Volume 5: The Mystery of Shamo Chapter 59: Years Gone, No Return
Wu Su was indeed a genuine Sha Mo wizard, or rather, Wu Su had a pair of deft hands comparable to Yan Zheng's, or even better than Yan Zheng's. His fingertips fluttered like butterflies, and soon Ying Lili's long black hair was tidied up by him.
He carefully combed her satin-like long hair into several small braids with golden ribbons hanging down, and also prepared a golden moon crown for her. The extremely gorgeous moon crown was decorated with crystal clear agate, which made her pretty little face even brighter. All this showed Wu Su's delicate mind and his doting on Yao Ji.
But when Wu Su's slender fingers grasped the thin charcoal pencil and meticulously traced the distant mountain-like lines between her brows, Ping Lili sadly discovered that she still couldn't remain calm. A strange feeling in her heart gradually melted away, like the first snow...
Wu Su's expression at this moment was so focused, his handsome and elegant face looked as warm as jade, with a faint smile on his lips. As he breathed, his warm breath lightly sprayed on her face, making her cheeks unconsciously flushed.
Oh my God, you can't play with people like this, right? First he tortured her body, and now he's testing her mind? And he's using this kind of person to test her sincerity towards Mo Yi.
This is purgatory, a living hell on earth.
Although she already had someone in her heart, and was bound to him by life and death from then on, and all her love and hate were only for that one person, but in front of such a beauty as gentle as jade, if she said she would not be distracted, it would definitely be done by a god, and Ying Lili claimed to be a mortal.
Form is emptiness, emptiness is form. Ping Lili repeated this verse in her heart. The reality that Luofu has a husband is really melancholy!
Fortunately, the other party seemed to sense her stiffness and discomfort, and quickly took the initiative to speak to break the awkward atmosphere.
"Junior sister..." He called softly, his voice low and hoarse, just as his warm and slender fingertips lightly brushed across the tip of her eyebrows. The touch was warm and cool, but it suddenly ignited a flame in her heart, which was already on the verge of exploding.
She was startled, and in a panic she raised her hand and knocked over the teacup on the table. With a clang, the cup shattered to the ground. She frantically tried to bend down to pick it up, but he gently held her shoulder: "Don't move, I'll do it."
After saying that, she leaned over and deftly picked up the broken pieces of teacup on the ground with her slender white fingers.
Ying Lili sat there stiffly, her gaze sliding along his lowered profile to the corner of his clothes, which trailed on the ground. He was still wearing the purple clothes in her memory. This touch of purple had accompanied Yao Ji's memory for five hundred years, and it had also left an indelible mark in her heart.
She lowered her head, pursed her lips and said nothing, and for the first time she looked at Yao Ji's senior brother seriously. There was no denying that Wu Su was definitely a handsome young man among a hundred when he was young.
He has a calm demeanor and a handsome face. In terms of appearance, he is not inferior to Mo Yi at all. Even compared to Long Yu, who once amazed Ying Lili, he is not inferior.
Upon closer inspection, his profile was soft and handsome, his long eyelashes cast a faint shadow under his eyes, and his thin lips were slightly pursed under his straight nose, revealing a faint and charming smile.
That touch of subtle beauty was something only Yao Ji could see; it was something that belonged exclusively to Yao Ji...
At that moment, a feeling similar to that of unwillingness suddenly arose in Yinglili's heart.
Was it because she couldn't bear to be his enemy anymore, or because she couldn't bear to deceive him anymore? Ying Lili had no answer.
Damn it! This girl is a vixen, a seductive vixen, and tears streamed down her face in her heart.
While Ying Lili was still in a daze for a moment, Wu Su had already cleaned up everything. He looked up and stood up, just in time to meet the pair of clear and watery eyes that were staring down at him. In an instant, a cluster of flames flashed in his eyes.
He was nine years old that year and she was six.
We are all at a young age.
Because he is their eldest disciple, the eldest brother of that group of girls.
He found her under a Bodhi tree . She had been crying for a long time, and she fell asleep while crying. He looked at her, curled up timidly under the tree like a lonely little rabbit, and for no reason, his heart tightened, and a feeling of pity slowly spread in his heart.
He knew that this youngest junior sister was different from the others. Those junior sisters were all from famous families in Shamo. They all had some kind of awareness of being chosen as the reincarnated spirit child and having the opportunity to become the chief wizard of Shamo, who was above thousands of people in the future. In other words, they were extremely happy. They were not like her, crying her heart out, as if she was sent to hell.
Just as he picked her up and was about to take her back to her room, she suddenly woke up from her sleep. Her red and swollen eyes stared at him for a long time, and then her mouth opened. He was shocked and thought she was going to cry loudly again. Suddenly, she spoke incoherently with her missing front teeth and leaking mouth: "Is rice fat?"
He was stunned for a long moment before realizing she was asking who he was. He gently stroked her forehead, combing the few yellow hairs on her head, and brushing off the Bodhi leaves that had fallen all over her head. He replied calmly, "I'm your senior brother. From now on, you have to call me Senior Brother Wu Su."
"Wuhuxixiong?" The name that came out of that leaky mouth nearly made him bang his head against the Bodhi tree. However, those red and swollen eyes made him indulge her without correcting her. He asked softly, "Why are you hiding here crying alone?"
"Dad and Mom, please don't let Xiaoji go. I'm alone and scared..." She choked as she expressed her grievances, but he was stunned for a long time before he realized that Xiaoji seemed to be her name.
What was her name? I remember hearing the teachers call her Yaoji.
Chicken? The corners of his mouth twitched slightly, but she opened her mouth again and burst into tears again.
At that moment, Wu Su finally believed what the ancients said, that women are made of water, and this girl was clearly made of the ocean.
He frantically tried to comfort her, patting her back, but she buried her head in his chest, rubbing her purple clothes until she burst into tears. He could only coax her softly, "Be good, don't cry, little chicken. You are not alone, don't you have your senior brother? From now on, your senior brother will always be with you and will not let anyone bully you, okay?"
"Really?" The tear-stained little face tilted upwards slightly, as if she didn't believe it. She stretched out her chubby little hand, and stared at him with her red and swollen but clear eyes: "Xi Xiong, make a pinky promise..."
When he hooked his hand with hers like he had gone mad, watched her face gradually blossom with joy, and heard her happily say with her leaky mouth: "The little chicken loves rice the most, wuhuxixiong", he knew that from then on, his life was tied to her, and he would never leave her...
Time flies, and ten years have passed in a flash.
Over the past ten years, he had always cherished her in his hands. He watched her grow up little by little, watched her transform from a yellow-haired girl into a bright and charming young woman, watched her go from a clumsy and foolish girl who knew nothing to stepping up to the most glorious position in the Shamo tribe. In his eyes, she had always been the most beautiful scenery in Shamo...
Now, is it time to bring this scenery to your window?
As soon as the thought came to his mind, the emotions that had been suppressed in his heart for many years burst out at this moment, like a river flowing into the sea, rushing endlessly!
"Yao Ji..." His voice was long and light, and the next moment he reached out and held her in his arms: "Be with me!"
This is not a question, it is an affirmative sentence.
This sentence was like a blow to the head, completely waking Ying Lili up from her drunken dream.
I am not Yao Ji, but when the words came to my lips, they were suppressed by the last bit of rationality in my heart.
I can't say it, because if I say it, there's no turning back...
"You, don't want to?" When Wu Su asked this question with difficulty, all she got was silence, a long silence. Ying Lili bit her lower lip tightly, her nails digging deeply into the palm of her hand. She was afraid that if she opened her mouth, she would not be able to help but say something she shouldn't say.
It’s not a question of willingness or not, it’s a question of inability.
Wu Su's expression froze instantly, and a trace of unconcealable sadness flashed across his eyes. His chest rose and fell slightly, as if he was suppressing his surging emotions. He endured and endured, but in the end he just closed his eyes sadly, locking the unspeakable sadness between his brows.
At that moment, all the tenderness in Yinglili's heart vanished into thin air. She wanted to reach out and smooth the sadness between his brows. She wanted to make a promise for him on behalf of Yaoji, to share joy and sorrow, life and death, and a lifetime of love and affection...
But she knew she couldn't.
Her heart had long since settled, belonging only to the man named Mo Yi, the one she was willing to pledge her life to. As for Yao Ji's heart, she couldn't control it, so she could only cruelly turn her face away, hurriedly stood up, pushed open the door, and tried to make her voice sound calm: "Brother, it's getting late, come with me to the Shamo Temple."
At that moment, she seemed to hear something clang and shatter to the ground.
What's that sound?
She didn't have an answer, nor did she want to think about it.
No one knew that after Pinglili opened the door and took that step that day, when she looked back, five hundred years had passed.
