why mirror words

What kind of injury is the most painful?

Why are you asking this?

because--

In the small garden in the afternoon, the sun is warm and comfortable.

He was sitting in a wheelchair, his slightly sickly pale face looked a little more bloody against the sunlight.

His long silver hair hung down his shoulders, and his long hair covered his eyes, making it difficult for people to see his expression clearly.

The corners of his lips rose slightly, showing that he should be in a good mood at the moment.

He is not dead? !

Being pierced through the chest by that out-of-control unicorn, breaking such a bloody hole, and actually surviving, really, I can’t tell you what special feeling, maybe, his life is really so hard, it’s not certain ah!Although, that serious injury also brought him some other effects...

"Do you want some water?" A man's rare and gentle voice came from beside my ear.

He smiled slightly, and looked sideways, "Thank you." He reached out, took the water glass he handed over, and took a sip. It was neither cold nor hot, and it was just right.

"Qilin, I..." The man seemed to be at a loss as to where to start, and his eyes were fixed on the person in front of him. Since the day he woke up, they hadn't really spoken a few words. talk!He didn't know what to say, and he didn't know what else to do.

Looking up, in his deep blue peach blossom eyes, the sharpness and confrontation when he faced him has faded away, only calm and gentleness remain, looking at this handsome man who is not like a mortal, in his mind, one by one Moving past those indelible images, it's all about this man!There are indifferent, ruthless, cruel scenes, but also tender and painful scenes...

That was the moment before he thought he was going to die. He will always remember that when he was lying in his arms covered in blood, his tears just fell on his face. For the first time, he did not It was the first time that even his name was called by his first name. When he saw him, he shed tears——

In his perception, Sikong Shaye is a cold-blooded guy.

When Xiao Xie died, he didn't show the slightest expression. Even when Xiao Jie died, he was indifferent. He thought that he was really ruthless to the extreme. However, when he really shed tears for him, he But I also feel that all this is so illusory!

Recalling this, he slowly stretched out a hand, held the other's big cold hand, raised his eyes and smiled: "This time, there are really only two of us left, really..." Only Let them go... tears, just like that, fall.

Sikong Shaye looked at him, the temperature in his palm was warm, he squatted down, raised his eyes to look at his eyes blurred by tears at the moment, he would not say nice words, nor would he comfort others, he just clenched his hands His hand, one hand caressed his face, wiped his tears, "you still have me, I still have you, that's enough, promise me, don't leave me again, I don't want to lose you again ..." He never told him when he fell in love with him, just like, he always regarded him as the most annoying person, even his number one enemy, he never What was explained.

Whether he calls him inhuman or heartless, he doesn't care!He is selfish, but who is not selfish?

As long as he sees her in his eyes, he can use Xue Xiaoxie to annoy him all the time, because he knows that he likes her, but not getting her is the greatest pain, so at that time, he will propose That request, as long as it can make him remember himself, even if it is hate, what's the matter? !He felt that he had covered it up very well, including his stupid younger brother, who really thought that the person he loved was Xue Xiaoxie, but what he didn't expect was that someone would find out, it was Xiaojie.

Conspiracies, dead ends, betrayal of betrayal, death of death, disappearance of disappearance, in the end, it was just a game set up by one person because of excessive boredom, because of this ridiculous game, he almost lost him, When he was lying in his arms covered in blood, he realized what the most painful wound in the world is, and he knew what it is to be afraid...

"Sikong Saya, we will go to hell." He laughed jokingly.

"I have been prepared to go to hell since a long time ago, Qilin, are you willing to accompany me?" He looked at him with gentle eyes, but he was not confident.

He pursed his lips and smiled, "This is my last judgment. For you, what I will choose is the betrayal of my most loyal person. Sikong Saya, have you made up your mind yet?"

"What do you think?" Sikong Saya smiled suddenly. He had never smiled before, but his smile was extraordinarily good-looking. Hua Qilin was slightly taken aback, but his cheeks were a little red. In fact, Sikong Saya smiled very well. charming......

Leaning over and kissing him lightly between the eyebrows, "Sikong Shaye, don't die, don't forget, what you owe me will never be enough..."

"Obey." He looked at him tenderly, this person will be the treasure of his life, he will never let him get hurt again, never again——

florist.

In that flower room, I thought of the melodious sound of the piano.

Hua Ningzhan stood outside the greenhouse, with a slightly complicated expression on his face, staring at the figure that could only be described as familiar and unfamiliar to him.

Indifferent and ruthless, noble and elegant, gentle and cruel, these may not be enough to describe him!

He has an extremely beautiful face, this face has probably reached the point where it cannot be expressed in words!A jade-like chin, a knife-sharpened nose, a pair of black-rimmed glasses, a pair of slender but dangerously attractive, and seemingly otherworldly, cold golden eyes, just staring intently Looking at the black and white keys.

That long black hair, like black jade, was tied with a dark red down silk ribbon, a line of elegant temptation.

His slender ten fingers were flying over the keys, and the wonderful sound of the piano came out smoothly from between his ten fingers.

This face, this person, is more unfamiliar to him, even though he has exactly the same face as the mirror, but he can still tell the difference between them at first sight, he is—— Flowery maple.

"Me and the mirror image? Ah Zhan." Suddenly, Hua Ningfeng asked, but he still didn't stop what he was doing.

Hua Ningzhan was slightly startled, stared at his back, and didn't speak, because he didn't know what purpose he had. It can be said that he appeared in the hall of Hua's house very suddenly, and everyone saw Hua who came back suddenly Everyone was astonished when they touched the maple!It is not that simple for a person who fell off a cliff and disappeared for nearly seven or eight months to appear so suddenly and shock people, especially when he saw his mother who "resurrected from the dead" The calmness shown can be described as unbelievable!

"It doesn't matter if you don't want to answer, I think, you must be thinking at this moment, am I really Hua Ningfeng, right?" At this point, he stopped playing, turned around slowly, and looked at me with a pair of eyes. There were no golden eyes of any other color, just like that, looking at him quietly, unbelievably calm.

Facing his gaze, Hua Ningzhan had no expression on his face, "There is nothing to doubt, you are safe and sound now, so he can rest assured."

"Oh?" The corners of Hua Ningfeng's lips curled up, Hua Ningfeng's eyes flickered with amusement, stood up, walked gracefully in front of Hua Ningzhan, stretched out his hand, patted his shoulder, leaned close to his ear, and said in a low voice: "Do you want to save Ye Liuyu?"

His pupils widened suddenly, and he opened his mouth, but he didn't know what to say, but his heart was filled with shock.

"Ye Liuyu's necklace was given to him by me. You must have learned a lot from Tirance, right? So, I think you should have guessed the way to save Ye Liuyu..."

After saying this, Hua Ningfeng left him alone in a daze, and left.

in the hallway.

"Hua Qilin has woken up." A cold voice suddenly sounded.

Hua Ningfeng stopped in his tracks, complexities flashed through his golden phoenix eyes, but in the end he said nothing, and glanced at the crystal glass greenhouse surrounded by dark blue and pure white roses, there was a slight warmth in his eyes , Mirror, how are you doing now?Did you know he's back...

"Qingtong." He suddenly said.

"Master, what's the matter?" Green pupils and dark green eyes watched his back, waiting for his orders and instructions.

"Tell Murong Zheyu that you can start preparing..."

"Yes." After speaking, the figure disappeared.

He raised his eyes and glanced at the blue sky, but there was too much uneasiness in his heart!He wasn't quite sure where this anxiety came from, but he knew very well in his heart that everything was so calm before the storm, but how long could this calm appearance last?

After recovering his memory, he chose to return to Hua's house. Whether it was right or wrong, only God knows...

The things Chi Le said to him caused him to fall into an unprecedented confusion.

A few days ago, I received news from Hua Ningzhan that he had already returned to Hua's house. In addition, he also brought him a big news, Ning Feng, is he back? ! !

In fact, when he learned of all this, he wanted to go back to Hua's house for a moment. He really wanted to know how Ning Feng has been doing in the past few months...but think about it carefully , with Murong Zheyu taking care of Xiaofeng, what should he worry about?The most worrying thing now should be Wei Ziyan, that idiot, right?

I don't know where this guy was taken by that person. All the signs about Wei Ziyan seemed to have been obliterated and disappeared without a trace. It's like, there is no such person as him in this world. Same.

He searched many places, went to many places that Wei Ziyan frequented, and asked many people who had a normal relationship with Wei Ziyan, but the answers he got shocked him. None of these people Know Wei Ziyan? !Even Wei Ziyan's agent, Willies, didn't seem to think that he had brought such an artist. The artist that Willies brought was called Bai Chuan, and what made him even more at a loss was when he saw "Floating Life" broadcast on the TV station. In the "Beauty of Love", the artist who played Ji Yejun also turned into Bai Chuan? !

Including those albums by Wei Ziyan, all of them have become Bai Chuan's name. Even the wife of the Count of Lothar doesn't remember that she had a son Wei Ziyan. People forget the existence of Wei Ziyan overnight...

He is really going crazy now!

Are these people crazy, or is his memory confused and hallucinating? !In other words, he has not woken up from a dream, Wei Ziyan is a person imagined by himself, and does not exist in the first place? !

However, if this is really the case, then why does Xiao Yi still remember Wei Ziyan, A Zhan also remembers, and even Murong Zheyu, but why did it become like this? !

No!He remembered the last words Chi Le said to him, Wei Ziyan is safe now...

Who is playing tricks? !

If it wasn't for someone deliberately manipulating everything behind the scenes, then who could explain this weird phenomenon? !Can a person's existence really be wiped out so easily?

The person who can do this, except for that person, he can't think of anyone else who can do it——

Walk to the beach alone.

The white cabin is still there, push open the fence, the white swing under the tree is shaking slightly, it seems that this one is kept very clean, push open the door, everything inside is intact, the bedroom Inside, there are all kinds of pillows and dolls all over the floor, and one wall is covered with photos. The protagonists in the photos are all of him and Xiaofeng, and some are photos of him and A Zhan together.

From the bookcase, he took out a photo album, walked outside, sat down on the swing, flipped through the photo album, his lips curved more and more tenderly.

"Jing, you really are here."

An unusually familiar voice drifted into his ears, and he slowly raised his eyes in a daze, looking at the slender figure standing not far from him. The other party's equally beautiful golden eyes were watching him gently, slowly ground, like he came over.

As Hua Ningfeng walked, he said: "You went to see Qilin, but you just haven't come to see me, Jing, it's been five years, and we haven't seen each other for five years..." With the most As soon as the words were finished, he still walked in front of him, lowered his head, and raised his hand to caress this face that was exactly like him, feeling more helpless and melancholy in his heart.

"Are you... okay?" There were so many things he wanted to say, that he didn't know where to start.

Hua Ningfeng smiled slightly, leaned over, and kissed him lightly between the eyebrows, "Brother, you still haven't changed at all, you're still so gentle..."

gentle?him?

Hua Ningjing smiled bitterly, he was actually not gentle at all, not at all—

The seaside under the moonlight is tantamount to a beautiful scenery.

The stars are full of stars, and the moonlight is like water.

Sitting on a rock, facing the gentle salty sea breeze, it is so calm, it is rare to have a moment of tranquility!

Xiao Yi became the size of a cat, squatting beside him, quietly, very obedient.

Touching his little head, Hua Ningjing's eyes were gentle, "You miss that idiot too, don't you?" This sentence seemed to be said to Xiaoyi, but it seemed to be asking himself, looking blankly at him. Xianghai, he doesn't know where he is, or, maybe, is he really just a dream of his?

He himself didn't know——

Wei Ziyan, where are you now...

Moonlight is like water.

In the dark forest, facing the icy moonlight, a slender black figure stood on the top of the tree canopy. The cold wind blew this person's extremely dazzling long golden hair. Under the frosty moonlight, this man's face The silver mask on his face reflects a cold and merciless luster.

whoosh-

A black figure flashed by quickly, quietly and steadily landed behind this person, wearing a black robe, no one knew what kind of face the person under the hood had.

"Why are you looking for me?" The man asked so coldly.

Hearing the question from the person behind him, the person turned his head slightly. Under the moonlight, such a pair of ruthless golden eyes stared at the person behind him coldly, "It's time for you to make a choice, you You should understand that he is not someone who will give up so easily, even if you are already a dead person in name—"

"Hmph, this sentence should be said to yourself, he, the person you hate the most, but you..."

The man mocked coldly, his voice full of boundless ridicule.

The man was silent for a moment, but he raised his eyes to look at the waning moon in the night, and a sneer slowly appeared on his lips: "But don't forget, it's your cowardice and selfishness that caused this That catastrophe back then is also the crime you owe."

Faced with this person's ironic rebuttal, the person behind him was silent for a while, but in the end he didn't say a word, turned around and left, before leaving, he still left a sentence——

"I don't need you to remind me of the crimes I committed! I will not escape, you should figure out your own affairs first! Don't forget how much he wants your life... ..."

These words just drifted into my ears along with the sound of the wind.

Even without that person's reminder, he knew very well in his heart that according to [his] temper, how could he let him go so easily?

However, now, he has no way of knowing where [him] is, nor can he guess what [his] intention is, or, he doesn't know what [he] wants to do, what his purpose is... .

Everything, before he appeared, was just an unknown——

This is the crime they committed, and no one can escape it.

"What are your plans now?"

A cold voice came suddenly.

He raised his eyes slightly, and looked at the afterimage under the moonlight in the distance. In those cold golden eyes, a few lines of bitterness and complexity emerged.

"Are you planning?"

He asked himself, but, to his disappointment, he himself didn't know what to do now.

The moment of calm is just making final preparations for the next moment of storm. No one knows whether the next second will be the beginning of disaster. However, he used to not care about anything, or , he never cared about anything, but now——

He has someone he must protect, but his heart is wandering, hesitating...

What should be the choice, is the best way?

At least, he still can't figure it out--

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