Their moods were unavoidably affected after the matter of the draw.

They no longer had the mood to enjoy the scenery and wasted half a day of good time.

When they dragged their slightly heavy footsteps back to Baihua Tower, it was already time to light up.

Hua Ping was humming a cheerful tune as he swept around the small building. When he heard the sound of his two masters returning, he wanted to greet them happily.

However, when he saw that they were both in low spirits, he stopped abruptly. He didn't dare to ask what happened and only said that there was hot water in the kitchen. If the two masters were tired, they could take a bath at any time.

Hua Manlou agreed and pulled Yang Muzhi back to his room.

"Muzhi …"

"Hua Manlou …"

The two of them spoke at the same time. Subconsciously, Hua Manlou made a concession. "Muzhi, you go first."

After thinking about it, Yang Muzhi finally made up his mind. "Let's do acupuncture. After the acupuncture … I have something to say to you."

It was this sentence again. When Yang Muzhi wanted to expose the relationship between the two of them, he also said that he had something to say after the acupuncture.

Only this time, Hua Manlou had a bad premonition.

Today's acupuncture was particularly slow. Yang Muzhi's fingertips wandered around Hua Manlou's upper body. It was hard to tell whether it was out of pity or attachment.

Repeating the same trick, Yang Muzhi stopped when there was one last needle near his heart.

He lowered his eyes. "Even if I don't say it, Hua Manlou, you should have some idea in your heart, right?

I'm sorry that I didn't come clean with you until today … "

Hua Manlou, who was only a foot away from him, inexplicably felt that he was very far away from his heart, as if they were at the end of the world. He couldn't bear it and shouted, "Muzhi."

Yang Muzhi smiled at him and continued, "I remember things late. I only really started to remember things when I was about five years old. The first thing I remembered was the massacre of my family.

Father, mother, wet nurse, housekeeper, and a bunch of other people, I'm the only one who survived. "His voice began to tremble as he spoke.

This kind of analysis was simply like pulling open the scabbed wounds in his heart with great effort, and bloody holding out his truest and most primitive heart for others to see.

Hua Manlou could not bear to hear this. Of course, he wanted to know more about his lover, but if he had to do it in such a tragic way, he would rather not mention the painful past.

So, Hua Manlou grabbed his hand and pulled him closer to him. "Don't say it, Muzhi. It doesn't matter if you don't tell me. I don't mind."

Yang Muzhi did not let him. He stared into Hua Manlou's eyes. Since he could not smile, he tried to smile. "I want to say it. I really want to say it. Hua Manlou, these things have been on my shoulders for a long time. They are hidden in the darkest corner of my heart. They grow crazily like weeds, ruthlessly occupying places where the light can't reach. Now that you let me say it, I can feel more relieved."

Unable to advance or retreat, Hua Manlou closed his eyes. He could not bear to look anymore, nor did he dare to look again.

So, his trembling voice sounded again. "Later, I was brought back to the Longsong Sect by my master and spent more than ten years learning literature and martial arts. That was the happiest period of my life.

When I was seventeen, the night before I finished my apprenticeship, I went to my master and begged him to tell me who had harmed my Yang family.

Unable to bear my pleading, my master sighed and told me. "

He paused for a moment, as if he didn't want Hua Manlou to see his expression. He took the initiative to turn his face away. "That was the first time the sword in my hand had seen blood. Revenge wasn't as liberating as I had imagined. Instead, it added a burden to my heart.

After a few days of absent-mindedness, I found Xiaoyan.

At that time, he was already twelve years old but still ignorant. I put all my heart and soul on him and taught him everything that my master had taught me. "

When he talked about Xiaoyan, he had a moment of joy, but only for a short moment. "After two years like this, the An Lushan Rebellion began. I took Xiaoyan to the border. Every day when I opened my eyes, we were separated by life. Every day when I closed my eyes, we were separated by death.

That period of time was really too depressing. Fortunately, Xiaoyan was with me. I told myself that Xiaoyan was behind me. I had to hold on and not fall.

Who would have thought that the first one to fall was Xiaoyan. He … "

In fact, when Yang Muzhi talked about the An Lushan Rebellion, Hua Manlou understood everything. The blue robes that he used to wear were actually clothes made in the Tang dynasty.

He often had books on the Song and Yuan Dynasties on his desk, but he never had a book about the Tang dynasty. That was because he had personally experienced everything and did not need books to tell him.

Those careful probing and conversations about the memories of his previous life all had answers. His lover, Yang Muzhi, was a person with memories of his previous life.

The person who told the story seemed to be deeply immersed in that dark memory and could not extricate himself. In his previous life, Yang Muzhi had friends all over the world. When they knew that he wanted to enter the palace for revenge, although no one stopped him on the surface, they could not help but feel pity.

"A long wind broke and the world was at peace. The peaceful days that you had hoped for for thousands of days and nights were finally settled. Why do you have to hold on to the past and not let go?

The taste of revenge is not good. Don't you know that? "

Yes, why did Yang Muzhi have to hold on to Xiaoyan's matter and not let go?

Because Xiaoyan was his family. Xiaoyan was the courage to hold on. Xiaoyan was the last light.

If he did not know that he could still do his best for the rear, Yang Muzhi would have carried out his revenge plan not long after Xiaoyan's death. After all, how could a person live without hope?

After calming himself down, Yang Muzhi continued, "Xiaoyan died on the road to the front. At that time, he was only seventeen years old. He kept asking me to take him back to the Longsong Gate to have a look, but I couldn't.

He wanted me to give him an answer, but I had no one else to answer to.

After another five years, the An Lushan Rebellion ended. I went into the palace to assassinate and avenge Xiaoyan. When I woke up, it had been nearly a thousand years. This is all that I have hidden from you. "

After saying all this, Yang Muzhi took a deep breath and looked back at Hua Manlou.

"Hua Manlou, I don't know what you will think of me if I tell you this, but I will never regret telling you this today. You are the person I chose. You have the right to know this."

With a weak smile, he continued, "If you think that we can still go on, I will pull out the needle. In the future, you can only have me in your heart.

If you think that we should stop, you can pull out the needle yourself. I will immediately take my luggage and go back to my room. "

Hua Manlou could not tell what he was feeling. It was very complicated.

He was proud to have a lover like Yang Muzhi. He was sad that his lover had such a past. He felt sorry for such a sad past.

If he could, he wanted to go through time and space to hug his lover who had always supported him.

Unfortunately, he could not do it. So he stood up and walked in front of his lover. He held his hand and placed it on the needle near his heart. "Muzhi, I will not change my promise to you until I die. Only you can live here."

Yang Muzhi's hand rarely trembled when he pulled out the needle. He squeezed out a strange smile and pulled the needle out. He tried hard to hug him.

The uneasiness, hesitation, and panic that had been plaguing him all this time were finally settled. A heart that had been exhausted for a long time finally found a quiet harbor to rest in.

Hugging him tightly, Hua Manlou tenderly kissed him behind his ear. "In the future, you have me, Muzhi. We will walk the path together."

"Hua Manlou … What did you want to say before?

I remember that you had something to say before. "

"I wanted to say that I am very happy that you took the initiative to tell me this."

His mouth said he was happy, but his heart was incomparably heavy. Of course, Yang Muzhi could hear these words that went against his heart.

He said, "Today, it was you who swapped our bamboo sticks, right?

'Fate comes naturally, the peach forest is in love, virtuous and benevolent, respectable bed'. That was clearly talking about you.

That bad stick was talking about me. Moreover, with your personality, you would not care about what was written on your stick. Only if it was my stick would you care. "

At that time, it was because of a moment of desperation that Yang Muzhi had been scared. However, this matter could not withstand careful thinking.

A sorrowful tree meets spring, a lonely boat meets a strong wind. Moving without anyone to rely on, a hundred things did not go well. Each and every event corresponded to the previous life's sufferings and difficulties. This should be Yang Muzhi's stick.

Hua Manlou clearly knew that he could only hide it for a while and not forever. However, he did not expect that Yang Muzhi would find out so quickly.

He sighed and gently stroked his back. "It's all in the past. Muzhi, let it all be in the past.

We still have a lot of time to start afresh. "

After hugging like this for a while, Yang Muzhi's turbulent past and tangled emotions calmed down. He did not know how, but he fell asleep.

Sensing the change in the breathing rate of the person in his arms, Hua Manlou gently carried him to the bed.

It was only now that he had a chance to quietly look at his face. It really was exactly as he had imagined. His fingers carefully stroked his gentle eyebrows, tall nose, and thin red lips.

Hua Manlou regretted that he had not learned how to draw because of his blindness. Otherwise, he would have transferred all of this onto paper.

Yes, before.

Actually, when he woke up this morning, Hua Manlou's eyes had already completely recovered.

It was only because Yang Muzhi had asked him why he had caught a cold that he was momentarily at a loss. He had missed the best opportunity to tell this good news to Yang Muzhi. Therefore, he wanted to tell him at a special time as a surprise.

Who knew that the first time he used this pair of eyes that could see things, he would see such a resentful stick?

Almost without thinking, Hua Manlou quickly switched the sticks of the two people. He did not want such a vicious curse to fall on Yang Muzhi.

He would rather bear such a sad fate than let Yang Muzhi experience the slightest bit of misfortune.