Tyrant I am from MI9

Chapter 304

Qing Xia raised her eyebrows, puzzled.Mr. Liang smiled and said, "I'd better take you to meet someone first."

Qing Xia was shocked all over, stood up immediately, widened her eyes, and said in a deep voice: "Who is it?"

Mr. Liang narrowed his eyes, and a quiet wave of light flashed slowly.

"A person you have been looking for." Qing Xia had imagined thousands of ways to meet Qin Zhiyan.

She thought, maybe at a certain scenic spot, on the top of the mountains, she tried her best to climb up, and found him sitting under the pines quietly playing the piano, occasionally raising her head to look at her and smiling quietly, like It's like he's been waiting for her for a long time.

She thought, maybe in a certain desert, just like many times before, she was exhausted, thirsty, hungry, and powerless. Suddenly, there was a crisp sound of camel bells in front of her, and he was riding on the back of a snow-white camel , walked slowly, and then handed her a bulging water bag.

She thought, maybe it would only be in a very ordinary place, by the lake, in a restaurant, in a restaurant, in a snack bar, maybe in a corner of a certain street. There was a person bargaining louder than her, she stood up unconvinced, and then saw his shadow.

she thinks……

She thought about it a lot, but she never thought of this method, or perhaps, she had already thought about it, but she didn't dare to face it.

But at this moment, looking at the blue tombstone in front of him and the words engraved on it, Qing Xia suddenly became numb.She thought, maybe she should cry, but why are her eyes so dry that she can't shed a single tear?Standing in a sea of ​​rolling bamboo, she looked at a green grave in front of her, stretched out her trembling fingertips, but could only touch the cold stone tablet, she wanted to say something, but her throat seemed to be blocked, and she tried again. Can't even make a sound.

A small string of silver chains hung on the stone tablet, which had already looked a bit black under the corrosion of the air.Qing Xia stretched out her hand to pick up the chain, holding it in her hand, the feeling of a big dream finally whizzed away.She closed her eyes slowly, and told herself repeatedly, this is true, this is true, but her heart was in piercing pain, her breathing gradually became difficult, her fingers were cold, and her cheeks began to flush up.

Mr. Liang patted her shoulder lightly, then turned around and left slowly.

Before walking out of the bamboo forest, a deep, suppressed, broken cry sounded suddenly, startling thousands of birds in the bamboo forest, fluttering their wings and flying away in unison.

Mr. Liang paused slightly, looked at a dense forest far away, and finally shook his head helplessly.

The woman's voice was broken and desperate, with a hoarse cough that could not be concealed occasionally, like a terminally ill person, echoing in the air one by one.There was a faint smell of blood.

"Zhiyan?" A hoarse voice sounded slowly, and a pale hand gently brushed over the cold tombstone, silently reading the words on it.His tomb is as simple as his person, a cup of loess, a green tomb, and a simple stone tablet with five thin words engraved on it: Tomb of Qin Zhiyan.The only sacrifice was this blackened silver chain.

This chain was given to me when the group of foreigners in Ericsson on the streets of Pengyang met for the first time, and I hung it around Qin Zhiyan's neck at the edge of Honghu Lake that night, hoping that it would bless millions The human Jesus God can also bless her lover, but unfortunately, maybe her faith is not pious enough, and the Almighty God has forgotten them.The years are in a trance, the beauty is white, and the deepest and coldest nightmare finally comes roaring.

Qin Zhiyan, I should have known you were here long ago.

Qingxia smiled bitterly, the smile was full of unstoppable loneliness and vicissitudes, she sat down leaning on the stone tablet, imagining how she would be leaning in the arms of a man, the past years were like flowing water, slowly But it is fast, unable to hold, unable to retain.

I know that in the whole world, the place where you are most likely to be will be here.But I dare not come, I would rather walk all over the world, all over the desert plateau with the fantasy that you are still alive, I am afraid of this place, I am afraid that what I see after I come here is just a piece of spirit, just a corpse, or, like now In this way, it is just a green grave.

A wind suddenly blew up in the bamboo forest, blowing the green and white clothes, just like that evening eight years ago, she was lying on the man's back, holding a pair of shoes, bare feet, still dangling, faint drowsy.The wind at that time was so good, with a fresh fragrance, the moonlight at that time was also so good, with quiet warmth, the flowers at that time were also so good, blooming brightly but not kitsch, everything was good at that time, and the world was one Quiet, just the two of them left, no war, no blood, no killing, nothing in between.They cuddled each other in the ancient and mysterious underground, talking about some messy past events, like two butterflies who depended on each other, without any worries.

She still remembered that they said that this place is so beautiful, it would be great if they could stop going out.

But at that time, there were still too many burdens on their shoulders.She wanted to go out to look for Yang Feng, and he also had too much national and family hatred.

If everything could be done again, she would definitely stay in this small place forever and never go out again.In this way, Qin Zhiyan will not just die like this, and he will not drag Chu Li into the water, and she will not suffer so much and be exhausted to death.

If possible, I really want to turn back time to that second, then reach out, hug that frail body tightly, and keep him by my side.

Tears were like rain, dripping drop by drop on the white skirt, and disappeared in an instant.Her heart seemed to be hollowed out by someone, and even the original little hope was shattered. She didn't know how to express her feelings. The tears seemed to have dried up, but why were there still tears rolling out? It was foggy, she couldn't see the trees in the distance clearly, and she couldn't see the clouds in the sky clearly, only the five characters on the tombstone were like awls, piercing into her heart fiercely.

Qin Zhiyan, isn't it cold down here?It's already December, and it's snowing outside, the snow is vast, and it's freezing cold.Don't you feel cold as you lie there with no hand warmer, no charcoal brazier, and no thick clothes?

I thought I could be strong, I thought I could be brave, you spent six years preparing me mentally for this, but when I knew it, I still couldn't control the huge heartache.Qin Zhiyan, my heart has been hollowed out, and the blood inside keeps flowing out, I am so stupid, I can't stop it.

Qing Xia suddenly leaned her head on the blue stone tablet, tears poured down, she cried bitterly, her fingertips turned white, those past years surged away from her surroundings like a rushing river, overflowing her Her calves, waist, neck, and scalp engulfed her whole body.It turns out that after so many years, those vivid memories are still as new. It turns out that she is such a persistent and nostalgic person. It turns out that there are some things that can be seen for thousands of years and never be forgotten.

Qin Zhiyan, your Yimaer is here, she is too tired these years, living is more tiring than dying, if it is possible, will she really follow you?You are no longer here, how can your longevity survive alone?This lonely world, this flashy life, these difficult years, let them pass away together, she wants to be with you, look at you, hold you when you are cold...

But, after all, it is impossible. There are some things, a kind of thinking, which have changed in the silent years. I can't kill it, I can't get rid of it, and finally I have to not admit it.You are not here, the door in my heart is finally occupied by someone else.

Those are some responsibilities, some feelings, some irresistible forces, please forgive me, even if I find you, I still can’t be with you, the world outside is precarious, and there is another person, trekking hard, waiting for me .I must leave, even if I die on the road.

The woman's voice gradually became softer, and a fishy-hot liquid gurgled out of her mouth, like warm spring water, sprinkled drop by drop on the blue stone tablet, and those cold winds blew slightly, sweeping up The dust on the ground rolled up her hair and clothes, and from a distance, she could only see a thin and thin back.

As the sky was getting dark, the woman was still motionless, and there were noisy footsteps coming in a hurry. Several old men with white beard and white hair rushed to lift her up, put her on a stretcher, and left in a hurry.

An upright man in green shirt stood outside the bamboo grove, his figure was lonely, and his robe was flipping, so elegant and dusty.

Mr. Liang came forward slowly from behind, and said in a gentle voice, "You regret it now, it's still too late."

The man smiled slightly, his smile was bitter and indifferent, but he said nothing.

Mr. Liang continued: "The golden needle is inserted into the brain, and the medicine is implanted. From then on, even if she sits facing each other, she will never know you again. Have you made up your mind?"

The man turned around suddenly, his brows and eyes were as warm as jade, and his eyes were as calm as the sea, and he said lightly, "Why is the teacher talking so much today?"

Mr. Liang said with a smile: "Old people, it's inevitable that you will nag a little bit, I'm just afraid that you will regret it in the future."

"Teacher knows what kind of fate I will fall into, so why bother to drag others down?" The man took a deep breath, turned around suddenly, and said in a deep voice, "What's more, there are people who are more suitable than me."

The bamboo forest rustled, the light and shadow were misty, and a deep voice sounded slowly.

"He should be here too." Qianqiu Xueleng, Wanli Icefield.The Emperor of Southern Chu's million-strong army crossed the Helan Mountains, leaped across the grasslands of the Northland, and went deep into the desert.However, when this hidden danger was about to be eliminated, the Emperor Chu suddenly ordered the entire army to return to the Central Plains. No one knew why, except for a few close servants, everyone thought it was another wise decision made by the Emperor, and they were determined. followed closely.

(End of this chapter)