[Wen Ye＋Douluo] Human Design Delusion

Yan/Extra

"Your birthday is next month. Whatever gift you want, I will definitely give it to you!" Yan reached out and took Yuan Yi into his arms, asking him playfully.

Yuan Yi stayed in the Wuhun Palace for nearly a year and got to know them quite well, so Yan specifically inquired about the other party's birth date and found out that he would come to see someone immediately after next month because he had recently been praised by the Pope. The small treasury was filled by another [-]%.

Before he came, Yuan Yi had just finished a coaching class on evasion reflexes, and the training ground was full of rocks.

Yuan Yi broke away from Yan's arms, then squatted down and began to slowly clear away the obstacles on the ground.

"I won't celebrate my birthday..." He paused, and the two-finger-wide stone thrown into the wooden basket made a crisp sound, which seemed a bit abrupt in the short silence. "I will not celebrate my birthday from this year on, and Master also agrees. ”

Yan seemed stunned for a moment.

Yuan Yi lowered his eyes, lowered his head to pack things and couldn't see his expression. His fingertips were stained with dust. Then he went to wipe the sweat from his forehead, and immediately saw a gray mark on his face. He was a little absent-minded: "Training" It’s very busy, but it doesn’t matter if I can’t get through it.”

Yan said something else next, but Yuan Yi didn't pay attention. It was getting much darker and he should go back. Yuan Yi said goodbye to Yan and returned to his room.

The evening breeze blew, and Yuan Yi shivered, and his hair stood up when his sweat was blown by the wind.

After closing the door, the room was a little dim. Yuan Yi didn't care much. He took off his sweat-soaked training clothes, threw them into the corner, and huddled into the chair with a tired face.

He tilted his head and his eyes stayed on the training uniform, or to be precise, it fell on the embroidery on the chest.

The exclusive badge of Wuhun Palace.

His eyes deepened little by little.

"Birthday."

He repeated these two words expressionlessly, his tone light and airy, but inexplicably a little sarcastic.

Cecil's death anniversary and his birthday are both on the first day of the month. Even though they are two months apart, it is extremely ironic.And the day he awakened his martial spirit also happened to be his birthday.

Yuan Yi curled up and put his head back on his knees, and the black hair on his head fell down with his movements.

The air seemed to become obscure and thick, and the strange silence made Yuan Yi's breathing sound heavier. He opened his eyes and looked at the faintly swaying wick on the bedside. His eyes reflected the small dancing flame, flickering. Flash.

Yuan Yi slowed his breathing, exhaled deeply, dragged his tired and tired body into the wooden barrel that had been prepared in the room, the steaming water was not very hot, closed his eyes and held his breath, time passed, My chest felt tight, and my lungs felt like they were being pinched tightly, making me unable to breathe.

"Whoa-"

It wasn't until the last few seconds when he was about to suffocate that he got up. Water droplets slid down the ends of his hair. Yuan Yi covered his mouth, suppressing the itching, and coughed several times.

He smiled bitterly, "It really takes a lot of courage to commit suicide." He didn't know who he was talking to.

The deepest malice that was suppressed in his heart almost swallowed him up. Yuan Yi closed his eyes tightly and forced himself to fall into sleep, trying to escape from the scene he would see when he closed his eyes, his desperate self and the sticky and fishy smell. blood.

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Cecil's tomb is very simple, a simple tombstone with his name engraved on it, and nothing around it.

Yuan Qi was weak and Yuan Yi was young, so Wuhun Palace helped with the funeral.Originally, as a cardinal, Cecil should be buried in the Hall of Heroes, where only soul masters with the status of Bishop or above of the Hall of Spirits could rest, but Yuan Yi refused.

He said: "My father had already chosen a cemetery for himself before his death. It was on a barren mountain. He liked it there."

The barren mountain is just a small soil slope with no trees or soul beasts. It is desolate all year round, but in summer there will be some tender green grass emerging from the cracked soil. At a glance, it is full of vitality.

Hara Yi carefully pulled out the dead grass in front of the tombstone with his eyes lowered. He sat there with his head leaning on the stone monument, his eyes closed and motionless, as if he was asleep.

It was getting dark.

The wind turned cold, and the light in the gray sky quietly dispersed. Yan, who quietly followed Yuan Yi, caught up here, waited with him for a long time, and took a quiet breath.

Yuan Yi opened his eyes and silently waited for the last bit of light on the horizon to be swallowed up by darkness until it completely disappeared. He smiled.

"Father."

He leaned against the stone tablet, with the bandage on his neck exposed, and his tone revealed hope and joy that could not be concealed.

"Father, I have broken through level [-]. I seem to be even more powerful than you were when you were young."

"My mother was also very happy and praised me for a long time."

No one would give him an answer in the deserted and empty place, but the subtle movements around him would still come through.

The whistling wind, the shaking of the grass blades, and the buzzing sound of unknown mosquitoes blowing in his ears. All the unknown sounds blended together, as if the consciousness hidden between heaven and earth was answering him.

Yuan Yi was in a daze, then turned around and asked coquettishly: "You want to be my father in the next life, okay? Okay?"

Yan was not far behind him, listening to the child's words. The repeated questions at the end were scattered in the air and disappeared in the breeze. Yan pursed his lips and watched from a distance.

The child was only a few years old, and his small figure huddled up in a ball, leaning on the tombstone, lonely and lonely.

It was the first time he heard Yuan Yi speak in this tone.

The tone of voice that Yuan Yi usually speaks is very funny, because he always looks like a little adult and has a sticky nasal voice, which makes people want to laugh when he hears it.

Although she may act coquettishly or wrinkle her nose when facing herself or Hu Liena, most of the time she is innocent and innocent.

Yuan Yi's father...

Yan clenched his fist and slowly released it. He remembered him, the cardinal with the Silver Snake Spirit.

The year before last, the Wuhun Palace was attacked, and he died in that battle. His Majesty the Pope specifically ordered that he be buried with dignity.

Yan thought that one year had passed and Yuan Yi had long since recovered from the pain, but today he quietly came out with him and walked together for an hour before arriving at this barren mountain to visit his father's grave. Yan understood in his heart that the child obviously still remembered.

After Cecil's death, in Yan's opinion, Yuan Yi didn't change much.

All kinds of training took up all his free time, and he was doing it step by step under the arrangement of His Majesty the Pope, but he still dared to complain to His Majesty, act like a spoiled brat, and dare to jump on Ju Douluo's lap and roll around to make mischief.

But when Yan was trained to lose his human form, he often thought of the child from before, the little cub who would hug him and cry about the hard training.

Something has changed.

Yuan Yi's neck was wrapped in a bandage. By chance, Yan saw a trace of strangulation on the young child's delicate neck under the scattered strips of cloth. It was shocking. He wanted to rush to Mianxia immediately. asked anxiously.

But he was muttering in his mouth, staring blankly at the child with a smile on his face in front of him, not knowing what to do.

Yan stood there blankly, all he could see was the figure of the child leaning against the tombstone alone, and his whole body was desolate.

"hold on……"

Yuan Yi closed his eyes and whispered.

With his head slightly lowered, his eyes lowered, and the faint smile on the corner of his mouth, he showed a nostalgic expression.

He was wearing pure white clothes and a slightly loose cloak. His face was a little pale, and he was shivering in the gradually cooling evening.

His eyes were desolate, falling on any place without any purpose, quietly lost in thought.

The small figure almost blends into the same hazy gray screen.

Yuan Yi closed his eyes, his breathing gradually became lower, and he looked as if he was going to spend the night in this place. Yan realized this and wanted to walk over and wake him up.

The black hair stuck to the cheeks covered most of his face. The breeze blew, and the cloak on his body seemed to be blown up. It wrapped the child in the cloth in time, firmly protecting him from the cold wind, as if it was alive. .

Yan Dun stayed where he was.

Is it the wind or something else?To him, it was as if an invisible person was "guarding" the child.

Yuan Yi moved, opened his eyes and was stunned for a while.

[——Can you consider my feelings?Once you get sick, there will be an earthquake here]

Yuan Yi was stunned when he heard the words. He let out a sigh, stood up slowly, and dusted off the dust on his body.

Finally, he said softly: "I'm sorry."