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His life is like floating, his death is like resting. Living in this world is empty and uncertain, so we call life "floating life"
——The floating life is over, but the fleeting years are not over yet (from Zhuangzi)
According to legend, there are three sacred objects in the world:
One is the Zhichen Sword and the Evil-circling Sword of the Second Young Master Su Lu.
The second is the Nalan Jade lost by the saint of Xueyi Sect.
The third one is the young master of Moyan Villa—Yan Yichen's Jade Linglong.
That is a piano, a peerless piano, with continuous string sound that makes people intoxicated without even realizing it. But how many people know that it is the real life-threatening Sanskrit sound? When he kills, he is always silent. What he wanted to say was all in the sound of the piano.
The world calls him cold-hearted and unfeeling, but he accepts it indifferently because no one understands him. The only person who understands him is Yu Linglong, the piano who has the same silent heart as him. He is never happy or sad. His life is as quiet as still water, but often dark and turbulent. People in the world call him Mr. Jade.
He has no feelings, let alone heart. Life in front of him is just a moving creature. He opened his clear and clean eyes and watched them begging for him indifferently. He did not feel sad or guilty. He didn't like blood, not at all. No matter how many people he kills, the blood will not splash on him, and there is not even a trace of blood smell on him.
How can such a person understand sadness? They said.
His sadness was never seen by anyone. They don't understand that people who don't understand sadness are actually the saddest.
Between heaven and earth, heaven and earth, even the man who caused him pain and pain did not understand him. After the man turned around, he never looked at him again, and he smiled as he watched the man leave.
He closed his eyes and knelt in front of the cliff, dripping his heart's blood on the Nalan jade, and finally the corners of his lips twitched slightly.
After this night, there will no longer be Ruyu Gongzi, nor will there be Moyan Villa. These will all become ashes blown away by the wind.
Laughing and crying, it doesn't hurt at all, it doesn't hurt...
Even if I die, I will leave the deepest and most painful mark in your heart.
I was hurt, hurt, and tired, but finally I laughed, even if I was scarred, I was happy with it.
He is still Yan Yichen.
Looking back in this life and smiling in the next life.
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