【Xue Xiao】Charcoal incense

Xue Yang couldn't remember when he became what he is now.

He engraved every detail of the day when the finger was severed in his mind: the broken bone pierced through his flesh, before his hand was covered with layer upon layer of sword calluses, the delicate skin of a young child To be punctured easily, and under the axle become indistinguishable from the mud trampled by thousands of people.

Xue Yang cried heart-rendingly, and when the tears dried up, he retched and howled, as if he wanted to vomit out his good thoughts that had been crippled by Ling Chi.

That was also the last time Xue Yang cried.

Xue Yang used to avoid that wild dog on the street who dislikes the poor and loves the rich. They were all made of meat, and Xue Yang couldn't help it.But when the slutty beast barked at Xue Yang for no reason again, Xue Yang kicked him in half.

In the past, Xue Yang would be happy that he could earn snacks and food through his own labor.Afterwards, he set fire to the restaurant where Chang Ci'an used to stay, without blinking his eyes or frowning; as long as he wanted something in Kuizhou, it would be the money in Xue Yang's pocket. Wan Guan, he would never spend a single penny, but this thing will definitely be in his hands in the end.

Since then, only red and black remain in his world.

Xue Yang woke up leisurely, with one hand under Xiao Xingchen's head, and the other across Xiao Xingchen's body to support the canopy, acting as a human shackle.Xiao Xingchen shrunk himself into a small ball as much as possible, and he would never relax if he could be less contaminated with Xue Yang's aura. The hands clasped in front of his chest had already wiped away all the blood color due to too long time of exertion. His back was tightly against the wall of the canopy, always keeping some distance from Xue Yang.

"Are you asleep?" Xue Yang asked.

When Xiao Xingchen heard his calm breathing turn into a hoarse whisper, his body trembled, but he didn't make any more movements.

The person who asked the question had to come to answer, maybe he hadn't spoken for a long time, his fingers propped on the canopy curled up slightly, his eyes were dizzy, and the sudden laughter after that was a bit mixed: "You don't It doesn't matter what you say, when I take you to a deserted place and hide it, no one can find you, and no one else will talk to you, then I will see if you can open your mouth."

Xiao Xingchen's heart was pounding. Xue Yang carried him all the way in his sleep, running around, hearing the accent of the stall owner, he had already arrived in Baling.

Xiao Xingchen also tried to stir all the brain nerves to think at the beginning, but he couldn't figure out why Xue Yang ended up in Baling.It was a lunatic, watching the funny gestures of the puppet with relish in the stands, and when he was happy or unhappy, he stretched out his hand to break the silk thread wrapped around a puppet——

Boom, boom, boom... More than 50 puppets from Chang's family fell to the ground.

Boom, boom, boom... The puppet of Baixueguan also broke its head.

Boom, Song Lan also ended the curtain.

The instigator laughed so hard, as if he had seen a huge joke.

But one day, the audience suddenly became interested, put on a jet-black costume for himself, stepped on the stage where he had been staring at him for a long time, and tied up a piece of silk with his own hands—the other end of the silk thread was connected to Xiao Xingchen in white clothes all over his body.

The traces of his steps are irregular.

It's like what was supposed to be a short-lived whim, but when it started, it took three years.

——"He must have a purpose, and most of the past few years, he pretended to be someone else and stayed by my side to achieve this purpose."

Xiao Xingchen remembered what he had said to A-Qing.

What does this man want, what is he asking for?This is a question that Xiao Xingchen has basically given up thinking about.

"Where are you taking me?" No matter how pure the six senses are, a sage will always be defeated by curiosity mixed with fear.

It was rare for Xiao Xingchen to take the initiative to open his teeth, and it was also rare for Xue Yang to go over what he was going to say in his head:

"Find a paradise with beautiful mountains and rivers, forge a bird cage inlaid with gold silk and jade, and let you live in it. You will never escape my grasp in this life."

The bastard words were washed and rinsed in Xue Yang's mind, and when he picked them up, they turned into half-familiar bastard words, which couldn't be more pleasant.

Xiao Xingchen let go of his strength in despair: He opened his mouth, Xue Yang accepted the move, he said serious things, Xue Yang laughed.What's worse than this is that even if it sounds ridiculous like this, he can't tell the truth from the fake.Xue Yang's vulgar gags only made him feel more panicked.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he collapsed, Xue Yang seized the opportunity and hugged him up, hitting his face with his strong chest.The heart inside was thumping, exuding the rare heat of the autumn night.

Does this devil actually have a heart?

Xiao Xingchen's body was half cold, Xue Yang's slender legs were inserted into his crotch, and his arms tightly restrained his flailing arms, just like Xue Yang did when he was forced to have sex. Xiao Xingchen will never forget it until he dies.

"What are you doing? Stay away from me! I..."

"Idiot! It's so noisy!" Xue Yang's arm tightened a little more, and one palm began to slowly knead Xiao Xingchen's arm and shoulder.After the middle of the night, the body of the Taoist without spiritual protection had long since froze. Xue Yang used the warmth of his palms to warm Xiao Xingchen's torso that was so frozen that his blood was about to condense, so as to activate his muscles and bones.

Xiao Xingchen knew that he was thinking too much, his cheeks turned red and blue, and he was so depressed that he couldn't speak.

"Why, where did you think?" Xue Yang smiled and said, "What does it feel like to miss me? How thirsty I am? If you beg me, I can't..."

"Xue Yang!" Xiao Xingchen yelled, blushing, and bit his lower lip tightly, his face pale.

Xue Yang suppressed his smile a bit, "Why, don't you want to listen? Do you dare to be a gentleman?"

Daoist was so angry that he raised his head vigorously, as if he was going to stare at Xue Yang, his head hit the board of the boat with a "boom", Xiao Xingchen didn't feel the pain at all, he stumbled and wanted to reprimand Xue Yang, but Xue Yang heard this After the muffled sound, his heart skipped a beat, and he subconsciously used his palm to pad the back of Taoist's head.

"Dare to do it...it's not you, I...how do you have the face..."

"Yes, yes, I forced you to do such a nasty thing." Xue Yang snatched his words, and said in a ruffian way, "Xiao Xingchen, you say that, but do you really think so in your heart?"

With his right index finger, he made the cross in front of the Taoist heart, and said with a stern smile, "I won't ask you anymore. The mouth of a dead duck is still hard. Even if you ask a broken Taoist, the dog will not be able to spit out ivory. You just ask." Ask yourself, that wide-open-legged you—wouldn't you want to?"

That night in the bathroom, it was clearly you who found me.

Xue Yang lowered his eyes, swallowed the last sentence, and stopped smiling.

Maybe it was a grievance, Xue Yang searched his brains and found a word that he thought he would never use in his life to describe his current feelings.

The contest between him and Xiao Xingchen was clearly decided, and he won a complete victory.But he didn't have the joyful feeling of a child winning the game. On the contrary, he was very aggrieved, and the emotions hoarded in his chest were boiling, hitting his heart and bone, but he couldn't find a way to vent it.

"Uh……"

The sudden moan interrupted Xue Yang's thoughts.Before he knew it, he hugged the person in his arms tighter and tighter, so that Xiao Xingchen was covered in blood, his face turned pale, and he couldn't breathe in his throat, but he kept his mouth shut until The pain of suffocation overwhelmed the stubbornness, and finally escaped the aggrieved moan.

Xiao Xingchen's ten fingers, which were digging the wooden boards under him, were pricked with blood by wooden thorns. They were dark red in the moonlight through the cracks of the straw boat canopy, and stained on his pale fingertips, like the make-up that a poor mortician applied to a dead body.

"Smelly Taoist priest! You don't even know how to scream when you're bored!" Xue Yang let go, and Xiao Xingchen immediately took a deep breath and coughed hastily.

The young man in black got up like a snake and scorpion and shrank to the other side of the boat, shaking the boat.The Taoist couldn't get enough blood from his head, and was dizzy, but Xue Yang shook his body, trying to get up, but couldn't stabilize his body, so he fell back on his stomach suddenly, and stared at him.

"You want to die that much?" Xue Yang stiffened his neck and paused every word, his hands were still trembling slightly.If Xiao Xingchen didn't open his mouth, maybe he would really continue to strangle him unconsciously until the other party died.

Xiao Xingchen's hand dragged a few dark red marks on the wooden board, his shoulders shrugged, and his distorted voice was hoarse and stuttering: "It's better to be strangled to death by you as soon as possible..."

Xue Yang's eyes were red, he held back for a moment, and a strange sneer broke out from between his teeth, he swayed up in a bit of embarrassment, pointed at Xiao Xingchen with trembling fingers, and it took him a while to remember that the blind man couldn't see.He turned his head away, and the more he thought about it, the more ridiculous he felt: "I have worked so hard...haha..." He laughed so hard that his eyes rolled up, and the corners of his mouth almost twitched, like a lunatic who couldn't speak clearly.

What are you working so hard for?What about the eyes?

He ran from east to west, but Xiao Xingchen still wanted to escape, even at the risk of death.

Want Xiao Xingchen to thank him?No, no, it's meaningless, Xue Yang has never been thanked by anyone, he doesn't know what it's like to be thanked, and his rotten heart doesn't have the ability to feel others' gratitude.

He would say to Xiao Xingchen when something like himself was buried in the deepest part of Xiao Xingchen's body, look, can you see it?Is it more interesting than that pitch black?

Those eyes would become a shackle on Xiao Xingchen's mind, making him female, aren't all these saints like this?Once there is a reason that makes them unable to hate, even if there is only one, they will waver, unable to persuade themselves to cut off the enemy's head, they can only suffer, hesitate, and are on the verge of collapse.

Xiao Xingchen is like this, dogmatically, never disappointing Xue Yang.

That's how it's fun.

"Don't even think about running, don't even think about going anywhere..." Xue Yang muttered to himself, and picked up the bamboo pole leaning against the side of the boat with soft feet.For the past few days, things have been going well, so that he almost forgot that Xiao Xingchen already knew his identity. Just now, the Taoist priest who is used to being frustrated had a basket of cold water as a hood, and he woke up——

This is real.

Xue Yang bowed his head indifferently, and in his field of vision, there was a large group of dark figures swaying in the water, ups and downs being tossed by the waves, pushing the boat to help him move forward.

The river water is used by women to wash many miscellaneous things, and it is easy to stir up muddy foam by small movements.These foams were attached to the algae leaves that floated and sank with the current, and hit Song Lan's body one by one, making the Taoist robe that was supposed to be clean greasy and dirty.

Xue Yang touched the surface of the water with a bamboo pole, but decided not to cast the pole himself.He knelt down and watched Song Lan with great interest as he endured everything with a blank face. From time to time, his throat made a strange grunting sound unique to walking corpses, but he still had a bit of the strange look of a living person burning with anger when he was humiliated. .

Song Lan was conscious.

Of course, he was Song Lan. How could Xue Yang be willing to not seize this golden opportunity?

Xue Yang suddenly remembered something.

"Xiao Xingchen, Song is obsessed with cleanliness, right?" He sat down leaning against the edge of the canopy, his slender legs neatly stacked together, he didn't turn his head to look at Xiao Xingchen, but stared fixedly at Song The corners of Lan's mouth curled up slightly on Lan's face with bruised and purple corpse patterns.

Xiao Xingchen was shaken by the lunatic's laughter, and suddenly heard Song Lan's name, his heart skipped a beat, and he said alertly, "Why are you mentioning Zichen all of a sudden?"

Xue Yang didn't answer, he took out the oiled paper that had been filled with pancakes in the daytime from his skirt, quickly turned it over, exposing the side that was stained with shallots and oil.

Then he pasted the entire piece of oiled paper on the top of Song Lan's head, and rubbed it heavily twice, so that the only clean part of Song Lan's hair was also stained.

Xue Yang heard the strange sound in the other party's throat a little more loudly, and the smile returned to his face uncontrollably.His eyes were red, like a ghost crawling out of the underworld.

Things that are in the way, let you flop around in other gutters, just stay there, you have to appear in front of me like a mouse and mess up my good business.

Cleanliness?It's just you bastard hypocrisy!At the beginning, I just wiped my hand and looked extremely disgusted, but now, even if I put a shit basin on your Tianling cover, you can't make a sound!

Seeing Song Lan being insulted by him like this, Xue Yang felt happy.

Revenge flowed like a sluice, and the cowardice he had received from Xiao Xingchen also belonged.

Unfortunately, Xiao Xingchen couldn't see it.

Thinking this way, Xue Yang rubbed his red eyes with his cuff, sniffed his nose, took out a handkerchief from his Qiankun bag, and threw it into Xiao Xingchen's arms.

Xiao Xingchen grabbed the handkerchief reflexively and wanted to throw it away, but when he touched the soft texture of the fabric, a dazed look flashed across his face, and he still didn't throw the thing out. There is nowhere to put it.

"Wipe the blood off my hands..." Xue Yang wasn't made of iron either. He tossed Xiao Xingchen, and he was naturally consuming his vitality. It is also rare to show tiredness.

He decided not to speak yet.The crouching dragon that Jin Guangyao said is so mysterious, who knows if there will be any weird ghosts and snakes waiting for him nearby, no matter what, he still needs to save some physical strength to deal with emergencies, no matter how bad it is, he must be able to carry this Taoist priest. Run away.

Xiao Xingchen wiped the dried blood on his hands with difficulty, and wiped it everywhere, but he didn't wipe it clean. Occasionally, the dry cloth rubbed against the wound and the pain would make him frown.

Xue Yang endured it for a while, and finally couldn't stand it any longer. He snatched the handkerchief from the Taoist's hand, picked up a corner, put it in his mouth, and moistened it with saliva. Then he clasped Xiao Xingchen's dirty hand, and began to slowly wipe the edge of the wound. blood stains.

He carefully avoided the opening, in order to see clearly in the dark, he got very close, the hot air he breathed just passed through Xiao Xingchen's fingers, and it was a little damp.

No matter how venomous Xue Yang's mouth is, the actions he is doing now can be regarded as gentle.The details are so meticulous that Xue Yang himself may not have thought of it.

During that short moment of astonishment, Xiao Xingchen was so gentle that he even forgot to speak, forgot to pull his hands away.