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"How is Ruan Ruan now?"

"very dangerous."

"Where is she now? Can she speak?"

"In a safe place, bleeding profusely, still unconscious."

"Who did it?" Si Yu turned on the speakerphone and lit the oil lamp in Qi Lu's room. As the fire flickered, he saw his face reflected on the window, calmer than ever.

"I can't be sure," Fan Tianxing lowered his voice, and didn't mention his name, but said vaguely, "But...the one who killed Li Bo is the same person."

"It's Qi Lu," Si Yu said, "he's not at home."

Fan Tianxing kept silent and sighed lightly.

Si Yu looked at his expressionless face on the window, raised one hand, pinched the throat on his neck, and made a vague and trembling voice: "Teacher Fan, human beings and monster races, really Can't we live in peace?"

"I tried to assimilate them," Fan Tianxing said, "but unfortunately, it turned out that I failed."

Si Yu was silent for a while, and through the faint firelight, he saw the mocking smile in his eyes.

"Teacher Fan," he said, closing the curtains, "my father died early, no one cared about me, my mother didn't want me when I was two years old, and other relatives treated me like a scourge. Only Two people have helped me, one is the anonymous well-wisher who sponsored me to finish high school, and the other is you. Teacher Fan, you are someone I respect and trust."

— used to be.

After Si Yu finished his simple and stupid self-confession, he suddenly felt something hit his heart heavily.

He grew up in an environment that lacked love. Since he was a child, he was said to be a little cabbage without a mother, and his father was a nagging lunatic. Later, his father also died, and died on a certain road late at night. people on the road.This kind of plot can be regarded as a tragic plot in novels. The beautiful boy who lost his parents is always very pitiful, but the reality is completely opposite-no one sympathizes with Si Yu who was a child at that time. They all say that Si Zheng He deserved it, he stayed away from home in the middle of the night and wandered around, maybe he did something shameful, or why couldn't he even pick up a bone or a piece of minced meat?

Si Yu grew up in such an atmosphere with his spine poked, so that he was cautious about receiving even a little bit of kindness, wishing he could give back what he had - he was like this to Mr. F, and so was Fan Tianxing. .

Mr. F, whom he had never met before, gave him a hand when he was at the end of the road. Si Yu wrote a letter to Mr. F every festival, a very simple blessing, plus a thank you. He didn't know how to send this letter. Wherever he went, he simply put them all in the drawer of his desk. He wrote the letters for nine years, and now there are dozens of them in total; He, Si Yu, agreed to go to Gutang at first, just to fulfill Fan Tianxing's last wish before retirement - to let the people in the deserted village come out and live a normal life.

Even if he had discovered that Gutang was a ghost village, he never thought of doubting Fan Tianxing.

Looking back now, Si Yu even felt a little ridiculous.

Maybe he was a part of this conspiracy from the very beginning. The kindness and love he thought were all hiding in the dark and watching his eyes.

The lamp oil burned out, and the fire went out.

Si Yu was immersed in the darkness and felt a bone-chilling coldness.

"Teacher Fan, I can't leave," Si Yu said, "There is something I haven't told you all this time. In fact, I am a descendant of the monster-hunting clan."

"what?!"

Fan Tianxing exclaimed in shock, as if he really didn't know about it.

There was a mocking chuckle at the corner of Si Yu's mouth. He suppressed his throat and said with a trembling voice: "My father taught me, I know how to... kill the blood race."

"Xiao Si, you..."

After hanging up the phone, Si Yu sat quietly beside the coffin for a while with the flashlight on his mobile phone.

Ten minutes later, the battery of the mobile phone was declared exhausted, and the room was plunged into complete darkness.

In the closed and secluded space, his sense of smell became particularly keen, and the tip of his nose caught a hint of light fragrance, which was lighter than rosin, and had a cool texture, which easily made people associate with melting ice and snow, or the first breath after rain.

Si Yu remembered that Qi Lu had this kind of smell, and he liked it very much. One time, he stuck to Qi Lu and asked what the smell was, but Qi Lu couldn't answer. Later, he got annoyed by him, and pressed him against the wall. He exchanged a kiss that was equally cool in texture, but soft and moist.

Si Yu sniffed and finally found the source of the faint fragrance, which was the coffin behind him.

Did Qi Lu say that this coffin is not made of ordinary wood, it seems to be... an ancient sunken wood thousands of years old?

As expected of an aristocrat among demons, even making a sleeping coffin has to engage in such tricks.

He was thinking wildly, when suddenly there was a soft sobbing sound from outside the door, Si Yu opened the door in the dark, Xiao Fu stood outside the door with bare feet, hugging his little pillow and sobbing.

"What's wrong?" Si Yu picked up the little guy.

"Brother?" Xiao Fu lay on his shoulders, "Where's the master?"

Si Yu turned Xiaofu and said softly, "Master is sleeping, why is Xiaofu crying?"

"I had a nightmare," the little guy wrapped his arms around Si Yu's neck tightly, with tears on his face, "I dreamed that the master was bleeding, a lot of blood..."

Si Yu's throat tightened suddenly, and he comforted Xiao Fu, saying: "Silly boy, the master is sleeping inside, the dreams are all fake."

"Woooooo..." The little guy buried his head in his neck, sobbing softly.

"Hey, don't cry, Xiaofu, be good..."

Si Yu patted his back lightly, and walked around the living room with the little guy in his arms.

Xiao Fu soon fell asleep again under his gentle comfort. Si Yu carried the little guy to the small bed, tucked the corner of the quilt, and gently wiped away the tears on his face with a tissue.

The little guy was breathing steadily, hugging his little pillow, and beside the pillow was a small flower wreath - Qi Lu made it for him today.

Si Yu smiled, leaned over and kissed Xiao Fu on the forehead.

"Silly boy, I have my elder brother here," Si Yu said softly, "Master protects you, everyone, and the whole village, and elder brother protects master."

The night has entered the second half, dark clouds cover the sun, and the moon is dim.

Si Yu sat on the bridge, staring up at the looming moon behind the dark clouds.

It's big and round.

It's a full moon tonight.

A quite full moon, how could it be covered by broken clouds?

It shows that there is no perfection in the world, but some defects are indispensable.

Si Yu methodically analyzed the main principles of life based on a moon, and at the same time conceived a recipe for tomorrow in his head.

ta-ta-ta--

Just when he was thinking about whether to cook fish in sour soup or steamed fish, footsteps came from the other side of the bridge, and Si Yu immediately recognized that it was Qi Lu.

This is Qi Lu's unique, calm and firm footsteps, which seem to never change.

The sound got closer and closer, and his shadow first appeared on the bridge, and the hem of his cloak was blown by the wind.

Qi Lu had just stepped on the stone steps with one foot when he suddenly stopped.

"Hi, you're back?" Si Yu sat cross-legged on the bridge, and waved his hands foolishly at his shadow.

"How do you..."

"Oh, I'm suffering from insomnia and I'm going out for a walk," Si Yu kept his head down, "Today the moon is full, but it's a pity that it's covered by dark clouds, otherwise it must be very beautiful, just like the porcelain bowls in our house, white and round... "

"Well, does it look good?"

A pair of short boots appeared in front of Si Yu's eyes. He blinked vigorously and suppressed the soreness in his throat: "It looks good."

"Why don't you look at me?" Qi Lu tightened his fingers and asked in a deep voice.

"Ah..." Si Yu let out a sigh of relief, fanning his eyes with his hands, "I'm afraid I'm going to cry when I see you."

"Why are you crying?" A strong bloody smell rose from Qi Lu's throat, he raised his head and made a swallowing motion, forced the blood pressure back into his body, then lowered his head and looked at his human being tenderly, "Don't cry. "

Si Yu rubbed his nose and wiped his eyes vigorously.

Since receiving Fan Tianxing's call just now, he has maintained a high level of calmness. He rationally responded to Fan Tianxing's every step of the temptation, rationally comforted Xiaofu who was awakened by the nightmare, and rationally sat on this cold stone bridge. Waiting for his Mr. Qi.

Until now, Qi Lu really appeared in front of him, and the emotions he was forcibly shielded from his rationality-fear, panic, and worry rushed in like a flood that opened the floodgates, and he was submerged in it, unable to breathe.

"I..." Si Yu slowly raised his head, his eyes gradually moved up from Qi Lu's straight and slender legs, and fell on his delicate jaw like white jade, "I just... because the wind is too strong."

Qi Lu raised his hand and took off his cloak, knelt down on one knee in front of Si Yu, put the cloak on him, put on the hood for him, and gently stroked his side face through the hood: "Don't cry."

The flowing mountain torrents belong to the stream, and then the water flows long; all the panic of Si Yu belongs to Qi Lu, and then it is stability and confidence.

He blinked, and tears rolled down from his eyes uncontrollably, hitting Qi Lu's palm with a "slap".

Qi Lu looked at Si Yu very seriously and intently, and the blood in his throat was getting thicker.

"Don't cry," Qi Lu held Si Yu's face, looked into his clear, watery eyes, "don't cry."

Si Yu nodded: "The wind is so strong, it blew my eyes."

"Well, there's such a strong wind." Qi Lu's lips turned pale, "Just close your eyes."

He raised his hand to cover Si Yu's eyes, feeling the moist eyelashes of human beings passing by his palm, like the flapping wings of a butterfly, fragile and precious.

The blood in his chest stirred, and Qi Lu's legs went limp, and the kneeling leg could hardly support his body.

Si Yu's eyes were covered by Qi Lu, so he couldn't see Qi Lu's trembling back at this moment.

After a while, the sudden pain subsided a little, Qi Lu moved his palm away, and touched the corner of Si Yu's eyes with his fingertips: "The wind stopped."

"Mr. Qi," Si Yu tilted his head, put his profile in Qi Lu's palm, and closed his eyes, "There is bad news."

"what?"

"I thought people who were kind to me were all fake," Si Yu chuckled, "I feel so stupid, like an idiot."

"Well, it's pretty silly." Qi Lu grabbed his shoulders.

"Fortunately, you are real." Si Yu leaned against Qi Lu and whispered, "You and the moon are both real."

Qi Lu tilted his head, and his lips touched Si Yu's hair lightly.

He said silently in his heart: "If you want to see the moon, I will cut through the dark clouds for you."