What to do if you think the devil is cute

"He likes me..."

Liu Kuang laughed silly.

"Trash can, you said that it would be better for me to give something for Guisha's birthday... How about I give him a hairpin too, I didn't send out the hairpin I wanted to give last time... Besides, did that person just mean to let him go?" I took the opportunity to confess?!"

The trash can seemed to have made a decision, so he gritted his teeth and said, "Liu Kuang, I have something to tell you."

"Ah? What's the matter?"

"I just received a notice last night... You will be forcibly deported to modern times in two months."

The expression on Liu Kuang's face gradually froze.

The air is quiet, only the sound of the wind blowing the leaves outside the window can be heard.

"Trash can." Liu Kuang suddenly asked slowly, "You knew that Gui Sha was never married, right?"

"……Yes."

Liu Kuang didn't speak anymore, he knew why the trash can didn't tell him.

Because nothing makes sense.

Does Guisha have a wife, and is it possible that Guisha likes him.

It doesn't make any sense.

After two months, he will leave this world.

Liu Kuang's face was already whiter than paper.

He stared blankly at the trash can, then staggered to stand up, and fell to the ground again.

The trash can looked at Liu Kuang's lost soul, and continued cruelly: "So...you decide what to do."

"Smoke." Liu Kuang's voice was hoarse.

The trash can reluctantly gave him three more cigarettes.

Liu Kuang took out the lighter from his arms.

His hands trembled slightly as he lit the fire.

One, two, three...

An orange spark flashed from the lighter, but it quickly went out.

Four times, five times, six times...

Can't light the fire.

Hold! !

Get the hell out of the fire! !

Liu Kuang spit out the smoke in his mouth, and slammed the lighter in his hand, and the earthen pot opposite made a harsh shattering sound.

Then, hugging his head, he burst into tears.

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【Luojia Pastry Room】

"Hey, why are you here again, son, I'm really sorry, our store really doesn't have what you want..."

Guisha frowned and remained silent.

The shopkeeper wiped the sweat from his forehead, and continued cautiously: "Why don't you go to another store and ask?"

Gui Sha was silent for a while, and said: "Not at all."

"That……"

Guisha raised his head and said coldly: "I said, you do it."

"What you said is really strange... If it's a moon cake, it's as big as a disc and it doesn't matter whether it can be steamed, how can it be so soft and soft? I've only seen steamed buns before, but this steamed bun How can the bun be so exquisite in shape, sweet and greasy? Not only should there be fruit on it, but candles are also placed on it... I have never seen this little thing called a cake..."

The shopkeeper repeatedly shook his head to show his refusal.

Guisha lowered his eyes and said: "I heard that your daughter was born with weak legs and could not walk. If you make what I want, I will save her."

Shopkeeper Luo was stunned for a moment when he heard this, and then shook his head with a wry smile: "It won't work, I went to Mr. Evil Doctor four years ago, he just looked at it, and left without even asking the conditions, saying that he is a doctor. It's too much trouble... I have a pity that my Luo family's cakes are famous all over the world, and I can't exchange my daughter for a pair of legs..."

Guisha didn't care to listen to his complaints, frowned, and said simply: "I'm an evil doctor, I'll treat you."

Shopkeeper Luo's eyes widened in shock.

"Tomorrow is the first day of August, so we have to make it."

This is definitely the most stressful day for Shopkeeper Luo.

He wants to make the pastry that is related to his daughter's life.

A perfect pastry he had never heard of but had to make.

And the most villainous man in the world was standing beside him, exuding an extremely oppressive aura—supervising the work.

But first, he needs a mold the size of a disc.

The evil doctor went out all morning and finally bought it back.

The first one is a sweet mooncake with a big disc.

The evil doctor tasted it and said: I am not familiar with it.

The second one is a disc-sized sweet mooncake that has been steamed for a long time.

The evil doctor tasted it, and said, "It's too long and too hard."

The third one is an oversized round steamed bun.

The evil doctor looked at it and said: The shape is wrong.

The fourth one is steamed buns placed in mooncake moulds,

The evil doctor tasted it and said: It's not sweet enough.

……

In short, the two of them stayed up all night, and the next morning, they were finally done.

Both of them looked tired.

Shopkeeper Luo felt that his hands were about to fall off, while the evil doctor ran around to buy materials, and for the six kinds of fresh fruits, he ran across three states in the second half of the night.

Fortunately, the "cake" was perfect.

When shopkeeper Luo finished packing the cake, he asked Mr. Evil Doctor, "I really don't understand why you spend such a lot of time on such a pastry, Master?"

Hearing this, the wicked doctor's lips curled up, and he said with a smile: "There was a person who said that he almost cried because he didn't eat this food on his birthday when he was a child."

Shopkeeper Luo was slightly taken aback when he heard this, and thought: I don't know which girl is so lucky to be so cared by the evil doctor.

Guisha walked out of the bakery, holding a cake box in one hand, and took out a small book from his pocket with the other.

This is the book he just discovered yesterday, and was brought back by the ghost when he was packing up.

Misty Fairy - "I Like You"

Guisha was a little nervous.

"A suitable day, a beautiful location, and when the wind happens to blow, a -- sincere confession."

"What you lack may just be the courage to say everything."

【Bibo Lake】

Guisha sat alone in the Huxin Pavilion, leaning against the pillar, his eyes fell on the crystal elbow and the cake box on the stone table.

The corners of the mouth curled up uncontrollably.

Liu Kuang must be very happy.

As long as he thought of Liu Kuang's happy expression when he saw the cake, Guisha felt that he couldn't control the expectant smile on his face at this moment.

He asked the ghost disciples to clean up the aisle leading to the Huxin Pavilion in advance.

Without the hustle and bustle of the crowd, you can hear the reeds by the lake swaying in the wind quietly, making a soft rustling sound.

A familiar figure gradually appeared in sight.

Gui Sha smiled and waved at him, Liu Kuang saw it, and walked over at a faster pace.

Looking at Liu Kuang, Guisha smiled and said, "Liu Kuang, happy birthday."

Liu Kuang looked at Guisha, and smiled with the corners of his mouth pulled: "You too...Happy birthday."

Guisha looked at Liu Kuang, and the corners of his lips curled up involuntarily: "Do you know why our birthdays are on the same day?"

Liu Kuang's heart tightened slightly.

Liu Kuang lowered his head, concealed the flickering eyes in his eyes, and said, "...why on the same day?"

"Because I don't have a birthday, you said three years ago, let your birthday be my birthday."

Guisha continued: "Three years ago you said that you must be happy on your birthday, so I have always been very happy on my birthday...Liu Kuang, I will always remember what you said..."

Guisha pushed the wooden box containing the cake on the table in front of Liu Kuang: "...and, what you said you like..."

Liu Kuang glanced at the generous box, slid his fingers up, hesitated for a moment, for some reason, he didn't open it, and said in a low voice: "Jade... It's been three years, and you still remember it..."

"Of course I remember."

The broken hair on Guisha's forehead was slowly blown up by the breeze, and there was always a smile in his eyes, which added a bit of rich color to his cold and delicate face.

His voice was very soft, with a vague smile: "Because, Liu Kuang...I like you, just like three years ago."

He repeated: "...Liu Kuang, I like you."

Liu Kuang raised his head abruptly.

The breeze picked up, the reeds by the lake rustled again, and the air was so quiet that the breathing of two people could be heard one after another.

Gui Sha's eyes were very clear, as if a lake had been cleared from the mist on the top of the mountain. Seeing that Liu Kuang didn't reply, he frowned slightly, as if he was a little nervous.

Liu Kuang looked up at Gui Sha, unable to say a word.

Guisha seemed to be getting more nervous. He shifted his eyes to look at the lake, and continued: "Liu Kuang, I know you are a little surprised now, so I will tell you this. After all, you have forgotten the original thing..."

Guisha took a deep breath, his fair ears were slowly stained red, and continued: "But I like you, that's what I like you, Bai Qingyan likes Bai Qingyang's kind of liking... just like the original way you like me kind of like..."

The air is quietly excessive.

It seemed that even the wind had stopped, and the reeds had ceased to rustle.

Liu Kuang lowered his eyes, and his eyes landed on the table casually, unable to see what kind of emotion he was feeling.

He finally spoke, his voice was a little deep, but in the quiet lake pavilion, Liu Kuang's voice was exceptionally clear and distinct.

"But I don't like you anymore."

He twitched the corner of his mouth and seemed to sneer: "Guisha, I hope you can figure out one thing. The person who likes you is the idiot three years ago, not me Liu Kuang."

"Why, is there anything that can use me now?—like three years ago?"

Gui Sha looked up at Liu Kuang, his pupils constricted, and his eyes were filled with unbelievable shock.

Liu Kuang continued: "Why, do you really think that I have forgotten, and you can just treat this incident as if it never happened? Can you continue to play with me? You said, lying on the same bed with me three years ago When you were in bed, were you calculating day by day when I could die instead of you?"

Guisha's lips trembled slightly, he clenched his fists tightly, and his voice was so soft that it could be blown away by the wind: "I don't remember the first time, the book said three times, I thought I thought it would be fine as long as it is controlled at two times." alright..."

"Forget it, I don't want to hear it." Liu Kuang interrupted him expressionlessly, "Gui Sha, I don't want to play with you anymore... I'm so fucking tired."

After Liu Kuang finished speaking, he got up and walked out.

When he was leaving, the wide sleeves accidentally caught the wooden box containing the cake on the bed, and the wooden box was thrown to the ground!

The lid was opened, and the cake inside was smashed to pieces.

Liu Kuang looked down at the large round pastry that had fallen on the ground and could barely see its original appearance. Only a few candles stuck on it seemed to tell Liu Kuang that it looked like a cake.

However, Liu Kuang just glanced lightly, turned around and left without stopping.

Guisha's eyes gradually became cold, his eyes were deep and terrifying, and there were bottomless emotions in the dark eyes, and his whole body seemed to have no temperature.

Liu Kuang's back was getting farther and farther away, and the wind blew his clothes to the ground, as if his whole body was going to float far, far away with the wind.

The cake on the ground was still at the moment it was broken.

No one will know how many years the appearance of this strange pastry has been silently remembered in one's mind, how much effort has been spent to make it, and——

What kind of happy mood was taken out by that person, and what kind of expectations did they want to send out.

Gui Sha stood up suddenly, strode up, tapped Liu Kuang's back a few times, and the young man collapsed in the next moment, and fell into Gui Sha's arms.

Gui Sha hugged Liu Kuang horizontally, and walked forward step by step.

The crowd nearby watched in amazement at this man who was as beautiful as a fairy, but with an aura like a Shura, knocked him out in public and carried him away, and involuntarily made room for him in a spacious aisle.

Guisha carried Liu Kuang to an iron shop.

His voice was also as cold as iron, with a hint of chill.

"I want a chain."

【Snippet】

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The cake fell to pieces.

Liu Kuang left without looking back.

Trash Can, dumbfounded, yelled.

"Liu Kuang! What do you mean?!"

But Liu Kuang didn't speak.

"Liu Kuang?!"

The trash can is a little anxious. It always feels that there is something wrong with Liu Kuang's demeanor. Although it always hopes that Liu Kuang can handle the relationship with Guisha well, it never expects that Liu Kuang will choose such a way when Guisha confesses. .

It was a little worried about Liu Kuang.

It suddenly heard Liu Kuang's voice, a little hoarse, as if he was about to cry.

"Trash can...he said that what happened three years ago was a misunderstanding...he didn't use me..."

"He even made me a cake..."

"Trash can...he really likes me..."

Liu Kuang's voice finally choked up:

"...I did it right?"

The trash can felt a sudden pain in his heart.

He doesn't know now, Liu Kuang heard Gui Sha say that he likes him.

In the end is more happy, or more sad.

— as someone who is about to leave.