She wanted to wait for Shen Ce to come to sleep again, she turned on the TV, and in the light of the screen, she was dizzy.

I made a cup of lotus tea and wanted to moisten my throat at night.

She lay down on the pillow and reluctantly watched TV shows and learned Cantonese. At hand, the lotus flower in the glass is slowly blooming in the hot water, from the dry white, moistened into the water, as if resurrected from the dead.

There are a few ups and downs of wolfberry up and down the lotus, and it has also recovered the most fresh red.

...

The light of the torch dazzled his eyes, and the earth kept burying his body. Her throat was hoarse, and she cried loudly at the bottom of the pit. The relatives of her father's family around her shoveled a copper shovel, shoveled a piece of soil, and threw it into the pit. She was hit in the head by the mixed stones in the soil, and blood flowed down her face. In the bloody light, the figure of my brother broke into the crowd, as if to tear them apart. Everyone was pulling and persuading, saying that you were a man, the hope left by your father, and the younger sister was buried.

Relatives of her father's family tricked her brother into leaving, and took her away, who was infected with the disease, and wanted to bury her in the wild.

When he was dying, he desperately tried his life, injured his clan, and drove them away. Without a copper shovel, he used a dagger and his hands to dig her out of the soil little by little. While digging, he kissed her bloody forehead and said that Zhaozhao was not afraid, his brother was here. Those people were ruthless, buried one layer and patted one layer with a copper shovel, and the soil was covered with porcelain. Usually she likes to cry, but she doesn't cry anymore, her hands are just able to move, she climbs up on his neck, and whispers that you come when I'm tired of crying, I'm not afraid, brother, if you dig slowly, your hands will be broken.

At night, the brothers and sisters left Linhai County. She had a high fever and woke up from time to time. He was afraid that in a crowded place, she would infect innocent people, and he carried her young girl to the deepest part of the mountain. If she recovers greatly, she will go to Chaisang to join her mother's family. If her life is bad, the two brothers and sisters will continue to walk to Huangquan Road together.

...

Late at night, Shen Ce ended the conference call with the team and came to accompany her.

Seeing her blushing, turning over in pain in the quilt, her heart trembled, and when she touched her hand, it was astonishingly hot. She was about to look for antipyretic medicine when she grabbed her hand: "Brother... I want to go back to Linhai."

He felt like someone was holding his heart, unable to move.

"It's cold in the mountains."

...

He held Zhaozhao's hand, like hers when he was a child. He couldn't control his emotions, and he clenched it very tightly, lest she would disappear as soon as he let go: "I can't go back... They won't let us go back."

She leaned into his arms like a young man: "Did my uncle want to marry your sister-in-law for you, and he wanted to bury me because he thought it was troublesome for me... Brother, if you have a sister-in-law, will you not want me?"

"No... my brother only wants you."

She smiled, and after laughing, she was secretly worried: "Where are we going?"

The picture on the TV screen jumped.

The dead lotus in the cup quietly stretches out every inch of petal veins in the cold water, like watching a conversation between brothers and sisters in the deep forest a thousand years ago, snuggling up to keep warm...

Shen Ce's hand stretched out randomly, trying to get a cup. The glass was slammed to the floor by him, and in the quiet space, there was a shocking cracking sound.

He was woken up with a cold sweat on his back.

In the last life, Zhaozhao was infected with the plague when he was a child. In that year, six or seven people in a household of ten could die. He took her to escape from her father's family. The two brothers and sisters lived and died in the mountains, and their lives survived.

Zhao Zhao actually started to think about it.

He forcibly calmed down and probed her breath with his index finger, which was extremely weak.

His hands were trembling, and he slowly stroked her hair, which was already wet with high fever and sweat. Various clips flashed through my mind. After Chai Sang, all the ordeals that Zhaozhao had experienced flashed through one by one, as well as the last poisonous bite...

That night, Zhaozhao's high fever did not subside, and he repeatedly said nonsense related to the past.

Shen Ce sat quietly beside her all night.

Before dawn, he hugged Zhaozhao and left, took him to his apartment in Macau, called two nurses from his mother who had taken care of him for several years, and instructed him to stay in the room and watch over her.

After settling her down, Shen Ce returned to Shen's house.

On the basement floor of the Collection Building, there is a small Buddhist hall. When Shen Ce entered the Buddhist hall, his cousin was chanting scriptures, and he was quite surprised to see him coming.

The two exchanged for a moment, then drove away from the Shen residence. At the port, Shen Ce and his cousin went to Lantau Island together to find his cousin's master. It was the advice given by this eminent monk that gave Shen Ce a chance of life, so the first person Shen Ce thought of was him.

When we reached Lantau Island, it was bright.

Many good believers have come to listen to the scriptures and burn incense. They entered the Zen temple. Shen Zheng told him to wait outside the Mahavira Hall and find the master himself. That eminent monk is the host of a temple in the mainland. Because of his relationship with Lantau Island, he comes to stay for two months every New Year.

In the distant low voice of chanting, the old monk came with his cousin.

Shen Zheng has already told the master about the matter. The old monk hadn't seen Shen Ce for many years, and when they met again at this moment, he couldn't help but sigh, and sighed softly with my Buddha's compassion: "Don't come and be safe."

"Thanks to the master." Shen Ce said.

The old monk who was in Putuo at the time, that is, the senior monk's brother, once performed a ritual for Shen Ce to eliminate disasters and pray for blessings. The three of them agreed that Shen Zheng would accompany Master to recite the scriptures for Zhaozhao, praying that her past would be wiped out. The old monk told Shen Ce to save his younger sister as much as he could when he was young.

This reminded Shen Ce, and the knife.

On the yacht returning from Lantau Island, Shen Ce was fascinated by the waves.

"Will you be sad if you let her forget?" Shen Zheng, who is going to be a monk sooner or later, naturally won't reveal a word to outsiders. Seeing my cousin's demeanor at this moment, and thinking about it from my cousin's point of view, I feel deeply embarrassed.

He looked at his cousin and said, "That's good. Love can't be deep, and deep love can't last."

Shen Ce knew from the beginning that people should not pursue perfection in life. In the past, in order to balance this point, he would deliberately leave some wars with flaws, let the courtiers criticize him, and let people say that he is "although he is a general, but he lacks morality." Only in this way can a teenager gain the initial trust of the royal family and get the opportunity to grow. If he was a perfect general, the emperor would be afraid from the beginning and would not let him hold power at all. It's a pity that the military power was too concentrated in the end.

The ending of the past also reminded him at all times: there must be losses, shortcomings, or imperfections.

After returning to Macau, Shen Ce sent Shen Zheng back to Shen's house, and told his father that Zhao Zhao had something to do temporarily, so he flew to the mainland first, and his laboratory had something to leave, so he would try to come back on the fifth day of the fifth day of the first year of the new year. adopt.

Before he left, he entered the collection building alone.

In front of the glass cabinet in the exhibition hall, look at the pair of swords.

When the glass case was opened, the moment his hand touched the handle of the knife, the screeching sound of the blade unsheathed ran through his memory. The knife seemed to tremble until he grasped the hilt.

The warmth of the blood on the back of his hand, and the feel of the knife piercing the flesh, revived in his body.

Shen Ce opened the prepared cloth, wrapped the knife, and locked the glass case again.

Back at the apartment, the two nurses chatted softly in the hallway.

As he walked from the entrance to the corridor, the nurse stopped whispering and told him that the doctor was here: "The situation is not very good, the doctor said it was an undetectable virus infection." Undetectable, unknown cause, exactly the same as Shen Ce in the past.

He entered the bedroom, where he had been recuperating for many years, fully equipped.

Zhaozhao's face was pale, his eyes were closed, he lay on the bed, and slept extremely painfully. After a brief exchange with the doctor, the doctor left the room and put the knife wrapped in cloth on Zhaozhao's pillow.

The cloth spread, and the gilded tiger head turned towards her.

In Putuo, it was this knife that kept his life.

Originally, the old monk's residence couldn't have such a bloody killer, but when Shen Ce's father took it out, the old monk sighed and said, "A white tiger belongs to gold, and this tiger's head is ingeniously gilded." Before Shen Hanzhong could speak, the old monk had already guessed that the sword belonged to a famous general.

"The white tiger is a righteous beast, stay here." The old monk asked the sword to guard the young Shen Ce.

And today, he let the knife guard her.

In the rest of the time, except for meals, he stayed with her in the house.

On the third day, Shen Ce leaned against the bed, put his hand on top of her head, wrapped a few strands of her hair, and closed his eyes to rest. Suddenly, the hair under the fingers twitched.

"Zhao Zhao?" He leaned over.

She frowned slightly and tilted her head, as if she was displeased by the pressure on her hair.

"Do you still want to sleep?"

She made a soft "um" and moved her head again, finally with dissatisfaction, she opened her lips slightly, wanting to protest something. Without strength, he forced himself from lying down to face Shen Ce, and walked towards him naturally.

Shen Ce wanted to laugh in the mood for the rest of his life after the catastrophe. really can't tell whether this is her in the past or the present.

The hair on her forehead rubbed against his chin and opened her eyelids. In front of her was Shen Ce's shirt, which was unbuttoned and left open: "Why...why do you go to bed with clothes on?"

She didn't like him to sleep in clothes, so Shen Ce always stripped naked when she went to bed.

Even though the curtains were drawn, she could still tell that it was daytime. She was puzzled why he didn't leave. Saying to leave before dawn is lying again, but no one will come to find her when her mother is not there.

Shen Ce brushed her fingers through her hair, lowered her head, and looked at her half-open eyes. It is impossible to say no regrets. When Zhaozhao shook his hand and said that it was cold in the mountains and wanted to go home, it was like crossing his hand and grabbing his heart.

Zhaozhao would also remember him, even if it was only a few words.

He was like someone who threw a stone into a deep valley. After waiting for several years, there was finally a faint echo... The shock of that night was enough for him to recall his old age.

The room was silent for a while.

She gently dragged him, Shen Ce obeyed her wishes, lay on his side, and hugged her in front of him.

She was half awake, not realizing that this was an unfamiliar room.

"Eat something before going to sleep." He hugged her waist and patted her lightly.

The person in her arms asked suspiciously, "Are you... not fresh?" She struggled to understand why he didn't take off his clothes and went to bed. After thinking about it, he couldn't understand it, and it spread to, "Aren't you interested in me anymore?"

...

He began to unbutton his shirt and belt.

By the way, text the assistant to tell the nurses and doctors outside the door not to come in. Otherwise, when the female patient wakes up in the hospital bed, the man who accompanies the bed will strip off and sleep with him... Even in his own apartment, it is too much, although the man does not want to do anything, but is forced. These doctors and nurses are all familiar with him, and they have to save face in front of acquaintances.

Seeing the interval between his undressing, she could still send text messages, pursing her lips, and even more suspicious: "Is there anyone more important than me?"

Worth a message at this time?

"Even if there is, you should avoid it for a while. You know I'm careful."

...

Shen Ce stared at her.

"Is it a woman?" She thought about it and asked again, "How old..."

He suddenly yanked her clothes off, rolled over and pressed them on, and placed the knife behind her back and beside her pillow on the floor.

Zhaozhao heard the movement of the metal hitting the floor. When confused, she was shocked, and he covered her mouth to block the low groans that overflowed from her throat. She woke up immediately, pulled the shirt he didn't take off, made an uncontrollable noise, and was covered by his hand again.

The man's palm covered all the charming tossing and turning, from words to sounds.