My host is cold and scumbag

The wishing tree is something that works if you believe in it, but doesn't work if you don't. Black Hat suddenly felt that He Chengwu seemed a little silly.

But perhaps He Chengwu felt that Black Hat did not want him to get his wish, so he could only use this childish and tactful question to test Black Hat's thoughts.

Black Hat snorted and laughed: "You're willing to trade your life for it?"

He Chengwu wanted to nod, but he felt something was wrong. He carefully pondered the meaning of Black Hat's words, and finally said in a heavy tone: "Do you... have to do this..."

He Chengwu felt that the black hat might not be interested in his life, and asking this question seemed like a mockery of him.

The relationship between him and Zhao Xinyun has always been respectful. His death will not have any impact on Zhao Xinyun. It seems that He Chengwu actually has nothing to use as capital. Even with his small body...

Black hats are probably used for entertainment.

For a moment, He Chengwu felt a little desperate.

"Very strange." The man in black hat lifted He Chengwu's chin: "How could you fall in love with a woman like that?"

He Chengwu pursed his lips in a complicated manner, but Black Hat sighed. He Chengwu felt a little nervous, but he couldn't figure out what Black Hat was thinking, so he quickly said, "Let me tell you, is there room for negotiation on this matter?"

Black Hat didn't say anything, so He Chengwu simply said, "I saw her when I was a child."

He Chengwu tightened his chin, frowned slightly, and continued with a sense of embarrassment and desperation: "She praised me."

Black Hat laughed, seeming a little surprised: "Really? How come I didn't know that?"

At that time, he was so nervous hiding in the closet that he couldn't help making a noise. He heard Yang Qi's voice. He seemed to be laughing and apologizing. Children are always afraid of being scolded by their elders, especially when He Chengwu was still at Yang's house. It was just a game of hide-and-seek. But he happened to meet an adult coming back.

He was nervous and scared at the time. After waiting for a while, he heard someone knocking on the closet door. He looked out through the crack in the door and only saw a profile. But it was enough to make He Chengwu tremble with fear and curiosity.

He Chengwu pursed his lips tightly. His words were not well thought out. It was a little frivolous, but that was his first vague understanding of the charm of women in his youth. Later, he heard the descriptions of gods from adults, but he felt that they were not appropriate enough.

In his imagination, a person with a Taoist spirit should be as ethereal as a fairy, untainted by dust, and his every move should be extraordinary and otherworldly, as if he could see through all the vanity in the world. Such an image is out of reach, but it makes people yearn for it.

The corner he glimpsed through the crack in the door should be the moment when he was closest to becoming a god.

So when he faced Zhao Xinyun, he always felt a bit of awe.

He didn't remember what Yang Qi and the other person discussed in the study, but he remembered that he had seen them.

The white hair was so long that He Chengwu always felt that if there was wind, the hair would blow in through the cracks.

The person outside chuckled and said something.

“The wardrobe is beautiful.”

He Chengwu felt that he was being a little self-indulgent, but he always felt that the other party was not praising the beauty of the wardrobe. After all, the wardrobe was a bit old and shabby. The hinges of the wardrobe were rusty and half fallen off, and it could not be said to be beautiful.

So now he feels that the other party is praising him...

Boys cannot be praised for being handsome, but what if the other person thinks he is a girl?

He Chengwu himself has a gentle appearance. When he was a child, he grew up in the countryside and was not considered good-looking. All his memories were when he noticed the first love of people around him and found that he seemed to have a good memory.

He had not forgotten the woman who had praised him for his beauty by knocking on the closet when they were young. When he first saw Zhao Xinyun in the basement of Yang's house that day, he believed in her 100% without any scruples. He paid attention to her all the time.

But he was too timid. Fortunately, he hid well and no one found him.

In addition to Yang Qiu...

In itself.... In itself, every time He Chengwu gets along with Zhao Xinyun, he is extremely nervous, and he has to work hard to do everything reasonably, not high-profile, and not abrupt. Many times, many times....

They all felt depressed because of Zhao Xinyu's indifference.

But he thought it was fine...

When he received the flowers, he thought they were given to him by her.

But that person is often still heartless.... Send flowers to him for others...

This made He Chengwu more cautious and secretive in their future interactions.

Thinking of flowers...

He Chengwu was startled suddenly. He seemed to realize something and suddenly felt that something in his mind was confused. If Zhao Xinyun and Black Hat were so hostile, why did the flower come from Zhao Xinyun's hand?

The first few times can be explained by "friends" and "transactions". Then why was the flower she caught when he fell down the slope sent from Zhao Xinyun...

Did the two of them break up after that?

wrong....

wrong......

Black Hat suddenly let go of He Chengwu, but He Chengwu couldn't help but take a step forward. He reached out and grabbed Black Hat's hand offensively. Black Hat laughed and shook He Chengwu off, causing He Chengwu to stumble.

She really used all her strength to push He Chengwu away.

He Chengwu was a little stunned. His temples began to throb violently. He felt as if he had grasped something of inspiration just now, but it was shattered in an instant by the black hat.

But He Chengwu's heartbeat suddenly accelerated.

He said to Black Hat, "Why did you send me flowers?"

"Is it simply a token of a transaction?"

Black Hat seemed to glance at him, but she turned and left without giving He Chengwu a chance to question him again.

He Chengwu chased after him for two steps and then dared not to chase any further. He watched the black hat disappear into the darkness. At that moment, he felt a sense of loss in his heart and turned back in panic.

Perhaps the painting had already told him the answer.

The people in the painting...

Maybe it's someone he knows, someone he knows...

That......

It seems that only one of the Black Hat and Zhao Xinyun can survive...

The more He Chengwu thought about it, the more frightened he became.

That if it is really as he thinks.

Who should he protect then...

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Not long after He Chengwu left, Yang Qiu stood there in silence for a long time. She turned her head and looked at Zhao Xinyun and sighed deeply. Finally, she called Yue Qiu. Yue Qiu came closer and Yang Qiu whispered, "From now on, everything that happens will be arranged by me."

Yue Qiu looked at Yang Qiu in confusion. Yang Qiu frowned and said sternly, "You don't need to tell Brother Xiao Wu about this."

Yue Qiu seemed to understand. Yang Qiu walked to Zhao Xinyun and grabbed her hand: "Sister, there are some things that we can only know the answers to as we move forward, so let's leave here first, okay?"

The shadow of the stone wall fell on Zhao Xinyun's brow under the weak light, and Zhao Xinyun slowly opened his eyes. His expression was calm and his eyes were deep and unfathomable.

Yang Qiu lowered his eyes and said suddenly.

"Sister, please go."

You go the rest of the way on your own.

We can go on our own.