become my beauty

The moonlight is clear, the evening breeze is gentle, and the shadows of the trees are whirling.

"Second brother Lan, why are you so excited today, you even gave me a note? Is this 'after dusk'? It's really getting more and more romantic." Standing in front of the woods, Wei Wuxian shouted casually.A person slowly walked out of the shadows, the color of the clothes reflected by the moonlight was not the familiar sunny color.

Wei Wuxian frowned alertly: "Who?"

"It's me." Xue Yang smiled provocatively.

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Wei Wuxian looked at the direction Xue Yang left: "I hope I did nothing wrong."

Lan Wangji, behind him, took a step forward and stood shoulder to shoulder with him, with a serious look: "You will not make mistakes. Because I will erase the mistakes before they happen."

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Xue Yang stared at the person on the bed, watching the daylight gradually set to the west.Feeling a little thirsty, I touched the teacup, only to realize that I had finished drinking just now, grabbed the teapot, and the teapot was also empty.Sweeping all the things on the table to the ground; "Damn!" The ceramic shards were scattered all over the floor, and only the sound of slow and rapid breathing was heard in silence.

Breathing?Xue Yang turned his head, looked at the slightly moving fingertips of the person on the bed, walked over slowly, stretched out his arms to hug his neck, and said in an unpleasant voice that had never been heard before: "Daoist, Daoist... you are awake, he You didn't lie to me, you didn't lie to me..." The words were confused.The person lying down didn't know where he was, but he felt the damp heat between his neck, and instinctively raised his hand to pat the arm that "strangled" his neck: "I'm awake, don't cry."

Xue Yang was stunned for a moment, who was crying?Touching his own face, he couldn't believe it. Since he was seven years old, he has never cried, never suffered any injuries, and never died.

"Ahem, water..." I am not very familiar with the pronunciation, and my voice is a little hoarse.

Xue Yang went out to fetch water and fed him to drink slowly.Xiao Xingchen was a little puzzled by the familiarity of the other party, and asked tentatively, "... Zichen?"

"what."

The other party's lack of rebuttal made Xiao Xingchen think he guessed it right: "Zichen, have you been okay all these years?...I promised never to appear in front of you again." His embarrassment made Xue Yang feel furious. , couldn't help but remove the scarf from his eyes. "Zi Chen?"

The cloth towels fell down one by one, Xiao Xingchen saw the mess in the room, reached out and touched his eyes: "I... can I see?"

"I really don't know how I, with my rascal look, mistook you for Song Lan, a noble and honest gentleman."

Looking up, he saw the person standing beside him: "Xue Yang?!" At this moment, all his memories came back.Friends who had their tongues cut off and turned into walking corpses, villagers who were killed by mistake, A-Qing who was crying terribly... stared at the people in front of them in astonishment.He is much taller, and looks like he will always be a teenager, but also haggard, his face is covered with bruises, as if he has just been brutally beaten. "Why are you here?! Why didn't I die?!" He still remembered the icy coldness when his saber slashed across his neck and the heat when his neck veins were severed.He touched his neck, but found no scars.Struggling to get up.His strength seemed to be exhausted, and he fell down again.

"The Taoist priest doesn't seem to be able to adapt to the new body. Ah, you've already died." Resuming the indifferent state before, "This body is similar to the Taoist priest's original one, but the eyes are intact. The Daoist should be very happy."

"New body? Died?" repeated like a parrot.He staggered up and fell off the bed. If Xue Yang hadn't reached out his hand in time, he would have fallen on the fragments of the teapot.

"Why did you save me? Why did you let me live?!"

"Let you live well and see if the world is as crystal clear as you thought."

"Looking at you... a disgusting person like you is still alive and well, how can I still feel that this world is clean?" Grabbing the nearest teapot fragment, he waved it at Xue Yang who was bending over. Dodging it, Xiao Xingchen backhanded and tried his best to cut the fragments towards his neck veins.Xue Yang didn't have time to reach out to grab it, so he had to block it with his palm.

The sound of sharp edges and corners hitting metal.

"Xiao Xingchen, I lived with you in Yicheng for four years, guarded your corpse for three years, and recuperated for one year. Eight years, even the seven-year itch, should be over. To protect your body from decay, I took the ice cicada from A Yao and added my purified blood oil. Find this new body for you now. You didn’t put in effort and energy, so why do you just blame me in every possible way? Why do you just want to kill me when you wake up? Why do you want to die and live like this?" There was an angry ferocity on his face, and in a blink of an eye he shouted again: "Xiao Xingchen, Master Xing Dao..." The pitiful tone made people think that he was still an innocent and harmless boy. beg.

"What exactly do you want? Make me unable to live or die? Can't the cause and effect of the past be settled?"

"I don't know, I don't know what I want. But Xiao Xingchen, I can't let you die, I don't want to hear those words from you. Can you, can you stop appearing in my mind? Day and night , Day and night, you are covered in blood all over your face and body. I can't do anything, I can't do anything." The terrified tone is like an abandoned child.It seemed that the fierce expression just now was just the result of being dazzled.

"Unexpectedly, my death can bring your conscience back to life."

"Conscience? How could I have such a luxury? Even I don't believe it myself." Forced to help Xiao Xingchen to bed, he closed his eyes and walked out slowly.

The author has something to say:

The writer has obsessive-compulsive disorder, and it is estimated that he has to fill it into a bag even in his dreams.