After being reborn through the book, the apprentice becomes black and clings to the master's up

Qi Yufan took people to the street to buy some snacks and walked around for a long time.

Qi Yufan held dried fruits and candied fruits in his hands. Although they tasted tasteless to him, they couldn't stop him from being greedy. In the end, all Ye Nanchen took were his things.

When it got dark, the two entered Xingnan Village. The doors of every house were closed, the lights were on, laughter and laughter could be heard, the sounds of dogs and chickens barking, and the chirping of insects resonated.

The leaves cast a shadow under the light of the moon, and the leaves swayed with the wind, looming under the cover of the leaves.

The spring water flows gurglingly, and the river channel is filled with sparkling waves, like fish scales, reflecting the moon.

On the path, the figures of people walking side by side lengthened.

Under the lights of thousands of houses, there is only one house with no light, as if no one lives in it. It stands alone in the darkness, and it looks even more lonely when illuminated by the surrounding lights.

Ye Nanchen pushed open the creaking fence and walked in under the moonlight. Looking at the familiar yard and furnishings, a sour feeling filled his nose.

He touched the stone table covered with dust. He remembered that it was polished by his brother himself. He often sat on the stone table, waiting for his brother to come back. The old trees in the yard were still full of life, with a few pieces of autumn leaves falling. Fallen leaves, swings tied to thick branches.

The swing reflected the boy's shadow: "Brother, push it faster."

Someone smiled and said, "Okay, hold on tight and fly."

The working tools are placed under the old tree, and the wooden barrel is hung on the well rope. The color of the wooden barrel has faded and cannot be seen as it is.

Opening the closed door of the main room, the room has been dark and humid without sunlight all year round. The walls are peeling off, uneven, and covered with a thick layer of dust.

There were no warm lights, no slapstick laughter, and no one called him Achen and Adi affectionately. There was no smell of human smoke in the cold and dark room, only endless sadness.

Qi Yufan lit a spiritual fire, lighting up the room and reflecting Ye Nanchen's thoughts and sorrow.

He didn't know how to comfort the current person, so he had to leave the spirit fire and let him stay alone and go out by himself.

Ye Nanchen looked at the wavy drum on the table, the graffiti on the wall, the damaged tables and chairs, the worn books, and the leaking eaves, all of which were his beautiful memories.

He picked up the wave drum and shook it, and the wave drum made a banging sound, as if he could go back to the past, to the time when his relatives were all there.

Qi Yufan sat on the tree trunk in the courtyard, listening to the silence and rustling leaves, and looked up at the moon.

There was also sadness in his expression.

He also missed his family. His parents were divorced and considered him a stumbling block to his happiness. Neither of them was willing to raise him, so the court had to award it to his elderly grandparents. After raising him for a year, his grandparents died one after another, leaving him alone. Relatives avoid him like a scorpion. He is alone and helpless. He earns his own tuition and living expenses and works hard to support his life. He will always be alone.

Sometimes he would sit alone on the balcony, looking at the distant full moon, thinking about why he was born in this world.

Being rejected, alienated, and verbally abused by his relatives made him a gloomy person who didn't like to smile.

What are relatives? They talk sweetly and compete to please you when you are prosperous; when you are down, they stay thousands of miles away and kick you away. They never care about other people's feelings and only have your own interests in mind. Are they relatives? It's just a cash machine, sucking your blood and eating your flesh.

This is the most ridiculous, unworthy, and fragile thing in the world that cannot withstand any storm.

It is the most tragic and cruel.

He now wants to thank those years of training that allowed him to truly grow and truly see through love and friendship.

Only in this world, he felt the long-lost warmth and understood that he could also be cared for and loved.

There were tears in the corners of his eyes, shining under the moonlight, as dazzling as stars.

Sighing heavily, "Why are you thinking about these things? It's really frustrating. The past is gone. The person I am now is not the person I was then. Things are changing, and so is he."

"Master"

Hearing Ye Nanchen call him to calm down, he also has someone to accompany him. He has a disciple and he is not alone.

Using one hand, he jumped down from the tree trunk. His white clothes were flying in the dark night, and his black hair was like silk, like a banished immortal.

"Master, the disciples are all ready." Ye Nanchen took the initiative to take Qi Yufan's hand and helped warm Qi Yufan's palm, which was slightly cold from the wind. "Master, let's go into the house."

"it is good"

In a dark bush where no one could be seen, a pair of bright black eyes looked at everything. His hands seemed to be frightened and kept shaking.

"It's haunted. I need to go back and tell everyone."

The grass moved again, and the man walked away with his back bent. If you could see clearly, you could see that his legs were shaking, showing that he was calm due to force.

The room was very clean, the light reflected the people coming in, and there was an added smell of fireworks.

Quickly, a bed was made, so the two of them had to sleep together.

In fact, this was Ye Nanchen's selfish intention.

Qi Yufan thought it was nothing, but he didn't know if Ye Nanchen would like it or not. The two of them had slept in the same bed before, but that was a last resort, not to mention that now he had other feelings for Ye Nanchen...

A wanderer, Ye Nanchen had already taken off his clothes and was waiting for him, looking at Qi Yufan with his big black eyes, still aggrieved.

Grievance? Qi Yufan was startled, why was there such grievance?

Well, it turned out that he had misunderstood that he would not be willing to do it. His worries were unnecessary. Anyway, Ye Nanchen was still young and didn't understand that there were many places.

Under Ye Nanchen's gaze, he took off his outer robe and lay on the outside, letting Ye Nanchen step inside.

This bed is a single bed and is on the small side. It is a bit reluctant for two people to sleep together. If one is not careful, one person will fall off.

There was no other way, Qi Yufan had no choice but to hold Ye Nanchen in his arms to prevent them both from falling. Their body temperature was very warm, dispelling the coldness. He asked, "Do you mind?"

"I don't mind." He wished it was like this, why would he mind.

The furry head rested on Qi Yufan's neck, itching, and he couldn't help but laugh.

"Master, why are you laughing?" Ye Nanchen didn't understand why he laughed suddenly, his eyes were confused and dull.

"fine"

"Master..." He wanted to say if he could ask for a good night kiss, but he couldn't say it and was hesitant.

"Huh? What's wrong?"

"Just... Master... can you... give me a kiss good night?" After he finished speaking, he was panicking, fearing that he would be rejected.

After thinking for a while, he said, "I want..."

Before he finished speaking, a soft and warm lips pressed against his forehead, moist and unbelievably warm.

"Go to sleep, don't be afraid, Master is responsible for everything."

"Well, I'm not afraid, my disciple."

The full moon rose high again, Qi Yufan was already asleep, and Ye Nanchen quietly opened his eyes, looking at the gentle brows under the moonlight, the sleeping man smiled, carefully got out of his arms, and got out of bed.

He didn't sleep at all. He was going to dig out that thing. There must be a solution there.

He went out, looking at the iron catalpa, to go to the place where it was buried.

The things were not buried deep and were dug out in a few clicks.

Ye Nanchen put down the iron catalpa and took out the things. The buried thing was a simple wooden box. The soil on the wooden box was patted off and placed on the stone table. He opened the wooden box and found a book inside. He took out the book , turning page by page by moonlight.

There must be a way to find it, and there must be a way. The further he turned, the more panicked Ye Nanchen became, until he reached the last page. The last page was a piece of white paper with no words on it, and Ye Nanchen's face looked extremely bad.

Hold the paper tightly, it’s impossible! ! ! Why! Why is there no solution! ! ! Why is there no word on the last page? ! ! how so! how come!

Something suddenly occurred to me, so I bit my finger and dripped blood on the white paper, waiting for a miracle to happen.

It was originally a blank piece of paper, but a few lines of words appeared one after another after being dripped with blood: Wuling, the first poison, is refined from the blood of the person who refined it. The demons are ineffective, and the immortals must die.

The book slipped from Ye Nanchen's fingertips, and he collapsed completely. He laughed at himself, "Why did you poison me? Even the master who loves you will be harmed. This is all your fault."

Tears fell uncontrollably. This was the first time he cried since the death of his relative.

He held his head and said, Master, what should I do as a disciple? How should I save the master? Aniang and brother told Achen what to do. Achen didn’t want to lose his master. Achen regretted it so much.

The only thing that responded to him was the whistling wind and the moving clouds.

He burned the book and dried his tears before entering the house.

When he burned the book, he left out a word 'but', which he did not see and would never see.

In the room, he looked at the sleeping people and thought, if possible, he would trade his life for the ineffective antidote. His master was so good, but he himself was so bad.

After a long time, he took off his shoes, returned to the bed, turned into the warm embrace, listened to the steady breathing, and whispered: "Master, I'm sorry."

The person in the dream seemed to feel a little cold all over his body. He pulled up the quilt in a daze, hugged the person in his arms tightly, and fell asleep again.