Chapter 6 Meng Po Soup and Wang Qing San

Su Muzhe finally practiced a peerless martial arts, ruthless and invincible.But there is only one thing: every time he exercises, unspeakable pain will surge in his heart, and he will be extremely sad. There is often a look of depression between the brows, as if there are many grievances, and the eyes are sad and miserable. The snake man asked, "Brother Su, is there anything sad?" Su Muzhe shook his head: "I don't know either, but every time I perform gong, I feel so much pain in my heart, I feel like crying." "Oh?" The snake man was very surprised. He took out a very rough and uneven mirror and said, "Let me take a look at what is in your heart?"

She photographed it for a long time, then suddenly asked: "Is Xue Bingchan sure she was smiling before taking the medicine?" Su Muzhe replied, "It's a smile." The snake man asked again: "Is there any abnormal performance?" Su Muzhe thought hard for a long time, and suddenly said: "I remembered, she seemed to shed a tear in the bowl, why do you ask this?" The snake man suddenly realized, and said: "It's no wonder. I said that you are a heartless and desireless person, and you practice the most rigid and firm martial arts. Why are your eyes full of sadness, and there is another heart in your heart?" The pearl-shaped thing turned out to be a tear from Xue Bingchan."

"A tear?" "That's right. The bowl of Wangqing powder is a heartless medicine. After taking it, it will dissipate all human emotions, emotions, anger, sorrow and joy. But Xue Bingchan shed a tear in the bowl before taking the medicine, which made her feelings disappear. Not thorough enough. And this drop of tears entered your body when you were running the small Zhoutian skill, and kept it in your heart for a long time, forming a solid crystal, just like a clam conceived a pearl, and kept it forever Come down and become a part of your skills and thoughts, every time you exercise, you will startle the nucleus of tears, release its misery and infatuation, and make you cry."

"So it's like this..." Su Muzhe groaned, and suddenly shouted, "It's Xue Bingchan who hurt me!" As soon as this remark came out, even the snake man was surprised: "Su Muzhe is truly the most ruthless and ruthless person in the world. Xue Bingchan drank Wangqing powder for you and turned into a walking dead for you to practice. Not only did you not Grateful, but blamed her for not being thorough in her sacrifice. It is a crime to be so heartless, I am afraid there will be retribution!" ... Ice Cicada Building.The general manager's office on the seventeenth floor.Xue Bingchan stood by the window, looking at the crowd at the corner of the square.

Zhuyeqing was there to play the flute.The sound of the flute is melodious and melodious, with a kind of indescribable sadness.Whenever the sound of the flute sounds, even the wind seems to be driven by the sound of the flute, swinging rhythmically from side to side. The expression of the flute is that of a human, and the posture of the wind is that of a willow.When the flute sounded, all the people who listened to the flute showed an indescribable sadness on their faces; and when the wind blew, the willow branches flew up and down as if they belonged, whirling and dancing. Today Zhuyeqing's role is to play chess in an invitational tournament.This was also called Jie Linglong in ancient times, and it was an elegant play.It is a remnant chess set up by the chess master, which seems to be unsolvable, but also seems to have infinite vitality.

The lottery note is the crystal clear jade flute.If you lose, the flute will belong to you;Therefore, there are many people who come to play chess. Obviously, Zhuyeqing's goal was only to invite the competition, not to make money. Xue Bingchan has been paying attention to this strange snake girl for a long time. She noticed that the snake person Zhuyeqing often looks up at the Bingchan Building during the intervals of performances.They were so far apart that they couldn't see each other clearly, but it felt as if their eyes had collided in the air. Whenever at this time, Xue Bingchan had some dark and bright thoughts in her heart, as if hearing the call of the distant ancestors in the howling wind, but unfortunately the memory was crushed by the ruts of the city, scattered scattered all over the ground, out of hand.

She thought, I have heard this flute sound before, where is it? There is a knock on the door.Knocking away the illusion, knocking off the sound of the flute. It was Jiajia, Bingchan's secretary, who walked in holding a bouquet of red roses: "It's from the florist, and I signed for it for you." While carefully inserting the bottle, she said enviously, "Mr. Zhong is so generous. One bunch, it's already the eighth day." "Don't talk nonsense, there is no signature on the card, how do you know it is Mr. Zhong." Although Xue Bingchan said so, she thought it was Zhong Lai in her heart.Besides him, who would have such a leisurely mood?

In today's society, it is not uncommon to send flowers to the woman you like. What is rare is that the sender never leaves his name, but always leaves a sentence on the front and back of the card. . The first day is "Blue Cloud Sky, Yellow Leaf Land." And Zhong's property is called "Yuntian Garden". Since then, Jiajia has identified Zhong Lai as the flower giver. The next day is "autumn colors in waves, cold smoke and emerald green on the waves." Next, one sentence every day, for eight days in a row, gradually formed a poem, Fan Zhongyan's "Su Muzhe".

Today, it is the last sentence: "Wine enters the heart of sorrow and turns into tears of lovesickness." But the sentence "see you in the mahjong field" is gone. This made Xue Bingchan more and more convinced that it was Zhong Lai's handwriting.Yesterday, didn't you already see him in the mahjong arena? For Zhong Lai, Bing Chan doesn't dislike him, and even admires him very much.Although Zhong's is a family business, it would be wrong to think that the successor of the company must be a dude. In fact, the real noble children must receive strict training from the day they are born, so as not to be unable to bear the responsibility of the family in the future. great cause.Therefore, they must be the best and most persevering among the descendants, otherwise, it would be impossible for them to sit on this leading position.

Zhong Lai is such a good young man with unique advantages and self-restraint. He has all the qualities and abilities to be a leader of a large enterprise. He even has the talents and conditions that men all over the world hope to have: wealth, power, and a healthy body. , a wealth of knowledge, and even a handsome appearance, what is there to regret in this world? However, probably because Zhong is too perfect, Xue Bingchan finds it boring instead. What is the feeling for someone like him?It's just an embellishment.Pursuing is just a gesture. In fact, in his heart, he has already regarded himself as something in his pocket, right?

It is because of this resistance that Bingchan has always been inseparable from Zhonglai. After fighting for more than a year, she has never been in perfect harmony as everyone guessed.Fortunately, both of them are young, so they don't think there is anything wrong with wasting time, even if it is a kind of pastime. "Wine enters into sorrow and turns into tears of lovesickness." She groaned softly, with an unspeakable sadness welling up in her heart.What kind of a poem is this? Such a beautiful and beautiful scene, but there is such a profound helplessness brewing. The luxurious executive desk in front of her and the copywriting on the table suddenly faded away like a movie set, and a fog seemed to rise in the room, everything was covered, and the theme gradually became clear from the faded background, she seemed to see a picture , is the artistic conception of "Jianjia is pale and dew is frost", the clear lake water reflects the cloud shadows, autumn leaves are gently falling, and the light smoke on the lake is flying up and swaying with the wind.A man and a woman are walking by the lake with fallen leaves, talking softly, what are they talking about?They are a couple? Bingchan believes that the woman in meditation must be herself. It is an ancient woman with tied hair and waist, with full eyes and slender fingers. She walks by the lake, holding a jade flute, and blows it gently as she walks. Melodious, it brings people back to the distant ancient times... But what about the man?Who is it?She could almost see him clearly: —his eyes were dark and deep, with a kind of cold sadness, his lips were tightly pressed, his voice was low and gloomy, and each sentence was short, as if he was impatient with the matter of speaking. Perhaps, this is because words are superfluous for a gambler, he only values ​​his hands. His hands are thin but powerful, with neatly manicured nails. Even if he just holds up a slender cup, those hands will show an unquestionable stability; once all the gambling tools pass through his hands, they will become Especially docile and obedient, but he obeys. The so-called handy, they seem to be ready to serve his hands at any time. Occasionally, his sword-drawn hand is also used for painting. Although his painting skills are not as good as his swordsmanship, they are still in a class of their own. Because his hands are steady. Hold the pen with a very steady hand, and the pictures you draw will never be too bad. Once it was raining and he had nothing to do, so he drew a seven-foot lotus for her... Lotus figure?When did I see a seven-foot splashed ink lotus? The illusion is misty and vast, like a sea market, which makes people dreamy and yearning.That Jingcui Lake, the man by the lake, the man's hand... a gambler. Xue Bingchan pondered to herself, thinking of Zhong Lai sitting at the mahjong table, she felt specious. She never thought of him as a romantic and sensual man.They met frequently socially, and had private dates for dinner a few times.The conversation is also pleasant, from astronomy to geography, from economic news to political gossip, come and go, talking and laughing.But, that's all.It's okay to eat a meal, and a cup of coffee after a meal is tolerable, but if you sit down again, you will feel tired.People in love shouldn't be like this, right?Don't those young lovers who can't wait for a minute to be used for a lifetime, don't they want to be inseparable forever? But now he suddenly became romantic, and started to play the game of sending flowers anonymously and connecting sentences into words, which surprised Xue Bingchan and was a little complacent.It's so unique, it's thoughtful. By the time the poem was complete, she guessed, the flower-giver would show up. Today is the eighth day. At this time, Jia Jia answered the phone and came in: "Manager Xue, it's Mr. Zhong Lai." There was a smile in her voice. Bingchan couldn't help but smile too, she thought she guessed right again, and sure enough, the flower-giver showed up. Zhong Lai didn't mention a word about flowers on the phone, but only said that he wanted to invite Miss Xue to dinner. "But I already have an appointment tonight." Bingchan flipped through the notepad, "I also have an appointment at noon...now? I have time now. Have coffee together? Okay. Where will you meet?...No need to pick up It’s such a hassle to go, I’ll drive there by myself.” While she was touching up her makeup, another call came in, this time it was the security guard. "Miss Xue, that Su Mu is here again. He said you asked him to come." "Oh," Xue Bingchan remembered, "I asked him to come." "Send him upstairs?" "No, let him wait in the lobby." Xue Bingchan took the special elevator downstairs and saw that Su Mu was already waiting at the rest seat in the lobby, still wearing the suit from the day of the mahjong match. Probably, he only has this suit, right?Xue Bingchan secretly laughed in her heart, but don't tell me, Su Mu in a black suit is really handsome, and that kind of innate nobility is not inferior even to Zhong Lai.That day in the arena, he sat next to Zhong Lai, calm and calm, neither humble nor overbearing, more like a nobleman.Maybe it was because of this that Xue Bingchan impulsively agreed to his request to come to Bingchan Mansion to meet? Seeing Xue Bingchan, Su Mu stood up politely. Although he tried his best to restrain himself, he still clearly showed nervousness and excitement. Xue Bingchan walked over and sat opposite him: "Please tell me, but remember, you only have three minutes." Su Mu was taken aback for a moment, and the teardrop in his heart ached again, and he couldn't help but secretly sighed "Retribution" - Su Muzhe in the previous life was so cold to Xue Bingchan, and Xue Bingchan in this life is so cold to Su Mu. Mu You is so condescending. Her pretty face was tense, her eyes were piercing, and she looked at Su Mu with a murderous look on her brows, not angry but majestic. Su Mu sighed, indeed, this is Miss Xue, the general manager of Bingchan Real Estate, not the pink-faced little maid Xue Bingchan in her previous life.He cleared his cough: "Miss Xue, do you believe that people have past and present lives?" "Do you want to talk about metaphysics or mythology?" Xue Bingchan frowned and reminded again, "Please get to the point. I will excuse you in three minutes." Su Mu sighed again, had no choice but to speak concisely and tell the story outline: "Thousands of years ago, you and I had a grudge in the previous life. I was a gambler, and you were my maidservant. Drink a bowl of Wangqingsan for me. Become ruthless and desireless, and forget everything. But your tears stay in my heart, making me restless forever. Only when you think of those things and forgive me, our grievances will end..." As he spoke, he felt that it was a fantasy. Who would believe such a ridiculous story? Xue Bingchan's expression has changed: "I knew I shouldn't waste time on you. How many times have you come to make trouble just to make up such absurd new Liaozhai with me? It's like I'm an idiot. I don't want to see you again it's your turn." "However, what I said is true, please think about it carefully, do you really have no impression?" Su Mu begged bitterly, trying his best, "You once left me a tear, so I remember everything and you forget. But you do remember, such deep feelings, such complete sacrifices, you don't really completely forget. You once said that all your mistakes, Just fall in love with me..." "The only mistake I made in my life was falling in love with you. Just because I love you, you can humiliate me, despise me, and hate me at will! Is it such an unforgivable mistake to love you?" Bingchan's tears flowed down, she clenched her fists, and said angrily, "When will I stop loving, and when will I be my own master again. I just want to find a way to abandon love and never love!" "Give up love?" Su Muzhe's heart moved, he turned around and looked at her intently, "Do you really want to forget me? If you can forget me, you will do anything?" She remained silent and looked at him deeply, with flames of love and pain burning in her eyes. He laughed and said frivolously: "It's very simple, as long as you do one thing for me, I guarantee that you will not have any troubles from now on, and you will never have to suffer because of loving me." "What's up?" "Drink this bowl of medicine for me. After drinking this bowl of medicine, you will become a heartless and desireless person, and you will no longer have to worry about any feelings." Bingchan hesitated, she wanted to forget Su Muzhe, she wanted to stop loving him, and stop suffering from loving him.However, she doesn't want to be a "non-human"!How can a "complete" person have no feelings, no love, hate, sorrow and joy, what is the difference between that and death?Although she was willing to die for Su Muzhe, she couldn't die so worthlessly! Su Muzhe saw her hesitation, and said impatiently, "Aren't you unwilling? Just say so if you don't want to. I won't force you. I never force anyone to do anything. If you don't want to , you just go away and don't let me see you again!" Bing Chan gritted her teeth, stood up and left. Walking to the door, he hesitated again, turned his head, hesitated, and lingered again. Su Muzhe seized her weakness and made the final blow: "Xue Bingchan, drink this bowl of medicine, and you will fulfill me. From now on, you don't have to worry about me anymore; and I will die because of your sacrifice." I will always remember you." Bingchan's eyes lit up: "Will you remember me, never forget me?" "Yes!" Su Muzhe said provocatively, "Drink it, this kills two birds with one stone. If you drink it, I will thank you and remember you forever. You are a woman who sacrificed for me. How could I forget you?" Woolen cloth?" Bingchan looked deeply at Su Muzhe, he spoke so frivolously and casually, she knew he had no sincerity.However, as long as he is willing to say it, she will believe it. Everything he said to her is an imperial decree. Even if he is lying to her, it is good if he is willing to lie to her. She finally lowered her head and said decisively, "Okay, I'll drink it!" The green soup is thick, smoky, and full of weirdness, which means that life is indifferent and love is cut off. Bingchan picked up the medicine bowl and gave Su Muzhe one last look, as if she wanted to look him into eternity. "Su Muzhe," she stopped calling him Young Master, and called him by his first name, "You really won't forget me?" "Won't." She smiled slightly, lowered her head, a tear fell into the bowl, splashing a circle of ripples, then raised her head again, and drank it all in one gulp. That is the deepest and purest feeling in the world, but it drips into the most ruthless medicine bowl, and cooperates with a cup of bitter juice to make this infatuated woman suffering from love happy. A bowl of Wangqingsan turned into Mengpo soup, and from then on, love and hatred between yin and yang were cut off. Xue Bingchan's past and present lives are divided into two! However, how can the love and debt in the world be teased by all living beings?In the sky, there is time in the dark. The great god is in charge of the book of life and death, and faithfully records every single stroke. The disappointment of this life, they are required to pay back in the next life, every peck and every retribution, without any loss. What Bingchan did for Su Muzhe in the previous life, Su Mu is destined to pay back double the capital with interest in this life.However, Bingchan has forgotten all the grievances and grievances between them. Except for her annoyance and contempt, she shows no mercy to Su Mu. Su Mu sighed, now, the person he would rather drink Wangqingsan is himself, he finally understands: how painful it is to remember, and how unfeeling it is to be betrayed.In vain, sadly, he asked Bingchan over and over again: "You really don't remember? In the previous life, we have experienced so many grievances and resentments, joys and sorrows, we have experienced so many lives and deaths together, do you really, don't you remember?" "What the hell are you talking about?" Bingchan took a step back impatiently, with disgust on her face, just like Su Muzhe showed her back then.She waved her hand and said to the security guard, "Take this lunatic out, and don't let him in again." The security guard agreed, and then asked, "What if he forced his way in?" "Call the police." Bingchan replied succinctly. Even the security guard was terrified: "I have already reported to the police last time. This kid has a criminal record. If I call the police again, I'm afraid he will be sentenced." Bing Chan remained expressionless, unmoved at all: "This kind of person should stay in a mental hospital, or go to jail altogether, they are not worthy of freedom at all." free!Su Mu's thoughts were all hopeless, and the words Bingchan said in the past rang in his ears: when will you stop loving, and when will you be able to be your own master again. In her previous life, Xue Bingchan had been longing for freedom, and the way to freedom was to forget love and abandon love.Now, she finally did it, but she wanted to lock him back into a painful prison, with emotional shackles, making it difficult for her to move forward.Nemesis! He lowered his head and said word by word: "Okay, I'll go, and I won't bother you again. I won't blame you for everything you did today, because I deserve it all. I owe you! I deserve it. Goodbye." He turned around and staggered away. Bing Chan didn't feel relaxed at all, instead she seemed to be missing something.What did he mean by his last words?Was there any debt between him and her?Su Mu's sad back was deeply nailed into her heart, making her seem to remember something, but she couldn't think clearly.For the first time, she had some doubts: Maybe she and Su Mu really had some past, some past that she had forgotten? She thought of the scene about "blue sky, yellow leaves", and Li Ying walking by the lake with fallen leaves in the picture. Just now, Su Mu said that they had a deep relationship in the previous life. Could it be that the man by the lake actually Could it be him?