《多情剑客无情剑》番外篇 上

《多情剑客无情剑》番外篇 · 第六章

思虑许久，这一章我先后写了三个版本：

第一版《月下定情许终身》，温柔圆满；

第二版《月下定情与断情》修改版，爱恨拉扯；

第三版《断脉与绝嗣》暴击版，字字诛心。

今日先为大家带来第二版·修改版，并附上英文双语，

让这份月下的情与断，跨越语言，直抵人心。

第六章：月下定情与断情（修改版）

一、木雕与阴影

书房里，李寻欢又在雕刻。

In the study, Li Xunhuan was carving again.

刀锋游走，木屑簌簌落下。

The blade moved swiftly, wood shavings falling softly.

他刻得很用力，仿佛不是在雕木头，而是在凌迟自己的记忆。

He carved with fierce intensity, as if he were not shaping wood, but flaying his own memories alive.

起初，那轮廓是林诗音——温婉、娴静，是他藏在心底多年的月光。

At first, the outline was Lin Shiyin — gentle, quiet, the moonlight he had hidden in his heart for years.

可随着脑海中“痴傻”、“残疾”、“夭折”这些字眼越来越清晰，刀下的面容竟开始扭曲。

But as words like “feeble-minded”, “crippled”, “died young” grew clearer in his mind, the face under the blade began to twist.

原本低垂的眼睑变得妖媚上挑，原本紧抿的唇线勾起一丝若有若无的冷笑。

The once-downcast eyes turned seductively upward. The once-tight lips curled into a faint, cold **ile.

那眉眼之间，竟渐渐有了林仙儿的影子。

Between those brows, the shadow of Lin Xian’er gradually emerged.

李寻欢猛地停手，看着那张既熟悉又陌生的脸，冷汗瞬间浸透了后背。

Li Xunhuan stopped abruptly. Staring at that familiar yet alien face, cold sweat soaked his back in an instant.

他颤抖着手，将那半成品用布死死盖住，仿佛那是什么见不得光的秽物。

Trembling, he covered the half-finished carving tightly with cloth, as if it were something shameful and filthy.

就在这时，门开了。

Just then, the door opened.

林晨一袭白衣站在门口，目光扫过那被盖住的木雕，神色平静：“二弟又在雕人了？”

Lin Chen stood at the doorway in white robes. His gaze swept over the covered carving, calm. “Little brother, carving someone again?”

李寻欢身体一僵，强笑道：“闲来无事，刻着玩。”

Li Xunhuan stiffened. He forced a **ile. “Just passing time, carving for fun.”

“刻的是谁？”林晨走近，不等他回答，径直掀开了那块布。

“Who is it of?” Lin Chen stepped closer. Without waiting for a reply, he lifted the cloth.

那张半人半妖的脸暴露在光天化日之下。

The half-human, half-demonic face was exposed in broad daylight.

林晨看了一眼，淡淡道：“眉宇间多了三分英气，少了七分温婉。二弟刻的，是林仙儿吧？”

Lin Chen glanced at it and spoke lightly. “Three parts heroi** in the brows, seven parts tenderness gone. You were carving Lin Xian’er, weren’t you?”

李寻欢如遭雷击，脸色瞬间惨白：“我……我不知道……我只是……”

Li Xunhuan felt as if struck by thunder. His face turned pale. “I… I don’t know… I just…”

“你只是潜意识里，渴望那种无拘无束、甚至带点堕落的放纵，而不是被道德和基因捆绑的束缚。”

“You just subconsciously crave unrestrained, even depraved indulgence, not the bondage of morality and blood ties.”

林晨将布重新盖上，声音冷得像冰，“就像你明知近亲成婚是绝路，却还在骗自己是为了‘情义’。”

Lin Chen covered the carving again, his voice cold as ice. “Just like you know close kin marriage is a dead end, yet lie to yourself it is for loyalty and affection.”

二、科学是诛心的刀

李寻欢想反驳，可喉咙像是被堵住了。

Li Xunhuan tried to refute, but his throat felt blocked.

林晨将一本泛黄的《江北临江县志》推到他面前，手指重重地点在其中一行，那墨字仿佛带着血：

Lin Chen pushed a yellowed Jiangbei Linjiang County Chronicle in front of him, pointing hard at one line, the ink characters as if stained with blood:

“三代血亲，子嗣痴傻、残疾者，十之六七。”

“Among third-degree blood relatives, six or seven out of ten children are born feeble-minded, crippled, or stillborn.”

“二弟，你看清楚。”林晨的声音不带一丝感情，“江南云州苏姓人家，表兄妹成婚，连生三子。”

“Look clearly, little brother.” Lin Chen’s voice showed no emotion. “The Su family of Yunzhou in the south: cousins married, and had three sons.”

长子三岁夭折，次子生来痴傻，二十余岁仍如三岁孩童。

The eldest died at the age of three. The second was born feeble-minded, still like a toddler in his twenties.

唯有幼子勉强健全，却也体弱多病，常年汤药不断。

Only the youngest was barely healthy, yet weak and sickly, dependent on medicine all year round.

李寻欢看着那些触目惊心的文字，胃里一阵翻江倒海。

Li Xunhuan’s stomach churned as he read those shocking words.

他仿佛看见无数个生来就口眼歪斜、手脚畸形的孩童，正对着他无声地嘲笑。

He seemed to see countless children born with distorted faces and deformed limbs, silently mocking him.

那不是别人的孩子，那是诗音的孩子，那是……他的孩子。

They were not strangers. They were Shiyin’s children. They were… his children.

“不……不可能……”李寻欢喃喃自语，整个人都在剧烈颤抖，手背上的青筋暴起。

“No… impossible…” Li Xunhuan muttered, trembling violently, veins bulging on the back of his hands.

“没有什么不可能。”林晨冷冷道，“天道有常，万物有度。”

“Nothing is impossible,” Lin Chen said coldly. “Heaven has its laws, and all things have their limits.”

血缘过近，如同良田连作，地力耗尽，所产自然不良。

Too close a blood relation is like overfarming fertile land; the soil is exhausted, and the harvest naturally fails.

你以为你是在成全‘情义’，其实你是在谋杀她的后半生，谋杀她孩子的未来。

You think you are fulfilling loyalty and love, but in truth, you are ruining her whole life and murdering her children’s future.

“哐当——”

Crash — !

李寻欢手边的茶盏摔在地上，四分五裂。

The teacup beside Li Xunhuan fell to the ground and shattered.

他猛地站起身，踉跄后退两步，扶住书架才站稳。

He stood up abruptly, staggered back two steps, and steadied himself only by holding the bookshelf.

“我从未想过这些……我从未……”他的声音嘶哑，仿佛喉咙里吞了一把沙砾。

“I never thought about this… I never…” His voice was hoarse, as if he had swallowed gravel.

“所以，我来与你说。”林晨看着他，目光如炬，“二弟若真为诗音着想，就该明白，有些爱，是放手；有些痛，是成全。”

“That is why I am telling you.” Lin Chen looked at him with sharp eyes. “If you truly care for Shiyin, you must understand: some love means letting go; some pain means setting her free.”

李寻欢闭上眼睛，深深吸了口气，再睁开时，眼中满是血丝与死灰般的绝望。

Li Xunhuan closed his eyes and took a deep breath. When he opened them again, his eyes were bloodshot, filled with ash-like despair.

“原来……不是我不愿，是……我不能。”他苦笑一声，那笑容比哭还难看，“我竟成了那个会害了她的人。”

“So… it is not that I will not. It is that I cannot.” He **iled bitterly, a **ile uglier than crying. “I have become the one who would hurt her.”

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