Engraved in Bone

In these few nights, Jiang Ziyu can always hear the sound of rain outside, falling asleep in the sound of ticking water, and then dreaming of Mu Ying's appearance on the stage countless times, graceful and charming, like the first time he met , The other side flung his sleeves at himself, and then when he stretched out his hand, he grabbed for a while.

He desperately shouted the name of the other person upstairs, but Mu Yingsheng just looked up and looked at him lightly, without any emotion.

That night he held Mu Yingsheng's hand, wondering if the other party had a heartbeat on himself for a moment, even a little while. Then, because of the timidity in his heart, he told the other party not to tell him the result.

Jiang Ziyu didn't know if he was regretful.

He was lying on the bed, even if he didn't eat or drink, but Shen Qingyi fed him the elixir that could save his life.

In this sealed and empty room that is scary, Jiang Ziyu ’s only hobby is lying in bed, even if he ca n’t sleep, close his eyes and hide himself in the dark, imagining that Mu Ying is still alive He said nothing in front of himself or quietly beside him.

It is also in the sleep, feeling the only trace of temperature left by the other party.

Even if there was no mirror in the room, one day when he raised his hand, he accidentally touched his cheek recessed, and the protruding bones. Jiang Ziyu thought that he must look ugly at this time, but with more and more dreams, he had a hunch that he was about to be relieved.

Shen Qingyi has been watching him for longer and longer, and sometimes even when he opened his eyes, the other side stood quietly beside his bed. The other's eyes became more and more arrogant and painful. One day he heard the other's hoarse voice, but Jiang Ziyu did not open his eyes.

"I did so much for you, why don't you just like me."

The other's helpless emotion made Jiang Ziyu want to laugh, Shen Qingyi said, "He just wants his love."

That hot, unrestrained, unreserved love.

Jiang Ziyu turned around to express his protest and disregard for Shen Qingyi, and let the other party talk about things he did not understand. His attitude was pitiful and funny. He didn't even know how there was such a person in the world. Just because of longing, he wanted to break up others or torture people.

He also longed for raw love, but he never thought about detaining the other side.

After a long period of numbness, Jiang Ziyu didn't even know how many years had passed since Mu Ying's life and death. He lived in this strange environment, day after day, and year after year in a dream.

I do n’t know what method Shen Qingyi used. His hair has always been black and never white; but faintly, he opened his eyes and looked at the roof as if Mu Ying was smiling at him on the other side, and stretched out everything. No more.

Xu Shi also noticed something from the other party. Shen Qingyi kept feeding him with some strange elixir; when he touched the white head one day, Jiang Ziyu burst into tears.

The world pursues the way of longevity, but never knows that if there is no favorite person to accompany them, it is just an endless torture.

Compared to Jiang Ziyu's excitement, Shen Qingyi was even more panicked. He kept using banned drugs and even cast spells in front of ordinary people regardless of the rules of the sky, and these were just useless work and even accelerated his aging.

How much resentment Shen Qingyi once had, and how much he thanked him now.

Perhaps people will have a hunch when they are about to die, and Jiang Ziyu also has it. The light that hadn't been seen for a long time came in. He saw the thin Shen Qingyi stupidly through the harsh sunlight and the stinging eyes. Jiang Ziyu smiled and was relieved.

"You see, you forced so much and got nothing; so, what are you pursuing, Shen Qingyi?"

"You do n’t see me much, but you are more unwilling. You never ask me what you want, and you do n’t care about my opinions. You only give what you have, what you want to give me, everything. Give it to me, but I don't care if I want or can bear it. "Jiang Ziyu said, suddenly coughing, the room smelled of blood, and when he raised his hand, he touched a **** corner of his mouth:" I like Muying Life, but because of jealousy, he was burned to death in front of me. "

"That's a life!" Jiang Ziyu supported his body with one hand and weakly grasped the other's sleeve. He looked at Shen Qingyi fiercely, trying hard to get close to the other so that he could see his eyes clearly. A strong hatred: "Just because he is not the person you care about, you can kill him with selflessness."

"Don't you say you like me! Don't you say you like me!"

He wanted to shake the other person, but he was lying on the bed with a loss of power. This fall made him dizzy, covered his eyes, and even laughed out: "I don't ask you to love the house and the black, but you Why hurt my favorite person. "

What sin did he do before he was caught by Shen Qingyi and killed Mu Yingsheng.

The other party could have been far away from this bustling life, could be far away from him, and live the life he wanted. But all this was ruined by him.

Shen Qingyi said nothing, but just left. One day, the other was sitting next to his bed, holding his hand and calling his name softly.

Xu Jiujiang Ziyu didn't reply a word, he heard the other party said softly: "I let you go."

"you're free."

He looked at Shen Qingyi with open eyes, and the other person's eyes were blue. Seeing him looking at himself with a little light in his eyes: "I decided not to change your life number anymore."

"If so, Jiang Ziyu, could you not hate me that much."

Jiang Ziyu pulled his hand out and closed his eyes again: "Shen Qingyi, it's too late."

If it could be earlier, earlier, Mu Yingsheng would have safely lived the life he wanted, and let him go with the other person early, maybe he would not hate Shen Qingyi like he does now.

He really couldn't figure out why Shen Qingyi liked himself.

But those don't matter.

When sleepiness struck, Jiang Ziyu's eyes were dark and dark again. The only light was Mu Yingsheng on the stage. The other party seemed to be singing for him, and he approached step by step.

Mu Yingsheng smiled at him, not bent down, turned his head, his sleeves half covered his face, and Wang Shuiruchun looked at him. After turning around, the footsteps were slightly backward, and when long sleeves were used to move forward, Jiang Ziyu subconsciously stretched out his hand to grasp.

This stretch of hand finally failed to catch.

The continuous rain outside the house did not know when it was falling, and the branches of the buds were still covered with raindrops. The crow flapped its wings on the eaves in a few calls and flew away.

It's a joyous cry.