My CP sends sugar every day [ABO]

The moon sets and the sun rises, day and night alternate.

Accompanied by the gradually warming temperature and the warmth brought by the wind, time passed bit by bit. When the early summer came, the filming progress of the crew was coming to an end.

Three days before the end of filming, it began to rain continuously.The producer arranged for the staff of the props team to make waterproof facilities. Except for the photographer and the actors, everyone hid in a small temporary shed not far away, staring at the screen on the screen without taking their eyes off it.

In the main hall of the Qingwen Sect, a group of white-clothed monks lined up in a circle, cutting off all the people in the center. The bright red figure in the center was tall and straight like a pine tree, and his long hair like splashed ink was wet by the continuous rain , the red robe was soaked in a darker red.

The white-robed monks around were all facing the enemy, Yun Qing in the center of the circle still maintained that half-smile look, transparent raindrops fell from the sky, and slid down his fair face to the tip of his eyebrows.

The coquettish beauty blinked, the water droplets hanging on the dense eyelashes dripped with his movements, the corners of his lips were stained with bright red blood, the whole figure was like a flower that was hit by the rainstorm and was about to wither.

"Yunqing, you betrayed the Xiumen, your heart was evil, you fell into the way of the devil, and even caused the death of the head of Qingwen, and you did a lot of evil. Now that things have happened, you can't wait to get caught."

The person who was named seemed to have heard a big joke. He sneered and looked around at the circle of self-proclaimed and righteous monks in white. His eyes were cold, and the people he saw could only feel a bone-piercing chill rushing down their spines. .

Someone was terrified by Yun Qing's gaze, and summoned up the courage to shout at the man in red to embolden himself: "You are a vile devil! You have nothing to say now!"

"Black and white, right and wrong, you can tell it all by yourself. Is it possible that you will believe what I say?"

Yun Qing followed the source of the voice and looked straight at the monk. His peachy eyes, which should have been sentimental, turned cold at this moment. Looking at the monk, it seemed that he was looking at insignificant garbage.

"How dare you quibble now!!" The man was stared at and his heart became more and more uncertain, but the eyes of the people around him were like ropes, tightly entwining his desire to win and lose.

He stepped forward, looked at the dull expression of the man in red robe in front of him, and thought that Yun Qing was obviously having a hard time during the scuffle just now. Thinking of this, the courage in his heart gradually increased, and he shouted to Yun Qing: "I fell from you!" From the moment you enter the demonic way, we will be at odds with the righteous way, Yun Qing! I advise you to stop while the leader is sure to save your life."

Yun Qing glanced at him indifferently, and the words he said were also indifferent: "It's up to you?"

In the woods outside the hall, the young man in white was running fast in the cool wind. He had only one goal, and that was the towering Qingwen main hall not far away.

Inside the hall.

The fiery figure moved with ease under the siege of the white miao, like the sun shining through the clouds, he lightly dodged the shadow of swords and swords attacking from the right, bent down and measured his body, and pushed the monk on the left to the other side Blocking the sword, and then using the tip of his left foot to press the ground, when the other long swords were stabbing at him, he jumped into the air with one step, and then lightly pressed down on the swords.

From the beginning of this fight, he used defense instead of attack, and he never took the initiative to use the slightest attack. If he could dodge, he dodged, but if he couldn't dodge, he just pulled one from the side to resist, so that the monks present attacked him. For a long time, half of the attacks fell on their own family members.

The pear tree in the courtyard is full of withers, and a pitch-black crow is parked on the bare branches. It silently looks at everything in the house, but its black pupils can't reflect anything, as if swallowing everything in the house. The dark abyss.

As the sun set gradually accelerated, Yun Qing, who was at ease at the beginning, gradually fell into a disadvantage.

After dodging a monk's attack again, before Yun Qing had time to catch his breath, a severe pain from his abdomen rushed to the nerve endings in an instant, and the intense pain made him dazed for a moment. Another sword took advantage of the void and pierced into his body from the side. The point of the sword pierced out of the body and was pulled out immediately. The originally clean sword body instantly became dripping with blood.

"Quick! Come on everyone! That demon can't hold on anymore!"

A sharp-eyed monk could see that under the red dress, the dilapidated body had long lost its former vitality. Although most of the people present were also scarred, they were far inferior to him.

Hearing these words at this time, he immediately mustered up his momentum, and the speed of the stabbing sword became faster and faster, Yun Qing was gradually unable to hold back, and his body suffered more and more injuries.

When Yun Qing used all his strength to brush away the third person who wanted to sneak attack, he seemed to hear a familiar shout from outside the hall.

His eyes seemed to be stained red with blood, and his vision was filled with a hazy pink. Before he completely closed his eyes, he seemed to see the person he was thinking of at the gate beyond the righteous monk.

The man was wearing the snow-white gown when they first met, his eyebrows were still the same as before, but there was more anxiety and panic between the brows.

The stabbing pain in the abdomen added a new injury, Yun Qing could no longer support his broken body, and his knees hit the ground hard with a plopping sound.

There seemed to be wailing and begging for mercy from all around.

Yun Qing fell into a warm embrace, and he pressed against the man's chest, listening to the beating heart.

He closed his eyes, although he couldn't see the face of that person, but he was familiar with this hug.Yun Qing opened his mouth, but couldn't make a sound.

On his deathbed, he wanted to tell him.

My boy, don't be so sad.

It just started raining.

Moist water vapor floated in the air, and dark red blood slowly flowed out from the hall. Someone walked out of the hall, and the crow on the dead branch seemed to smell the smell of blood from a long distance away, screaming and flapping its wings Fly into the palace.

It passed the man at the door frame. The man's back was facing the hall full of corpses. Half of his face was covered by the drooping forehead hair, and his expression could not be seen clearly.

The young man in white was holding his good teacher in his arms. The man's long black hair was hanging down from his arms, and the already bright red robe was soaked in blood. The man's eyes were closed, and there was a trace of blood on the corner of his lips.

He was still beautiful, with water droplets splashing lightly on the brows of his brows, and he still kept his eyes closed.

It seemed that he was just sleeping quietly as usual.

Wen Zili lowered his head and looked at Yun Qing's face, obviously there was no emotion on his face, but he could still let others feel the sadness in his heart.

"Yun Qing."

He opened his mouth softly, his voice was hoarse like a wanderer who had been in the desert for ten days and hadn't taken a drop of water, with the desire to touch the water source, and the indelible despair of the endless desert.

Wen Zili looked at Yun Qing's sleeping face, slowly lowered his head, and left a kiss on his face.

"Let's go home."

Holding Yun Qing in his arms, Wen Zili walked towards the place where they came step by step, leaving footprints as red as plum blossoms on the ground that had just rained.

On the square outside the hall, a pear tree stands straight.

That was the symbol of when they first met. Wen Zili still remembered how the pear tree was luxuriant at that time, and when the wind blew, it whirled down snowflakes.

But now, the tree seemed to have been burned, and the dry branches were covered with burnt black char.

Wen Zili held the gradually cooling corpse in his arms, and stood three feet away from the pear tree.

At this moment, everything around him seemed to have changed.

He seemed to see that the scorched pear tree had sprouted again, accompanied by the fragrance it should have.

A figure appeared under the pear blossom tree, that person was extremely charming and beautiful, with the same appearance as the person in his arms, he had the most affectionate eyebrows and eyes in the world, smeared with vermilion rouge, wore bright red robes, tied fiery red hair He was holding a tree branch that had just been broken in his hand.

Just looking at him like this, bending his eyebrows, and smiling softly at him.

The scene of the two ended here, and with the director's satisfied order, the "corpse" that had fallen to the ground patted itself up and sat up, talking with each other.

"Not bad, this one can be passed at once."

The assistant director patted the producer on the shoulder and said approvingly.

"We can call it quits early today."

As summer approaches, the air gradually becomes humid and hot.Mosquitoes in the mountains are gradually increasing. It is definitely a good thing to be able to go back to the hotel to rest early.

The filming was over, but Wu Qianze didn't put down the wine in his arms, instead, he kept the posture of embracing him, standing on the spot, staring at the pear tree without moving.

Duan Jiu opened his eyes, looked at Wu Qianze's jawline and blinked.

"Qian Ze?"

He called out to him softly, but the latter turned a deaf ear and remained in this posture.

Duan Jiu had a bad feeling in his heart, Wu Qianze's appearance seemed to have appeared not long ago when his estrus was approaching.

This kid, won't it start again? ? ?

Duan Jiu stretched out his hand and shook Wu Qianze back and forth in front of Wu Qianze's eyes, then gently pushed Wu Qianze's chest, and then pulled Wu Qianze, who had fallen into the realm of self, out of his small world.

"what happened?"

Wu Qianze lowered her head, just in time to bump into Duan Jiu's concerned pupils.

"fine."

He said, but still didn't intend to put down Duan Jiu.

The other staff around seemed to have noticed the abnormality here. An assistant makeup artist with a ball head trotted up to them, and the corners of her lips could not be restrained, indicating that she was in a good mood at the moment.

"Teachers, today's filming scene is over, you can go to the changing room to change clothes and take off your makeup to rest."

Wu Qianze glanced at her indifferently, without saying much, he tightened the two arms holding Duan Jiu even tighter, then directly maintained the posture of holding Duan Jiu horizontally, raised his legs and walked towards the dressing room.

Duan Jiu's heart skipped a beat, and he leaned on Wu Qianze's shoulder to say thank you to Wanzitou for your hard work, and then Wu Qianze hugged him further and further away.

Only leaving the head of the ball and the rest of the staff to face each other on the ground.

What's the matter with this teacher?Why is it so strange?

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