Raiders infatuated beauty

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The blood curse of the flower demon Jilian made him a famous Ningxiang son in the three heavens, and also made him a bloodthirsty monster every year on his birthday.

After he was ten years old, he never celebrated his birthday. Every year on this day, he would stay in the room until dawn, and the night would pass safely.

Clouds drifted outside the window, covering half of the moon, and the shadows of the branches on the ground dissipated. The incident ten years ago also disappeared into the vast night with the shadow of the dried plum.

Young Master Huai was still leaning against the wall, talking about this incident seemed to waste a lot of his energy, he was quite tired, and leaned against the corner of the wall half lying and half sitting.

After he finished speaking, Su Jianshen didn't speak for a long time. Young Master Huai looked at the wound on his arm with a sarcasm on his lips, "Even you think it's ridiculous, don't you?"

It was hard for Su Jianshen to find any words to describe his mood at the moment, surprised?Accident?Perhaps apart from never thinking that Gong Zihuai had such a past, it is more a kind of distress.

In the past, the master always said that he was unlucky, and he himself felt that he was unlucky, and his parents died when he was born.

But now he feels that Young Master Huai is less fortunate than him.

Some things, if you have never owned them, you will not know what it is like to lose them.

For Su Jianshen, the friendship with his biological parents is too strange, it is like a wonderful storytelling in the mouth of a storyteller in a teahouse, like the eye-catching painting hanging in the ancestral hall , They were sealed in the book, sealed in the painting, and engraved in a past that he had never participated in.

They lived in the mouth of the master, in the genealogy of the Su family, and in Su Jianshen's dream.

In his life, father and mother were not clear enough, but they could not be denied. They always had a place in Su Jianshen's heart, and he couldn't help but make his heart tremble when he mentioned it.

But if it's sad, it's not too sad, if it's painful, it's even more out of the question.

Because it is not clear enough, and it has never been owned.

But Young Master Huai is different, he has owned it before, he knows what it's like to be hugged by his father, and what it's like to be doted on by his mother. These parental feelings are suddenly lost in front of his eyes, and from now on, he will never give up. Will own it again, what kind of mood should I feel in my heart?

Su Jianshen had a lot of things to ask him, and wanted to ask him if he was sad at the time?I want to ask him how dare he deal with that flower demon alone?I also want to ask him what was going through his mind when he slept that day?

He raised his head and saw the bright moon hanging in the night sky, big and round, like the moon on August [-]th, which is the day of reunion, but he is the same as him, in this life, never again I can't get together anymore.

All his words and questions came to his lips, but he didn't ask any more. He just said, "Today is your birthday, right?"

Young Master Huai was stunned for a moment, he didn't expect Su Jianshen to ask this after hearing this matter, he thought he would be somewhat curious about what happened back then.

But when he suddenly heard him ask this question, he was a bit unexpected, so he responded in a low voice, "Yes."

Su Jianshen was sitting on the ground, with his feet arched, holding the half of the torn material in his hand, intending to bandage his wrist, but at this moment, he didn't have any intention of bandaging, so he just put it on his leg, He smiled and said, "If I had known, I would have gone back earlier, so that I could celebrate your birthday."

Young Master Huai said indifferently, "I'm already past my birthday."

"Because of this?" Su Jianshen glanced at Young Master Huai, alluding to bloodthirsty.

Young Master Huai raised his eyebrows to look at him, "Yes."

He didn't seem to want to talk about it, or he had nothing to say, and after a light "um", he looked out the window in a blink of an eye.

Su Jianshen knew that this incident would forever leave a knot in his heart. Even though Mr. Huai said this matter so plainly, he knew that Mr. Huai was buried deep in his heart, and there was a time when he could not calm down. waves.

Whenever I recall this matter, I pat my heart over and over again to let him understand that some things are just suitable for burying, and cannot be said, cannot be thought of, but cannot be forgotten.

Su Jianshen moved towards him, got very close, and said with a smile, "Shall I tell your fortune?"

The young master didn't move, just looked at him flatly, and asked, "You know fortune-telling?"

Su Jianshen knew that he didn't believe him, so he quickly said, "Why not, you think I've learned for nothing for so many years, and I can still click on simple palm reading."

After he finished speaking, he continued with a smile and said, "How about it? Would you like me to do the math for you?"

Su Jianshen really didn't know how to do it, and Young Master Huai didn't know whether it was a true letter or a fake letter, but under Su Jianshen's strong gaze, he stretched out his hand.

Young master Huai's hands are big, slender and white, looking very soft in the moonlight, they really look like a pair of scholar's hands, but he knows that there is a hidden strength between the bones of these hands.

Su Jianshen finely filed the lines on his palm, his expression fluctuated, and his voice concealed his thoughts. The more he spoke, his voice gradually lowered: "The lines are clear but there are some twists and turns. Your fate is ill-fated because There is one person missing in my life.”

Young Master Huai seemed to know that he was talking nonsense, and he didn't expose it. He felt a little funny in his heart, and he only raised his eyebrows and asked, "Who is missing?"

Su Jianshen said slowly: "There is a lack of someone who can save you from bad luck to good luck."

Young Master Huai couldn't help but raised the corners of his mouth, and at the end of his eyes borrowed a smear of red from the falling flowers outside the window, which was a bit bright and eye-catching, and said, "I don't know, how can I find this person?"

Su Jianshen squeezed his palms with both hands, his palms were not as soft as he thought, on the contrary they were cold and hard, the traces of blue veins could be vaguely seen on the back of his hands, the strength between the finger bones seemed to be in harmony with The veins were hidden in the hand together.

Su Jianshen raised his eyes to look at him, "It's far away in the sky, but it's close in front of us."

Young Master Huai couldn't help it, he laughed, but his smile was never presumptuous enough, it was faint, and he didn't know whether it was because of being detained or because of his own temperament.

Seeing his smile, Su Jianshen seemed to feel relieved in his heart, and also smiled, "How is it, does it feel much better?"

The young master smiled and said, "Thank you."

Su Jianshen was still pinching the hand of the young master's arms with both hands, and he didn't know if he forgot to let go because of the excitement of talking, or because there was a faint force in his body that was pulling him, and this force was pulling him, making him unable to restrain himself.

The young master's arms are bigger than his. Although Su Jianshen is holding him like this, at first glance, it looks like he is holding him in the palm of his hand.

Su Jian smiled deeply, "Second Young Master treats me sincerely, so I naturally treat Second Young Master sincerely."

The torn long cloth fell at Su Jianshen's feet, whirled lightly with the night wind, and then blew to the feet of Young Master Huai. He caught a glimpse of Su Jianshen's smiling face, and then caught glimpses of it. After seeing the wound on his arm, he asked in a low voice, "Does it hurt?"

Su Jian was stunned for a moment, and he couldn't tell whether there was any distress or concern in these words. Young Master Huai's face was still calm, but the words twisted and twisted from the wind, and then reached his ears, unexpectedly Something has changed.

He subconsciously opened his mouth and said, it doesn't hurt.

But when it came to his mouth, seeing Young Master Huai staring at his arm, he suddenly changed his words and said in a low voice, "It hurts."

He was covering his elbows, his face was in pain, he gasped a few times from time to time, his eyes rolled darkly, although his head was lowered, he couldn't help looking at the young master's arms from the corner of his eye.

Young Master Huai gave him such a look, lowered his head and picked up the long cloth on the ground, stretched out his hand and said, "Give it to me."

Su Jianshen obediently put his hands in the palm of Young Master Huai's palm. Under the moonlight, Young Master Huai's face was gentle. He gently wrapped the long cloth on Su Jianshen's wound, wrapped it round and round, and looked at it in a blink of an eye. Su Jianshen asked, "What's wrong?"

Su Jian was stunned for a moment, then quickly retracted his arms, and replied, "Actually, I was joking with you, and it doesn't hurt at all."

He raised his eyes and looked at Young Master Huai again, probably because he was afraid that he would not believe it, and said: "Really, I was just joking with you just now, such a small injury doesn't hurt at all."

Young Master Huai bandaged the wound for him, and said with a smile, "If there are any scars left, it's okay to have an extra pair of chopsticks in such a big place in Young Master's Mansion."

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