Yin Yang paper

Japan's Matsuda family has been in both black and white for many years. The current head of the family is Alice's adoptive father, Matsuda Yamashima, a middle-aged man with ailments in both legs.

Alice cautiously opened the door, and Zhou Xubai happened to look over, showing an extremely gentle smile: "My dear, you are back."

Alice didn't know how to deal with it, she didn't say anything, she just glanced at him suspiciously, then turned to salute the man in the wheelchair: "Dad."

Matsuda patted the wheelchair to signal her: "Sit."

It was true that Zhou Xubai said on the phone that he would come to discuss marriage matters, from invitations to weddings to wedding banquets, it seemed that he had really thought about it for a long time, and everything was detailed.

Alice listened to the people around her, smiling calmly and chatting with her adoptive father about getting married, her heart was extremely heavy.What kind of tricks is Zhou Xubai going to play? He clearly knows that she is just using him, so it's not his turn to get married. . .

And looking at the expression of the adoptive father, he seems very satisfied?

Matsuda Yamashima waved to Alice: "It's been hard work back and forth, how is it going?"

Alice bowed and said, "Qu Xiaofeng's body has been destroyed, and his son Qu He's soul has been damaged, so it won't hinder anything."

"What about your brother?"

"He..." Thinking of the piercing chill in Qu Shuo's eyes, Alice opened her mouth not knowing what to say.

Matsuda patted the back of Alice's hand understandingly: "Family, take your time."

Alice could only nod.

The topic came back to the Zhou family, and Zhou Xubai was very enthusiastic, as if Alice was his treasure, and his love for her was unwavering, but because of his behavior, Alice's sense of fear was getting bigger and bigger. Not listening to his love words, he said: "Father, I'm tired, I'll go back and rest first."

Zhou Xubai was naturally considerate: "Honey, I'll take you back to your room."

He took Alice's hand without leaving a trace, and pressed her palm, implying that she should not resist.

"Go kid, let's have dinner together tonight." Matsuda said with a smile, watching the figures of the two disappear outside the door, the expression on his face slowly changed, and the smile no longer existed.

A black figure appeared from the corner to help Matsuda push the wheelchair: "Master."

"Qu Xiaofeng didn't kill me, but broke my legs. Now that his body is gone, he still can't kill me. It's just his son... I don't know whose hands the Yin-Yang Note is in. Don't act rashly." Matsuda's seemingly peaceful face slowly twisted together, and squeezed out a bit of a piercing smile: "Fortunately, she was spared back then, it seems that what was mine will eventually be mine, Han Qingcang...heh." He touched his leg with a little madness in his eyes.

"Master, where's the Zhou family?" asked the black shadow machine.

"The Zhou family? There's nothing to be afraid of. They're just children, but they can turn the world upside down? They can play as long as they want, as long as they don't get in my way."

"Yes."

Being caught by the hand all the way, Alice's pent-up anger finally exploded the moment she closed the door: "Zhou Xubai, what do you want to do?"

Zhou Xubai didn't let her go, instead he turned around and pressed Alice against the door panel in the position of closing the door, and squinted at her condescendingly: "Baby, I don't feel comfortable hearing what you say."

It's fine at Zhou's house, but this is in Japan, where is Alice still playing any kind of drama with him, and shook his hand fiercely: "I don't care what you are thinking, just get out of here! "

"Why?" Zhou Xubai curled up her hair and played with it around her fingers.

"Because this is my family business, you don't have to get involved."

"Family matter?" Zhou Xubai smiled inexplicably: "Which family? To be honest, Miss Han, I admire you a lot. If you don't ask the truth, you will beat up the Qu family. You know that your brother likes Qu He and you have to provoke him. I heard that you ruined Qu He's soul, so I think you are very powerful, but I don't understand, what benefits do you gain by tearing it apart like this?"

Alice's face was colorful, she turned her head and gritted her teeth and said, "It has nothing to do with you!"

"I'm your fiance, Miss Han."

"That's just a show!!" Alice stared fiercely at Zhou Xubai's eyes.

"Acting?" Zhou Xubai chuckled in Alice's ear, and then spit out a sentence: "Since it's all started, let me continue to do it!"

Alice's heart trembled, and her two hands pinched her palms inexplicably. She underestimated Zhou Xubai, and she never saw through this man.

"You... how do you know my home is here?" Alice changed the subject.

Zhou Xubai answered her very cooperatively: "It should mean that I found out from the first time I saw you."

"Impossible!" She deliberately went to America to meet him, hiding herself very well.

"Did you forget?" Zhou Xubai reminded: "I am also from the Zhou family, what do the Zhou family do?"

Alice's head slammed, she understood, but couldn't believe it: "Then you still take me away?"

"It's not me," Zhou Xubai stood up straight, with a bit of a magician's demeanor: "It's God's will."

On the other side, Qu He, who fell in obedience to God's will, seemed to have become a sleeping beauty. Master Hui Nian, who rushed over, said "Amitabha", and looked at Qu Shuo with various meanings in his eyes.

"Master, how is Qu He?" Yang Ao said anxiously, "He can't die, can he? Master, you have to save him..."

Zhou Xingye hurriedly told Yang Ao to shut up, while Qu Shuo was about to go berserk when he heard the word "death".

Master Hui Nian said inscrutablely: "It can be saved, but..."

As soon as Qu Shuo heard that he could be saved, his eyes brightened instantly, he stepped forward and knelt down to Hui Nian, "I beg for guidance, Master!"

These legs have never kneeled before anyone, in fact, Master Hui Nian is so old this year, and in fact, he can't bear Qu Shuo's kneeling.Hui Nian twirled the beads and closed his eyes slightly to cover the words in his eyes, and said: "The ancestor of the Qu family once prophesied that with the yin and yang paper in hand, it is a blessing to be able to save the world, and it is a great misfortune to be jealous. Decline is also fate, therefore, the time of extreme decline is still the day of resurgence.”

Hui Nian opened his eyes, looked at Qu Shuo who was kneeling upright and looking at him firmly, and sighed, "This can be regarded as a catastrophe for him, but how to overcome the catastrophe is up to you."

"You said that Qu Shuo must be obliged, even if there are mountains of swords and seas of fire, there is nothing to be afraid of."

Hui Nian seems to be looking for the shadow of another person through Qu Shuo, stubborn, courageous, but short-lived like a flash in the pan.

"The Qu family's ancestral hall is located in the middle of the mountains, where the yang energy is the strongest. Here I have a resurrection lamp, which can purify the dead energy and reshape the life soul with blood nourishment, but..." Hui Nian glanced at Qu Shuo, and the other party immediately understood Understand the meaning of this: "You may wish to be blunt, how long will it take."

"Three years." Hui Nian said: "Feeding with blood at noon every day, for three years uninterrupted, if you keep the wick alive, you will be able to revive your soul."

Qu Shuo didn't even think about it: "Okay, I can."

All the people present were silent, watching the man with his straight back take the small lotus lantern without hesitation, holding it reverently in the palm of his hand, as if he was holding the whole world.

Yang Ao murmured: "Why do I feel like crying?"

Zhou Xingye didn't speak, but lightly pressed Yang Ao's head on his shoulder, and he said silently in his heart, "If it's you, I can do it too."

At the end of June, Qu Shuo returned to Qu's house with the sleeping Qu He. Aunt An packed his luggage for him with red eyes. Winter is hard, so you have to take everything with you, as well as that blanket, which I just wove, and..."

Qu Meng stood at the door and looked at the woman's back. She didn't know how long her thin body could last. Finally, she secretly wiped her tears.

Qu Meng loaded the trunk with luggage, and Qu Shuo was fastening the seat belt for Qu He in the passenger seat.

Mantou looked eagerly at his feet, Qu Shuo reached out and stroked his hair: "He will be fine."

Qu Meng held the steamed bun and opened her mouth, saying, "Brother, I'm going to marry Langyan."

"Good thing." Qu Shuo looked at Qu Meng with a hint of warmth in his eyes, "He is very good."

"Ah."

The two stood quietly for a while, and Qu Shuo finally got into the car and left.

The mountains came into view, and Qu Shuo was in a trance, like the day he just received the boy, he also followed this road all the way up, with the rushing wind in his ears, and the boy's restless chirping.

Only this time, the boy was unusually quiet, as if he was as sleepy as usual, and fell asleep.

The incense in the Qu Family Ancestral Hall was still burning slowly. Qu Shuo hugged Qu He and placed him on the simple bed he had set up. The small, almost disintegrated gray Soul of Fate was held in his hands tremblingly.

Qu Shuo respectfully placed the Resurrection Lamp in front of the tablets of the ancestors, and lightly dropped the mass of souls into it, and the rest was his blood.

To be honest, it feels strange to cut your own skin with a knife, because you seem to feel the pain before you do it. Really wait for the sharp blade to pierce the skin, cut the tender flesh, or cut the blood vessels, except for the perceived pain. , and mental pain, torture from beginning to end.

But Qu Shuo only frowned, the bloodstain on his arm was already left, from then on, it would never heal again.

In the dim light, Qu Shuo watched the little ball of life soul soaked by his blood donation, seeming to be absorbing it, looked at him and smiled, feeling a little satisfied.

Outside are lush and towering trees, some standing for a hundred years, some just showing buds, the vast forest maintains his life by relying on the sky and the ground, and also shelters the soul fire that is as light as a mist.

This winter, Qu Meng and Lang Yan's wedding went on as scheduled.It's just that when the guests received the invitations, they couldn't help but feel at a loss. The wedding venue was not a luxury hotel or a noble castle, but an ordinary place at the foot of that snow-covered towering mountain range. There were no salutes, no flower girls, Qu Meng was just wearing a simple white wedding dress, and she walked from the red carpet. At her feet was a majestic looking big dog, wagging its tail and holding a flower basket, and accompanied Qu Meng all the way to the Beside Langyan, in the flower basket, is a pair of rings.

Aunt An listened to the wind in her ears with red eyes until the host had already shouted: "Kiss the bride."

She wiped her eyes sideways and applauded with a smile.

Lang Yan was very happy and kept toasting. Qu Meng followed him with a smile, shaking the wine glass in his hand, and raised his wrist in the direction of the mountain.

All in one drink.

In the spring of the following year, Jiang Zhengan passed away.

Qu Meng put aside her company affairs and rushed to Yangzhou. After busy work, she wore hemp and filial piety for a week, and fell to the ground on the day of the funeral.

When she woke up, Jiang Yunlin told her: "You are pregnant."

Lang Yanle became a fool, Qu Meng leaned on the bamboo chair and looked out the window, the pages of the book in his hand were rustling by the wind, and he didn't know how many pages he had turned.

In summer, Zhou Xubai took Alice back to Zhou's house, Zhou Xingye and Yang Ao were confused and did not respond, and they didn't know what Zhou Xubai was thinking.

This year's New Year's Eve, before the freshly cooked dumplings were served, Qu Meng's stomach hurt badly, and Lang Yan made a phone call and sent her directly to the waiting room.

Qu Meng held his hand and said, "Whether the child lives or dies, leave it to me."

Langyan nodded and said yes.

Qu Meng said again: "If only one adult and child can protect one child, protect the child."

Langyan's pale lips trembled so badly that Qumeng grabbed his hand and almost broke it: "Save the child!!"

Lang Yan, who used to be the lead debater of the debate team, seemed to have a knot in his tongue. He looked at Qu Meng who was drenched in sweat and nodded: "...OK."

Three years, whether it is long or not, or whether it is short or not.

Life in the mountains was boring, Qu Shuo built a wooden house by the ancestral hall when he had nothing to do, Qu He said he liked the small buildings in Xiangxi, so Qu Shuo built a similar one.

For the rest of the time, he leaned against the bed and wiped Qu He's body, stealing a kiss when necessary.

At first he still remembered the days, but after a long time, he really couldn’t tell the difference between spring and summer except winter in the mountains, he only realized when he saw the trees in front of the small building turn green and yellow, and the fluttering white snow fell, oh, It turned out that another year passed.

There are several deep and shallow scars on the arm, the latest one is still oozing blood, and the deepest one seems to grow in, as if to cut off the arm horizontally.

The weather was fine that day. Qu Shuo had just finished wiping Qu He's hands, thinking that it was time to cut his hair, but when he turned around, he found some movement behind him. , Qu Shuo stared at it intently, the water basin in his hand was shaking.

I saw the yin-yang letter floating directly on top of the soul fire, and the white soul fire swished in like this, and then, a phantom slowly spread, getting bigger and bigger, and it was smiling. With Erlang's legs resting on the chopping board, he was looking at him with a Yin-Yang note spinning in his hand.

"Brother, you are so ugly."

The water basin in Qu Shuo's hand hit the ground with a "thud", he thought, that's right, spring is here, and the snow deep in the mountains should also melt.