Chapter 169: One Thought Kills Love
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Song Weichen felt like a privacy voyeur, Sang Pu's life was exposed in front of her eyes without any obstruction.
Looking at her distracted, I thought to myself that in this life, I must not leave any traces of my past life on anyone behind me, otherwise I will be dragged out one day like Sang Pu now. "Appearance".
However, the Mirror of the Past does not show every detail of a person's life. It seems to have certain selection criteria - just like things that have left traces on the cerebral cortex will appear. Song Weichen is actually It was because this mirror was forcibly "focusing" on her.
In this key point, at least 60% of Sang Pu's memory imprint is related to Mo Tingfeng.
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In addition to those that Song Weichen had repeatedly dreamed about before, there were also some details that she had never dreamed about or had not noticed before.
For example, Sang Pu was obviously a self-proclaimed person who never kept the things in the house, but he took everything Mo Tingfeng gave her, even a note card or a flower. She carefully collected it in a brocade bag, which she placed at the head of her bed, where she slept with her pillow every day.
For example, she wrote him a letter that she never handed over, in which she thought about their lives after they left. The letter was extremely long, and Sang Pu wrote it intermittently for several days. Originally, he wanted to She gave it to him after the "Tianzhi Minggui Festival", but on the long night when she agreed to marry Uncle Guo as his concubine, she and the cut-up clothes were burned to ashes.
Another example is the day she spent "being a man for a day" with him. At the headquarters of the Mo family, he was practicing swordplay in the courtyard and she followed him. When she was tired, she nestled aside and wrote a sentence on the ground with a small branch: I am willing to indulge. No need for salvation.
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Of course some memories may have nothing to do with him, maybe.
In the month when Sang Pu was about to marry into her uncle's house, she suffered from insomnia and headache all day long. One day, the doctor prescribed a decoction that contained poppy. Sang Pu drank the medicine and seemed drunk in the room. Talking nonsense.
She said that if there was an afterlife, she would be a piece of grass and dust, which could rise with the wind and stop when the wind stopped, always accompanying her.
She said that if there was an afterlife, she would be the afterglow of the bright and cold moon, because the bright moon and the clear breeze were the most suitable.
She said that if there was an afterlife, she would be a breath of fresh air between heaven and earth, singing harmoniously with the wind, and always be quiet.
She also said that there should be no afterlife, because death occurs when we are born, and there is no wind or thought at that time.
It is clear that he is not mentioned in every sentence, but it is him every word.
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The light in the bronze mirror gradually dimmed until it disappeared, but Song Weichen couldn't see his face in the bronze mirror.
She didn't know what her expression was now, nor what expression she should make.
If people rely on the pain of separation to judge the depth of love, then Sang Pu's love for Mo Tingfeng is a cliff that will never bottom out.
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Knock knock.
There was a knock on the door. Song Weichen thought it was Sadhuashan and Zhuang Yuheng, so he quickly stopped and opened the door.
Unexpectedly, it was Ji Baishou standing outside the door.
"Ji... Sir, why are you here?"
"I am a martial artist. I am used to being rough on weekdays. Love and hate are very simple. Since Hua Fan likes you, I can only Aiwujiwu. She said that she sensed that the Yixi Water in your body had expired, and that everything must have ended. She asked me to come over and take a look. The main point is to apologize to you alone - why did I scare you just now? "
As he spoke, Ji Bai went into the room and sat down on his own. Song Weichen had no choice but to follow him and stood aside a little cautiously.
"Master Ji, you didn't do anything to me. It's not even scary, let alone apologetic. Sister Huafan is speaking harshly."
She took a step outside and said, "Shall we go find them?"
Ji Baishou looked a little impatient, but he still pointed to the plum blossom stool opposite him and motioned for Song Weichen to sit down.
"Well, since the painting fan said so, I have to pretend to care about you, otherwise it will be difficult to explain tonight, so sit here."
Song Weichen sat down unwillingly. In the past, to be honest, she didn't like her predecessor Si Chen very much, but her current Si Chen was more popular.
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Neither of the two took the initiative to speak, and the atmosphere was a bit awkward for a while. Song Weichen had to lower his head and play with the straps of his clothes seriously.
"The painting fan said that Sang Pu was your previous life?" In the end, Ji Baishou took the initiative to start the conversation.
Song Weichen nodded in agreement.
“Did you know that Sang Pu is the woman that Ting Feng has loved and searched for for thousands of years?”
Song Weichen nodded in agreement.
"Did you know that the mark of the previous life can only be eliminated by fulfilling the wish with the person who made the wish? The person who made the mark in Sangpu is Ting Feng, right."
Song Weichen nodded in agreement.
“So now you know what Sang Pu’s ‘wish to form a seal’ is?”
Song Weichen nodded.
"I want to fly far away with him, and have a group of children with him."
Ji Bai was noncommittal. His wish was reasonable but nothing new. To put it bluntly, it was just the common behavior of a long-term lover.
"Oh, by the way, Hua Fan may order you to call me Master Ji, which seems a bit awkward."
He snorted, obviously reluctant, "I'm better than you. I don’t know how many years older I am, much older than Ting Feng. It’s really awkward for you to call me brother. You can call me uncle from now on.”
Huh? uncle? The corners of Song Weichen's mouth twitched, thinking, "If I call you a weirdo, do you dare to agree?"
"Uncle Ji." She called awkwardly. Ji Baishou looked indifferent, he didn't care anyway.
Feeling that after talking for so long, we should be able to do business, he stood up, patted his clothes and prepared to leave. Song Weichen wanted to run away faster than him, but Ji Baishou seemed to have remembered something. Suddenly paused.
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“Wait.”
His expression was very strange, "I remember that Ting Feng set a love-killing ban for himself. How could he be with your bridal chamber and your children? You can't solve the mark of your past life."
"Who wants to follow him? Bridal flower...what! He set a love-killing ban for himself?"
Song Weichen vaguely recalled that when she first arrived at Si Chen's house, there was this word in it. The prohibition was unusually vicious, and she seemed to have left a word of admonishment in the corner of the page.
"Yes, he has a love-killing restraint on him. He can no longer be moved by love. The more deeply he falls in love, the more serious the attack will be. The restraint will backfire and kill him."
Song Weichen thought of him several times. Vomiting blood in front of her, remembering Zhuang Yuheng reminding him to take medicine from time to time, and the scattered golden sand substances in the Marrow Cleansing Hall and Wuqing Residence at that time, she thought it was caused by his hidden illness and internal injuries.
"Uncle Ji, when you talk about backlash and dispersion, does it mean that you will vomit blood and have something like gold sand scattered on your body?"
"Have you seen it?"
Ji Bai frowned. Wrinkle, "That golden sand substance is a precursor to the dissipation of power. If all of it is dissipated, he will become a disabled person. By then, the meridians will go retrograde and it will be difficult for the gods to save him."
Song Weichen was a little unsteady, touched a chair and sat down.
So every time he gets close to him, he suffers huge backlash? Even if the pain is excruciating, even if it backfires on him, he still stays by his side without hesitation?
Why is he so stupid...
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Seeing her lost expression, Ji Baishou was at a loss and wanted to leave but felt it was wrong.
"Song Weichen, did I say the wrong thing? Since Ting Feng kept it from you, he definitely didn't want you to worry about him if he found out."
"Uncle Ji, the love-killing restraint can be broken ”
Song Weichen suddenly looked at Ji Baishou like a drowning man seeing a lifeguard.
"You have also been Si Chen. You must be an extremely powerful person. You must have a solution, right?!"
Ji Baishou was in a dilemma. How could he know the solution? It's not like we can just say it to death - if this little girl keeps crying because of this, he will have to walk around the Sad Painting Fan without food.
"I'll go and find out, okay? Whether it's the Upper Realm or the Sleeping Realm, I promise to help you find out the solution to this restriction immediately."
"But you pretend not to know about this. Is that okay? Unless Ting Feng or someone else tells you, you didn’t hear it from me anyway, okay? Especially, you can’t let Sister Hua Fan know that it’s me who talks too much..."
Song Weichen came back to her senses amidst Ji Baishou's chatter, and she made a decision.
"Uncle Ji, I promise you not to tell Sister Huashan, but you also promise me not to tell others about Sang Pu's true wish to form a seal, okay?"
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Song Weichen couldn't remember what happened next. She kept thinking about the love-killing restraint in her mind.
I only know that she followed Zhuang Yuheng and stayed with Beihuashan and Ji Baishou for a long time. Beihuashan held her hand and never let go. Shirdi let them return.
"Wei Wei, have you not found Sang Pu's wish to form a seal?"
She was in a bad state after reading Sang Pu's memory. Although she smiled and responded with everyone, she was clearly in a trance. , Zhuang Yuheng is as careful as his hair, so how could he not know it?
"I found it, but the amount of information is a bit large. I'm weighing the pros and cons." She forced a smile.
“Tell me and listen.”
Zhuang Yuheng saw her expression was different and felt more nervous than she was.
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"The word love hurts others and hurts oneself. Sang Pu only wants to cut off the love and never fall in love with anyone again."
Song Weichen told a lie to Zhuang Yuheng.
If she told the truth, Mo Tingfeng would definitely help her decipher the seal even if he died because of this. If he died because of this, she would feel guilty all day long and be unable to survive.
If it is destined that the mark of her past life cannot be solved, then she can at least do something to keep Mo Tingfeng at a distance from herself and avoid the pain of backlash.
Song Weichen felt miserable in his heart, but he couldn't show it on his face. It was a real test of his acting skills.
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"Is this really Sang Pu's wish to form a seal?"
Zhuang Yuheng looked at him carefully. Although Song Weichen felt guilty, his face looked extremely determined.
“You never want to live without love.”
Zhuang Yuheng's expression was a little strange, "Of course I know what your temper is. If you live like that, you would rather die."
Song Weichen nodded like garlic.
"That's right! So you don't have to decipher this mark."
"Am I going to live like a stone, or should I die like a living person?"
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"Where I come from, there was a great writer named Shakespeare who has passed away. He wrote a sentence: To be or not to be, that's the question. It means, to live or not to be, that's the question. That's really a big question. …The reason why I keep wandering is because of contradictions and trade-offs.”
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“No, Weiwei, you are lying.”