In the long night, the small people seem to be walking under the deep eyes of gods, but when they look up, they only see darkness.
"When I was in Shu, I passed by a place called Wangchuan Valley..."
Zhang Yue Hui Yi was talking to Nan Yi intermittently, trying to divert her attention and make her less painful. He could sense that her strength was rapidly draining away.
"Well, what happens next?" Nan Yi replied weakly, taking steps forward numbly.
"There is a river in the valley, and in the river stands a jagged strange rock with a huge hole in the center... The local people said that it was formed by a mortal man who fell in love with Xian'e a long time ago. He and Xian'e Xian'e's love was not tolerated by heaven and earth. Xian'e was punished and fell into the dark night forever. She was not allowed to see her lover even if she was close at hand. Her lover waited day and night, and eventually turned into a stone in the valley."
"...But even if he turns into stone, the people he's waiting for still can't see him."
"A magical thing happens. Every year around the winter solstice, the afterglow of the setting sun shines on the side walls of the cave, making the strange rocks seem to be filled with golden light and shine. Only on that day, can Xian'e The light comes to meet her lover...and those who are lucky enough to see this scene will have their wishes come true, even if they are withered bones and flesh, and they can turn back time."
He told a distant legend, and she seemed to see the beautiful trickle of the valley and the golden ray of the setting sun.
Everything is beautiful, waiting and watching across time, finally got the result.
She laughed softly. People need some illusory beauty to support the dull reality. Unconsciously, she walked a long way forward.
But when she looked at Zhang Yuehui, she suddenly felt guilty: "You should be living a good life in Shu..."
After saying that, she regretted that she didn't mention which pot to open.
"Not very good." He replied.
"Why is it bad?"
"It's too far from home."
Her heart felt like a blunt blow.
At this time, Zhang Yuehui's footsteps suddenly stopped, pointing to the distance and happily said: "The city!"
Nan Yi raised his head, and the crescent moon finally appeared in the east. Under the slightly bright sky, looking across the horizon of the wasteland, they saw the smoke of people.
Almost there! It's right in front of you!
Hope rises with the sunrise.
However, standing under the simple city gate, both of them were dumbfounded.
This is not Yanlu City, but a remote town whose name I have never even heard of.
They were going in the wrong direction.
They were nervous, fearing that pursuers would catch up behind them, so they just hurried on in the dark, but accidentally lost their way in the dark, and now they don't even know where they started to go wrong.
Nan Yi couldn't stand any longer, sat down along the wall, and murmured desperately: "I'm going to die."
The fruitlessness after the trek almost broke her will, the dam she had clenched her teeth to hold on to collapsed, and the late pain spread to her entire body. Nan Yi wanted to regain his strength and hit the road again, but he couldn't find any strength.
Zhang Yuehui also slumped down next to her. They were like mud at the base of the wall, and they didn't even have the energy to think about what to do next.
Zhang Yuehui murmured: "We need a carriage...or, a horse."
"No money."
It was too hasty before departure, and it was the limit that she could ask Qiao Yinzhi to stuff the weapons and folders back into her body during the body test. She did not expect that she would need money for the last journey.
She shed tears silently. She wanted to be weak for a moment, not to expand her emotions and affect Zhang Yuehui, but once she opened the door, all her despair exploded at this moment.
"No money..." The tears flowed more and more fiercely, but she couldn't even cry out. The ups and downs of her chest would involve the wound on the lute bone, so she could only choke in vain, "I didn't bring any money..."
A bucket of rice stumps the heroic man.
Quite the opposite, she tried so hard, but still got further and further away from her goal.
What was she going to do, what else could she do?
Zhang Yuehui struggled to stand up, stretched out his hand to gently wipe her face, and comforted: "It's okay, we're not at the end yet."
She looked at him with tearful eyes: "I don't have the strength anymore, Zhang Yue will come back."
Before this, she had never had the thought of failure - or perhaps, some kind of will supported her never to go to the abyss. But as long as she looked at it, she would be swallowed by the abyss and fall.
"Even a copper plate is enough."
The fall seemed to have stopped.
Nan Yi suddenly thought of something, but she could no longer move her hands, so she asked Zhang Yuehui to take out a purse from her body. After Zhang Yuehui opened it, he pushed aside the various bits and pieces inside, and a string of copper plates was revealed.
"Where did it come from?" Zhang Yue was shocked.
Nan Yi also looked stunned: "With the key, I got it from the yamen servant."
Purely out of the instinct to deal with the crisis, Nan Yi took away everything on that person. Fortunately, there is no way out.
“……”
Zhang Yue looked back and felt that this insignificant copper plate shone brighter than mountains of gold and silver.
Money begets money, which is a piece of cake for him.
"Hey, when I come back, we will have a carriage ride." He shook the coin in his hand and returned to the playful smile she was familiar with.
This calmed down Nan Yi's tired spirit. She felt that Zhang Yuehui was omnipotent.
Zhang Yuehui put on a sack picked up from the roadside to cover up his blood-stained clothes, and got into the small town's casino.
The gambling table is his territory, and he is still the king of the West.
An hour later, Zhang Yuehui came out carrying a heavy bag of money.
He was going to the inn to order a carriage, and then to the pharmacy to buy some medicine for Nan Yi.
Zhang Yuehui was so eager that he didn't notice a few sly-looking gangsters squatting at the entrance of the casino, eyeing his wallet.
He was used to looking down at the world from a high place, and he almost lost his beastly instinct. He was still too proud. He had never truly accepted that he had been thrown into the lowest level of the human world. The dust he once flicked his finger might be like a mountain to him now.
He just thought that the crisis in front of him was about to be solved, and his steps even became a little brisk.
When he stepped into the alley, he realized that someone was following him.
When he turned around, there were people surrounding him.
Zhang Yuehui grabbed the money bag in his hand and tried to resolve the conflict: "You heroes, I am just living here temporarily. I have a lot of money in the Central Plains. If you let me go, I can share the money with you."
As soon as he finished, they burst into laughter.
No one believed it. He now looks worse than a beggar.
"Your grandfather and I also have a lot of money, and I will burn it all for you!"
Someone unceremoniously raised their fist and punched Zhang Yuehui in the face. He was caught off guard and almost couldn't even stand still.
Throughout his life, he has been a profiteer who talks about people and ghosts. But at this time, no matter what people say, it's useless. He is just a piece of flesh and blood that can be slaughtered by others.
Asura, who had been deprived of his divine power, came to the Asura field created by him.
He became prey.
Unless you put down your money and save your life.
But that was Nan Yi's way out.
Zhang Yuehui refused to let go. He had an extremely unreal sense of absurdity. He has fought with too many masters, coming and going, winning and losing. He has made his own way and robbed others of their success. However, he never thought that these ruffians would become the most decisive factor in his life and death. important enemy.
Zhang Yuehui waved his fists with all his strength to resist, but he was injured and his strength was too disparity, and he was soon completely defeated by the beatings of several people.
The fists and kicks rained down on him, but he felt no pain, and even felt light all over. At one point, he floated into the air and saw himself in a trance. The vicious gangster held him down and slammed his head against the wall, trying to make him let go.
Blood overflowed from his body, and he was like a tattered piece of cloth, with wind leaking from the west. It was the summer wind, warm and moist, like a mother's hand, stroking away his pain.
Let go. A voice said to him.
Just hold on a little longer. Another voice said to him.
But his body no longer belonged to him. Someone approached him and stabbed a sharp dagger into his body. All his will was poured into his tightly curled fingers, which seemed to be the only thing he could hold.
The only thing he could hold, the only thing he could give Nan Yi.
Even if the person has no breath, his hands cannot break it open.
The gangster simply opened the money bag with a knife and took away the money inside. Finally, he kicked the man who was no longer moving on the ground.
"unlucky."
His splendid and splendid life, sitting on an unparalleled wealth, ended up in this deserted alley for no apparent reason at this moment.
Zhang Yuehui seemed to be able to imagine the sorrow of future generations, but no one would know about it anymore. At this time, he breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, he ended his life in such a ridiculous way instead of being immortalized like a hero, otherwise he would have been uncomfortable. In the future, if anyone mentions Zhang Yuehui, they will only think of him as an unlucky villain.
However, the only thing he was ashamed of was Nan Yi. He was willing to leave all his wishes in this world to her, hoping that she could escape, live well, and fulfill her heart's wish.
Only when a person is about to die can he understand the meaning of the saying that it is better to die than to live. In the past, he was not afraid of death. He just wanted to take revenge on everyone and wanted to drag everyone to hell. But now he really wants to live, but he really I can't hold on any longer.
The last moment she closed her eyes, Zhang Yuehui saw the colorful lanterns hanging outside the alley. Today was the Chinese Valentine's Day.
They also sat next to each other on the Chinese Valentine's Day night, watching the fireworks rising in the city. The east wind blooms flowers on thousands of trees at night, and even blows them down, and the stars are like rain.
She smiled and said to him in the dim light: "When you have money, give me a big one."
OK, wait for me.
In my next life, I will be a good person. I will come to you first and never let you go.
--The final chapter--
In the autumn of the first year of Qian Ding, former Zhongshu Ling Shen Zhizhong's handwriting was revealed. The "Xie Queshan treason case" that had been hotly debated for half a year was finally vindicated, and the truth about his sacrifice for the survival of Lidu Prefecture at a critical moment was finally revealed. Later, Emperor Zhao personally erected a stele to rectify his name, named him Guanglu Doctor, and gave him the posthumous title Wenzheng to inform the world.
Together with the case of the previous dynasty's Zhang family for delaying military aircraft, the case was re-tried to redress the injustice of the Zhang family.
Zhang Yuehui and his family were buried back in his hometown.
Even though some time had passed, Nan Yi would always dream about the day Zhang Yuehui died. When she and Song Muchuan found him, he was lying on the ground cold and clutching a broken money bag. Why? Can't wake up either.
Nan Yi stubbornly held his wound. She insisted that Zhang Yuehui would not die. She hugged his body and cried and asked Song Muchuan if the profiteer had taken some fake death medicine to tease her.
Song Muchuan came only one step late.
When Nan Yi didn't show up as planned, he realized she had an accident and Qing Qi chased after her alone. When he found the prison van, they had just escaped not long ago.
But he didn't find them on the way to Yanlu City, so he turned around and looked in another direction, only to find Nan Yi.
Along the way, Nan Yi almost frantically wanted to take Zhang Yuehui's body to seek medical treatment for him. When the first fly landed on his body, she suddenly realized that he was dead. Such a decent person , how could these insects and flies be allowed to approach.
That person who was as invulnerable as a monster really left her in an almost joking way.
She buried him, walked on the road paved with bones, and took the piece of information back to Jinling with Song Muchuan, making it public.
After those people died one after another, everything began to go smoothly, but Nan Yi became more and more numb in the face of all the rewards, praises and praises.
She just lives, lives for them, she can't die.
After everything settled, maybe Song Muchuan saw that Nan Yi was too empty and suggested to her for no reason that she might as well go to Shu for a walk.
It was already winter. Nan Yi agreed by mistake. She wanted to see the Wangchuan Valley that Zhang Yuehui mentioned.
She wanted to know if she could really make the legendary wish if she saw the spectacle of golden light piercing the hole.
Although she had not thought about what she wanted to wish for. She was filled with too many regrets, but she could do nothing. Her body and soul gradually separated, and she was about to become a walking zombie.
It was cloudy in Sichuan. She waited for several days, but she didn't even see the sun, let alone the golden light that penetrated the hole. Nan Yi sat in the cold boat, looking at the river wrapped around the strange rock, calm and cruel. There are no myths in this world, and the abrupt stone holes just look like hollowed-out hearts.
She was thinking that God might be going against her.
She was born miserable, her life was unstable, and she couldn't get anything she wanted or loved.
In order to stop her delusion, Xian'e could not come to see her lover. God is so vicious.
She just sat with her eyes closed, imagining that she had become a stone. She didn't need to eat or drink, and had no joy or sorrow. She didn't wait or watch. She was just an ordinary stone.
got windy.
After an unknown amount of time, she felt a ray of sunset falling on her face. Dazzling, burning.
She didn't dare to be surprised, fearing that it was just an illusion, but she still tentatively opened her eyes. At this moment, she unexpectedly saw a scene where the clouds cleared and the sun appeared.
The sun sets brightly, and the river surface is filled with golden light.
The traces of light moved slowly towards the rugged stone.
Nan Yi held her breath. This insignificant miracle seemed to be a sign, giving her a strange premonition. She heard footsteps coming from behind, and then, an all-too-familiar voice sounded.
"Can you row the oar? Are you willing to give me a ride?"
Nan Yi suddenly looked back, golden light passed through the stone hole, and the boat had crossed the Ten Thousand Mountains.
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