Embers

After a pause, he still walked over.

Nie Budu tilted his head, and there was a hint of drunkenness in his eyes.

Qiao Chuhe felt that his whole body was tense.

"Master, you are..."

Restraining to put on a usual smiling face, the fists hidden in the sleeves are already clenched.

Nie Budu waved his hand lazily: "Sit down."

He could only sit stiffly, not knowing what to do.

Nie Budu didn't pay attention to him, and stopped looking at him after saying that, and drank on his own.

The moonlight shone on the ground and on the two of them, and there was a cool evening wind blowing.

Qiao Chuhe couldn't help turning his head to look at him.

Nie Budu's side face was a little blurred under the moonlight, and there seemed to be some kind of emotion on his face that he would not normally have.

He wanted to take a closer look, but couldn't see clearly.

The night was very quiet, except for Nie Budu's drinking, almost no other sounds could be heard.

I don't know how long it took, but when Qiao Chuhe gradually relaxed, Nie Budu suddenly spoke.

His voice was also tinged with a hint of drunkenness, light and ethereal, like a kiss brushing past his ear.

"You don't always want to go to bed with me, so I want you tonight, how about it?"

Qiao Chuhe froze suddenly.

How long ago was that?seven years?eight years?Or ten years?It's so far away that it's almost blurry, but when you think about it from time to time, it will be so clear that it hurts your eyes.

The boy who was full of hatred was forced to put on gorgeous clothes and sent to the big bed made of mahogany carvings.He had been drugged, and he couldn't exert any strength from his whole body, and he couldn't even make a sound when he wanted to scream.

He could only helplessly open his eyes wide, watching his enemy walking towards him with lazy steps, the bright red clothes seemed to be the scar on his ankle, stinging in his memory.

Tears flowed into his mouth violently, the tip of his tongue tasted bitter, his body was being played with wantonly, under the action of the drug, he cooperated with the other party's movements, and watched the other party enter him, showing a comfortable expression.

The severe physical pain and the psychological humiliation made him almost collapse. He couldn't open his mouth to curse, and he didn't even have the energy to commit suicide.

However, the man pinched his face happily, as if admiring his expression, and said with a low smile: "You are so good."

Being crushed by a man, who was still his enemy, he truly realized at that moment what life would be worse than death.

In the next three years, he resisted fiercely, begged for death, and despaired.

That was the number of times he committed suicide. Nie Budu snatched the knife from his hand, entered him mercilessly again, and said coldly in his ear: "If you want to die, it's better to think about your little brother. If he Knowing that you are dead, do you think he will have the motivation to live?"

He didn't have any strength to resist, and he didn't even dare to act rashly even if he wanted to die. At that time, he was only 12 years old, and the only belief in his life was his younger brother.

His only relative in this world.

In order to keep him alive, Nie Budu would send him a message or two from time to time. Yu Jin worshiped Ye Bozhou as his teacher, Yu Jin became more and more beautiful, and Yu Jin deliberately lost to the youngest son of the Zheng family in the martial arts conference...

Every time he only heard these news, he would rarely show a smile, but he didn't know, behind these news, what kind of despair Ember was experiencing in a place he couldn't see.

A sudden force interrupted his thoughts, and Nie Budu pressed his whole body to the ground, forcing him to look into his eyes.

Those eyes were slightly opened, and there were indescribable emotions surging inside.

"Don't you want to?"

He scratched the dirt under his body with his nails, and the corners of his mouth turned up: "How is it possible, Chuhe has been waiting for this day for a long time."

Nie Budu looked at him with a half-smile, stretched out his hand to grab his chin: "Didn't you hate me so much before, why did you suddenly change your nature?"

Qiao Chuhe pretended to be shy: "Isn't it because I didn't find the leader before? Chuhe was young and ignorant before, so don't worry about it if he messed with you."

Nie Budu lowered his head, his lips were about to touch his lips, but he stopped at this moment, and did not make any further movements.

"Oh? Then tell me, what's wrong with me?"

Qiao Chuhe struggled to recall his past with Nie Budu.

"You fed me and clothed me, taught me a lesson from the servants who bullied me, found someone to teach me how to read and write, took me to see lantern tours, bought me candied haws, and gave me handkerchiefs when I cried, obviously When I had something to do, I patiently asked for a bowl of wontons for me to finish eating, and gave me lucky money every year..."

As he was talking, he suddenly stopped talking.

Nie Budu, who propped his body on top of him, also looked at him silently.

I still remember one New Year’s Eve, when it was snowing heavily, Nie Budu and others were having a New Year’s Eve dinner in the lobby, but he didn’t go because he hated everyone in the Devil’s Cult, or no one asked him to go, so He stayed alone in the quiet room and did not come to bring him dumplings.

At that time, he could clearly hear the sound of firecrackers coming from outside, and he could also clearly smell the aroma of food.

He huddled under the quilt, wanted to cry, missed his younger brother, and didn't know what his younger brother was doing at Xiaxianmen.

Cold and hungry, he just wanted to sleep quickly and get through this most difficult day of the year.

Suddenly, the door was gently pushed open.

A bright red figure appeared in sight, he raised his head in panic, and saw a thin layer of snow on the man's shoulders.

Seeing his frightened look, Nie Budu showed no extra expression, just took out a red envelope from his pocket and put it beside his pillow.

"Happy New Year."

He was completely stunned, shrinking back, not daring to approach him, and not daring to take the red envelope.

Nie Budu didn't say anything, turned around and was about to go out. When he reached the door, he suddenly paused, and then strode away.

After a while, some people brought steaming dumplings and new quilts, and some people came to add fire.

He stared blankly at everything in front of him, and it took a long time before he came back to his senses. He timidly stretched out his hand and took one to eat, only to find that it was completely cold.

Unable to control it anymore, he wept loudly.

That was the fourth year he came to the Devil's Cult, and he was 13 years old that year.

Unexpectedly, Nie Budu smiled, very lightly, "You really remember it all, but I can't remember it. I didn't believe that you were sincerely in love with me, and I thought you had a sudden change. It was to kill me quietly."

Qiao Chuhe's whole body froze, and cold sweat broke out in an instant.

Nie Budu, as if he hadn't noticed it, gently kissed him on the lips, with unprecedented tenderness and strength, but it seemed to be mixed with a sigh.

"If there are people who really miss me, that's fine..."

The soft voice could not be softer, but it came to Qiao Chuhe's ears clearly. He opened his eyes wide and looked at the handsome face in front of him, which was magnified several times. Suddenly, he felt an indescribable sense of fragility, just like that year's cold winter, The feeling when I saw Nie Budu appearing at the door with frost and snow on his shoulders, expressionless.

He couldn't even put on a false smile, his whole body was tense, and he let Nie Budu touch him.

The moment he was entered, he gritted his teeth fiercely, not letting tears fall.

The Mid-Autumn Festival will be here soon, and the entire Demon Cult has a festive atmosphere, but Ember's place is still dead and deserted.

For him, festivals and festivals are all the same.

In the afternoon, Li Mei brought mooncakes: "Xiang, after all, it's the holidays, let's eat two mooncakes."

Ember paused, looking at the box in his hand.

Li Mei said softly: "Even if you don't want to eat it, you still have to give it to Uncle Wu, right? I don't know if he can get mooncakes over there."

Without further ado, Ember got up and took it, and said thank you lightly.

In front of Ember, only if Ye Bozhou did not die, but went to another world, he would react a little.

Li Mei didn't leave immediately, she stood by the door, hesitated for a while before asking: "Xu Jin, can we celebrate the festival together tonight?"

Mostly because he just took his mooncake, Ember was willing to give a reply at this time: "I'm not on holiday."

Knowing this would be the case, Li Mei lowered her head and bit her lips: "I know, I didn't think about it, but let me stay with you?"

There are people from the Demon Cult all around, and only the two of them live under the fence. If they don't stay together at this time and watch other people's lively reunion, it will be too lonely.

"As you wish." Ember said.

In the evening, Qiao Chuhe also came, and when he saw Li Mei there, he smiled and sighed with emotion, which gave him a little festive feeling.

This is the first Mid-Autumn Festival that Ember came to the Devil's Cult, and it was also the first Mid-Autumn Festival that Qiao Chuhe came to the Devil's Cult not to celebrate himself.

Li Mei and Qiao Chuhe live and cook, chatting about everything, while Yu Jin is in a daze in front of Ye Bozhou's tomb, talking to him.

"Master, do you still remember that at this time last year, you took me to the street to watch a show, and you met a woman. That woman was really bold, and she openly expressed her love for you. Your response at that time was really interesting, She actually said that she was a woman disguised as a man, and that I was your husband..."

"Yang'er, it's time to eat!"

Hearing Qiao Chuhe's call, Ember was silent for a moment, stood up, stroked the stone tablet and said, "I'll go have dinner with elder brother and the others, today Li Mei sent mooncakes, I know you like this stuffing, try it, it's delicious .”

Taking another look at the mooncakes that had been placed, he turned and entered the room.

Li Mei and Qiao Chuhe chatted well, Li Mei would talk about some things about Ember from childhood to adulthood from time to time, and Qiao Chuhe listened with gusto.

Ember kept silent on the side, and occasionally raised her eyes to look at the door, always as if there would be a man in white standing there with a gentle smile on her face.

Outside the door, a pale red figure stood silently, watching the lights coming from the room, listening to the chatter and laughter inside.

After a long time, he bent down, gently put down the wine jar in his hand, turned around and disappeared into the night.

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Why haven't there been any comments in the past two days... My heart hurts, has no one read it?