why don't you pass me

"Hey, Xiao Xingchen, it's already noon and you still not up?"

Xue Yang looked at the person lying in the coffin, his eyes were a little distracted.That's right, Xiao Xingchen is already dead, forced to death by him...

"Today I went to buy candy, and I ate several of them...Try and try! I didn't bully anyone, and I didn't set up a stall...Ahem, it's not sweet anyway."

Xue Yang muttered, "The candy you gave me is still delicious."

In fact, Xue Yang also met Xiao Xingchen’s grocery shopper today, and the old lady also knew the child who followed the Taoist leader every day, and asked with a smile: “You are the one who went shopping today, I haven’t seen you for a few days You guys thought they moved away! It’s just that when will the priest come? He saved my old man last time, and we haven’t thanked him well yet..."

Later, when he was walking back to Yizhuang, his steps were heavy, and he really didn't know what to do.

There is nothing left in Yizhuang, the little blind man, the priest, maltose...

In the future, no one will get up early every day to buy vegetables, add sugar, and cook for him...

But no one has forgotten that touch of whiteness, he has existed so warmly and deeply.

Xue Yang felt that he shouldn't go back to the Yizhuang, but there were still Xiao Xingchen's body, Shuanghua, and the last candy in the Yizhuang.He was walking on the road that Xiao Xingchen had been walking, looking at the people he had treated tenderly, he felt confused again.

Xiao Xingchen is really gone, gone...why is he gone!

Xue Yang read in a low voice: "Obviously you rescued me, why did you leave in the end? What happened to Xue Yang, what happened to the heinous crimes? Do I deserve to be disgusted?"

His sanity seemed to be not so clear, and his voice gradually became hoarse.

"Xiao Xingchen, tell me what should I do? What should I do, what should I do..."

"You have the ability to kill yourself, why don't you have the guts to come back to see me..."

"You protected the Chang family and paid Song Lan, why don't you let me go?"

Finally, under the cover of darkness, Xue Yang burst into tears.

The tears were as stubborn as himself, stubborn and refused to fall. A thought crossed Xue Yang's mind:

Xiao Xingchen shouldn't just die like this.

......

Xue Yang got up very early today and looks different.

Wearing Xiao Xingchen's Zhicao Daoist robe and covering his eyes with white silk, he walked to the door silently, and accidentally stumbled over the threshold...

"boom--"

"Damn it! What is tripping you, Grandpa Xue!" Xue Yang snarled as he tore off the white silk, and shut up again when he saw the threshold.

He thought to himself: "You're so stupid, it's a good thing Xiao Xingchen didn't know, otherwise he would have to laugh at me again."

Xue Yang got up and patted the dust on the Taoist robe, picked up Shuanghua that fell on the ground, wiped it with a handkerchief and walked to the courtyard.

"This is when Xiao Xingchen practiced his sword every day."

In my memory, when the Taoist Shuanghua unsheathed his sword, he would startle the vegetation around him, seeming to roll it up without hurting it at all... Xue Yang recalled every move, and his footsteps gradually followed the Taoist's footsteps.In the yizhuang, there are many white clothes, and the frost is slightly moving.

……

Back sheath.

After all, Xue Yang was used to using Jiang disaster, and he couldn't get rid of the defect of the sword in his sleeve, so he took Shuang Hua, which was a circle larger than Jiang disaster, and put it in his sleeve, and a smear of blood suddenly bloomed on the Taoist robe.

"I'm going to die, my clothes are going to die! Shuanghua, you are so excited, I will wipe you clean later!"

He didn't ask much about his blood-drenched right arm, just tapped an acupoint to stop the bleeding, then took off the Taoist robe, then washed the clothes with a depressed face, looked at the blood-red clothes and said resentfully: "Xiao Xingchen, I'm waiting for you to come back Now, I have to wash all the uncle's clothes!"

Song Lan stood quietly in the distance, watching all this...

The author has something to say:

This is the first time I’ve written an article, and when I read the article on grass and trees, I thought: what has Yangyang been doing for eight years?So there you have it.It's all complicated (and short), there is no chronological order, and it comes out as soon as you think about it.Hmm... If there is a cutie who reads my article, can you leave a comment, I want to know if anyone has seen what I wrote.