Sunlight filtered through the panes, casting shadows crisscrossing the bed.
In this slightly sultry afternoon, the whole Peach Blossom Village is even more silent, there is not even the sound of birdsong and the wind blowing the trees shaking. It is like an abandoned and forgotten paradise.
Lu Zhizao sat on the edge of the bed, with black hair like a waterfall, and the ordinary light blue robe was open and faded to the crook of his arms, exposing his shoulders, neck and waist and abdomen with bandages.
He lowered his eyelashes, and neatly untied the slightly loose bandage with his hands and feet. After he felt a medicine, he raised his hand and slowly wrapped himself around him.
When he was young, he was not as strong as he is now. He likes to fight with people. He also likes to accept the most difficult things. Injuries are actually common to him.
Even if he is injured in the wilderness, it is nothing more than two results: life or death, no matter which one is the same to him, if you are lucky, you will live, if you are not lucky, you will die.
But he never thought that such an ordinary thing could attract so much attention from Li Ruoshui. Is being injured so special to her?
Lu Zhiyao thought for a while, and then he touched the sword beside the pillow, thinking seriously about whether he should add some new injuries.
After all, his physique is strange, and the speed of recovery from injuries is always faster than that of ordinary people.
The body of the sword was cold, and the patterns on the scabbard were deeply sunk into his fingertips, and red marks appeared one after another. These patterns were like his heart at the moment, complicated and tangled.
After all, this kind of thing is not common to her. If he keeps cutting himself and makes her take it easy, he probably won't treat himself like this in the future. Remember the URL m.wxsy. net
Lu Zhiyao sighed softly, and touched her hand with the pattern back, and stopped when it touched her face.
"Thinking about it this way, you're really tough."
It is difficult for Lu Zhiyao to speculate on Li Ruoshui's thoughts, but fortunately, she rarely hides her emotions, which reduces a lot of trouble.
Lu Zhizhi's hand gently rubbed her twice before letting go. Then he put on his robe and slowly got out of bed with the edge of the bed.
Although Lu Zhiyao walked a little slowly, and there was a slight sense of frustration while walking, but he really walked on his own, and it was completely different from relying on her to move two steps like this morning.
If Li Ruoshui saw it now, she would have called him a liar, and then started muttering something introspectively, but she was forced to take a drug and is now in a coma.
Lu Zhizhi walked slowly to the side window on the right, and along the edge of the window, he felt a half-burning incense, and smothered it.
"It's obviously a small village far away from people, and the medicines and incense for treatment are all of the best quality. It's really interesting."
Lu Zhiyao pushed open the door, with the usual smile on his lips, and then closed the door gently.
The yard was empty, there was only a faint breeze, and there was no sound in the master bedroom. The Wang and his wife left after lighting the incense.
Lu Zhi walked along the wall, preparing to go to the master bedroom to get the antidote for the fragrance.
When he was halfway there, he paused, tilted his head to "look" at the white wall, and smiled slightly at the corner of his lips.
There are people outside the wall, more than one, probably to monitor, but it's nothing, they can accompany Li Ruoshui to have a good time.
She probably likes the feeling of pushing and pulling with others like this, giving him a fatal blow when he is happiest, and he shouldn't disturb her interest.
Lu Zhiyao unlocked the door at will, pushed open the door of the master bedroom, and slowly began to search for the antidote in the house, looking serious.
His original intention was to let her take a good nap, but then the couple added a fragrance, which would make people have nightmares.
Moreover, after sleeping for a long time, it is easy to become confused and restless, which is not good.
The dream was supposed to be sweet, but Li Ruoshui's dream was full of gunpowder.
In front of her are standing two identical distances, their smiles are the same, their dress is the same, the way they speak, and their weird brain circuits are the same.
They grabbed Li Ruoshui's left and right arms respectively, with a gentle smile, but inexplicably brought a heavy sense of oppression.
...There is probably no scene more tragic than this Shura Field.
"Don't you recognize me?"
"I am the real one."
She looked at them slightly anxiously, and inexplicably said a word to the road to the left.
"You are all real, but you are twenty-five years old and he is twenty."
In the dream, she uncontrollably held the hands of both of them at the same time, trying to level a bowl of water: "It's all a long way away, so let's go together."
Li Ruoshui said this, but he was shocked by this shameless self.
What kind of attitude did she have when she said this? !
Originally, she thought her speech was strange enough, but an even more bizarre scene appeared next.
I saw the twenty-five-year-old Lu Zhiyao nodded thoughtfully, then took his hand from Li Ruoshui's hand and put it on the hilt of the sword around his waist.
A cold light flashed, as if they had made an appointment. The two swords unsheathed and attacked each other at the same time, but the twenty-five-year-old Lu Zhiyao was obviously superior, and a sword stabbed the twenty-year-old in his heart.
The bright red blood stained the white clothes, and he was stabbed tightly and grabbed Li Ruoshui's hand, forcing a smile at her, but still softened and knelt on the ground.
Li Ruoshui was so shocked that she couldn't speak. She stared blankly at the fallen road, her hands trembling unconsciously.
Lu Zhiyao on the left turned to her and touched her profile lightly.
"Even if he is me and gets in our way, he should be removed, right? I'll be jealous if you always look at him."
He took out a dagger and slowly slashed it down his left shoulder.
"Look at me here, I'm hurt."
The tail tone is slightly curved, like a treasure, he sent the red blood bead in front of her and into her hands, as if he wanted to use this to please her and win her attention.
...
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Li Ruoshui knew that this was a dream, but she couldn't get rid of this fear.
As if, one day the road will really become like this.
At this critical moment, Li Ruoshui's nose suddenly smelled a strange odor, which woke her up from a deep sleep.
Li Ruoshui sat up suddenly, gasping for breath. She looked down at her clean hands, sweat dripping from her forehead, and her heart was still beating.
"What's wrong?"
A soft voice rang in her ears, and a slightly cold hand touched her forehead, but only fine beads of sweat were touched.
Li Ruoshui looked at him, his heart turned back and forth, his lips wriggled, but he still couldn't say anything.
She glanced at the white gauze exposed on his shoulders and neck, and asked inexplicably.
"How is your injury?"
"Don't you know?" He knelt by the bed and took out a handkerchief to wipe her sweat.
Lu Zhiyao looked natural, and there was a slight sense of stagnation in his actions, which did not seem to be all right.
His injuries were all the medicine she rubbed and the bandages on. It was really serious, but she still felt something was wrong.
"What's going on outside?"
Li Ruoshui changed the subject and turned his eyes to the closed wooden door.
Outside the door, the small courtyard that was originally quiet as if no one lived in it suddenly became lively, with firecrackers crackling, accompanied by faint crying, I don't know what to do.
Lu Zhiyao curled his lips and put the sweaty handkerchief in his arms, the meaning of what he said was unclear.
"Doing something that will make you happy."
Li Ruoshui: ? ? ?
What's the fun, are there no people outside? Did they leave the village?
She opened the door with deep doubts, and a strange thing stuck to her head on the head. She took it out and looked at it in front of her eyes. It was a dark yellow copper coin-shaped paper money.
The afternoon sun was still bright, illuminating the dark-yellow paper money into a bright yellow color, bringing some brightness to the depression.
She put down the paper money and looked up at the courtyard.
The air was filled with cyan smoke of firecrackers, with a faint smell of saltpeter, which made people's eyes burst into tears, which was extremely pungent.
In the courtyard, Wang and his wife were tearing paper money and wiping their tears, sitting in front of a tablet that showed a little age and kept talking.
"Have pity on my child, I went at the age of seventeen or eighteen, and we haven't found a good family for you yet."
...how to make it look like they really have a daughter.
Wasn't it an act that sold miserably before?
Before Li Ruoshui struggled to close the door, Mrs Wang saw her first.
"Miss Li, are you up? Come and meet my daughter, I think you have a lot of fate."
Li Ruoshui supported Lu Zhiyao and walked over suspiciously, and when he approached the two, he couldn't help but clenched his arm.
She felt that she was sloppy and should have brought her sword when she came out.
The yellow paper money was piled up in the copper basin, the fire folds were dropped, and a high red flame was ignited in an instant.
Li Ruoshui could feel her sincerity from her subconscious urgency and fear, even if it was very short-lived.
"...Wang, Fu Die?"
Li Ruoshui took a closer look and read out the name on the tablet.
The front of the tablet has been smoked for a long time, the handwriting at the bottom is a little blurry, and her tone is a little hesitant.
Uncle Wang sniffed, and there was a hint of dissatisfaction on his simple face.
"My daughter's name is Wang Hudie, how can she be Fudie?"
Li Ruoshui took a closer look. Although the color was darkened, it was indeed the character for blessing.
Are they illiterate?
With this thought in his mind, Li Ruoshui nodded falsely, pretending to drop the half of the letter inadvertently.
Wang turned around and saw it, but she didn't react at all. Instead, she picked up the paper and told her about her daughter by the way.
"Miss Li, you must be very strange. The two of us are still so enthusiastic about you. It's actually because it happens to be my daughter's death anniversary. We want to accumulate some virtue for her."
"We are only her daughter. We already promised her a good kiss seven years ago. It's in Cangzhou City. I thought she would be able to go there and enjoy happiness, but I never thought she would never come back."
"Today is her death anniversary, and relatives will come to worship later. I hope you don't think we are noisy, girl."
Li Ruoshui nodded and helped Lu Zhiyao to sit on the stone bench in the courtyard, wondering in his heart.
Her eyes glanced at the master bedroom that the Wangs and his wife opened wide.
In the master bedroom, there is a large cage nailed to the wall, which should be the place for the tablet. A pair of white candles are burning in the front, and a portrait is hung on the back wall. The woman in the painting is dressed in plain clothes, but she can see her appearance. Pretty and graceful.
...they do have a daughter.
Li Ruoshui was a little shaken, she couldn't help frowning and looked at the two people who were burning paper in the courtyard.
"Do you find it a little strange and scary?"
Li Ruoshui patted Lu Zhiyao's shoulder and whispered in his ear.
But Lu Zhiyao didn't seem to notice these weirdness, and just responded to her with a smile: "Isn't it fun?"
? ? ?
What's wrong with him?
The elm tree in the courtyard suddenly hooted, and the sudden wind startled Li Ruoshui.
She looked up at the swaying branches, with a few pieces of paper money hanging here and there.
The atmosphere was so good, she was already a little nervous.
At this moment, there was a sudden knock on the wooden door. The nervous Li Ruoshui was like a cat whose tail was stepped on. After shaking a little, he immediately dragged his way to the tree.
Wang Shi wiped his tears and went up to open the door, his eyes reassuring.
"It's a waste of money for you to come every year."
The wooden door was wide open, and many people who were also plainly dressed poured in from the outside, with vegetables or meat in their hands, followed by a few young children.
Wang took the things in their hands, turned to look at Li Ruoshui, and explained to her.
"They are the villagers of my Peach Blossom Village. Every year on the anniversary of my daughter's death, they will come together to cook and pay homage. It has been seven or eight years."
Li Ruoshui looked at this group of people. They had familiar voices and simple faces. Everyone was talking about the past while cooking.
After the children came in, they rushed to Li Ruoshui, calling her in a crisp childish voice.
"Pretty sister! This is a beautiful sister!"
Without exception, they were all boys. They wanted to pounce, but slowed down when they saw the road they were sitting on.
Aware of the sight of these children, Lu Zhiyao smiled at them with curved lips, the children looked at each other, and in the end they just held hands and circled around them, cheering in their mouths.
The child is naive, but Li Ruoshui felt uncomfortable. He unconsciously put his hand on Lu Zhi's shoulder and leaned closer to him.
Li Ruoshui and Lu Zhiyao sat in the shade under the elm tree, surrounded by children singing nursery rhymes.
While the villagers and the Wang family were busy making a banquet, they chatted hotly, and the sweat was shimmering in the sun.
One dark, one bright, one still and one moving, they are silently confronting each other.
Li Ruoshui didn't understand what the meaning of what they did, did they want them to relax their vigilance or were they really good people?
But they tried to open the door with a knife last night, which was not done by good people.
"Peach Blossom Village, deep in the mountains, the sky is like a dome, the river has jewels, the pearls and jade run down the water, and the gold and silver bowls are full..."
The children sang nursery rhymes and looked at Li Ruoshui with warm eyes. Tongyin broke the silence of the past and brought a bit of excitement and childishness.
In this fiery atmosphere, the wooden door was knocked again.