"He Linqiu, I have never hated you." After he wrote the last line, he could no longer hold on, and fell into the snow. The sharp pain in his chest made his eyesight go black. "I hated you back then because I didn't know the truth and thought you were my brother-killer. But later I realized that you have shouldered much more than me. You sacrificed everything for me, for your brother, and for the world, including your reputation and your life."
"I owe you something that I will never be able to repay in this life." He coughed out a mouthful of blood, dyeing the white snow in front of him red, like a sad and blooming red plum. "If there is an afterlife, I don't want to be your enemy anymore, and I don't want to have hatred across the sea of blood. I want to meet you earlier, and tell you that in fact, from the moment you saved me on Gushan, my heart has already been moved."
As his consciousness gradually blurred, Xie Qingyao felt that his body was getting lighter and lighter, as if he was about to float. He took one last look at the solitary tomb without a monument, and a relieved smile appeared on his lips.
"He Linqiu, wait for me..."
Before he finished speaking, his head slowly dropped and never came up again.
The wind and snow are still there, and the lonely mountain is silent.
Next to the solitary tomb without a monument, there was a huddled figure. The black robe blended with the white snow. The tiger talisman was tightly grasped in the palm of his hand, as if he was holding the most important treasure in his life. The green bamboos in front of the grave swayed in the wind and snow, making a whimpering sound, as if they were singing the last elegy for the lovers who had transcended life and death and could not stay together after all.
Many years later, someone passed by Gushan and saw this snow-covered bamboo forest and two tombs closely linked to each other, but they did not know who the people in the tombs were, nor what unforgettable love and hatred there had been between them.
I only know that the bamboo forest is surrounded by wind and snow all year round, and it is bitingly cold. Just like that fruitless affection, it can only turn into an indelible pain in the long river of time, forever engraved in the old dream of the old capital, so cold that people dare not touch it.
Intention: He Lin Qiujia x Xie Qingyao