted to call him that way again.

After all, this Ah Fu is not the other Ah Fu. After all, Song Fu and Yan Fu are divided into two people. Lu Xuan has no way to confuse the two people. Calling him Ah Fu makes him feel upset. He doesn't know how to deal with it This kind of relationship, but he knew that Song Wuan could not be Yan Zihuai's substitute.

He originally thought it was because Song Wuan was no longer like Yan Zihuai.Until this moment, he finally understood.Song Wuan was always Song Wuan, and became himself.It was because he could no longer use Song Wuan as Yan Zihuai's substitute, not because he didn't look like him, but because he didn't want to continue to treat Song Wuan like this.

The guest of life is a passerby, and the heart is always infatuated.

It is said that this was his father's last words.

Lu Xuan had seen that thin letterhead at Yan Zihuai's place, and Yan Zihuai kept it very well, Lu Xuan had seen it by chance, and felt that the words were full of infatuation, and there was an unspeakable feeling in the writing. Bitter and lonely.

Yan Zihuai was quite disdainful about this, and Lu Xuan still remembered his cold tone, his eyebrows were slightly lowered, and his eyes were contemptuous, this was his expression when he was extremely unhappy.

He said: "Since life is a passer-by, why is the heart infatuated? It's just asking for trouble."

Many years later, in Qianshuang Tower, Lu Xuan saw that look on his face again, clearly showing contempt and pity.Yan Zihuai's tone was calm and steady, as if he was talking about something that had nothing to do with him.His expression was always calm, and when he looked down at himself who was kneeling and crying at his feet, Lu Xuan finally understood that he was not arrogant, but rather ignorant, and because he did not understand, he was ruthless.For the person in front of him, love has always been an unnecessary burden.His father gave it, his mother gave it, and he gave it too.

It's a bad story to tell.

His parents and his master Yan Zihuai grew up together.His father Lu Shunhua's heart was always Yan Zihuai, his mother Zhao Chongying's heart was always Yan Zihuai, and Yan Zihuai didn't like anyone.He is really like the fairy in the moon and the man in the ice, with a beautiful appearance but not sympathetic, he will let you pour water with all your love.

Somehow, two people who liked the same person came together. As a friend, Yan Zihuai didn't notice any abnormality at all. As a friend of the two, he blessed this marriage with extra seriousness.Two desperate unrequited loves piled together, only to burn more fiercely. In addition to his birth, another extremely ugly plan was also born - not getting his favor, so I wanted to To get his body - two of Yan Zihuai's most trusted close friends betrayed him at the same time.

Yan Zihuai was lucky enough to survive, but his former friends became sworn enemies. No one in the Jianghu knew what Yan Zihuai was thinking, but everyone knew that he killed Lu Shunhua and Zhao Chongying with his own hands. Of the 120 members of the Lu family, only one under the age of one was left behind. child.

Perhaps their whole family committed Yan Zihuai's crime, and Lu Xuan grew from an ignorant child to a tall and handsome young man. Before he could be unrestrained and unrestrained, he faced the choice in his life-kill his teacher or die.

Lu Xuandu first chose the former.Because he loves him, he will do anything for him.Yan Zihuai wanted to die in his hands, and he fulfilled him; Yan Zihuai wanted him to inherit the ancient building, but he obediently obeyed.

Afterwards, Lu Xuan chose the latter.Because he finally couldn't bear the pain of fulfilling Yan Zihuai, he fulfilled Yan Zihuai, but he had to swallow the bitter fruit by himself, but the bitter fruit stuck in his throat, making him almost suffocate.

He has thought about it many times, watching him grow taller day by day, watching him practice martial arts hard in the courtyard, watching him kill someone for the first time, watching him follow in the footsteps of his parents, what is Yan Zihuai going to do? What are you thinking.He thought for a long time but didn't understand.So he made a decision: fantasy is useless.He decided to retrace the path that Yan Zihuai had walked.

He wants to find a child, not too young, he doesn't have the patience of his master to taste hatred, he can't wait for death and answers; but not too old, when a person is too old, his feelings become stingy and difficult to control .He wants the kid to love him and hate him, and in the end he wants him to kill him.

Lu Xuan has searched for a long time and met many people, but none of them are satisfied.He originally planned to make do with Feng Muxue, but unexpectedly met Song Wuan in the middle of the plan—he had a better choice.

Looking at it now, perhaps Feng Muxue was the better choice, because he would never love her, unlike in front of this young man, who never dared to ask his sincerity.

The first time he offered his sincerity, he was thrown too badly.Lovers are like falling into water, some are gentle and some are violent. Lu Xuan was unlucky and accidentally fell into the weak water. Since then, he can no longer tell the difference between the water and the shore, love or not.

Feelings are always elusive.When this bitter fruit fell from his throat into Song Wu'an's throat, he couldn't bear it.When Song Wu'an didn't love him, he stalked him and tried his best to make him love him, 36 counts took turns to fight; now that he finally confirmed that Song Wu'an loved him, he still couldn't bear to let him shed a little tear, how could he be willing to swallow it? This kind of bitter fruit, this kind of suffering?

Calculation of others actually made me lose myself.Lu Xuan has lived for 33 years, and has never done a ridiculous thing, let alone a loss-making business, and now he has done everything.

The guest of life is a passerby, and the heart is always infatuated.

Lu Xuan still doesn't understand the heart of his master, but he understands the heart of his father, whom he has no impression of.

In a hundred years of life, I am a passer-by, and others are also passers-by. After a hundred years, the smoke will disappear, and everything will be like a dream.Naihexin has always been infatuated, unable to see through, reluctant to part with, knowingly aware of illusion, but unwilling to let go, doing useless things for years, full of stupidity and madness.

The word love can teach people to be hurt by it again and again, but still keep on going.

But, give up?

Love him, but love him more than yourself?Do you love him more than Yan Zihuai?Lu Xuan couldn't even figure it out.So he could only comfort in a low voice: "There are still two years left, let's think about it, shall we?" He had a premonition that he would lose, because he revealed his hole card before it was over.But he is not afraid of death, so how can he be afraid of losing?

"What if," Song Wu'an said in a low voice, "after two years, I can't defeat Eight Arms Heart Sui? Will you let Eight Arms Heart Sui come and kill you?"

Lu Xuan never thought that he would ask such a question, he smiled, and lightly stroked the soft hair in his hand: "No. Whether you win or lose, I will wait for you to kill me at Qianshuang Tower .”

Song Wuan struggled in his arms, and Lu Xuandu tactfully let him go.Song Wuan looked a little embarrassed, his eyes were flushed, and the tears on his face were still wet. He sat up straight, took a long breath, and his expression was completely calm.

From childhood to adulthood, the number of times he has cried can be counted on the fingers. The master always said that when he cried, there was no warning. If he was a little careless, he would not have noticed that he was crying.In fact, he was not like this before he came to Wuwu Mountain. When he was wronged when he was a child, he would cry loudly; but after he had no relatives left, he stopped crying loudly.If no one cares, no matter how loudly you cry, it will just wink at the blind person, which is useless; if someone cares, the other party will only feel more distressed and sad when seeing you cry loudly, Song Wu'an doesn't want to let the person who cares about him feel sad.

Song Wuan thought many times about what Lu Xuandu wanted him to do. He was so engrossed in his thinking that he didn't even realize that he wanted Lu Xuandu more and more times, and gradually surpassed what he should worry about when he was alone. Luxuriantly.But he didn't expect that what Lu Xuan wanted him to do was to kill him.

Fear fell from the sky and suddenly seized him.Song Wuan didn't dare to ask his own sincerity, let alone ask his sincerity, he was too passive and never guessed the slightest bit of the person in front of him.Against Lu Xuandu, he had been losing all the time; he finally won once, only to find that the opponent was looking forward to losing, a complete defeat, or even death.

His voice was very low, but his tone was firm: "Lu Xuandu, can we try to be together?"

silence.

Song Wuan felt scared, he couldn't guess what Lu Xuan would say.When Lu Xuandu asked him this way, he used it to win the upper hand for the first time as if he had obtained a magic weapon; now he also handed a sharp blade into Lu Xuandu's hands, and waited anxiously for the end.

It has been silent.

Song Wuan refused to give up, he didn't know how to write the word "give up", so he looked straight at Lu Xuandu, and added himself as a weight on one end of the scale.

"Two years from now, I'll die at the hands of the eight-armed heart; but if you promise me, I'll win, and I'll do what you say."

Lu Xuandu's calm expression finally changed, he frowned slightly, as if thinking.Song Wuan trembled imperceptibly, he was not afraid of death, but he was afraid that this weight would not be enough, and he was afraid that he would find himself worthless to him.

Out of love comes fear.

His wrist loosened suddenly, and he fell straight down from the sky, the black iron chain that bound him was broken in two, Lu Xuan stretched out his arms to hug him, and said a word he had been waiting for for a long time: "Okay."

Song Wu'an grasped his shirt tightly in silence, feeling that his eye sockets seemed a little hot again.