Stigma

Duan Mingchong had bargained with Sui Yan for a long time, only then reluctantly talked about one day from a stick of incense.

Before he left, he looked back frequently and didn't seem to want to leave.

Sui Yan thought for a while and added another sentence, "Tomorrow is tomorrow, you can't run over in the middle of the night."

Duan Mingchong frowned, and said solemnly: "After a while, it is tomorrow."

Sui Yan: "..."

Are you really planning to overturn the wall again?

Sui Yan was simply powerless: "You can't when you are a son."

Duan Mingchong nodded boredly, and left unwillingly.

Sui Yan held his forehead, whispering something.

Jun Jingxing watched the two get along, and found it very interesting, but also wondered how Sui Yan could not rush Ming Chong after seeing the two of them for so many days.

He walked in and was about to ask when he heard Sui Yan muttering to himself: "Let him go, if you really want to go."

Jun Jingxing: "..."

Jun Jingxing expressionlessly: "You didn't force him to leave yet. Is it regrettable now? It's too late."

Sui Yan glanced at him, duplicity: "I didn't regret it, don't talk nonsense."

Jun Jingxing didn't bother to argue with him, so as not to be beaten up by the fascinating unwillingness: "Xingxing, I am talking nonsense-so when shall we go to the Hualou?"

Sui Yan put the small hand stove on the table beside him and sat down directly.

Jun Jingxing said: "Not going anymore?"

Sui Yan shook his head gently, staring down at the burning charcoal basin near his feet, his eyes reflecting the bright yellow charcoal fire, lining the waves like lava flowing.

He hasn't spoken, Jun Jingxing is a little uneasy, and tentatively said, "Master Hou?"

Sui Yan regained consciousness abruptly before murmured softly, "Is that thing burned? If it is still there, I will bring it over and burn it myself."

Jun Jingxing was stunned for a moment, then took a breath and looked at him in amazement.

Sui Yan Yuguang caught a glimpse of his reaction, but closed his eyes lightly.

He took a breath, opened his eyes and stared at the charcoal basin, and said softly: "He did for me what I had never dared to do, I... I burned it myself..."

I can't think of myself.

Jun Jingxing's breathing slowed down, and he whispered: "Master Hou, even if the prince does not go, then Li...Li Zhao has already had his ambition to die."

Sui Yan's voice was soft as if it was about to go away in the next instant: "I know."

I know everything.

It is precisely because he knows everything that he has no way to blame anyone.

Jun Jingxing looked at his fascinated face and sighed before finding out what he had hidden last night and handing it to Sui Yan.

Sui Yan lowered his eyes, and untied the four corners of the red cloth one by one with trembling fingers.

The red cloth was picked up by the thin white fingers and dropped to the side, revealing a brand new square box inside.

Sui Yan took a breath, his eyes flushed uncontrollably.

Large clusters of begonia patterns are carved on the box, and a small and exquisite "sui" is also carved on the lower left. When the box is opened, it is still a small grid specially made by the craftsman to hold candied fruit.

Sui Yan gently stroked the pattern on the lid, and then murmured for a while: "Eat a candied fruit, what do you need so many patterns for?"

When Li Zhao mysteriously gave Sui Yan this fancy little box when he was young, Sui Yan asked him disgustingly.

At that time, Li Zhao said: "Little Master's things are naturally the best."

Jun Jingxing looked at his reddish eyes and was a little worried: "Master Hou?"

Sui Yan still stretched out his hand to caress the engraved patterns. After a while, he gently raised his hand and threw it into the charcoal basin under his feet.

Jun Jingxing frowned: "This..."

Sui Yan stared at the charcoal fire and engulfed the wooden box little by little.

Sui Yan kept staring at the wooden box slowly turning into ashes, until the tongue of fire gradually dissipated and hung in the charcoal block, he blinked slightly, and slightly raised his head and rubbed the center of his eyebrows.

Jun Jingxing said hurriedly, "Does my head hurt again?"

Sui Yan smiled and said, "My eyes hurt a little."

Jun Jingxing was silent for a while, then walked forward and gently rubbed his hand at the end of his eye.

Sui Yan closed his eyes lightly, his face pale.

Jun Jingxing thought for a while, but couldn't hold back, and said, "Didn't you already fall asleep last night?"

He was also given medicine by the prince, how could he run to Li Zhao soberly?

Sui Yan slowly opened his eyes and stared at Jun Jingxing for a long time before he laughed and said, "I lied to you, fool."

Jun Jingxing: "..."

Sui Yan said, "I have been having the same nightmare over and over again during this period, but I don't know what I dreamed of."

Until yesterday.

Yesterday he woke up from a nightmare and saw the empty room. He felt like it was a dream again. No matter how he screamed and looked for it, he couldn't find anyone there.

Even so, he insisted on looking for someone with the last glimmer of hope.

After waking up from a dream in his previous life, his first reaction was to see the moon.

There was no one in the outer room, so he had to look for Li Zhao.

Staggering to Li Zhao's room door, he heard Duan Mingchong's phrase "burned" and the ground was full of blood.

In a daze, he only felt that this was another nightmare of his own, so he only glanced at it and turned away.

He didn't think of it when he woke up early in the morning, but when he was intimacy with Ming Chong at the same end, he seemed to smell the cold **** smell of last night in a trance.

For a moment, the scene of last night was flashed into my mind.

He didn't know if it was a dream or real, so he lied to Jun Jing to go.

Jun Jingxing's reaction was not unexpected.

That is reality.

Sui Yan murmured: "I... also remembered what I dreamed of during this period of time."

Jun Jingxing frowned and said, "Or what you said before, trapped in a deserted mansion, can't get out anyway?"

Sui Yan nodded: "But sometimes I feel that there...as if it is reality."

Jun Jingxing was taken aback.

Sui Yan raised his head slightly, her dark eyes looked at him unblinking, and her voice was somewhat vague and weird.

"Here...it seems to be a dream."

"You are all fake." Sui Yan murmured, "You are fake, second brother is fake, even the prince..."

It's also fake.

All this seemed to be just a dream of the yellow beam he was in, and only the desolate palace where no one could be found was his real destination.

In the blue sky and white sun, Jun Jingxing was actually in a cold sweat by his two abrupt words.

"Don't, don't talk nonsense." Jun Jingxing patted his beating heart, reached out and pinched the back of Sui Yan's hand, and said, "Does it hurt?"

Sui Yan was stunned and nodded.

Jun Jingxing said: "The pain is right, do you also hurt when you dream?"

Sui Yan thought about it carefully, as if he didn't feel much pain when he fell off the steps.

He shook his head truthfully, his heart settled slightly.

Jun Jingxing breathed a sigh of relief and enlightened him: "Only when you are dreaming, you don't feel pain. Don't think about it and scare yourself."

Sui Yan nodded hesitantly.

In the next instant, the unwilling ghost appeared, and the finger quickly pinched Jun Jingxing's back like a gust of wind.

Jun Jingxing: "..."

Ahhhhh!

Unwilling is not more than Jun Jingxing is a scholar. She has practiced martial arts since she was a child. Even a woman's hand strength is not comparable to that of an ordinary man. With such a pinch, the back of Jun Jingxing's hand is red and painful.

Jun Jingxing roared: "You lunatic! I just touched him!"

Unwillingly coldly said: "If you touch it next time, I will take the iron tongs."

Jun Jingxing: "..."

Jun Jingxing was still worried about Sui Yan, and he was unwilling to do something like this. His chest hurts with anger, and his anger is a little bit reluctant.

"You... him! You protect your master so much. If you tie him to the bed and toss him when the prince comes over in the future, will you also rush to beat the prince!"

Unwilling: "..."

Sui Yan: "..."

Sui Yan was originally watching a daily good show to adjust his mood, but somehow he was named Dao surname, and he stayed for a while before he looked at Jun Jingxing in disbelief.

After Jun Jingxing finished speaking, he knew that he had failed to speak, and he immediately covered his mouth and gave a hopeless look in resentment.

Sui Yan watched Jun Jingxing vigilantly, while wrapping the Buddhist beads twice to block his wrists. After thinking about it, he felt unsafe, and then carefully wrapped it around.

Jun Jingxing: "..."

Jun Jingxing was so angry that he weakly said, "What's the use of entanglement now, you...Forget it, I won't tell you anymore, can't I leave?"

He turned around and was about to run, Sui Yan hurriedly said, "Where's Wanhualou? Not going?"

Jun Jingxing said: "Whoever loves to go, I will not wait."

After that, he ran away angrily.

Sui Yan looked at him so angry, and looked at Wuyuan, before saying: "I always thought he was a cold temper, I didn't expect you..."

It is really a skill to make such a steady and calm popularity into a firecracker.

Don't be proud, you can be proud.

Unwilling to know why.

Sui Yan said helplessly: "You better go take a look, don't hit him again, just apologize, he is very coaxing."

Unwilling to look at the direction of Jun Jingxing's departure, combined with Sui Yan's words, he realized that the genius doctor was mad, and then he froze for a while at the same place, saying: "Yes."

After speaking, I went out.

Sui Yan stood up, looked at the sun immediately at noon, and held up the small hand stove on the table again.

He looked at the burning charcoal basin, stood there for a moment, then got up and left.

Since the opening of the spring, the fields on both sides of the long street in Beijing have been vying to compete with each other. The Flower Festival will soon arrive. Everywhere there are flower **** made of flower branches hanging on the trees, like colorful lanterns.

Sui Yan walked to the bank of the moat alone in a cloak, holding a wooden stick in his hand.

He had almost eaten the candied haws, and at this moment, there was no way to fiddle with the flowers under his feet with the tip of the wooden stick.

Sui Yan bent down and picked off two Begonia flowers with the Wanhualou building close to her eyes. He planned to give it to the storyteller as a reward later.

But before he walked into the long street of Banghualou, he ran into a monk head-on.

Geng Xue was holding a string of Buddhist beads and looking down at the flowers swept by the hem.

Sui Yan frowned, and wanted to change lanes before she even noticed him turning.

As far as he knows, once you encounter this monk, nothing will happen.

Last time, I came to the Hou Mansion to fortune and tell the robbery. In the last time, the lottery was drawn. All in all, nothing was good.

Sui Yan thought to himself: It's too unlucky.

While he said that he did not believe in gods and Buddhas, he was extremely superstitious about these good omens, but he didn't feel that there was any contradiction in the slightest.

The monk’s head was bright and bright. Just as Sui Yan had just taken a step, Gengxue’s voice sounded from behind: "Master Hou stay for the walk."

Sui Yan stopped reluctantly, turning his head back with a smile and nodding: "Master, it's a coincidence, you can meet him here."

Gengxue replied with a smile and said, "Unfortunately, the poor monk has been waiting here for Master Hou for a long time."

Sui Yan: "..."

Hey, I really shouldn't go out.

Sui Yan reluctantly said, "Does the master have anything to do?"

Geng Xue turned his hand to Wanhualou, and said with a smile: "It would be too compelling to say something here. Let's go in and talk while eating."

Sui Yan: "..."

Sui Yan looked at Gengxue speechlessly, and said quietly: "Don't the master think that a monk entering the flower house is more noticeable?"

The author has something to say: Sui Yan: I'm the best to talk about complaints. [Taking the chest]