N-A-A Chapter 191 How did you know?
Chapter 191 How did you know?
It seemed like this was the first time that Yun Xianhe was asked this question. He was stunned for a moment, and then he was silent.
After a while, he forced out a suitable smile as usual, as if he was looking at an ignorant child:
"Ziqing, you think too much."
Ziqing looked at the person who was smiling gently and gave a short laugh.
"Yun Xianhe, do you know that every time you are nice to us, it's like you are fulfilling a mission?"
"Everything you do is like planning your own death, as if you will be gone in the next moment."
Zhu Fu Jingguang stiffened when he heard this.
Many incomprehensible good intentions seemed to have found an explanation at this moment.
"Please...be nice to yourself, okay?"
Ziqing reached out and pressed Yun Xianhe's shoulder, forcing him to look at him:
"I don't care who I look like, if this face of mine can make you obedient, if this face can help you live a good life!"
Ziqing can't stand it anymore!
He didn't want to see this moon burn itself again and achieve the glory of others in its destruction!
“…You said, we are friends, right? Everything you do is because of the mutual help between friends?”
The hero's heterochromatic eyes were filled with pain and confusion, and his hands on the table were tightly clasped around the edges.
"Correct."
"…No, you're lying."
The scene before my eyes changed again.
"Zi Qing!"
Zhu Fu Jingguang heard Yun Xianhe's heart-wrenching cry.
The thin young man fell on the long bluestone steps, and the bright red blood soaked half of his long gown.
Ziqing tried hard to open his eyes and looked at Yun Xianhe, forcing a stiff smile:
"Now, you can... take a break..."
"Don't fall asleep, don't fall asleep! Please!"
He had already completed the task for the target of this mission, so it didn't matter even if he let the other party die now.
But the other person’s life trajectory shouldn’t be like this!
He shouldn't have been injured so badly!
"Master Imperial Master, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince said that the Fifth Prince's interference in your affairs without authorization is a lie..."
"Get him out! Tell the emperor for me that the eldest prince is unworthy of the position, and the position of crown prince will be taken over by someone else!"
Rumbling--
Thunder struck in a clear sky, striking the Prince's mansion like a warning.
The servant who brought the message was so frightened that he kowtowed repeatedly and half crawled and half ran away.
Zhu Fu Jingguang looked at Yun Xianhe who rescued the person with complicated eyes.
However, after Ziqing recovered, Yun Xianhe no longer asked about anything.
A candle was lit in the dim room. Yun Xianhe, standing in the shadows, gave orders to the secret guards:
"Arrange personnel to watch carefully during tomorrow's hunt to ensure that the Fifth Prince does not get hurt."
"Yes."
Zhu Fu Jingguang looked at Yun Xianhe, who had an expressionless face, sitting in the dark with a bamboo hairpin in his hand.
After a long while, he heard the other party murmur in a low voice:
"I want to be friends with you, too. ... But there's not enough time. I can't always be with you."
"I shouldn't be your friend either."
"I'm sorry... I caused you to suffer such misfortune."
"Sorry…"
The famous Imperial Master has regained his former handsome appearance.
Only Zhu Fujingguang, who was watching from the sidelines, understood what was going on.
The other person's current appearance is exactly the same as when they first met.
Gentle, tactful, and aloof.
A true idle crane shouldn't be like this.
What does a true hero look like?
Zhu Fu Jingguang followed Yun Xianhe through all kinds of worlds.
Until I saw another person who was protected from beginning to end.
The other party stopped Yun Xianhe and asked with a sad look:
"Don't you have anything to say to me? You have been pretending all along. Don't you feel disgusted by forcing yourself to be friends with ordinary people like us?"
The hero who was questioned remained silent.
After a while, he looked at the person standing opposite him expressionlessly, and said as if he had given up hope:
"Very disgusting."
"...You deserve to have no friends! I hate you the most!"
Before escaping from the dream, Zhu Fujingguang heard the other party pronounce in that cold voice:
[“Well, I deserve it. …I hate myself too.”]
·
The morning sunlight shines through the loose curtains and falls on the eyes and eyebrows, forcibly waking the sleeping person up.
Zhu Fu Jingguang, who had been dreaming all night, opened his eyes in confusion.
In a trance, I thought I was still in those bizarre dreams with constantly changing scenes.
Seeing Yun Xianhe's wholehearted dedication every time,
Watching the other person go from estrangement to a little closeness with those friends who only meet once in a lifetime, and then to withdrawing without hesitation to die.
After having a dream all night, he finally understood what the other party was afraid of.
A brave man who has lost his loved one naturally loses the courage to love.
At the same time, I am even more afraid of losing again after giving my whole heart.
Zhu Fu Jingguang, sitting on the bed, rubbed his swollen and aching temples and smiled bitterly.
Still different.
In the dream, Yun Xianhe's closeness still feels a little distant, which is different from when I am with them.
But what's the point of thinking about this? The other party has already started to avoid him.
Zhu Fu Jingguang had already anticipated that if he didn't explain things clearly to Yun Xianhe, when the other party saw him again, he would face him like he faced the people in his dreams.
In this case……
Let him make that guy realize that he is his friend in this world.
The leaves of the "Yachilina" growing on the windowsill swayed slightly in the wind, as if agreeing with his thoughts.
·
“Holiday Bookstore, ‘Open only on holidays’? This boss is so willful.”
Yuanzi, who was standing at the door of the bookstore, was aroused when she saw the slogan hanging on the window.
Xiaolan, who was standing by, took a look at the situation in the house through the window.
Perhaps because it was quite early and the location was quite remote, the store manager was still the only one in the store.
She and Yuanzi looked at each other, then slowly pushed the door open and walked in.
The slight chill made people shiver uncontrollably, and along with the soothing light music, bursts of light coughing could be heard.
As if noticing the visitor, the man who was reading slowly raised his head and took a look.
The other person smiled politely at Sonoko and Xiaolan, then lowered his head to read his book again.
It’s called a library, but it’s more like a private study.
The two changed their shoes at the door according to the instructions on the sign and walked quietly towards the bookshelf beside them.
While flipping through books that she had almost never seen before, Sonoko secretly looked at the person sitting behind the counter.
The other person's appearance, which seemed to be untouched by worldly affairs, made people hesitate to approach him and start a conversation with him.
"Xiaolan, have you read these books?"
After searching for a long time without finding a book he recognized, Yuanzi couldn't help but poke Xiaolan.
The latter shook his head, glanced at the "Dynasty Records" in his hand, and replied in a low voice:
"It should be a foreign translation."
"possible."
The man sitting behind the counter put his fist to his lips and coughed quietly a few times, then took a sip of tea slowly.
Noticing the color of the other person's eyes, Sonoko exclaimed quietly:
"Did you see that? He has heterochromia like Xianhe! What a beautiful color!"
"Sonoko, please keep your voice down, that's so rude!"
Seeing that the manager didn't look at them, Xiaolan breathed a sigh of relief, quickly picked up a book and found a place to sit down.
"There is tea on the table, help yourself if you want."
The young man's voice was gentle, like the gurgling of a mountain stream.
Xiaolan blinked blankly and responded repeatedly after confirming that the other party was talking to her.
"Um, boss, why is this store only open on holidays?"
Seeing that the other party seemed easy to talk to, Sonoko tentatively started the conversation.
The young man who understood her lip movements explained calmly:
"Because people are very busy on weekdays and don't have time to sit down and read books. That kind of perfunctory attitude is unfair to books."
“Ah? Ah, I see.”
click,
The shop door was pushed open again.
The man behind the counter looked up, then lowered his head silently and continued reading his book.
"excuse me."
The man reached out and tapped the counter, as if intentionally placing his finger outside the other person's blind spot.
The store manager looked up with a gentle smile, without changing his expression:
"What can I do for you, sir?"
The pair of heterochromatic eyes entered Zhu Fu Jingguang's field of vision, almost exactly the same as in his dream.
He inadvertently glanced at the bamboo hairpin that the other person used to fix his long hair, and the fingers hanging by his side twitched nervously.
"Mr. Midorikawa?"
Xiaolan and Sonoko, who were standing by, were also obviously surprised when they saw Morobushi Kagemitsu.
Zhu Fu Jingguang nodded to Xiaolan and the other person, then turned to stare at the person in front of him.
Seeing that he didn't speak, the man tilted his head slightly, his tone seemed puzzled:
"This gentleman?"
A few strands of hair that were not fixed fell down and rested on her shoulders.
Wig? Real hair? Isn't it Xianhe pretending to be one?
No, even if he's not pretending, this person...
Zhu Fu Jingguang took a deep breath and looked intently at the man in front of him - the man who was called "Bai Yue Changsheng" in his dream.
"Excuse me, are you Mr. Bai Yue Changsheng?"
The fingers holding the pages of the book trembled slightly.
The brave man wearing Bai Yue Changsheng's skin looked at Zhu Fu Jingguang who was close to him, controlling his micro-expressions and not revealing them at all, but the gentleness in his heterochromatic eyes disappeared a lot.
"Yes."
"and you,"
"Excuse me, let me ask you something first."
The person sitting behind the counter straightened up slightly, his half-closed heterochromatic eyes filled with a sense of oppression:
"Sir, how do you know my name?"
He made sure that he had never mentioned his husband's full name in front of others.
How did Mr. Guang know this?