The night was dark, it was raining lingering spring rain, he walked in the rain, as if he couldn't feel the coolness, the grass house hidden in the depths of Wenling Mountain was in the wind and rain, cold and lonely.
He has made a home on this Wenling Mountain, but he is full of red dust, and he always wants to be as silent as her on this Wenling Mountain, washing away the obstacles all over his body.
In this inch of the world, thinking about the thoughts she should have in these many years, accompany her on this Wenling Mountain, and die in silence.
Even if Ziyi didn't say it, how could he not understand that she wouldn't see him.
He is not as stupid as Helian Zheng, and he waits hard.
More than ten years have passed, and he never waits, because she will not come back.
It's just that he didn't know why, and later he wanted to hang the harem, and the red clothes always said that he was waiting for the one who didn't return, but in fact, he didn't wait for anyone.
No one will come back.
It was only because there was no woman in the world like her who could make his already frozen heart feel some joy.
He can love her with a heavy door, but Shen Changan can't.
When he was a teenager, he experienced a lot of heart-rending suffering, and later Shen Changan's heart was so cold and resolute that he couldn't love anyone.
On the way through hatred, he froze his heart inch by inch.
He knew early on that only when he broke off his love could he move forward.
Before meeting Qin Xuanji again, what did he do.
And then?
He is Shen Changan, he counts everyone in the world, everything is in his chess game, but he forgets to count the heart.
Over the years, he has always repented over and over again, resenting himself, why did he get moved in the first place?
If the heart does not move, it will not hurt.
Shen Changan is destined to be lonely, he just wants to change his life against the sky, and has a love that he shouldn't have, and later, he can't break the blood feud and hurt her heart.
He hated himself more than anyone else.
If you weren't emotional, why is it so miserable now?
Shen Jiaerlang, should stand between heaven and earth, as the king, heartless and ruthless, and strong for a hundred years.
He should be a failed man, who does not hate really enough, and does not love firmly enough.
If you know that she is Qin Xuanji, you can firmly hate her to the end, destroy her, kill her, and calm the hatred of the year, then it may be the best ending.
But he was reluctant, and he kept making decisions, and put himself into the sea of suffering with his own hands.
The grass house was approaching, and Chang Ling saw the figure coming, he walked in the dark, holding a jar, his steps were empty, and his hair was scattered, and he was almost about to fall.
His face changed, and he hurriedly walked over to help him.
He wanted to reach out and take the jar in his arms, but the man held it tightly and refused to give it, like a treasure, and held it tightly in his heart.
Chang Ling's heart was bitter, and he knew without asking that it should be something he brought back from the Painting Bone Building.
He would be so reluctant.
Over the years, he had never heard Shen Changan mention Qin Xuanji, nor had he ever talked about Chongmenhuan, everything about her was left in the Hanwang Mansion, and he never went back.
It's been a long time, and those things should have been full of dust, and he thought that Shen Changan's heart was also dusty, sealing all the past.
That woman will quietly retire from his life and will never be mentioned again.
But after all, he didn't understand the obsession in this person's heart, the more he didn't mention it, the stronger it became, and he didn't dare to look back, for fear that if he touched it, he would hurt his muscles and bones.
Now, raising the rest of his life as a teenager, he has made a home on Wenling Mountain.
Wait every day, don't see each other, why?
It's just a self-struggle, he can't ask for anything, and he doesn't want anything, so he is quiet, with her in a place, but he is dead.
What kind of demon is this, so that he is so cautiously caring.
"Master, it's raining heavily outside, let's go in."
He helped him to the door, the food on the table had been heated several times, and it was still a little hot.
Shen Changan didn't look at it, and sat down on the cushion in the corner.
The dim light in the room did not shine in that corner, and he always liked to sit there, refusing to move for long nights, not knowing what he was thinking, or if he was not thinking about anything.
It's just that for many years I have been accustomed to hiding myself in the dark, and only in this way can I hide all my emotions, and those emotions that are sad for that person will be consumed in the dark.
Walking out of the darkness, he is still the most noble emperor of Southern Qin, and he has worked hard for the world and the common people.
He gave all his hard work to his country and the people of the world, and forced himself to remember in everything that he wanted to come, and he couldn't live up to it.
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In the eyes of the world, Shen Changan is a god.
He has the world in his heart and does his best for the common people, and he is worthy of thousands of sentient beings.
I am only sorry for myself and Qin Xuanji, who has been on the throne for many years, holding power tightly but without any joy, cold and noble in front of people, hiding myself in the dark, tearing with my own demons night and night.
"Master, eat something quickly, how can you afford to eat like this?"
Chang Ling took the food into the rice bowl and brought it to Shen Changan.
The man didn't move, leaning on the cushion and huddled in the corner, holding the jar of wine, his face as white as paper.
He spoke powerlessly: "In the past ten years, I have lived for Nan Qin, and now Nan Qin no longer needs me, this life ......"
In the end, the man laughed with great relief: "It's useless anymore." ” The laughter was low and relieved, but Changling was extremely sad.
People in the world are trying to live, but how can anyone judge his life by what is useful and what is useless?
The bitterness in his mouth was incomparable, and he tried his best to hold back the tears that wanted to burst out of his eyes: "Master, Nan Qin doesn't need you anymore, but the people in the painting bone building are still there." ” The man in the darkness trembled and muttered in a dumb voice: "She's still there, she's still ......"
The tail note gradually fell silent, and the feelings of attachment were hidden in this silence, and they could not be dispersed.
He finally took the bowl and lowered his head to eat it bite by bite.
She hasn't left yet, how dare he go first?
I'm afraid that in the end, no one will accompany her, no one will send her.
In that dim light, Chang Ling saw that tears fell into the food one by one, and finally he swallowed them one by one.
He was so sad that he didn't dare to look at it, and turned his head to tears.
Taking off all his gorgeous clothes and leaving the world, Shen Changan finally revealed his true colors.
This is what he should be like all these years.
In countless days and nights, his heart was broken countless times, and then quietly healed, and the tears that flowed in the darkness would be swallowed by him again.
Without a trace, the world does not know.
"Changling, tell me, was I really wrong back then?"
The man was hoarse and stunned, and sat in the dark, extremely confused.
Changling was even more sad, Shen Changan should not be confused, he has always been firm and cold, paved the emperor's road with countless corpses and bones, and walked without hesitation, no one can shake it.
He didn't know how to answer, so he lowered his head and shook his head: "My subordinates don't know." ” How should he answer this question, he is Shen Changan, all the way, for revenge, for the emperor's industry, killing decisively breaking off love is what he should be.
It's just that later, there was an accident.
He didn't know what he should do, whether to live up to the Shen family's blood feud or Qin Xuanji?