Destiny of crossing

Chapter 47

"No..." At the moment before falling off the cliff, what I heard was such a heart-piercing voice, many voices, perhaps the last voice in my life that reached my ears.

However, my body did not fall to the bottom of the valley as expected. There were still many voices in my ears. My wrist was pinched and hurt, as if it was broken. Pain and the feeling of the mountain wind.

I'm hooked.

My wrist was pulled by Wen Yu and Sima Yao, one left and one right, I raised my face and begged: "Let go, please."

"No" shouted for a long time, and I couldn't tell whether it was Fu Jian's voice or Sima Yao's voice.

"Sima Yao, let's work together, the only way to pull him up."

Sima Yao didn't hesitate, he listened to Fu Jian's suggestion and said: "1—2—3—"

As soon as the "3" sound fell, the two hands holding my wrists exerted force at the same time, and they pulled me up with a force against the sky, and I was far away from this cliff.

I was sitting on the ground, still holding the jade flute in my hand, wanting to cry and laugh at the same time, it turns out that I really want to die, can I die?

"Pei Ran..." Sima Yao's icy voice came, with a hint of chill: "Do you want to die? Huh! Do you think I won't do anything to them if you die? If you die, I will let you die." All the people you care about, all the people you miss will die a terrible death."

I was stunned, and raised my head suddenly, and what I saw was Sima Yao's cruel and resentful eyes, like Shura from hell, my lips trembled, and I couldn't utter a word, only deep despair.

"Bastard" Fu Jian yelled, and before everyone understood what was going to happen, he punched Sima Yao hard in the face: "Are you just forcing him like that? Are you Do you want to force him to death?"

Sima Yao's face was completely deflected, and even his tall body couldn't bear such a force, so he deviated two steps to one side.

Everyone was horrified, Xie Lang and the others immediately rushed up excitedly.

Sima Yao turned his head slowly, like a slow-motion lens, turned back to the red and swollen face bit by bit, and slowly wiped away the blood from the corner of his mouth with an almost rough gesture. Then he waved to the guards who were escorting him from behind to signal to back off.

Standing still, he looked at Fu Jian with disdain: "What right do you have to say about me? Didn't you fucking force Pei Ran into a wall? Now you're here to make sarcastic remarks? What are you?"

After all, he punched back.

Fu Jian didn't know whether he didn't dodge, or he didn't want to dodge. After receiving the punch, his face was still turned away, but his footsteps didn't waver at all.

Fu Jian turned his head, wiped the blood on the corner of his mouth casually, pressed his swollen face again, narrowed his brows and eyes, and smiled: "Yes, I am also a bastard, but at least I still have a heart, and you are a wolf."

I stood up tremblingly, facing the sun, one step, two steps slowly walked towards the two of them. The two people who were already at war suddenly stopped accusing and cursing each other, and turned their heads together. .

I looked at Sima Yao's face, then at Fu Jian, and called out, "Wen Yu—"

Wen Yu rushed up to greet him, while Sima Yao stood still and said angrily, "Pei Ran, you should think it through."

How could I not hear that obvious threatening tone?It’s just that I don’t want to explain anything to him right now, so I just said to the man standing in front of me with eyes full of beauty: “Wenyu, I came here this time to visit Brother Wang. People have seen it. I should go back too.”

Fu Jian's breath suddenly became heavy, and he held mine tightly with both hands: "Ran'er, I don't allow you to go with him, I know you don't want to go back with him, why do you wrong yourself? Just because of his threats? Ran'er, as long as you agree, I will send troops now to make him die here."

I look into those earnest eyes, I have no doubt that he will do what he says, but can I?Can I let him take such a risk?Can I really want to see Sima Yao die?

I shook my head and said: "What you said to me yesterday moved me very much, and I was a little confused, but you know that there is someone in my heart. I'm afraid I won't be able to forget him in this life. So... Wenyu, there are countless good men in the world, why waste time on me, and now you want to take risks for me, so why bother?"

"Even if the world is full of flowers, I, Fu Wenyu, will only pick one from you."

There was a slight shock in my heart.

"It is not easy to be sincere in life, but it is not easy to give. Wenyu, I will engrave your love for me in my heart. My heart has already stayed with you, although it is not love. In this life, forget me! Let me go! If what you said to me yesterday is true, then, from now on, please follow my decision."

The hands that were holding my hands suddenly began to tremble. Through these hands, I could feel the struggle of the man in front of me at this moment.

The man who always seemed arrogant and disregarded everything, the emperor who occupied most of the land of China, lowered his haughty head at this moment, and stared at the dazed man without blinking. I don't know where the so-called.

Mountain birds suddenly sprang out of the woods in groups and flew over us, flapping their wings and flying towards their beloved heaven.

I don't know when the wind blew up again, cool and messy.

His hair swayed gently, swept across his cheeks, and swept over the faint lips. I raised my face and kissed him, just like a dragonfly.

Those lips trembled, and those eyes suddenly lifted up, just looking into my eyes.

I pulled out the hand that was being held, grabbed the jade flute tightly, and walked towards Sima Yao.

"By the way" I turned sideways: "Please resign from Brother Wang for me, I'm afraid it's like this today..."

"Don't go." The unparalleled long sword lay in front of me, and the blood-stained pink clothes fluttered in the wind. She raised her face and said to me, "You can't go."

Facing the blade, I continued to walk towards Sima Yao.

The sword trembled in the wind.

"Your Majesty, don't let him go."

"Forget it, Wushuang." That faint sigh melted into the wind, and at some point, the leaves had turned yellow a lot, fluttering, desolate and desolate.

The sword finally hung down, with unwillingness and resentment.

Sima Yao looked at me with stiff eyes, cold and unfathomable.

"Your Majesty, it's time for us to go back." I skipped his side and walked straight down the trail.

The soldiers and horses of the brigade were all in full gear. I sat on the horse and walked behind with the team. On the left and right side of me were Sima Yao, his close guards, Xie Lang and other generals.

The long mountain road, twists and turns, is actually getting farther and farther away from Fu Jian and the others.

"Ran Er—, wait for me—, even if I send out all the soldiers—I will definitely take you away from the Eastern Jin Dynasty—and let you escape from the sea of ​​suffering—"

The cry on the high mountain is a promise to the death, it is a sad sorrow, and it is hysterical, as if it has experienced the desolation of the eternity, shaking the valley.

I reined in the horse, turned around, and could only see that little man standing on the edge of the cliff, calling over and over again: "Even if we send out all the soldiers——, we will definitely take you away from the Eastern Jin Dynasty—" Get you out of the sea of ​​suffering—"

There was a dull pain in my heart, as if something was poking my heart.

Are fallen flowers merciless?

That loud cry!The walking team seemed to be shocked, they all stopped and looked at the figure.

There seemed to be only one person in the team, and after a short pause, he shouted "Drive", the whip cracked the wind, and the horse neighed, galloping away.

That person was Sima Yao.

There seemed to be a gloomy atmosphere suppressing everyone. Along the way, except for discussing some necessary matters, no one spoke, especially Sima Yao.

The tall figure sitting on horseback seemed to be a statue standing in the wind and rain, staring blankly into the distance, his face was so cold that it seemed to be bubbling with cold, no one dared to approach him.

As for me, I stayed in the car honestly, with unresolved melancholy and sadness in my heart, and screams in my head, beating my heart again and again.

Everything in the world may be infected by sadness, even the village has such a sad tune, it is a soft voice of a woman who seems to be entangled in love and hate:

Gu Xi, Gu Xi, ask Jun He Xi.

Who made you humiliate the prosperity, who made you empty your soul.

Who made you subvert the universe, who made you give up your self-esteem.

Or the curse possessed by the devil, or the obsessive and resentful love.

Let go, let go, the love in the world is over, and we can't get together for a long time.

Missing, missing, the eternal smog and solitude, turned into the bones of the whole life and the sorrow.