Beautiful junior brother always wants to soften my heart

"Your name is Ah Zhou." Mu Heng squatted down in front of him, curling up his lips and showing a soft smile, "Can you give me your hand?"

Su Zhou looked at the woman behind him, and seeing her nodding, he stretched out his hand and let the man explore his spiritual roots.

"It's feasible. His spiritual power is quite special. Even if he doesn't cast spells, his pupils won't show red. Sealing part of the spirit foundation should be able to suppress the characteristics of Momei," Mu Heng paused again and straightened up. Looking at the woman, "Just in this way, his memory will also be sealed."

"It's okay." The woman nodded.

"What... what's going on?" Su Zhou subconsciously sensed something was wrong.

"This is Guo'er...that is, your mother's last wish. She wants you to live again with everything related to Momei," the woman comforted him softly, stroking the top of his head. The court's pursuit can live in the sun in an upright manner."

Su Zhou looked at her confusedly, "Will I even forget An Zi?"

"Well," the woman nodded lightly but uncompromisingly, "you have to forget about him."

The bang sound came from behind them, Su Zhou turned his head, and saw Yan An standing there blankly, the wooden barrel hit the muddy ground at his feet, spun around twice, half full of water spilled The ground was soaked with a corner of clothes.

"Sorry, ma'am." Xiaoman picked up Yan'an's overturned bucket, and said apologetically to the woman, "He suddenly wanted to come back before the water was finished, and I couldn't stop him..."

Yan An's eye circles turned red immediately, and he almost cried and threw himself into his mother's arms, "Why did brother Azhou forget us? Wouldn't it be good to let him go with our Guangsha? Our Guangsha sheltered him so much. Duo Momei left the clan land, and he was the only one left..."

The woman's nose was sore from his shouting, but she kept silent, and could only silently pat his back that was up and down due to sobbing.

Su Zhou stood there watching them.He knew in his heart that he was different from Mo Mei who his wife had barely saved. His father was involved in leaking secrets during the battle between humans and demons, and the Holy Pavilion pursued them relentlessly.Madam took so many people to hide in Tibet, and she couldn't protect herself, so taking him with her was undoubtedly equivalent to taking a **** with her.

There is no other way.

"I agree." Su Zhou turned around and said word by word to Mu Heng.

He bites his words very hard, as if he wants to engrave these three words in his flesh and blood, together with those hidden friendships hidden in his heart, he tries his best to engrave them in the present that can be touched.

"Brother Ah Zhou..." Yan An's eyes widened, tears dripped from his slender eyelashes, and fell on the lotus-colored skirt of his clothes.

"That's good." Mu Heng glanced at the young child in surprise, and said to the woman, "Ma'am, it's not too late, let's prepare the formation immediately."

"Thank you." The woman saluted him slowly.

Su Zhou didn't know where this man came from, but he could see clearly that this man was not a demon, and he should have taken a great risk to appear here at this time.

Su Zhou sat under a tree beside him and waited quietly for them to set up the formation. While waiting, Yan An kept sitting beside him sobbing, and Xiao Man was so annoyed by his crying that he hid away long ago.

"Anzi." Su Zhou pulled out the cuff he was clutching, "What word do you like?"

Yan An looked at him sobbing, not quite understanding what he meant.

"Your current name is definitely not usable," Su Zhou wiped his wet cheeks, "So I want to give you a new name, so that I can find you later."

"Will brother Ah Zhou still remember me?" Yan An sniffed.

"Well... Maybe not, but maybe I can remember a name." Su Zhou said, "What do you like?"

"I like brother Ah Zhou!"

"I didn't ask this..." Su Zhou sighed helplessly, picked up a branch, tapped it on the ground, and wrote down his current name.

"The word 'yan' means the same thing as 'yue'. If you put 'yue' and 'an' together..." Su Zhou wrote and drew on the ground, "Look, it's 'Yan'."

"Yan...what do you mean?"

"Heqing Haiyan means peace in the world. I hope that the days of hiding in Tibet will pass away soon." Su Zhou said softly, "How about this surname?"

Yan An nodded, "I listen to Brother Azhou."

"Don't keep listening to me, boy, do you have your own opinions?" Su Zhou smiled and nodded his forehead, "You think of the name yourself."

"Hmm..." Yan An frowned in distress, and Su Zhou was amused by his hard-thinking.

"Why are you trying so hard here?" He rubbed Yan An's frowned eyebrows, "It's really impossible, look around or on your body for something that you find pleasing to the eye."

Yan An touched his whole body, only found a piece of jade with a hole in it, and said distressedly, "I used to like this piece of jade, but now it's all broken."

"A ring without a circle is Jue, Yu Jue, Yan Jue..." Su Zhou muttered, "Well, it's not bad, so it's called this?"

"I listen to Brother Azhou."

Su Zhou laughed again, "I won't be around anymore, who do you listen to?"

"..." Yan'an became visibly depressed.

Su Zhou rubbed his hair, and his words were bitter, "I forgot so many things, I might be confused, Anzi, you have to live well, I don't know if you will remember it in the future, But now I..."

I like you now.

Suddenly, someone grabbed his hand, and the unfinished words froze on his lips.Yan An suddenly moved closer to his body, and the warm fragrance of orchids filled his arms.

"I will look for you." Yan An looked at him almost stubbornly, like a handsome but upright deer, "If you forget me, then I will let you remember it again, if you are confused , then I will be responsible for pulling you back."

"I will definitely find you."

Su Zhou was startled, then smiled relievedly, "Okay, I'll wait for you."

……

The tenderness was fleeting, the light and shadow were dim, and the fire-like red filled his vision. The pain from the spirit base made him have to curl up. Perhaps the pain stimulated his brain, and his hearing was very clear.

"No, I still need a medicine. I can't seal his spirit foundation!" It was a man's voice.

"Then what should I do?" This was the woman's anxious voice, "If this continues, his spirit base will be destroyed!"

"I need something that can mark in his spiritual base, is there anything..." The man pressed his temple angrily.

"Is this ok?"

It was the voice of a little boy.

"An Zi? An Zi, you are..."

Hearing the familiar name, he opened his eyes and looked at the fair boy in the lotus-colored clothes holding a pine lotus in his hand.

……

And Tilian.

Bingdilian was planted at that time.

It was Yan Jue's Bingdi lotus that sealed his spirit foundation, and sealed his half-body blood as a demon.

Why is the memory that belongs to Bing Dilian so clear, as if it is an imprint in the mind, every curve of the lines is so clear.

Qin Suzhou gradually woke up from the long memories, and subconsciously touched the red mole on the back of his neck, which was scorchingly hot.

--hot?

— Can he feel the heat?

The cool wind blew past, and the burnt smell of grass and trees patted his hot body stickily, gradually clearing up his altar.

There was a strange feeling in the spiritual base, very sad and painful, but it was not the kind of pain that could be felt by the skin and flesh, it was more like a kind of suffocation of extreme sadness, deep depression of sorrow.

"Senior brother...don't kill anyone again...you promised me..."

A voice that was too weak to resemble his came from behind, Qin Suzhou turned around, and his generous and warm body fell head-on.

"I know, I know, I stop, I stop immediately!" Qin Suzhou, who had regained his clarity, had already contained the spiritual flow released during the chaos, but the burning fire would not be extinguished because of his stop, it would keep dancing Go down until the last log is burned.

——Just like the current Yan Jue, who won't be warmed by his embrace, his spirit foundation is bleeding until the last drop of blood from his whole body is drained, until his life is exhausted.

Qin Suzhou panicked, knowing it was useless, but he still used his hand to plug the wound on Yan Jue's lower abdomen.The scalding blood burst out continuously from the wound, like the tide breaking down the embankment, smashing his last ridiculous hopes and expectations into pieces.

"Yan Jue... Yan Jue, don't scare me, what's wrong with you, Yan Jue..."

Yan Jue lay on the knee pillow that he had been coveting not long ago, smiled with the corners of his mouth pulled up, and slowly raised his hand.The trembling fingertips slid across Qin Suzhou's cheeks, across his recovered but sad black eyes, and touched the back of his neck, caressing slightly.

The scorching heat had completely disappeared, and Qin Suzhou was stunned for a moment before realizing where the sadness from the spirit base just now came from.

——That was Yan Jue's sadness.

——He detonated Bing Tilian, using the pain accumulated by love to wake him up.

"Are you crazy?" Qin Suzhou's nails were deeply embedded in his bloody palm.His eyes were full of Tara lying in a pool of blood, and he didn't dare to put Yan Jue in. His vision had long been blurred by the water, and together with the moonlight, they became light and shadows.

Yan Jue nodded with a smile, her blood-spattered peach blossom eyes were bent, and under the frosty moon, she was as beautiful as a rose with a broken root, and it was still as bright red as it was on the verge of withering.

I exerted some force on the fingertips on the back of his neck, and the strength of Qi Ruoyousi was not enough to press Qin Suzhou down, but he still bent down obediently.

Yan Jue opened his mouth, his mouth was full of blood, his chapped lips brushed across his, and finally stopped by his ear.

"sorry."

sorry?

What are you sorry for me?

Where is it your turn to say this? !

Qin Suzhou was angry and anxious, his heart throbbing with pain, he hugged his still body tightly, tears fell from the corners of his closed eyes, and fell on the smoky ground after the fire.

The author has something to say: Congratulations to Xiaoyan for receiving the bento (not

But finally the misunderstanding has been solved. Congratulations, congratulations