Tao is impermanent

The chill was piercing, and Hei Wuchang sat silently on the locust wood round stool, his hands and feet were so cold that he didn't feel it.

He didn't know, didn't know when it started, the only people around him were Xiaobai.Maybe it was at the beginning, or it was a long time ago, even in his lost memory.

How could he be able to make Xiaobai feel so heartbroken?He doesn't understand, he really doesn't understand.Why, and why, Xiaobai wants to do this.

The coldness was lingering, and slowly soaked into his heart from the soles of his feet. He suppressed a mouthful of blood in his mouth, and felt his whole body was cold, like a sculpture without heat.

Time passed slowly, and in the bright green light of the luminous pearl, a bloodstain fell from the corner of his mouth onto his thin black clothes.

He didn't care much about wiping off the slightly congealed blood at the corner of his mouth with his fingers, his face was expressionless, but when he looked at the bright red color in his hand, he showed a slightly dazed expression.

After a while, he finally came back to his senses, and frantically wiped away the almost congealed blood around his mouth. His hands were quite strong, as if he was rubbing his hands angrily to vent his hatred.

When Bai Wuchang came back, he saw such a picture.

On weekdays, the dull-headed Mulanzi had a face full of shame and indignation that he had been violated, tears glistened in his angry eyes, and the corners of his mouth were red, as if he had been raped, kissed, and kissed.

No matter how cleverly Bai Wuchang calculated and strategized, he couldn't figure out what was going on at this moment.

Holding the osmanthus cake box for Hei Wuchang in his hand, he stood awkwardly at the door, hesitating for a while.Bai Wuchang's brain, which has been smart for thousands of years, encountered an insurmountable problem.

Did it make a sound?Or leave silently?

He frowned slightly, lowered his head and stared at the carton of sweet-scented osmanthus cake for a while, and finally walked in.

He thought about the reaction he should make at this moment, simulated it in his mind, and then said coldly with confidence: "Your sweet-scented osmanthus cake." However, there is still that invariable sense of ridicule.

He silently closed his mouth, and after contemplating his tone, he opened his mouth again, asking softly, "Do you want to eat?"

Only then did Hei Wuchang seem to hear his voice, he paused slightly, and slowly turned around, with a hint of dodge in his eyes.

Bai Wuchang frowned secretly, he pursed his lips, and tentatively met the man's dodging eyes.Sure enough, as he expected, the man looked away slowly like a frightened rabbit, and after the man concealed it a little, he turned around and smirked, saying, "Xiaobai, come here. I've been waiting for a long time."

Bai Wuchang pursed his lips, and his usual habitual smile disappeared, but he didn't see through Hei Wuchang's dodge to him, he just listened to what he said and sat down slowly, uncovered the sweet-scented osmanthus cake wrapped in kraft paper, pushed In front of Hei Wuchang.

Hei Wuchang looked happy, immediately grabbed a piece of sweet-scented osmanthus cake and devoured it voraciously, praising it while eating, "Is it Tao's sweet-scented osmanthus cake? Hmm..." His mouth was full, and he could barely speak clearly.

Bai Wuchang tilted his head slightly, with his index finger and middle finger resting on his temples, carefully observing the ugly eating of the man in black in front of him, but for some reason, his previous depression dissipated a lot, and inadvertently, he showed a gentle smile.

While hiding his embarrassment, Hei Wuchang secretly glanced at Xiaobai from the corner of his eye. At this time, Xiaobai still had a cold smile on his face, but his eyes were watery, his phoenix eyes were slightly squinted, and his eyes were half closed. It's delicious.

Hei Wuchang gulped down the sweet-scented osmanthus cake in his mouth and lost his appetite for a while.He put down the last piece of sweet-scented osmanthus cake he took a bite out of, pushed the kraft paper to Xiaobai's place, nodded on the table, and asked stupidly, "Xiaobai, do you want to eat?"

Xiaobai paused for a moment as he tapped his index finger on his temple, then stretched his body, his phoenix eyes were singled out, still squinting, his voice was slightly raised, and the mockery in his tone only increased. "Give me?"

Hei Wuchang secretly scolded himself to be damned, how could he give Xiaobai the one he had bitten, isn't this an "ungrateful" person?

Remembering Xiaobai's kindness to him, he quickly explained. "Ah, I thought there were a few pieces left..." Who would have thought that I ate so quickly...

Hei Wuchang was about to say some more remedies, but he didn't expect that Xiaobai had already casually twisted the bitten osmanthus cake, put it to his mouth, opened his mouth and took a bite, and that bite was facing the one that Hei Wuchang had just bitten. On the opposite side, there seems to be an inexplicable sense of symmetry.

Hei Wuchang was tongue-tied, and finally had no choice but to forcefully suppress Xiaobai's desire. He watched in silence as Xiaobai ate up the sweet-scented osmanthus cake that he had already bitten into.

Maybe it was a bit of pastry stained on his finger, so Xiaobai licked his index finger, then frowned, then stuck out his tongue and licked his thumb.

Heiwuchang's head was suddenly stunned.

He actually thinks... Xiaobai is very sexy?

He pinched his tiger's mouth hard, and then he regained his swinging consciousness.He was sullen and didn't know how to speak, but he heard that Xiaobai had already asked him one step ahead of him. "What just happened?"

Heiwuchang raised his face, but saw the white handkerchief that Xiaobai had taken out from nowhere, and was carefully wiping his fingers with his slightly drooping eyes.While wiping, he asked again without raising his head: "Why did you look so out of your mind just now, and why was your mouth so red?"

His voice was clear and cold. If he hadn't seen the flash of embarrassment in his eyes, Hei Wuchang would really have thought that Xiaobai was asking him "what's for dinner tomorrow?" I don't care either.

Rao Heiwuchang had already thought that Xiaobai was not as calm and calm as he appeared on the surface, but the moment he really saw the evidence, he was entangled.

He thought that Xiaobai would never be sad.

Hei Wuchang's heart was stuffy, he couldn't tell what it was like, he just started to feel that such a duplicity of Xiaobai was worthless.This person is really impossible to watch and ignore, how much he has to pay silently, how many times he has been hurt, so that he will not continue to be so stupid.

He replied in a muffled voice: "It's nothing, it's just that the guy who was scolded by Qingming as a pig and a dog is so angry that he vomited blood."

The movements in Bai Wuchang's hands stopped, and a cold light flashed in his eyes. He squinted his eyes and asked naturally, "Huh? What did she scold you for?"

Hei Wuchang was inexplicably stimulated by his ordinary sentence to give goosebumps all over his body. It wasn't because of the cold weather. Although there was also this part of the reason, it wasn't caused by his illness. Although there were still some reasons, the most important thing was The reason is that he felt the strong killing intent in this sentence and the bastard spirit unconsciously revealed in it.

Thinking like this, Hei Wuchang felt chills all over his body because of a problem in his thinking, he smiled wryly again and again, finally made up his mind, and asked abruptly. "Listen to Qingming, do you know about my condition?"

He silently watched Xiaobai's performance, but seeing that Xiaobai just folded the white handkerchief and put it in the skirt of his clothes, he nodded without defending or explaining.

Seeing him like this, Hei Wuchang suddenly felt sour.He looked away and spoke with difficulty. "Thank you, Xiaobai."

"You're welcome." The voice was calm and without a trace of waves.

Hei Wuchang opened his eyes wide in surprise because of these words, he turned his head quickly, but saw that Xiaobai's smile had disappeared, only the indifferent language was left, just like a creature without emotion, following the pattern sentence by sentence The words are arranged bluntly.

Hei Wuchang was unwilling to look away this time, but just stared at Xiaobai who had no emotion at all, and his mind was spinning.How much Xiaobai has suppressed his own feelings in the dark, so much so that when he talks about it now, he lets it go, as if he has rehearsed it thousands of times in his heart, as if he has thought that he will be discovered by himself.

Thinking about it this way, Hei Wuchang really wanted to hear how Xiao Bai would deal with this matter.

Seeing that Hei Wuchang didn't express anything, Xiaobai didn't intend to change the topic, and seemed to be a little bit embarrassed, he pursed his lips, and spoke again with difficulty. "Taking care of... the sick is the right thing to do."

Smart and astute as Xiaobai, it seems that he already knew that Qingming might have told him everything he did silently.

Hei Wuchang secretly sighed in his heart, and even began to feel a little nostalgia for the world.If I live with Xiaobai all the time, maybe I won’t be as lonely as I used to be... My former self, why was he so stubborn and unrepentant through the ages, and never found Xiaobai’s goodness? Instead, he kept avoiding Xiaobai and didn't pay attention to Xiaobai.

There was a slight tremor in Xiaobai's eyes, Hei Wuchang felt more and more reluctant to face Xiaobai who showed a fragile posture in front of him for the first time.

While cursing himself as a "scumbag", he slightly parted his lips.

All voices disappeared at this moment, and the only thing that could be heard clearly was his own dark and hoarse voice.

He heard himself say involuntarily: "I don't want to die, can you help me?"

After saying this, he noticed the joy that flashed in Xiao Bai's eyes because of his words, but it was quietly buried by himself.

Really cute.Hei Wuchang thought.His whole body began to feel warm, and the coldness in his body seemed to leave him in an instant.

Does this mean that all sorrows will fade with time, and all despair will be healed by time?

In the desolate and rainy night, the turbid black smoke can't reach the end of the thousand sails, and it's just a passing cloud.

So right and wrong, right and wrong, don't bump into the south wall, right and wrong, how can you speak?

When you are alone on a lonely river, when you are finally tired, why not find someone to be your companion?Why not!

☆、Chapter 8