I have a special skill for dismantling CP

After the first life is over, go to Huangquan Road again.

Back at Juhun Tower, Situ Zhen went straight to Yuexun Tower.

Long time no see, I really miss him a little bit.

I still remember that before this reincarnation, I had a little awkward fight with Yue Xunlou, and I don't know if he is still angry with me.

"Xunlou!" Situ Zhen pushed the door open and came in, unexpectedly, besides Yue Xunlou, there was another stranger in the room. The two were sitting by the window, toasting and drinking together, talking and laughing at Yanyan.

Situ Zhen was slightly surprised, and stopped by the door.

I have known Yue Xun upstairs for a hundred years, this is the first time Situ Zhen saw him chatting and laughing with others.In Situ Chen's impression, Yue Xunlou has always been lonely and aloof, rarely getting close to others.When they first met, it was also Situ Zhen who stalked him shamelessly, and he got impatient with being pestered, so he pretended to talk a little bit.It was astonishing to see him now conversing happily with this stranger.

Situ Zhen looked at the stranger, dressed in white, very handsome, sitting with Yue Xunlou, very pleasing to the eye.

"Surely this is Brother Situ?" Without waiting for Yue Xunlou to answer, the stranger stood up and said with a smile, "I often hear Xunlou mention you. My name is Dengtu Jialing..."

Situ Zhen burst out laughing, and felt that this was not polite, so he hurriedly said, "Sorry."

Dengtu Jialing said helplessly: "Ninety percent of the people who hear my name are Brother Situ, and I have long since seen it. But I still want to declare that although my surname is Dengtu, I am by no means a Dengtuzi. .”

Situ Zhen smiled, did not answer, turned to look at Yue Xunlou, but saw him drinking by himself, as if he didn't know his existence.

Situ Zhen couldn't help feeling sad, thinking he was still angry with himself.

Dengtu Jialing smiled and said, "Brother Situ, let's have a drink together."

Situ Zhen was about to answer, but Yue Xunlou said indifferently: "He is not good at drinking."

Hearing this, Situ Zhen forced a smile and said: "Yes, I'm not good at drinking, so I won't disturb your pleasure. See you later."

After all, Situ Zhen closed the door and came out, and returned to his room dejectedly.

In the next few days, Situ Zhen could hear the sound of drinking and chatting next door every day.

For some reason, Situ Zhen felt a little depressed.

After staying there for a few days without interest, he planned to return to the world.

Before leaving, he lingered in front of the Yuexun building for a while, and heard the two people talking happily inside, but he didn't go in to say goodbye after all, turned around and left.

***

The desolate ancient road is like the setting sun of blood.

In the distance, a man staggered forward.

Judging from his description, he is about [-] years old, but his figure is tall and straight, his face is handsome, and his hidden power makes people dare not look at him closely.

The man carried a dark iron epee on his back. It was blunt and without a sharp edge, without complicated carvings or carvings, but it faintly made people feel that it was not ordinary.

Behind the man, a five or six-year-old boy followed step by step.

The boy was dressed in rags, and his small face was also dirty, but if you look closely at his facial features, they are all delicate, like a fairy boy.

In the depths of winter, he was only wearing a thin shirt full of patches. The shoe on his left foot seemed to have been lost. His little bare foot had been cut by stepping on the gravel road. There were several cuts, and blood mixed with dust stuck to the wounds.

But the boy didn't feel any pain, and followed the man in front closely, for fear of losing track.

The man staggered, his figure wobbled, and he was about to fall to the ground.

The boy trotted over, reaching out to help him, but the man turned his head to look at him, not showing off his anger, and the boy timidly withdrew his hand.

The man said coldly: "Don't follow me anymore, or I will kill you."

The boy bowed his head and said nothing.

The man walked forward, but the boy deliberately lagged a few steps before trotting to follow.

At the end of the road is a pond.

On the edge of the pond, a simple wooden house was built.

The man pushed the door open, and closed the door with a bang.

The boy stared blankly at the wooden door for a moment, then raised his little hand that was red with cold and put it on the door, but he didn't dare to push it open after all.

He sat down on the threshold, hugged his trembling little body, and curled up into a ball.

It was getting dark quickly.

The cold wind howled, and thick ice formed in the pond, showing that the weather was very cold.

The boy was still huddled in front of the door, with his head buried in his knees, as if he had fallen asleep.

It seemed to be dreaming again, whispering in a low voice: "Mother, it's so cold, hug Yun'er...Mother..."

The closed wooden door behind him suddenly opened with a "squeak", and the man stood leaning against the door with a pale face, looking at the boy at the door.

Unable to bear it in his heart, the man bent down and picked up the boy, as if touching the wound on his body, his expression was extremely painful.

Turn around and enter the room, close the door, put the boy on the side of the bed, and the man will lie down on it.

There was only some hay on the bed, not even a bedding.

But without the torment of the cold wind, the boy still slept more peacefully.

The man was lying next to him in his clothes, his face was extremely pale, and there was no trace of blood on his lips, as if he had suffered a serious injury.

The boy still felt cold, and instinctively looked for a heat source, and when he turned over, he touched the man's body.

The boy nestled into his arms, finally feeling warm, and a smile appeared on his little face.

***

When the first rays of sunlight came in, the boy woke up.

As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw the side face of the man close at hand, the boy was startled, and immediately withdrew from his arms, shrunk to the corner.

The man was still sleeping peacefully.

The boy looked at him fixedly, and suddenly laughed.

The boy tiptoed to his side and called out in a low voice: "Dugu Sheng..."

The man who was called Dugu Sheng didn't seem to notice, and was still asleep.

The boy took courage and called again: "Father..."

This was the first time in his life that he uttered this word, and his whole heart was shaking.Although he didn't get any response, he still felt extremely happy.

His father was really good-looking, he was carved out of the same mold as he imagined his father to be.

The boy reached out to touch his face, but the tentacles jumped.

So hot!I have a fever!

The boy's heart tightened, and he shouted loudly: "Dugu Sheng! Wake up! Dugu Sheng! Wake up!"

Dugu Sheng didn't respond at all.

The boy was sure that he was not asleep, but unconscious.

The boy jumped off the bed over him and ran out the door with the tub in his hand.

When I came to the pond, I picked up a stone and smashed a hole in the ice, scooped out a basin of clear water, and hurried back to the wooden house.

Putting the tub on the bedside, the boy started to take off Dugu Sheng's clothes, a bloody and oblique wound appeared on his strong chest, which was shocking.

The boy soaked the towel, wrung it dry, and carefully wiped away the blood around the wound.

Not long after, a basin of clear water was stained with dark red blood.

The boy went to change another basin of water, and began to wipe Dugu Sheng's whole body, his strong chest, firm waist, and slender limbs.

After about five or six pots of water were changed, the high fever on Dugu Sheng's body slowly subsided.

Only then did the boy feel relieved, he lit a fire in the middle of the room, and dried Dugu Sheng's sweaty clothes before covering him again.

Then he ran to the pond to catch a fish, gutted it, and roasted it carefully over the fire.

When the fish was cooked, Dugu Sheng also woke up.

The boy put the fragrant fish in Dugu Sheng's hand, glanced at his expression, then turned and went out silently.

"Stop." Dugu Sheng said hoarsely, "Come here."

The boy came back timidly.

Dugu Sheng handed him the fish and ordered: "Eat."

The boy muttered, "I'm not... not hungry, you can eat."

Dugu Sheng said coldly, "Don't make me say it a second time."

The boy didn't want to make him angry, so he took it obediently, tore off a piece of fish and put it in his mouth, and put the rest of the fish in Dugu Sheng's hand, saying, "You can eat a little too."

Dugu Sheng ignored him, put on his clothes enduring the pain from the tearing wound, and asked, "Name?"

The boy gulped down the fish meat that had not yet been chewed, and said, "Zhu Qingyun. My mother always calls me Yun'er."

Dugu Sheng put on his clothes, tore off a large piece of fish, and stuffed it roughly into Zhu Qingyun's mouth, saying, "Why are you following me?"

Zhu Qingyun chewed the fish with difficulty while puffing out his cheeks, bowed his head and remained silent.

Dugu Sheng said impatiently, "Answer!"

Zhu Qingyun trembled in fright, her glazed eyes were filled with tears.

Dugu Sheng shouted: "Don't cry!"

Zhu Qingyun hurriedly wiped his eyes with his sleeve, and said, "I didn't cry, it was because my eyes were smoked."

Dugu Sheng looked at him and asked again: "Why are you following me?"

Zhu Qingyun raised his eyes to look at him, and met his gaze, hurriedly lowered his head, and stammered, "Because...because...you are me...my father..."

Dugu Sheng said: "Who told you that I am your father? Your mother?"

Zhu Qingyun said: "No... No one told me, but I just know that you... are my father."

Dugu Sheng was silent for a moment, then said in a deep voice, "I'm not your father."

Zhu Qingyun lowered his head and responded.

Dugu Sheng said: "Don't call me daddy, did you hear me?"

Zhu Qingyun nodded.

Dugu Sheng asked, "Are you full?"

Zhu Qingyun nodded.

Dugu Sheng said: "Go get a basin of water."

Zhu Qingyun went out with the wooden basin.