Mu Jinhe felt that he would never be tempted by anyone in this life.
The great disciple of Qingqing Dao, a genius rarely seen in a thousand years, his twenty years of cultivation have made his heart as solid as a stone. It's good, the stone won't hurt.
Then he met Song Bojian.
The man was like a ball of fire, carrying a lazy smile wherever he went, and his eyebrows were designed to seduce people. He smiled at Mu Jinhe, moved closer to him, and said some unbearable words, doing so carelessly and matter-of-factly.
Mu Jinhe thought he was joking.
Later he found out that Song Bojian came with a mission. Someone behind the scenes wanted him to break his Taoist heart.
What a smart move.
But what Song Bojian didn't expect was that Mu Jinhe knew there was something wrong with him from the beginning. What I didn't expect was that the seemingly indifferent person was also using him to overcome his love crisis.
Two people with their own concerns, one pretending to be stupid and the other pretending to be blind, just got close to each other tacitly.
They all thought they were hunters.
It was later discovered that when the gunshots were fired, two people were shot at the same time.
On the day when the truth came out, Song Bojian asked him: "Did you approach me to escape the tribulation?"
Mu Jinhe said nothing.
Song Bojian smiled: "Then between us, no one should blame the other."
Then he turned and walked away.
The task was not completed because he was unwilling to do it. The superiors wanted Mu Jinhe's life, but he didn't give it. The price is evisceration, where the bones are removed one by one until the person feels no more pain.
When Mu Jinhe arrived, there was only his last breath left on the torture rack.
Song Bojian raised her hand and touched his face. Her fingertips were covered in blood, but her voice was as soft as every time she acted coquettishly before: "You're here."
Then his hand fell down and never came up again.
That night, someone saw Mu Jinhe carrying someone into the apricot blossom forest. My hair turned gray overnight and never came out again.
A hundred years later, a small town in the south of the Yangtze River, late spring.
Apricot blossoms fell all over the street.
One person stopped in the east, and another person raised his head in the west.
They looked at each other for a moment through the flying petals.
No one came forward.
No one looked back.
Just smiled slightly.
That smile was so short that others wouldn't notice it at all.
But they all know——
This smile was worth all the unsaid words in the previous life.
Intention: After a smile, we can live in separate worlds
