Xie Queshan got off the ferry and walked toward them.
Nan Yi quickly turned over and dismounted. Song Muchuan reached out to help her, but Xie Queshan got there first.
Xie Queshan's movements were not very gentle and he pulled her to his side.
Song Muchuan's hand fell empty and he took it back knowingly.
"Go to the boat first." He ordered her, but his eyes stayed on Song Muchuan.
Nan Yi hesitated. It was obvious that the two were old acquaintances, and they didn't seem like enemies. But Pang Yu's matter came first, and she was afraid that Xie Queshan would kill someone.
After thinking about it, he stepped forward and took off Xie Que's sword from the side of the mountain.
Xie Queshan stared at Nan Yi in disbelief.
Nan Yi held the sword tightly and ran away before he got angry: "You guys have a good chat, I'll wait for you on the boat."
Song Muchuan watched Nan Yi get on the boat, then looked at Xie Queshan without hiding.
There were three or two taut strings between them. Whoever let go first would hit the other person, but if they didn't let go, the strings would strangle their fingers painfully.
It was Song Muchuan who let go first.
He smiled palely: "Xie Chaoen, my parents are both dead."
Xie Queshan's eyes turned red instantly. He didn't expect that when they reunited after many years, the first words he said to him would be like this. Song Muchuan, he knows how to kill people and punish the heart.
Once upon a time in Tokyo, Xie Queshan did not have a home of his own, so he stayed at Song Muchuan's house together.
The two elders of the Song family regarded him as one of their own and cared for him meticulously, allowing him, a rebellious "rebellious son", to still live a glorious and dignified life in the city of Tokyo.
He also said shamelessly that he would support the two elders of the Song family as his biological parents.
Why couldn't they wait for him? Why did he die like that?
He didn't even get to kneel in front of the two elders and listen to them scolding him for being a traitor and traitor.
Xie Queshan tried his best to restrain the trembling on his body. The strings in Song Muchuan's hand hit him accurately. At this moment, he was covered in blood and bruised.
But he couldn't be in pain or show weakness.
With scarlet eyes, he spat out a few words viciously towards Song Muchuan: "Who asked you to come to Lidu Mansion?"
"Just walking, we're here."
"Get out or I will kill you - just like I killed Pang Yu."
Song Muchuan's eyes were also red, and the knuckles under his sleeves slowly tightened.
He had seen a few sentences about Pang Yu's death in the intelligence, saying that he died at the hands of Qi Bing. He didn't dare to think about that possibility. He felt that their Xie Chaoen would not do such a thing, but at the moment when he personally admitted it, the last hope in his heart was crushed.
"Chao En, I should have died on the day of the Spring Break. God allowed me to live for six more years just to reunite you and me so that we could have a final decision about life and death."
How could Xie Queshan not know that before the Spring Shock, Song Muchuan knelt in front of Wende Hall for seven days for him, almost losing his legs and losing half his life?
He had also heard that Song Muchuan exiled himself and traveled far away from home. He didn't dare to deliberately inquire about him. This was all his fault.
Deep down in his heart, he didn't want to reunite with these long-time friends.
He wants them to be cowardly, to be fearful, to surrender like those who are weak and to stop resisting. But they are not such people.
Song Muchuan said the same thing as Pang Yu, the final decision of life and death was nothing more than life and death. When they meet again, they are destined to be enemies.
Xie Queshan had nothing to say and turned around and left before his emotions overflowed.
Lifting the curtain and stepping into the cabin, he raised his hand and pulled out the sword held in Nan Yi's arms.
Nan Yi was startled: "What are you going to do?"
Xie Queshan raised his hand and cut off the cable of Ye Xiaozhou next to him.
That was the boat that Song Muchuan left at the ferry. The boat just drifted down the fast river and soon left the river bank.
He stood on the side of the ship, looked at him from a distance, and left his last words coldly: "Don't wade into the water you shouldn't wade into."
Song Muchuan stood on the river bank and watched the two boats leaving the ferry one after another.
He was the only one left standing alone by the river.
*
The bright moon rises above the river, and the mountains are hidden in the ink.
The air pressure inside the canopy of the small boat was extremely low.
Xie Queshan's face was sullen, and Nan Yi didn't dare to move at all. The boat floated down the river without anyone rowing it. After a while, he hit the river bank.
"Sir...shall I go boating?"
Xie Queshan raised his eyes, with inexplicable anger in his eyes, as if he wanted to see through Nan Yi: "Didn't Xie Sui'an tell you who Song Muchuan is? Why do you want to get close to him?"
It was Nan Yi's turn to be surprised: "Is he Song Muchuan?"
Xie Queshan frowned.
Nan Yi quickly added: "He only told me that his name is Song Yushu... I accidentally saved him twice, and today he also accidentally saved me..."
Xie Queshan's mind buzzed, and he could no longer hear what Nan Yi was saying. Song Yushu, Song Yushu... There are countless possible pronunciations for these two words, but he immediately understood that it was "forgive me", "give me forgiveness", this was the word he gave himself.
The last string in his hand still hit him.
The skin is torn.
If there is one last person in this world who wants to save him, it must be Song Muchuan.
But he had long been heartbroken.
Suddenly, a cold touch touched his cheek. He lowered his eyes and saw that it was Nan Yi's finger.
Nan Yi seemed to see Xie Queshan crying. She couldn't believe it and stepped forward to touch him tentatively. She was about to retract her hand, but he grabbed it.
He held her hand firmly, brushing her knuckles with his palm. The tear stains were wiped away quietly.
But Nan Yi clearly felt the wetness on her hands.
She didn't dare to move or speak. She seemed to have glimpsed Xie Queshan's unknown vulnerability.
At this time, the boat was turned around by the current and began to drift again, but their positions were suddenly reversed.
His back was to the direction of the water, and the scenery outside was advancing. This is a dangerous posture, but he just doesn't want to care about where the boat floats at the moment. This is his sudden willfulness, which can only be vented occasionally under such an unknown night sky.
After a long silence, he seemed to be in a daze, still not letting go of her hand.
This evidence of tears seemed as if as long as it was held firmly in the palm of his hand, it would never be opened or discovered. It seemed as if in this way, he would never be vulnerable.
Inexplicably, Nan Yi felt a little sorry for Xie Queshan.
She tried to open up some other topics to break the suffocating atmosphere: "Why... why did you come to Tiger Kneeling Mountain?"
"Second sister has gone home, but you haven't come back yet." He finally answered, concisely and in a tired voice.
"I was being chased, and I only thought about escaping for my life. Later, I lost Mrs. Gantang." She took the initiative to speak out.
"Nothing found?"
"No...but, I got rid of those pursuers myself!" She wanted to sound more relaxed.
Xie Queshan didn't answer, his eyes finally focused, and he looked at her faintly. Her heartbeat suddenly skipped a beat, and she realized that she seemed to have missed something.
If he wanted to get to the bottom of it and ask her how she got rid of the pursuers... wouldn't he find out that she knew where Mrs. Gantang was hiding?
But she immediately regained her composure.
She just hid in the tree and used the arrows in her sleeves to fake the noise and lure away the pursuers. As for who the pursuers met and who killed them, what does it have to do with her?
She didn't leave any traces, so she didn't know if she asked.
However, Xie Queshan didn't ask, just smiled lowly, and finally let go of her hand.
"I've become more capable."
His words sounded like compliments at first, but they still sent a chill down Nan Yi's spine, and she didn't know what he was referring to.
She played with the sleeve arrows in her hand pretending to be natural, and her tone was a little more flattering: "The sleeve arrows given by the young master are not useful!"
He didn't answer, his eyes were like a moist south wind, attached to her body, and he said in a low voice, "Do you know why I chose you?"
Nan Yi was stunned: "Why?"
"Because if you want to live, it will make things easier," he sighed deeply. "I don't know why, but there are so many people in the world who just want to die."
Nan Yi was speechless. She knew that his thoughts were still immersed in Song Muchuan's affairs.
She vaguely sensed that he wanted to save some people. Even if he was in Qi Ren's position, he didn't want his relatives and friends to die.
But this is a secret. On this Ye Bianzhou, they shared this secret that would be rotten in their stomachs forever.
When we get ashore, we can see clearly the two sides of enemy and friend.
The boat swayed forward, drifting with the moon.
I don’t know how long it took, but I finally approached the ferry.
Nan Yi had fallen asleep leaning on Xie Queshan. Xie Queshan hesitated for a moment, but finally didn't call her and walked out with her in his arms.
Nan Yi slept hazily, feeling like he was swaying under his body, as if he was floating in the clouds.
"Are we going home?"
She asked lightly, her half-asleep voice sounding like she was kneading a ball of fog that couldn't be dissolved.
"Yeah." He replied.
