The shadows of the plum blossoms were sparse, and a faint fragrance floated in the air.
A pea-sized lamp was lit in the small room.
On the table, there was a jar of wine with the seal opened.
There was a jade bowl on both sides, filled with wine.
The jade bowl was filled with amber light.
The wine was good wine.
No one could say that Du Kang wine, which had been buried underground for nearly a hundred years, was bad.
Generous, unforgettable; how could one resolve their worries? Only Du Kang could.
But in the eyes of the two people sitting opposite each other, the wine was even more fragrant and intoxicating than this top-grade wine.
They were not only irreconcilable enemies, but also friends who treated each other with sincerity.
There was nothing strange about this. Many people's friendships were formed by appreciating each other's talents.
Heroes appreciate heroes!
In the martial arts world, there were many swordsmen, but not many heroes.
This was not a special combination, but it was a combination with a story.
Jiang Liechen and An Yesun were one of them.
Quiet night, cold moon; warm room, sandalwood fragrance.
Anyone who saw this scene could not help but say that it was very charming.
With such beautiful scenery, it was hard to believe that a life and death battle had taken place in this room.
Why did the two of them turn against each other?
For people, women.
Women were disasters, and beautiful women were even more disastrous. This saying was not wrong.
There were many grudges in the world, and they were all caused by beautiful women.
Chu Menglin was undoubtedly such a woman.
She was very beautiful, so beautiful that she could cause the downfall of a city.
There was no need to say much about this. A woman who could move the hearts of the two young masters of the Sacrifice Shadow Sect would naturally not be ugly.
But, who knew that the downfall of a city's beauty — because the city's foundation, under her pomegranate skirt, was on the verge of collapse?
She was a peerless beauty — because the men who had feelings for her were all peerless in their generation.
There was a saying that went like this: If a beautiful woman could obtain the sincere love of a man, it would be her happiness. But if she obtained the love of a group of men, and because of this, they fought against each other, it would be her sorrow.
This martial arts competition started with confusion and ended with confusion. How could a mistake be enough to cover it?
But, who could answer the doubts and misgivings in her heart?
Chu Menglin was not wrong. She did not love the person who fell in love with her. Matters of the heart were originally very difficult to explain.
Then whose fault was it?
The candlestick placed silently on the window frame suddenly emitted a spark.
"Pa!" Her voice was crisp and clear, breaking the silence in the warm room. At the same time, it attracted the attention of the two people. His gaze was fixed on the love of this life. He would not leave or abandon her, and he would not be able to shift his gaze away.
For a long, long time, it was so long that the two of them seemed to have forgotten to breathe, and the wine in their bowls seemed to have forgotten to sway.
Jiang Liechen said indifferently, "You have something on your mind."
An Yesun smiled bitterly. "Who doesn't have something on their mind?"
Indeed, they were shouldering too much. Can we take advantage of tonight to get drunk together?
Getting drunk would solve a thousand worries. And in their hearts, there were even more worries. Who could they talk to?
Once the chatterbox was opened, it was hard to take it back.
Truth comes out when drunk. The wine table was the most suitable place to talk.
Unfortunately, today, at this moment, was not a good time to talk, at least not for them.
No matter how sweet the wine was, it would still taste bitter in the mouth of a frustrated person. Because the pain in his heart was already indescribable.
The wine entered the bowels of sorrow and turned into lovesickness and tears.
Jiang Liechen finally could not help but ask, "Are you still blaming me?"
An Yesun did not answer. He raised his wine cup and drank it all.
He could not answer, or perhaps he did not know how to answer. Therefore, he could only drink.
Sometimes, drinking could replace thousands of words. For An Yesun, it was the same for anyone else.
Jiang Liechen also raised his cup and drank it all. This principle was the same for him, because he was also human.
Since he was human, it was normal for him to have human emotions. At the same time, there were too many emotions that he could not control.
Tomorrow would be his big day with Chu Menglin.
On the eve of the wedding, he, the bridegroom, had put on a sad face, and was drinking with another sad person.
It was not that he did not love Chu Menglin. Absolutely not.
On the contrary, he loved her very much. He loved her so much that he was willing to take on all the difficult tasks just to keep her safe. He loved her so much that his back was always to her, but he stood in front of her to protect her from all the wind and rain. He loved her so much that for her smile, he was willing to give up all the credit he had received and accept the punishment himself. He loved her so much that for her aggrieved gaze, he was willing to argue with the Hierarch and fight for her rare justice in the Sacrifice Shadow Sect. He loved her so much that when he saw that her sweetheart was deceiving her, he would rather be rejected by her and insist on telling her the truth.
Since that was the case, to be able to tie the knot with the person he loved and grow old together, depending on each other, was an extremely joyous matter.
However, when one's joy reached its peak, there would also be sadness. His love was real, and his pain was also real. There was as much truth in the world as helplessness.
What was he thinking?
Perhaps, it was because he was not thinking about anything that he was in pain.
He did not think about anything, not because he had nothing to think about. Rather, it was because he needed to think about too many things, so many that even if he racked his brains, he would not be able to think of everything. He could not do it. Even the gods could not do it.
Since he could not do it, he might as well not think about it.
There was too much pain in the world, and it was all caused by people's thoughts. If everyone could have no desires, then there would be no worries or pain in the world. At the same time, there would be a lot less happiness.
The more happiness one received, the more pain one would suffer. The world was cruel. It was precisely because of this that it became a real world.
Jiang Liechen loved Chu Menglin. An Yesun was Jiang Liechen's brother. He also loved Chu Menglin and had loved him for many years.
Chu Menglin did not love any of them, but now he was going to marry Jiang Liechen. How could An Yesun be at peace?
Even if he knew that Jiang Liechen was stronger than him in every aspect, how could he be at peace?
At least, when they could not obtain the feelings of the woman they loved, they were the same regardless of their status. However, something different had to be born from the same thing. How could he be at peace?
If you were An Yesun, you would also find it hard to bear. If you did not understand now, it was only because you had not had similar experiences.
Jiang Liechen had, so he could understand. Because of this, he felt even more pain.
He was very tired. He was already too tired. The only difference between mental exhaustion and physical exhaustion was that physical exhaustion could always be recovered. However, once the heart was broken, it would be difficult to mend it.
He had to say something, otherwise he would be crushed by this exhaustion.
But what could he say? Say that he could only obey the Hierarch's decree and could not go against it? Or that he had never loved Menglin and did not want to marry her?
This was a cruel lie. An Yesun understood him. No one understood him better than An Yesun. If he could not love Chu Menglin, it would be only if his heart stopped beating.
Once a lie was exposed, wouldn't it be more detestable than a sharp truth?
Jiang Liechen could only smile bitterly. "I know you hate me. From the moment the Hierarch personally betrothed Menglin to me, you hated me. "
An Yesun did not deny it. He only drank, and drank even more quickly.
Jiang Liechen said, "Since you hate me, I'm afraid the person you don't want to see the most right now is me. Then why did you come to drink with me? "
An Yesun said, "I don't want to talk to you. I just want to drink. "
"I don't like you as a person, but your wine is not bad."
Today, even if his enemy came to drink with him, he would not refuse. He was not a person who was good at refusing.
The wine cup was empty, and the wine was gone, but An Yesun's heart was not empty.
Because he hated. Every nerve in his body, every bit of his consciousness, was filled with intense hatred. But he could not do anything about it. He had to control himself at all times. In order to preserve his current position, even if he viewed it as dirt.
In order to preserve his current life, even if he hated this bottomless abyss that was like stagnant water.
For the sake of something he hated, he had to sacrifice everything, give up everything. This seemed very foolish. But if you were in his shoes, you would not feel this way.
Not only was it not foolish, it was very sad, extremely sad.
No one could understand his sorrow. He seemed to have been born to be lonely and lonely.
Any young man of his age would not be willing to work hard all day long without complaint, and seek survival in the cracks between the two sides. Where there was oppression, there was bound to be resistance. Moreover, he could not be considered a good-tempered person.
Some things did not need to be said, because even if they were said, they would not be resolved. Just like inextricably linked threads, they could not be cut and were in a mess.
The atmosphere in the room was still oppressive, and there was a pungent smell. It was as if the decisive battle had not yet ended, and it was only waiting for someone to reignite the fuse. A dispute was about to break out.
Jiang Liechen sighed and picked up the wine jug. His fingertips inadvertently stopped on the back of An Yesun's hand. He wanted to say something, but stopped himself.
An Yesun felt as if he had been burned by charcoal. He glared at Jiang Liechen in shock and anger, and with a "shua" sound, he withdrew his hand. He said coldly, "It's best if you don't say anything to me right now. Because if you say anything, our friendship will be over. "
He really did not need to say these words, because his eyes had clearly conveyed this message.
What did Jiang Liechen want to say? How could he know that those words would cause him to feel repulsed?
Perhaps he already knew, but he did not want to face it. After many years of cooperation, the two of them had formed a strange tacit understanding. There was no need to speak. The other party could understand their intentions.
The window was blown open a crack, and a gust of cold wind, carrying the chill of late autumn, swept into the room. Who knew whose heart this cold wind would awaken and whose feelings it would disturb?
Jiang Liechen was extremely irritated. He threw away the wine jug and circled the room like a trapped beast. An Yesun ignored him and shifted his gaze to the wine jug on the table. For a long time, he did not speak.
Jiang Liechen suddenly stopped in his tracks, as if he had made up his mind about something. "You don't need to disgust me like this. I might as well go find the Hierarch and make things clear. It's better than being hated for no reason! "
He really was preparing to leave. But before he could take a step, a sword flickering with cold light nailed itself to the door. Jiang Liechen did not need to turn around to know who had attacked him.
An Yesun became agitated and shouted, "You're not allowed to go! If you dare spout nonsense in front of the Hierarch, I'll kill you right now! "
Jiang Liechen was startled. Then, he threw his head back and roared with laughter. His laughter was wild and unbridled.
An Yesun said angrily, "What are you laughing at? Are you laughing at me? "
Jiang Jianchen laughed coldly without end and said, "What big words! Do you think you can kill me? "
Indeed, if he hadn't shown mercy, that sword would've pierced An Yesun's throat. The outcome of this match had long since been decided.
An Yesun had thought this through. As such, he also laughed loudly. His laughter was mournful and bitter.
Who would've thought that these two types of laughter would contain completely different meanings?
People would still cry when they were happy.
Similarly, people would also laugh when they were in extreme sorrow.
An Yesun laughed and laughed, but tears suddenly flowed down his cheeks.
His eyes were bloodshot as he suddenly looked up. "You're laughing because you've won. My existence has always been to serve as a foil to your limelight! I can't do anything well, and in the Hierarch's eyes, I'm just a substitute for you. I'm just a useless cripple. Don't you think I'm laughable? "
Jiang Liechen said, "It's not like that …"
He only managed to say five words before he was unable to continue.
"It's not like that. Even if thousands of women were to throw themselves at me, none of them would be as important as you.
You've always been a special existence in my heart. "
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