Sixty-sixth bowl of soup (4)

Liuli woke up in Ren Wusi's arms. When she opened her eyes, he was still asleep. She looked up at him for a while, only to find that he was a black-blue color now. I don't know how long he hadn't slept well. When this man was asleep, he was a little different from what he usually showed. Liuli was a little lost, but she seemed to see someone through this person.

She was hugged very tightly. Even if he slept with each other, Ren Wusi was still dressed neatly. He did not want to show the scars under his clothes to Liuli. He wanted to keep his appearance or to protect his heart. Only he knows.

Liuli followed his collar and touched it with her little hand.

His skin is very cold, Ren Wusi's natural body temperature is lower than that of ordinary people. He rarely sweats at any time, but it is this cold that makes Liuli feel that this man does not live in this world.

It is strange that such a cold man is so warm in his arms.

Her little hand was held by Ren Wusi before he touched the scar on Ren Wusi's chest, and then Ren Wusi slowly opened his eyes. Liuli must also admit that he has a pair of very beautiful eyes. If there is no hatred and bondage, these eyes will be fine. Can be glorious with the sun and moon in the sky.

He looked at her like a naughty child and a beloved woman. He only felt that holding her in his arms like this and not thinking about other things was what he wanted the most.

Before that, he was confused by love and did not dare to say his identity. I was afraid that Liuli would cry, but all he saw in the midnight dream was his father's blood-stained face, forcing him to take the poison of his childhood over and over again. The oath repeated it over and over again. Ren Wusi is also a human being. He was not born so hard-hearted and ruthless. On the contrary, he was extremely soft-hearted, but his fate would not allow him to be a gentle person.

If he wants revenge for the Ren family, he must abandon his love. In fact, for anyone who is carrying a sea of ​​blood and deep vengeance, such vengeance is light. If your innocent family members were beheaded for false accusations, would you hate it in your heart? Would you want to smash the enemy into pieces?

Fu Wenshan was guilty of serious crimes, and the evidence of collusion with the enemy and traitor was conclusive. Ren Wusi did not regret exposing all this. If he did not fall in love with Fu Liuli, it would be fine.

Don't be tortured by nightmares day and night, don't dare to sleep even if you are afraid of going to sleep, the faces of parents and relatives appear in front of you, asking him why he wants to keep his enemy's life.

But it's different now. The two of them are cleaned up, Liuli can't remember anything, she is now a five-year-old child, clean and spotless, how can he force himself to ruin her.

He is really tired.

Liuli looked at him quietly. She was not a talkative, but Ren Wusi's eyes were so soft and sad that she couldn't help asking him: "Does it hurt?"

Ren Wusi froze for a moment before realizing that she was talking about his injuries.

Compared with loving her, it doesn't hurt. He even hates not enough pain, if the physical pain can overwhelm the heart, then he can find the target of the transfer, and he won't be tortured like this anymore. But what to do, he loves Fu Liuli, this cannot be changed, he can't wait to turn into the air next to her, as long as he is not entangled by nightmares, he is willing to do anything.

"It doesn't hurt."

Liuli murmured, "A lie."

She insisted on reaching into Ren Wusi's clothes, but he refused to be invalid and had to be touched by her. There was no intact skin and flesh in the tentacles, but scars. Ren Wusi didn't even go to medicine in order to be painful, and let him bleed and leave scars. For him, this was his own punishment.

How bad he is to Liuli, as Ren's family, he can't stop, but as a person who admires her, he can punish himself.

"It hurts, so I am afraid of it." Liuli said softly, not knowing which one she was talking about. She also couldn't tell who she was. Sometimes she felt that she was Liuli, and sometimes she felt like a lonely soul. But according to the truth in her heart, she didn't want to hurt Ren Wusi at all. "Why don't you feel it hurts?"

She leaned forward and put her little face on his shoulder. Ren Wusi had a very good smell similar to tea, but now his body was more bloody, which faintly revealed through his clothes, entwining Liuli with him.

This is love soaked in blood, which will come to an end one day.

"I want to see."

"Liu Li." Ren Wusi held her restless little hand and coaxed in a low voice, "Don't move."

"I want to see it." Liuli was about to cry. She frowned slightly and looked pitiful, because she looked more like a child without memory. "Let me see."

Ren Wusi refused again, until her eyes were red without a word, he sighed and said, "It's ugly."

In this world, women have never been the only ones willing to please themselves. Men will also fear that they are not handsome or tall enough when they face their beloved women, and even their bodies are covered with scars, which arouses the disgust of their sweetheart, or scares her. It's all bad.

But Liuli is not afraid at all. She slowly took off Ren Wusi's clothes, revealing a strong chest, as well as the old and new scars entrenched all over his body.

Some were knife wounds, some were sword wounds, some were burned, and some wounds could not even be discerned by Liuli. When Gain Renwusi felt painful, he grabbed whatever he had on hand, and if he didn't have a weapon, he would hit his head against the wall, and he had to stop thinking because he couldn't think.

This is a curse to him.

Liuli was dumbfounded just looking at it, her eyes were still red, but tears fell unconsciously. She touched Ren Wusi's wounds, but she seemed to see herself.

The sitting lonely, because he missed and was afraid of losing control, he started to self-mutilate himself.

Every time I miss it, I leave a trace on my body. How can a person who loves cleanliness do this? If you have scars that cannot be removed, will that person still like it?

Will not.

But maybe it was because I knew in my heart that that person would not come, so it didn't matter what she was doing. She and Ren Wusi kept their dreams.

What's the difference between dreams and ideals, probably... the latter is more likely to be realized, while the former can only be a dream.

She hugged Ren Wusi's shoulders, tears dripping on his broad back, Ren Wusi was a little lost, Liuli tears were hot, she seemed to hug another herself, holding Ren Wusi tightly and never let go.

This kind of pain...

that person……

Ren Wusi was stiff like a sculpture, sitting on the bed and letting her hold her without coaxing people. He was completely dazed. Liuli hugged him for a long time before saying hoarsely, "Hungry."

He slowly returned to his senses, sorted his clothes, and smiled at her.

The smile was simple, but he hadn't smiled for a long time, and felt that it was not right to smile, weird, it shouldn't be very beautiful, so he put the smile away again, not wanting Liuli to be scared.

The subordinates brought meals over, and the colored glaze clothes were stumbling, and sometimes the fingers were clumsy and didn't know where to put them. She was a bit annoyed. She was obviously not young anymore, how could she not even do this little thing?

In the end, Ren Wusi helped her get dressed, then took her to the table and took care of her like a baby.

But Liuli is not a child after all, so she can eat on her own in a while. Ren Wusi did not leave her after eating. He did nothing, and sat quietly looking at her. He stared at what she did. Liuli touched the pipa placed aside-in fact, she didn't have it in her heart. What I want to touch is that Pipa seems to be calling her, and seems to have something to say to her.

Seeing her playing the pipa there, Ren Wusi asked softly, "Does Liuli still play the pipa?"

Liuli was dazed, and said, "I don't know either."

He said so, but his fingers shook the strings.

The tune is deeply engraved in her soul, even if she forgets everything, when her fingers are placed on the strings, it will naturally flow out.

Ren Wusi closed his eyes, and as the piano sounded quietly, he gradually fell asleep, and Liuli gradually became sober.

The bones clank, the strings whispered slightly, and the other shore flower in her eyes slowly came alive, and finally Liuli's fingers stopped on the last note, and the pipa finally recovered its former snow white and translucent, like a living thing.

She is not an ordinary ghost, and she has Pipa as her companion. The medicine can interfere for a while, but it is only a matter of time when she thinks of it.

Liuli raised his head and looked at Ren Wusi. I don't know when he fell asleep, and he couldn't hear his breathing. If he could not see the slight ups and downs of his chest, it would be a dead body.

But for Ren Wusi, there is no difference between being alive and dead. The reason why he is still alive is entirely for Liuli.

He wanted to spend ordinary days with Liuli, working at sunrise and resting at sunset, working hard every day to make money, and then handed over all the silver and copper plates to his virtuous little wife, wearing clothes sewn by the little wife stitch by stitch and eating. It's the meal cooked by the little wife. After a few years of marriage, they have a few children, and the family is harmonious and Meimei, that's enough.

He didn't ask for much, but he was never satisfied.

"I'm a little like him." Liuli whispered to Pipa.

Pipa didn't understand or didn't understand, and moved a little, the strings floated and touched her delicate cheeks, as if comforting.

"But we are different."

Liuli loves Ren Wusi, and Ren Wusi also loves Liuli. She is different from Ren Wusi. She has less than Ren Wusi.

If Ren Wusi could reach the Naihe Bridge after his death and could not satisfy his obsession, he would definitely jump off Wangchuan. There is the home of all heartbroken ghosts, where there is only pain, no love, no memories.