What is the experience of being forced to confess

The evening rain is drizzling, smeared with blood, and a cruel smell spreads in the mountains. The rain lines that appear and disappear in the light of dusk are delicately entangled, and the love that will never end has fallen from many years ago to today.

Huanglong Village a long time ago was also filled with such gloom and blood, and the three people who met on the mountain of corpses and the sea of ​​blood, the proud and persistent girl, the confident and ideal man, and the confused man with a confused look. He looked at the young people around him, and at the moment the blood cloth was torn, his eyes suddenly lit up.Three hands holding each other, three pairs of eyes staring at each other, they carried each other, passed through the bruised corpses, and stepped on the red soil, as if this symbolized their future. A sinful way out of the bloody water.

Bian Xijun, who was at a loss for what to do at that time, finally found his own value step by step. The miracles in his hands made him a mainstay, and unexplainable wonders were born one by one under his hands, becoming The boy's little girl, the amputated limbs being spliced ​​again, the blind man who sees the light again... But he, who has contributed to all this, doesn't show any joy.

"A true miracle is not something that people can ask for, but a lifetime, and can only be exchanged once."

"If that's the case, is there anyone else willing to do this?" Du Wuyu asked.

"It's natural." Ben Xijun smiled and turned to him, "There are always some people who can do anything for a certain reason."

The eyes covered under the thick eyelashes also became hazy, like flowers soaked in water, about to relax.A drop of rain suddenly splashed into the small mud puddle, and bright red ripples appeared.

The reddish-brown soil, the wet black robe, and the miserable white face under the long hair, the colors emerging from the rain put together a shocking scene.The dead and the survivors seem to have lost their souls at this moment, leaving behind two battered bodies. The one belonging to Du Wuyu is lowering his head, pressing his fingertips on the person who has lost his voice, and there is no response He neither hugged nor let go of his face, but was just as dumb as a piece of wood.However, those old scenes gradually became brighter. The temptations that he had forgotten or deliberately avoided, and the half-concealed confessions, all flowed back to his heart at this moment, sour and painful, stuck in his throat. It made him unable to breathe.He twitched his shoulders, and let out a whimper suddenly, like the first cracking sound from a stone washed by flowing water for years. Du Wuyu bent down, and finally burst into tears uncontrollably.

At that time, he may have only a half-knowledge of the previous inquiries and previous answers, but at this moment, Du Wuyu has fully understood that the miracle that can only be exchanged for once in a lifetime is manifested in himself.

The illusory affairs of the world, like a farce repeated over and over again, left him alone in Yufeng Island in this valley again with nothing.However, the long change between these times has really changed something. The self who was once free and easy is finally completely heartbroken.

He hugged Mr. Bianxi tightly, as if he was embracing the embers under a candle, longing for the undissipated warmth in his heart, and the last thing he could keep, who had always been hesitant, was only these, Du Wuyu hoped Looking at the closed eyes of Mr. Bian Xi, with water stains on his face, he wanted to ask why you did this, and whether it was worth it?However, this sad question also seemed meaningless. What Benxi-kun did to himself, just like what he did to him, didn't matter whether it was worth it or not.

Perhaps their sacrifices came from different thoughts, but they were all equally willing.

The sound of the rain was long and endless, and a handful of sand and stones fell down as densely as a flat ground. The long-lasting dull pain made the whole mountain tremble.The sound of trembling ropes in the depths of the dense forest, like the desolate howling of animals, lingering, and like the cry of a ghost, gradually approached.

The unstoppable ringing of the bell, as if hanging under the banner of the soul, is turbulent in the surroundings, and it can't go away.Sensing the meager breath of its master, the spirit beast came rushing whimperingly, rubbing against the unresponsive body desperately like a pillar.They were looking at Du Wuyu with wet eyes, confused and sad, as if they understood everything that happened here, silently questioning the only witness present, but Du Wuyu just blocked their approach, he held Bian Xijun With a cold wrist, he said in a daze, "Sorry."

I was originally going to save your master... He thought this way, the wailing of the puppet girls almost made him want to cry, but fortunately the rain kept falling, it seemed like God was crying for him , at this time, the young man chasing behind the spirit beast appeared in the rain. He was holding an umbrella, dazed, as if he couldn't understand the scene in front of him, but the sad voice of the beast woke him up, and the young man's body shook. Shaking, suddenly fell to his knees on the ground.

His movements splashed a few drops of muddy water, which stained Du Wuyu's sleeve.The young man was kneeling to Mr. Bian Xi, but he was talking to Du Wuyu. He said sadly: "I have always understood the master's thoughts."

After all, he was young, and tears fell instantly.The young man couldn't stop crying as he spoke, as if someone was choking his throat, and he still had a stomach full of words to confide in. He said with tears, "I know... I know the master... must be willing to do this."

"Yeah..." Du Wuyu said softly, "I know too..."

He has known it for so long, but has been forcing himself to be indifferent.Ben Xi-kun's overly strong love protects him like a sword, but it also makes him feel dangerous.Threatened by this love, he was in a panic, but when the danger was removed overnight, some of the deepest and most unreachable places in his heart were also gouged out.

He has never understood Bian Xijun, but at this moment he understands the other party and himself.The love that had entangled him like a mist for many years finally seeped into his blood, and lived and died with him.

The stiff hands and feet seemed to be shoved by something, like the last struggle of a person trapped in a valley, Du Wuyu leaned over and grabbed the young man's hand violently. Some of the passion was also squeezed out, day after day of fatigue and depression wiped out the fire in his life, turning him into a clumsy stone, but because of the collision of others with all their strength, he was finally knocked out. A little light.

"Take us back to Youmeng Tower." He hissed, he thought that his demeanor must be very similar to that of Mr. Bian Xi, the twinkle in his eyes was full of desperate delusion.

"Since he refuses to give up, then I...should do the same, as long as there is still a chance..."

He murmured, tears silently, all melting in the rain.

Bu Xiangchen was about to die of anger.

The female doctor came out of the room stomping, even throwing her fan aside, looking almost out of breath.Seeing her coming out angrily, Xuanyi, who had been leaning over the door and poking her head, yelled pitifully a few times.

The boy who was waiting hurried up to greet her, and she waved her hand and said, "Take care of your pet."

She turned her gaze to look at Du Wuyu.The appearance of himself made him straighten his upper body, but he couldn't stand up due to exhaustion, and sat back slumped.Even so, the fingers buckled on the seat were still pinched pale, Du Wuyu stared at her, his whole body was tense, waiting for her sentence.

"I've never seen a patient like you!" Bu Xiangchen burst out, no matter how good-tempered the doctor is, he would be set ablaze by these two people, "He can make trouble like this!"

"Doctor..." the boy pleaded.

Du Wuyu murmured silently, his brows were as gray as death.He knew he was wrong, so he didn't speak up, but the worry was still tormenting him, burning him inside and out.But Bu Xiangchen didn't finish his sentence, he just said to himself: "You guys have smashed my brand. What's the matter? When I first sent it, there was only one half-dead, and now both of them are half-dead!"

Du Wuyu suddenly said: "...half dead?"

This vague word is a pot of warm water poured on his nerves that are about to burst. Du Wuyu became a little more awake. His voice was hoarse, but he trembled uncontrollably, as if he had heard the voice of the cloud in a trance. Prophecy, short and ambiguous, makes people fear whether they have misinterpreted it.His mind was in turmoil, and his eyes and ears were dimmed due to the excitement, as if the verdict was a breath hanging in his throat, and he would fall down without any attachment after hearing it.He leaned against the wall, only vaguely heard Bu Xiangchen say,

"Yeah, half of them are dead, and the other half depends on God's will."