On the 101 Forms of Disciple Blackening

"I didn't get it, but someone else got it. I will be very painful. Therefore, half a year later is your real return date."

When Jiang He finished speaking, the surrounding barriers were suddenly artificially destroyed.

"Don't forget your promise, Mr. Ding..."

The barrier broke open, and an anxious figure of Feng Buzhan appeared in front of Ding Zhiwei.

Ding Zhiwei turned into a cat again.

Feng Buzhan looked around, but there was no one else there except Ding Zhiwei.

"Junior Brother, why are you here?" Feng Buzhan's tone was very steady, it was still the breeze and drizzle of the past, soothing people's hearts.

"Meow..." He couldn't speak human language.

"It's brother who was negligent, you can't speak now."

Feng Buzhan squatted down, and gently hugged Ding Zhiwei in his arms: "I didn't expect you to suddenly appear at the bottom of the sect cliff. Fortunately, I accidentally discovered that your Daozhu is on the alert. Now let the senior brother take you back." .”

The road is smoky and misty, and the wind does not blow. The gentle and jade-like temperament has always given others comforting warmth.

Every word Jiang He said echoed in Ding Zhiwei's ears. He came here after Modern's death. Who is Feng Buzhan's real identity?Why save him?

Then why did I die?How did you die?

There are still clouds of fog waiting for Ding Zhiwei to push through to find the truth.

The journey back was surprisingly quiet, with the wind stroking the hair on Ding Zhiwei's back.

Ding Zhiwei squinted his eyes, almost falling asleep.

...It's another characteristic of Dao Ling...

Back to Qishan Fengtuo, the night is boundless, the sky here seems to be within reach, and occasionally streamers fly by and hang down the galaxy.

Ding Zhiwei jumped into Juemin's room again.

He sat on the windowsill and looked into the room.

A bright lamp was always on on the desk.A thin figure sat on a chair.

The cyan robe reflects the black plum blossoms.A brush is held in a bony hand.

Ding Zhiwei had mixed feelings in his heart, and he didn't know what kind of mood he should approach him again.

Suddenly like a dream, how could the truth be so ethereal.

Ding Zhiwei jumped onto the desk and looked down at what Juemin was writing.

When I watched it last time, I only paid attention to the font and forgot to look at the content.

This time Ding Zhiwei carefully watched his posture of holding the pen, his expression of writing, and the standard Song typeface.The beautiful characters were neatly arranged, and he wrote them carefully.

[Leave your 190 eight days]

[I am alone waiting for the day and night to change]

[The lotus flower stands alone on the other side]

[The geese in the sky gradually fly south]

[Plum blossoms fall to the ground and time is exhausted]

[Still lingering in the four seasons without you]

[May the years be free from worries and still be able to]

[Tell the world to wait for me to return]

In an instant, the cat's eyes were full of tears, and the heartache was acting recklessly.

…哈

I didn't know it before.

Juemin's feelings for him.

That hidden expectation.

It was supposed to be missed.

Untouchable forever.

It's useless to say more.

It was late at night, and the lamps were turned off.In the dark, Ding Zhiwei jumped onto Juemin's bed and watched Juemin sitting quietly beside the bed.

Is he not asleep yet? What is he doing?

Ding Zhiwei could see the heavy layer of sadness surrounding Juemin, like the heavy snow falling in January buried happiness.Juemin doesn't like to laugh anymore, and often has a deadpan face, which makes him laugh at his indifference and boredom.

It's hard to bother him.Ding Zhiwei curled up beside his legs, clinging to his remaining warmth.

Gradually Ding Zhiwei fell asleep, and opened his eyes dimly in the middle of the night, and found that he was hugged into the bed by Juemin at some point.At that time, I thought he hadn't seen me, but it turned out that he had noticed it a long time ago.

Ding Zhiwei can see things in the dark night, and suddenly finds that the sleeping Juemin is also frowning all the time, as if there is something painful and helpless in his heart all the time.When I got closer, I saw something in his arms.

photo frame...?

this is…

Ding Zhiwei looked at the photo in shock.

At that time, the photo was taken in Japan. He didn't expect Juemin to agree to accompany him to Japan to see the cherry blossoms.

As a result, when he woke up and had breakfast the next day, he realized that Min had already booked his schedule.

But he didn't realize that Juemin, who had never been interested in the things around him, unexpectedly catered to his interest that time.

At the place where the cherry blossoms fell, he looked at the direction where Juemin was taking pictures, and imagined all kinds of future in his mind, everything, except the scene where Juemin was not by his side.Because I never thought that one day I would like someone of the same gender, and I never thought that my best friend around me would like me.If I didn't have this parallel world experience, would I still notice Juemin who has been hiding in a corner and silently watching me, who never dared to take a step?Or even if he takes this step, he will flee in a hurry?

That world would not accept such a deformed existence.It was a great fortune to meet Juemin again after death.Although, Juemin has nothing to do with his care.

Ding Zhiwei retreated into the quilt, time is running out, the time to be with Juemin is only the last half a year, maybe not even half a year.

Time passed and never came back. During this time, Juemin disappeared. Ding Zhiwei only knew that he was going to retreat to practice. Feng Buzhan told him that this time Juemin was retreating to break through the way of immortals and gods.

The moment Ding Zhiwei got the news, he really realized that there was really not half a year left.

Maybe goodbye is separation.

In the past few days, Ding Zhiwei has been lazily lying on the big rocks to bask in the sun as usual. It should have been sunny and sunny, enjoying the pure beauty of nature, but there are more and more people coming and going, and they all pass by without looking Give him one, and they all ran towards a certain direction with dignity, and then came back from that direction with a bruised nose and a swollen face.

What is this for?

"Meow…"

Ding Zhiwei changed his posture and continued to lie down, but his ears were closer to the crowd.

"Oh! That person! It's not easy to mess with! I heard that even my own brother was killed. Are we people going to seek death?"

"His strength is not much different from Master Luo's. We can only wait for Master to come back... let them delay first, and I will report it quickly!"

After a wave of people left.

Another group of people walked over with serious expressions to join them.

"Big devil, it's terrifying, that man is probably not a lunatic!"

"I heard that he came for Master Luo!"

Well, Ding Zhiwei probably knows who they are talking about.

Besides Qingchen, who else would make a fuss in Qishan because of Luo Jichen?

His obsession with Luo Jichen is no less than that of Kuafu chasing after the sun, but his love is separated by mountains and seas, and mountains and seas cannot be flattened.People like Luo Jichen, even if they are still there, their hearts won't be warmed up, right?

"Master Feng is back!"

"Go and report!"

"What did Uncle Luo do to offend him? To make him go crazy?" The two boys obviously didn't know the past of Qingchen and Luo Jichen.