Gu Zheluo Jiutian

Chu Zhe covered Han Sirin's eyes vigorously, he didn't want Han Sirin to see him like this at all, he was so ugly, even he himself couldn't face himself in the mirror now.He quickly winked at the old man on the side, and the latter understood what he meant with just one glance. The old man hurried over and grabbed the cotton quilt on the side and covered Han Sirin's head. He seemed to be taken aback and let go of the force in his hand Han Sirin took advantage of this opportunity to escape and ran to the back room to hide.

"What are you doing?"

Facing those cold white pupils, the old man felt a little guilty and said, "Haha, do you still remember what happened before?"

Han Sirin slowly sat up on the bed with his hands propped up, his eyes swept around the room, and after confirming that it was safe here, he let go of his strength and leaned against the wall behind him. He raised his right hand as if recalling the touch just now, yes The uncle's face immediately sank: "What happened?" He recognized it, this is Hua Tuo's residence in the underworld, and he had been here once a long time ago.

The uncle desperately wanted to explain something, but after dancing for a long time, Han Sirin's brows became tighter and tighter, "I don't understand what the old man said at all!" '.The uncle has been busy for a long time, turned around, poured himself a glass of water and sighed, it seems that he can only repeat it from the beginning: "Brother, do you still remember what you did for us in Shuixiu Village?"

After receiving the confirming look from the other party, he swallowed his saliva and continued: "I didn't expect that the power of the eye was too great, brother, your consciousness was sealed. Then, it is what you see now , we sent you to Hua Tuo, hey! Brother, why are you going!"

Before he finished speaking, Han Sirin on the bed seemed to think of something suddenly, and was about to go outside in a flash. The uncle thought that it must be something very important to him.It's just that he, who had just recovered his spiritual consciousness, couldn't gather all the strength in his whole body, so that he fell down with all his strength at the door without warning.

The teacup in the uncle’s hand fell to the ground, before he came and cared about it, he hurried over to help Han Sirin up: “Hey, brother, what are you doing, tell me what’s going on and I’ll help you do it !"

The matter of Shuixiu Village left a deep scar on the uncle's heart. He felt that it would be all because of his wrong judgment at the time. If Han Sirin hadn't been allowed to go alone at that time... This deep human relationship, at the time in Shuixiu Everyone in Xiucun owes it to him.

The uncle was held tightly by Han Sirin, that hand with strong bones turned white due to excessive force, and his eyes were bloodshot due to anger, and his consciousness was sealed? !Then why is he still able to wake up now!It seems that someone knocked on the deepest door lightly, exposing the corner that he had forgotten before without any cover.

"He, tell me where he is now?!" His excited body trembled a little, he wanted to know where that person was now, and now he wanted to simply leave after paying so much for him behind the scenes!You obviously stayed by his side until just now, where do you want to escape now?

Chu Zhe leaned against the wall of the inner room. The sound insulation here is actually very poor, and he can actually hear every movement outside.When the teacup fell to pieces, he almost couldn't restrain his desire to run out, he wanted to hug and kiss that person, he wanted to kiss every part of that person, and he wanted to stay by that person's side all the time.

But the current him, who is so ugly, doesn't have the confidence to ask Han Sirin to like him anymore, does he?

He desperately covered his mouth with both hands, forcing himself not to make a sound, listening to Han Sirin's voice outside, so close but unable to touch, the wrinkled skin on his face twitched, and the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes squeezed The tears in the cracks finally disappeared in the roots of the hair.He raised his head high, just like that night in Shuixiu's tomb, but the sadness now is different from that day.For him now, it was not Han Sirin who left him first, but he chose to give up.

Chu Zhe didn't dare to come out until Han Sirin just woke up and needed to recover and fell into a deep sleep again. This time, he just stood at the door and looked at the bed from a distance, because he was afraid that Han Sirin would suddenly open his eyes, so he didn't dare to go over.Qin Yi came in with medicine from outside. The light green potion in the bowl exuded a faint grass fragrance. This medicine was prescribed by Hua Tuo for Chu Zhe, saying that drinking it would help him now.Chu Zhe took the porcelain bowl and drank it vigorously. Speaking of which, the traditional Chinese medicine in the underworld would not be as unpleasant and bitter as the traditional Chinese medicine in the world.

Qin Yi nodded in satisfaction, but the white figure lying on the bed from the corner of his eyes couldn't help but feel depressed, he looked at Chu Zhe and said with a slightly serious tone: "You, can you go to the same place with me? "

Chu Zhe smiled slightly, just right now, he needed some other things to distract him, lest it would only make his heart sink more and more if it was all on Han Sirin, he casually picked up a piece of paper on the table The light gauze prepared for him by the uncle: "Okay, let's go."

Maybe because of the long distance, Qin Yi let Chu Zhe climb up on his back. This time Chu Zhe was not pretentious, and climbed up with a light gauze.Qin Yi carried him out of the main city and headed into the billowing dust. Chu Zhe looked back, and the Yin soldier standing at the gate of the city was still looking ahead as usual, and didn't notice any difference in him.Qin Yi seemed to be very familiar with the terrain here, and led him around several groups of patrolling Yin soldiers. Later, he seemed to hear some running water sounds, as if he had heard that sound somewhere before, Qin Yi Take him to a very wide area, there are still some human-shaped souls walking here, but their eyes are blank, and they can be seen at a glance as unowned souls that have just left their bodies.

Gradually, some red flowers began to appear on both sides, delicate and charming, blood red connected one by one.How could he not recognize where this is?He couldn't be more clear here. In his previous life, he almost never left here, didn't he? He just stood here and watched that figure come and go.

Chu Zhe hooked his lips, he was a little surprised that Qin Yi would bring him here, this place he was so familiar with yet so strange.Speaking of which, he has been here before in this life, and that was the first time he, Chu Zhe, saw Han Sirin. The first meeting between him and him in the two lifetimes was on the bank of the Wangchuan River. This world is really weird and interesting.

"Do you know, the first time I met you was here, when you were in the middle of flowers, in my eyes, the pure smile without a trace of dirt touched the deepest part of my heart just once. The soft place, do you know, with just that smile, I can wait for you for a hundred years, a thousand years, ten thousand years..."

Slightly cold fingers covered Qin Yi's eyes from behind. The low temperature gradually made Qin Yi feel at ease. The soft voice clung to his ears, and the warm breath kept hitting his eardrums. I can hear the emotion hidden in the words of the person behind me: "Thank you..." I am really grateful to you, but I am destined to not be able to repay you in the way you hoped in this life.

The wind, with a few whispers, washed away the shadows in the memory, the words I wanted to convey choked in my throat, the faint smile disappeared before the eyes of time, and I could no longer catch the invisible tail of the wind, leaving behind The only thing left is the unknown scroll in the dream.

"So, why don't you say that there is time to look old?" The uncle stood at the end of Huangquan and looked at the two people standing by the Wangchuan River in the distance. The degree of contact can't hurt the eldest brother and make his wife run away with others.

The old man folded his arms around his chest, and following the uncle’s eyes also staring at the two people in the distance, he shook his head lightly: "Didn't you say that?" It takes 20 years to use the soul to heal the consciousness, and it takes [-] years to live. False, it's just that aging is time-sensitive, and it usually returns to its original state after about seven or eight days.

The uncle froze for a moment, and pulled out a stiff smile: "Hehe, really, old fox."

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If, just living is enough,

Weeping from the moment I left,

Should I believe the tears that are about to overflow from my eyes,

Still choose to believe in the knife that is about to be inserted into the chest.

The author has something to say:

The progress of the article is now more than halfway through, and you may not know how far you can go until you have no choice.In fact, up to now, the clicks, comments and collections of articles can be said to be very poor, but I have never questioned my own ability because of these. It is not so much because of other things. The obsession with writing persists.

In the past, I have never voluntarily insisted on one thing for such a long time like now. I didn't frame my article with such high-sounding words for my dream. I just came here to say that "persistence" is a very difficult thing.Seeing that some of the other newcomers have signed contracts, and some have accumulated good popularity, a friend asked me: You have written so well, do you want to continue?

For this question I just want to say:

They have never been me, and I will never be them. What does it matter what others do to me?

I am not you and never will be you.

Wanted to say thank you for being here... really appreciate it.