Chapter 17

After the words came to an end, the surroundings suddenly became quiet.

The sound of rain outside came through the window, dull and depressed, and every whirl was as if it was knocking on my heart.

After Fu Tong finished saying that, he didn't say anything again, and looked down at Fu Qianyuan quietly.

After a long time, he finally heard his voice sound: "No, I actually have a lot of things to say to you, but after so many years, some things cannot be said, and some things don't know how to say them."

These are simply jokes to Fu Tong.

Fu Tong sarcastically pulled the corner of his mouth: "I don't know what to say? Then start with the ghost wooden box. The monster inside looks so similar to you. Could it be that you want to tell me that this is just an accident?"

He is talking about Canghuai.

Without the black fog and branches and leaves, the tree spirit has a 80-point appearance similar to Fu Qianyuan. From a distance, he looks almost the same person, but he is just a different momentum.

For such a tree monster, there is only one possibility of this situation.

- When he transformed, Fu Qianyuan was next to him.

Fu Tong pursed his lips, and almost at the same time, he heard Fu Qianyuan speak.

"That box... is mine, and the patterns on it were also carved by me."

"when?"

“…”

Fu Qianyuan lowered his eyes and his voice was harsh: "...1,509 years ago."

Fu Tong's fingers trembled violently.

Fu Qianyuan's voice kept silent: "One thousand five hundred and nine years ago, when I... I left, I found a piece of locust wood on the mountain to make a box. Later, many things happened, and I couldn't take care of it anymore.

Gradually, demons emerged, and they also became monsters, but these demons appeared not because of the nourishment of ghost trees, but because of the things placed inside.”

He was silent for a few seconds: "Those things are my obsession and desire."

Fu Tong didn't ask him why he said that, nor did he ask what was in the box.

In other words, since Fu Qianyuan mentioned that he had no idea what to say since 1,569 years ago.

The five flavors are mixed, it is really hard to say.

The surroundings were silent for a moment.

After a while, Fu Tong closed his eyes and his voice trembled. He asked the question word by word.

"Fu Qianyuan, why... why did you leave back then?"

In a sentence, less than ten words, but almost as soon as he finished speaking, Fu Tong's eyes turned red.

He actually didn't want to do this, it was too pricey and it looked like he had no prospects, but he couldn't help it.

Because this problem is too heavy.

Heavy enough that Fu Tong took it to wait on Longxun Mountain for 1,500 years. He did not wait for the result, nor did he forget it. Instead, he let it become a scar hidden in the deepest and softest place in his heart, without touching it.

As long as I mention it a little, it hurts.

After leaving Longxun Mountain for nine years, Fu Tong didn't mention the past for nine years. Unexpectedly, nine years later, he tore open the scar with his own hands and then put it in front of Fu Qianyuan with blood.

Fu Tong opened his eyes, his eyes were red.

Fu Qianyuan looked panicked: "Baby..."

As soon as the word was expressed, Fu Tong gritted his teeth and interrupted: "Don't talk!"

He lowered his head again and looked at Fu Qianyuan with a fierce look: "Fu Qianyuan, I will give you two choices. One is to say what you should say, the other is to remove the barrier and let me go out. From then on, you and I will return to the bridge road.

The way back is just to think that there is no such person in each other's lives."

"Impossible." Fu Qianyuan's voice almost immediately sounded, "It is impossible to return to the bridge and road. It is even more impossible to treat it as if he had never been this person."

"Then let's say it."

But Fu Qianyuan remained silent again.

For a moment, Fu Tong's eyes were so sore that they wanted to cry.

But he would not let anyone see him incompetent, standing there with his knife, without any turbulence in his voice: "Encapture, remove."

Fu Qianyuan pursed his lips: "...No."

Fu Tong said nothing, turned around and chopped down in the direction of the door. After a bang, the black knife was bounced away by the barrier, leaving a deep bone-visible scar on Fu Tong's hand.

Fu Qianyuan was shocked: "Fu Tong!"

Fu Tong ignored it and lifted the knife again. Before he could fall down this time, his wrist tightened and was held tightly by Fu Qianyuan.

Fu Tong's eyebrows and eyes were faint: "Let go."

Fu Qianyuan didn't say anything, and gently swept his hand at the place where he was cut by the knife. The wound instantly began to heal at a speed visible to the naked eye. After three seconds, there was no trace left.

After doing this, he made a mistake and spoke to Fu Tong with a serious expression: "Baby, I can't tell the reason back then, but I didn't want to leave you."

I didn't want to leave you.

Fu Tong was silent for a few seconds and suddenly laughed.

He turned around and looked at Fu Qianyuan: "Fu Qianyuan, do you know? After you left, I waited for you on Longxun Mountain for 1,500 years."

Fu Qianyuan was stunned.

Fu Tong's voice was unprecedentedly calm: "You are the destined dragon, coexisting with heaven and earth. These 1,500 years may not be anything to you, but what about me? I have been born in Qishan, and I have only been 1,700 to now.

Sixty-nine years, in these 769 years, I have been waiting for you for 1,500 years."

He looked up, and was clearly laughing, but it was even more sad than crying.

"Fu Qianyuan, I spent almost all my life waiting for you."

Fu Qianyuan's heart suddenly hurt. He raised his hand to touch Fu Tong's face, but he turned his head and avoided it.

"In the past 1,500 years, I have thought about a lot of things, wondering if I did something wrong and made you angry, and I also wondered if it was because I used to be too willful and fussy, which made you feel bored, so I don't want to continue with me.

Let's go together... I thought so much, and I always felt that it was my fault. I felt very uncomfortable and scared. There were so many monsters around Longxun Mountain that I couldn't beat. Later, I was always bullied, but I was never afraid of them.

, didn’t you just suffer a little pain? I endure it and it’s over. There is only one thing I’m afraid of, that is, you won’t come back.”

"I can only wait for you, one year, two years, three years... I haven't waited for you for 1,500 years. Until now, I haven't waited for you, but you are back, and then I don't say anything, just want to let you go

Everything is the same as before, Fu Qianyuan, why?"

Fu Tong's eyes turned red completely: "What did you think of my 1,500-year-old age? A joke?"

Fu Qianyuan's lips trembled.

But Fu Tong didn't look at him anymore, but raised his hand and pressed it against his eyes, spoke again, and his voice returned to its previous calm: "I can't do what you want, so, remove the barrier.

”

After the words fell, no response was received.

Fu Tong felt very tired and lifted the knife silently. A second before the knife fell, a slight sound came from beside him. Then, the door in front of him slowly opened.

Fu Tong lowered his eyes and walked out of the door expressionlessly. When he was about to reach the elevator entrance, he heard Fu Qianyuan's voice ringing from behind, very low and silence.

"There are some things that I don't want to tell you, but I can't."

"In those thousand and fifteen hundred years, I was actually in Longxun Mountain."

“…Meng Qi.”

As the ending sound fell, the elevator door opened with a jingle.

Fu Tong went in and closed his eyes tiredly.

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That night, Fu Tong stayed on the recliner in the studio for one night, and Guimu Box was very peaceful and had never done anything until dawn.

The next day, I woke up at about eight o'clock.

Fu Tong rubbed his shoulders and entered the bathroom. His mood was not very good and he suddenly became worse when he saw the mirror.

The person in the mirror is a bit amazing.

If you can't sleep well, just forget about dark circles, because your mood fluctuates greatly last night and your eyes are still swollen, so the visual effect is really not very good.

Fu Tong glanced at it and didn't want to continue watching. He went outside to soak in ice water with a cotton pad for more than ten minutes. It felt less obvious, so he continued to shine his mind.

At 8:40, go out.

Guimubo stayed in his hands, knowing that Fu Tong was in a bad mood, he didn't dare to speak along the way. He only spoke when he was about to enter the Longdu Building, and his voice was muffled: "Meng Qi..."

Fu Tong had no expression on his face: "Don't call me this name."

"Okay Fu Tong." Cang Huai immediately changed his words, "I want to ask, can I... really go back to Longxun Mountain?"

"Or who do you think will keep you?"

Canghuai felt a little aggrieved: "Of course I know no one stays, but those monsters have harmed many people? I must have joint and several liability. I don't have money to fine. Will those people in the Monster Bureau really let me go?
To be continued...