Heir to the Celestial Master

Chapter 29

Lan Weiwei's eyes were a little red, and she didn't want to get angry with Shen Yu anymore. When Shen Yu said these words, the blood and tears in the corners of his eyes seemed endless, dripping down his face, staining red Pieces of white robes were like the plum groves he had always loved, not that he didn't love them, but that the plum groves were no longer plum groves, and had become plum blossom souls, the six-ringed plum formation.

After the matter of dozens of sacrificers that day, Lan Weiwei never went to find Shen Yu.

When she was thinking about how to get out of this predicament, Shen Yu knocked on the door of her room.

Shen Yu was dressed very formally today, covered in armor. The weak Shen Yu, who seemed to be blown away by a gust of wind, finally changed his appearance and became full of masculinity.

Shen Yu winked at her mischievously, and Lan Weiwei felt a little familiar for a moment, as if there were some fragments in her mind, but they couldn't be put together, so she shook her head and threw the thought out of her head.

"Why did you come to find me today?"

Shen Yu took off the helmet that he had been wearing all the time, and a strange boy with quick legs and feet hurried over to him: "Master, this can't be taken off, it can't be."

Shen Yu's brows seemed to be wrinkled, but following the boy's advice, he put it back on his head again, and the corners of his mouth curled up: "I'm well dressed."

Lan Weiwei looked at him from head to toe, stroked his loose hair, and praised him, "Well, it's not bad, he's very energetic." She thought Shen Yu also dressed pretty well, and he himself was handsome, The ancient Mr. Pian Pianjia, however, was exhausted by the illness, and his face was pale. However, such a suit of armor supported his masculinity, making him appear majestic.

Shen Yu seems to be in a good mood today, he smiles, his smile is warm, it seems that everyone in the Shen family has such a temperament, but in comparison, she still likes Shen Yu more, he has a kind of blue and blue Consciously fascinated by the feeling.

"Why don't you go to the same place with me today." Shen Yu looked at Lan Weiwei firmly, his eyes were serious, but his expression was still smiling gently.

"Huh? Where are you going?"

Shen Yu stretched out a finger and pressed it gently on his lips, Lan Weiwei was a little confused, but the warmth in his palm was real, and so was Shen Yu, holding her little hand with a pair of clean and warm hands.

The reflections along the way flew past in layers, and Lan Weiwei saw the dense plum forest again, the fragrance of the fragrant plum blossoms flew past the tip of her nose, and the shadows in front of her eyes faded from blooming to barren all the way.

Shen Yu never let go of her hand, and came to the white tree trunk.

Like Fright Night, the tree was still like a lonely old man, old but not dead.

The trunk of the tree was pale, comparable to the color on Shen Yu's face, and Shen Yu leaned against the tree.

Seeing Shen Yu leaning against the tree, Lan Weiwei hesitated and took two steps forward, but she still didn't dare to get too close. She always felt that the tree was a bit strange.

Shen Yu looked at the white branches that were gently brushing against his face like willow branches, and said softly: "I originally thought that the meaning of human existence is just to make yourself live better."

He sighed inexplicably as he spoke, and Lan Weiwei listened to Shen Yu's heavy but light sigh, quietly waiting for his last voice.

Lowering his head, Shen Yu's eyes drifted over Lan Weiwei's body like flowing water, and then raised his head slightly to caress the white tree trunks. Lan Weiwei's grasped fingers were also inexplicably stiff.

"But when I saw those familiar people leaving me one by one, I actually felt that being alone is pretty good, but day after day, year after year, these Merlins opened up and failed, and failed again. Only then did I realize that the lost people will never come back. Heh, human life is really very small. It is held in the hands of the rich, held in the hands of parents, and held in the hands of more people. There may be helplessness in the hands of the person who has it, but now I suddenly feel that I am tired."

"Weiwei." Shen Yu called her Weiwei. Lan Weiwei felt that she had to breathe and became tense. She was about to ask why Shen Yu called her name so affectionately. When she raised her head, she saw Shen Yu The expression on his face made his heart sink to the bottom.

The expression on Shen Yu's face was not considered sad, but it was the kind of unrequited look that made Lan Weiwei's heart soften all of a sudden. With Huang Lian in her mouth, Lan Weiwei quietly listened to Shen Yuru's voice drifting in the sky, high and clear.

"Have you ever waited for the time for a flower to bloom? On a certain day, I thought the day was very long, but I waited from morning to night, and the flower still didn't bloom. Tell me, should I pick it off?" Go on, if you don't pick it, it will be more painful if you don't see it blooming in the middle of the night, so... I choose to leave."

"That was the only direction I could choose."

"Wei Wei, I really should go back."

Lan Weiwei's hand has been pinched by him all the time, Shen Yu's embrace is very warm, with a hint of plum blossom scent, that scent is like deep lovesickness, she only smelled a little bit, but was ruthlessly snatched away like this .

Shen Yu said that he was going back, and Lan Weiwei's tears fell on the clasped wrists. She couldn't explain why, maybe it wasn't about love, but about this world. The only person who said that she had brought her home .

Shen Yu wants to go back, where to go, where to go, about this tree, about the mountain temple and sacrifices, about everything, she hasn't asked clearly yet, he just wants to leave.

Maybe it's just a thought about what she didn't understand, but he is leaving.

Lan Weiwei looked at the fingers in her hand that were still warm just now, and they gradually became cold, and her heart was moist, like it was raining.

Looking up, Shen Yu was dressed like an ancient battlefield general with armor on his body, but the color of his body was getting lighter and lighter, and he was leaning against the white tree.

The tree trunk was like a sponge absorbing nutrients, frantically absorbing the blood that Shen Yu leaned on his back.

Lan Weiwei embraced his body, only to realize that at some point, Shen Yu's back had already been stabbed. This kind of knife wound had pierced all the major arteries. On the white tree, the bright blood flowed out through the thick armor.

Lan Weiwei couldn't cry at all, she stretched out her hand to block the wounds that were bleeding out, but she couldn't stop them, the bright red blood flowed out desperately, she couldn't help it at all, yes, she still had talisman paper , but when she took out her pocket again, she had already used up the talisman paper when she was hiding the Plum Blossom Soul that day.

Her throat was completely choked, how could she be so useless, how could she be so useless, Lan Weiwei patted her head like a crazy woman.

Shen Yu was already fainting on the ground, Lan Weiwei hugged Shen Yu and dragged him away from the branch, but found that she seemed to be attractive, and she moved vigorously.

Shen Yu's voice was very weak, but the blood flowing from his body still flowed in one direction, and the goal was the white tree.

Lan Weiwei was so angry that she couldn't add more, she roared loudly, mixed with tears that kept falling, and loudly reprimanded the liar.

"Shen Yu, why did you treat me like this? After you brought me back to the Shen Mansion, you just left me like this. You liar, a complete liar."

Shen Yu raised his bloody arm vigorously, stroking Lan Weiwei's tears, like a long-lost touch, looking at her, as if thinking of those past years, there was a slight look in his eyes, but it was fleeting.

(End of this chapter)