After dressing as a sick and weak villain

Chapter 101

Picking up the half of the hairpin, the sharp cut made my fingertips ache.The bright red down feathers are like a cluster of red plums in the cold winter night in the palm of your hand.

It was like a ball of fire burning in the palm of my hand.

Jiang Yanchi's heart skipped a beat.

Picking up the folded letter paper, slowly unfolding a corner, the stagnant but familiar handwriting came into view.

The opening sentence: Seeing a letter is like meeting you. Now, with this letter, I will say goodbye to you.When writing a pen and writing a letter, there is still a soul in front of others.After the last pen is written in ink, I am afraid that there will be no soul left in the world (①).I once said that the so-called wind is the wind that breaks the courage when you hear the wind.I hope you will remember forever, breaking only the courage of treachery and evil, but not chilling the heart of a good general.Killing only kills the body of a traitor, but does not hurt the bones of loyal ministers.This is the way of the king, and it is also the ability of the master.

The talent of an emperor, the heart of determination.All in one.The emperor's son descends, the young man is the king, the road is long, and it is far away (②).

Today, there are Xiangcai, Zhao Shixuan, father and son are at odds, and the holidays can be of great use.The 14th year of Changping's new champion, Qi Shi, is selfless and talented.In order to reassure the people, the Chu family is absolutely sycophant.In order to obey the will of the people, he returned to the Xu family with military power.

The Xu family is safe and loyal, and can guard the frontier to protect the northern border for thousands of miles.Wan Panjun, trust it with it, protect it with peace of mind.

More than [-] years after the Yong'an Rebellion, there are more than tens of millions of people who have been tortured.

The wish ends at Jinghe.

Since then, there will be no war, no chaos, no starvation, and no mourning.The mountains and rivers are beautiful, and the people's livelihood is peaceful.

As a king, don't use the power of the world to follow one's heart, which will only increase the calculation and competition, and never stop.

I present it with the power of the world, hope the king, and use it exclusively for the people of the world.

Please remember it.

Chu family, never write.

The thin piece of paper trembled, tears dripped down the jaw, hit a corner, blurred the word 富笔, and dyed it black.

All, what time is it.

Why, still say these words.

The tear seemed to have broken the thread, but he was afraid of getting wet again, so he carefully folded the letter, only to find that the letter was turned over, and there was still half a sentence left.

Jiang Yanchi only glanced at it, and immediately burst into tears.

Just clutching the hairpin.

He hadn't been so heart-piercing for seven days.

That sentence is not like the positive politeness, it's just a very plain sentence.

"sorry.

This life is too short, there is only time to protect one person. "

why.

Why is he saying sorry.

"I'm sorry for you. I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." Jiang Yanchi held the hairpin tightly, but could only hold the broken part to his heart.

"I was going to protect you, I was going to save you...why, why did it become like this...Xu Chunmu was right, at that time, I shouldn't have brought you back to Shangjing, you would die, would you really die?" die……"

"Even if I try my best to grasp the imperial power, even if I declare to the world to marry you as my queen, even if I kill so many people, I still... can't save you. If I didn't recognize you at that time , if I hadn't brought you back from the north, if I had never been involved in your life, would you... have lived a good life?"

"Why did you play the piano for me? Why did you tell me that I could become a good emperor? Why did you help me enter the East Palace? Why did you save my mother... Why, why did you let me meet you when I had nothing? ..."

The snow fell again in the middle of the night.

It's like burying everything.

"Sorry……"

"I thought I could save you, I thought...Only I can save you."

this moment.

A fishy sweetness suddenly floated up in Jiang Yanchi's throat.

Tilting his head, a cloud of black blood that had been stagnant for a long time was finally spit out.

***

The key turned the door and it clicked.

A ray of light shone into the dark room, and the door was blocked when it was pushed open. Shen Yin pushed the door hard, half of his body squeezed in and saw Shen Chu squatting under the door.

He flicked on the light.

The light hurt his eyes.

"elder brother."

She squatted down in front of him, holding his face, "what's wrong with you, why are you crying?"

"Well, the doctor is here, we..."

"No, there's no need to see a doctor." Shen Chu smiled dimly, but Xiaoyin firmly held his hand.

Shen Yin didn't pull him for a while, and asked with a frown: "Why don't you, you don't know what to do right now. You're sick, you have to..."

"It's okay, you'll be fine soon. Really, it's okay..."

He staggered to stand up, but Shen Yin grabbed him forcefully and pushed him inside: "No, you have to see a doctor."

Pushing and shoving, Shen Chu's back hit the desk heavily, and a tin box fell from the top of the bookcase. With a bang sound, the lid was knocked open on the corner of the desk, and the contents inside were scattered all over the floor.

It is a piece of dim old photos, a few letters with crooked handwriting, and a thin and small diary.

Shen Chu lowered his head and picked up the one at his feet.It was when Shen Yin was just born, and when I was eight years old, I was sitting on a rocking chair with a small ball of her in my arms, and my mother took the opportunity to take a picture.

There is another one, Xiaoyin is three years old, lying on his back and propping his head with his hands, his vague smile almost overflows the yellowed old photos.

It was all here.

It's all hidden in this thick tin box.

She really wanted to keep all this dust away, and shrink all the painful past related to herself in this small tin box.

Picking up the diary on the side, I randomly opened a page to read: March [-]th, sunny.Xiaoyin ate two meat buns this morning, and the knee she fell on yesterday has scabbed over.If she can make money in the future, she hopes to buy a house with a yard on the first floor, so that she will not fall down on the stairs.

Turning over a few more pages, almost every page is about my sister.

until the last page.

The handwriting on it was blurred by tears, so blurred that it was not clear at all.

November, 27.

Sometimes, as long as one person is alive, the world seems to have hope.The doctor said that she was critically ill, and this time, she probably couldn't make it through.I don't want her to go alone, I will accompany her.

Snapped.

One hand hit the diary hard.With a clatter, the diary bound by the thread was overwhelmed and scattered, and pieces fell to the ground.

Shen Yin only glanced at two lines from the corner of his eye, then suddenly covered his face, crouched on the ground and cried out.

"Xiaoyin, you, what's wrong with you..." Shen Chu's nose was sour, and his voice was soft, "Why, you're crying again."

"I don't want to see this."

My heart hurts slightly.

Shen Chu lowered his head and silently tidied up the scattered diary papers, his hands trembling, and his movements were flustered and hasty: "Then, then don't read it. No, it's okay, don't cry..."

pat.

One of his own tears hit the back of his hand, he was stunned, and silently wiped away the moisture on the back of his hand.

"Why, why is me in every entry in your diary, why, why do you want to die for me, brother... why, why your disease has relapsed, why now you look, look—"

"It's the same as that time again!"

Shen Yin squatted down and flicked his hands twice, and accurately picked out the photo. It was Shen Chu, Shen Yin was ten years old, and they took a group photo when they were just in their third year of high school.

"Looks, words, exactly the same. Why, why. What are you going to do when you locked yourself in the room just now? Are you going to commit suicide again? Can this really be hereditary? You are the same as your mother, you are the same as your mother—— "

creak.

"Miss Shen."

The doctor at the door interrupted with a light cough, "I, can I come in first."

Shen Yin turned around, wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, adjusted his voice, and said in a steady voice: "Doctor Chen, come in." He welcomed him to the desk and sat down.

"Mr. Shen." The doctor smiled slightly, reached out to shake hands with him, pushed the gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose and looked him up and down, "We... haven't seen each other for a long time, I wonder if you still have an impression of me. "

The doctor took off the pen pinned to the pocket of his suit, pressed it down with a click, and began to record something on the paper.

That sound was like throwing a stone into the paddy field, which soon started the fireflies flying, and the memory suddenly appeared in front of my eyes.

The doctor observed his expression and smiled knowingly: "I have some impressions. When you were 15 years old, you were almost expelled from school for stealing. Your homeroom teacher found me and said that you... seem to have a little mental illness."

It seems that there is such a thing.

When he was 15 years old, his junior high school teacher took him to the hospital once.

"Don't worry. Your sister was a little emotional just now, but she actually cared about you. Take a deep breath now and relax. Let's see how you are now."

pat, pat.

The ballpoint pen moved regularly, which startled Shen Chu's eyelashes, and his eyelids instantly lifted.

"Is your memory disordered now? Will there be some things that you can't remember suddenly?"

memory.

What memory disorder.

"When was the last time you cried?" The doctor looked at the tears on his face and asked, "Just now. Did you cry because of the pain from the bump, or because of sadness."

"I……"

The clicking of the ballpoint pen stopped suddenly.

Under the doctor's signal, Shen Yin turned off the headlights in the room, and only turned on the small lamp in front of the desk.

Now Shen Chu can only see the doctor in front of him. He has a kind smile and a gentle attitude, making people feel like they want to get close unconsciously.

"Do you still remember what your mother said before committing suicide by burning charcoal?"

boom.

It was as if something exploded in my mind.

What she said, Shen Chu began to recall by himself, but found that the memory was very vague.

'Xiao Chu...'

The pupils shrank suddenly, Shen Chu said,

"She said, 'Xiao Chu, let's die together'." Shen Chu finally recalled some sporadic fragments.

"anything else."

"there is none left……"

Shen Yin raised his hand and covered his mouth tightly.Tears could not stop overflowing.Hearing the trembling in that breath, Shen Chu turned his head little by little, and when he looked at his sister, the light of the desk lamp cast a huge shadow behind Shen Yin.

The shadow seemed to shrink gradually, becoming a small, round shadow.

Looking at it again, the shadow in front of her hugged her knees and shed tears, turning into a little girl.

It was Xiaoyin, who was five years old.

Looking around, he was once again in that airless dark room.

It's just that everything in front of me has never been so clear.

Every crack in the masonry, the thin sound of the charcoal burning, the eyes and ears seem to be pulled back into the clear memory of that year.

He heard the doctor's voice, and the sound of "click" and "click" with the ballpoint pen. When the charcoal fire burned, the flame was blue, and the gaps in the windows were sealed with glue. The room was dark and depressing. .

"Can you hear clearly, what did mother say at that time?"

The author has something to say: References: ①: The original text is from "Book with Wife" (with some changes). ②The original text is from "Li Sao" (with some changes)