Young Prime Minister, a Hermit - Chapter 85
I stood there, stunned, staring at the empty house. I turned around, but saw nothing. In my mind, I cried out, "Zimo, where are you? Come out!"
There was no response. I circled around a few more times and saw Liu Cenfeng, covered in blood, weakly stand up, press a few acupoints, and struggle to sit down on the edge of the bed. I looked at him earnestly and asked, "Have you seen Zimo?"
Liu Cenfeng frowned at me, a cold smile curving his lips: "So you have this kind of ability. Was the one who possessed me just now a ghost?"
I glared at him, ignored him, and started searching the room. Under the bed, under the blankets, under the table, in the closet, I searched while cautiously saying, "Zimo, come out! I'll do whatever you say from now on. I'll help you destroy Jinyao Kingdom, please don't hide from me anymore, okay?"
"Hmm?" A deep, alluring yet weak voice echoed in the room, "Has it vanished, its soul scattered?"
"Shut up!!" I yelled, glaring at him like a madman. "Zi Mo won't disappear, he absolutely won't disappear!"
I could no longer see any expression on his face. I started calling out softly and cautiously from inside the room, "Zimo! Zimo! Stop hiding, come out! I can see you, really..."
"Lanlan! Lanlan!" Who's calling me? I shook my head, my disheveled hair flying wildly, and I could vaguely see the crimson blood on my white clothes. Suddenly, a wave of nausea rose in my chest, my blood churned, and the images swirled in my mind. Precious scenes unfolded like a scroll, then vanished without a trace.
The moon is clear, flowers fill the courtyard, and the jade palace is spotless.
A white-clad man with waist-length hair and a scholar's hat floated in the air, his brown, semi-transparent eyes fixed on me.
A look of wild joy spread across his fair, translucent face: "You really can see me!"
"My name is Han Fei, courtesy name Zimo. I was the top scholar in the thirteenth year of Jiahe in Jinyao Kingdom. My whole family was framed and died unjustly in prison. My soul has been wandering outside the Nine Heavens ever since."
He stared intently at me, as if hypnotizing me, and said in a deep voice, "I will teach you, I will help you, and before you leave, I will make you shine as brightly as Lin Yu in the court of Jin Yao Kingdom."
Clouds obscure the moon, flowers cast shadows, and a bleak autumn wind blows.
His almost transparent hand reached out and gently stroked the top of my head: "Galan, you really don't belong in this world. Besides, how can one person's spirit withstand the torment of two worlds? I can't destroy you for my own desires!"
"Lin Jialan... are you just too stupid, or are you just utterly selfish to the core? Have you never considered that the bad things you did with good intentions are beyond reproach and condemnation, and are even more hateful than premeditated malice?"
"Galan, don't be like this." His voice had never sounded so hesitant and heartbroken. He reached out his fingers to touch my face, but found he couldn't. His eyes darkened, and he said softly, "Galan, cry."
The plum blossoms remain, the lamps are as bright as day, and the moon shines full over the western tower.
He stared at me blankly, his eyes somewhat unfocused, whether from the sunlight or something else, I couldn't tell. He smiled gently, but his eyes held such sorrow and pity. His warm voice, with its double magnetism, echoed in the setting sun and among the fragrant grass: "...reborn from the ashes under the raging flames...beautiful yet painful...exquisitely beautiful...unbearably painful..."
He gave me a faint smile: "Galan, you must remember that from the beginning of this battle, every plan I laid out and every strategy I devised may not have been the best, but it was definitely the most suitable for you. You must try to observe and learn, so that even if I am not by your side one day, you can handle things on your own."
The north wind rises, leaves wither and turn yellow, a cold moon shines through the frost.
He laughed and said, "Galan, you're becoming more and more like that powerful, cold-blooded prime minister." His voice was distant.
In this fragile happiness, I heard him laugh in the air. The laughter was neither mocking nor a blessing, but rather carried a deep sadness, loneliness, and desolation, which made me shiver.
"Lin Jialan, open your eyes and look carefully! What does this Liu Cenfeng have in common with Nie Yufei, besides possessing his memories?! He is now a devil, a cold-blooded and pathological person beyond your imagination. He will never let you go just because of your childish past friendship!"
Flowers fall and wither, people grow thin and pale, the waning moon hangs like a hook.
He said softly, "Galan, I've never told you this, but I've been very happy with you this past year..."
He gently stepped back a few paces and looked at me with tender eyes: "Since you love Feng Yihan, then love him steadfastly and don't waver for anything. He... is a man worthy of your love."
His translucent fingers reached out and gently stroked my cheek in the air again and again. The slightly upturned corners of his eyes formed a soft arc, and the smile on his lips made him as clear and transparent as melting snow. He said, "Galan, after I'm gone, you have to learn to grow on your own."
He looked at me and smiled gently: "Galan, even if you say you don't care, no man can bear to watch the woman he loves being humiliated by another man."
"Galan, I'm so happy to have met you... really... so happy. Even if a thousand years were just for this one moment, I would have no regrets...Galan... I love you..."
The wild goose flies east and west, nowhere to be found.
A fierce white light emanated from the location of the blurry figure—the flames burning his soul, the torrent obliterating his existence. He couldn't be reborn because he couldn't fulfill his wish; he couldn't let go of his attachment to me because he couldn't return to the future. That lonely soul from 150 years in the future, consumed by love and hate, that lonely soul who remained silent for a thousand years without fulfilling his wish, that lonely soul who silently met and silently parted—finally, because of my foolishness and prejudice… his soul was scattered to the winds.
A feeling of fear turning to despair, despair turning to trembling, surged up. Tears flowed like a tidal wave. I shouted hoarsely many, many times, and then, finally, I realized... gone... Zimo was really gone!
"Ahhhhhhh!!" Who let out such a shrill scream? The scream echoed all the way as I burst out of the door, filled with such regret, such despair, such heart-wrenching pain!
I rushed to the edge of the cliff, the roar of the waterfall unable to drown out my hoarse shouts: "Zi Mo—! Zi Mo—! I know I was wrong, I'll never go near Liu Cenfeng again, I'll never be willful again, I don't blame you for lying to me and using me, I'll listen to whatever you say." I burst into tears, sobbing uncontrollably, "Zi Mo—! Please come back! Let's go back to the way things were, I trust you wholeheartedly, I'll never doubt you again. Please… come back, come back—!!"
How did I survive in this world? How did I grow up little by little under that person's guidance? How did I emerge from loneliness and fear? How could I forget? I never cared about Zimo's existence because it was as natural as air, never going away; I never cared about Zimo's feelings because he couldn't live without me, so I ignored him. But I never thought that such a matter of course could one day disappear... completely disappear, and no amount of tears or regret could bring him back.
"Don't leave me alone!" I slowly stopped my aimless sobbing, my eyes glazed over. I forgot the precipice ahead, forgot the roaring water in my ears, and just kept moving forward, step by step, determined to find the warmth I once knew best. "Zimo! Zimo! Don't leave me alone... in this strange world. Since you don't want to come back, then I'll go find you... I'll go... find you..."
Dreams like crystal, youth without end
Flowers fall silently, leaving a fragrance on my sleeves.
The moon shines through the window, illuminating a beautiful face.
It feels like a dream, a thousand years have passed.
Lofty ambitions, tender years
Looking back in the blink of an eye, I am saddened by my white hair.
My heart is heavy, yet my feelings are hard to let go.
My beloved in my dreams is separated by lifetimes.
Xiao Yi
2007.12.27 20:41
Chapter 59 A Thousand Years in an Instant (End)
While writing this chapter, my colleague said, "You look like you're about to cry." Although I didn't cry, I was really sad. I really hope everyone can leave lots of comments for this chapter. Thank you!
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