Daily life of soul-suppressing husband and wife

Jiang...Ziwen? !

Both Jiang and Gui were taken aback by the name that suddenly appeared in their minds.The ghost face came back to his senses first, and hurriedly glanced at Jiang Yunfeng who was still wandering, turned and left in a hurry.Jiang Yunyun Kai Suanfeng looked at the contrasting figure that was drifting away, his eagle-like phoenix eyes slightly half-closed.Afterwards, his expression returned to the same calmness as before, he took out a cigarette from the cigarette case and bit it between his lips, then found a leeward place to light the cigarette, and took a deep breath until his chest was a little stuffy, He took another breath.

After more than an hour, Mrs. Lin, who was sweeping the floor, looked at the cigarette butts all over the floor and was depressed—do young people nowadays use cigarettes to relieve their worries?

Ghost Face returned to the so-called "home" in the world - an unfinished building.Although Shen Wei didn't take him back, he is still a "prisoner" after all, and he doesn't dare to act too arrogantly. As for the time in the aquarium, it was all because he was bored, missed his brother, and wanted to Becoming a demon, that's all.But he never calculated that the occurrence of this incident would make him meet "him".

What a headache...

Although there are a lot of scattered memories, but if you want to force recall, you still have a splitting headache.But his ghost face is the master who is not afraid of pain. What really makes him forget is Xiao Se, who is full of bones and blood flowing in rivers in his memory, and that person... said on his deathbed: "Shame... let go..."

let go...

Ghost face covered his left flank and slowly squatted down, his nose sore uncontrollably.Even though thousands of years have passed, even if there are thousands of mountains and rivers between them, the reluctance and heartache can still enter his soul unimpeded.He gritted his teeth and desperately suppressed the leaked mana due to extreme emotional turmoil, with grief and indignation in his heart—what kind of person told him to let go...God?How cruel he must be.A "let go" in exchange for a thousand years of loneliness...

Daqing struggled to open his eyes in the darkness: "Water".

A glass of water was brought from outside the iron fence.

"What about him?" Daqing asked without raising his eyelids, as if the other party and himself both knew who "he" was.Yet it is true.

"The patriarch is in the world."

"Human world?" Daqing was in a daze. Didn't Fu Liangyi who was a thousand years ago hated the human world the most?Who on earth has the ability to keep him in the world. "Who is he with?" Even though he knew that he was not qualified to ask this question as a prisoner, he still couldn't help asking.

Unexpectedly, the guard answered him, with a bit of pride in his tone, "It's a man surnamed Jiang."

ginger?

Daqing's first reaction was to think of Jiang Yunfeng, whom he met some time ago.

That person—broad shoulders, narrow waist, long legs, no matter how delicate his facial features are, it can't conceal the arrogance in his bones—Da Qing thought that Fu Liang's aesthetics would not be good.He thought that Fu Liang liked... the young ones more.

Daqing looked down at the reflection of himself as a boy in the water in the cup, and there was a bit of bitterness in his mouth.

Sure enough, people are fickle.

He drank the water silently, then fell into the haystack in the corner, and slowly closed his eyes.

However, at this moment, Daqing Xinnian was cooking for another man in the kitchen wearing an apron.

"Fu Liangyi, I'm out of cigarettes." Jiang Yunfeng swung his long hand and threw the empty cigarette case on the coffee table in front of the sofa.

In the kitchen, oil was burning in the pot, Fu Liangyi didn't hear his words clearly, only knew that the other party was talking.

Fu Liangyi put down the spatula and hurried out, asking, "What's the matter?"

"Smoke, no more."

Fu Liangyi frowned when he heard this: "How much did you smoke today?!"

Jiang Yunfeng lay down on the sofa behind him indifferently: "Forgot."

Fu Liang was silent for a moment: "Understood."

Jiang Yunfeng lay down for a while, feeling a little bored, so he took out his phone again.

As soon as the screen was unlocked, the phone number of "Shen Wei" came into view.

It has been three days since the last time the two met.

Jiang Yunfeng tapped his finger on the edge of the screen, then turned his fingertip slightly to dial the number.

In the unfinished building, a faint beam of light flickered silently.

Ghost Face was annoyed by that ghost, and he wanted to hang it up when he picked it up, but when he saw the other party's name, he obviously hesitated.

To take, or not to take?

As his memory increased, he became more and more confused about this man.

In the entanglement, the call was forced to end due to the length of time.Ghost Face looked at the room that had returned to darkness, feeling strange in his heart.

He sighed, ready to turn over and fall asleep again.

At the same time, the phone screen turned on again.

Ghost Mian sat up abruptly, and pressed the green button without hesitation.

The man's deep and sexy voice came from the other end of the electronic device: "Are you asleep?"

"Not yet, what's the matter?"

"Yeah. Tomorrow night... can I come out for a drink?"

"can."

"Okay. Then... I hang up?"

"OK Bye Bye."

Something seemed different in the darkness of the unfinished building.

Tomorrow night...

The ghost face looked at Yinyue, and subconsciously raised its slightly thin lips.

"Who are you calling?" Fu Liangyi put the dishes on the table: "So happy?"

"A friend." Jiang Yunfeng put down his phone and walked towards the restaurant.

"friend?"

"Well, a long time ago."

"Zhao Chu, are you busy?" Wang Zheng on the other end of the phone asked cautiously, for fear that he, like Comrade Xiao Guo, would ruin her boss's good business.

Zhao Yunlan just took a shower and was sitting on the bedside waiting for Shen Wei to wipe his head. "No busy, say."

"...Is the deputy director at your house? I haven't seen him come to the office for a long time."

"Daqing? He's not here. He went to Lao Li's house to steal dried fish."

"No. I just asked Lao Li just now, and he said that he hasn't seen the deputy for a long time."

Zhao Yunlan was silent for a while: "I will deal with this matter, don't worry about it, just work hard." Zhao Yunlan hung up the phone and turned to look at Shen Wei who was holding a handkerchief: "Daughter-in-law, our love holiday may end early gone."

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The first spring rain.

Two men in plain clothes walked through the streets and alleys.

In the deep alleys, there are women hawkers who are angry about the apricot blossoms of the social order of unimpeded foreign exchange due to extreme emotional turmoil. In the study room, there are scholars wielding brushes and ink. In the clear window, a girl cooks tea and wine. Inside the city wall, there are horses following people. And go.

The young man turned around to block the man, all envious: "It turns out that the scene at the bottom of the mountain is like this!"

The man smiled and rubbed the boy's hair: "If you like it, I will bring you here often in the future."

"Really? In the mountains?"

"Things in the mountains can be dealt with at any time." But I don't have that long time with you.The man bent down and put the money bag in the boy's hand: "Buy whatever you like."

Ghost Face woke up from his dream, took out his phone and checked the time—it was time to find him.

"Come on, sit down." Jiang Yunfeng chose a bar, where the environment is quite leisurely.

Ghost Mian sat down and ordered wine, then went to see each other.

Jiang Yunfeng seemed to have gotten used to his probing eyes, and smiled back indifferently.

If it was a white plain robe, the hair would be longer and tied up, and the manner would be more elegant...Ghost Face was thinking silently in his heart, and almost made a conclusion—about Jiang Yunfeng.

With his chin propped on his ghost face, he tilted his head and smiled at Jiang Yunfeng: "Shall I introduce a topic?"

"what?"

"Myth." The ghost's face was smiling but not a smile: "Thousands of years ago, a myth in ancient times."

Jiang Yunfeng's complexion changed slightly, and he said, "I don't know much about that."

The ghost face smiled evilly: "It's okay, I know a lot, I can tell you."

Jiang Yunfeng had no choice but to nod: "OK."

"Later, the little ghost king—that is, the later black robe made him follow Kunlun. In the vast ghost world, I was helpless for a moment, standing alone..."

"Kunlun borrowed fire from the ghost clan for Shen Wei..."

"Excuse me?" Jiang Yunfeng, who had been silent all this time, suddenly asked.

"En. Excuse me. What's the matter? What did I say wrong?" Gui Mian's heart moved slightly, and he asked eagerly.

Although Jiang Yunfeng shook his head, his complexion was not very good: "Go on."

"That was the first time someone was willing to lend a helping hand to me since my brother left." Guimian looked straight into the distance, deep in his eyes reflecting the old appearance of Kunlun back then: "Since then, I think I should like on him."

Under the tablecloth, Jiang Yunfeng clenched his fists - he himself didn't understand why he was feeling stuck at the moment, maybe it was because of the recent dream that affected his mood.

"However," Guimian withdrew his eyes, stared quietly at the man sitting in front of him, and said lightly, "I met a god—the god of creation—Zhong Shan."

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"Daqing, Daqing, I thought you could hold on a little longer."

"I won't give you the ones from Zhao Chu and Professor Shen. The ones with ghost faces are my bottom line." Daqing had already made up his mind that once he escaped from the cat clan, he would immediately let Zhao Yunlan and the others go to protect the ghost faces—but he didn't know The ghost face has left the natural barrier-the dark room, and has come to the human world.

Fu Liangyi briefly glanced at the message first, his pupils shrank sharply, turned around and left Daqing, and rushed to the world.

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"Your Majesty, it's snowing, let's go back."

"..." Wei Qinghe rested his left hand on the cold railing.The eyes that used to be clear and clean have now become endless, cold and deep gray like a bottomless dry well.

"Emperor" Jing Jiu whispered carefully.

Wei Qinghe rubbed between his brows, his hoarse voice was full of exhaustion: "Sorry, Jing Jiu, what did you just say?" Jing Jiu sighed softly and said, "Go back. It's snowing."

Wei Qinghe raised his chin slightly, faced the sky, and muttered: "It's snowing...he fell in the snow..." After a long time, Wei Qinghe came back to his senses.He put the black carved silver narrow jacket legs on Jing Jiu's back: "Don't catch a cold." At some point, Wei Qinghe silently accepted Jing Jiu's existence, and taking care of the young man in front of him seemed to be a matter of course ——Jing Jiu looks too much like that person.Nose, eyes, lips... Except for height and temperament, there is no difference between the two.Every time he sees Jing Jiu, Wei Qinghe feels that everything is back to his youth—he plays the piano and composes poems, he dances the sword and looks at the moon; under the peach blossom tree, he stands with him and beats him, but he never smiles Never had an annoyance.

"Jing Rong, I... miss you..."

At night, Wei Qinghe had a dream. The dream was very long, and it was his own memory.