The white clothes of the mountains and rivers are still as old as before

Thinking of his Axu, Wen Kexing staggered down the pavilion and wanted to find him, but his stomach was overwhelmed by the drunkenness, and he yelled at Axu a few times, and couldn't help helping him. Looking at the colonnade, he retched.

Zhou Zishu was so annoyed by him that he opened his eyes and saw that he was really uncomfortable, so he walked out of the umbrella. Seeing that he was really drunk and reeked of alcohol, he said angrily, "Go back to sleep!"

Axu finally paid attention to him. Although Wen Kexing was reprimanded, he knew that it was Axu who cared about him, and said with a smile, "It's okay, I didn't drink too much!"

Zhou Zishu really didn't have the patience to tangle with this drunk, so he punched him on the shoulder, and warned in a cold voice, "I don't want to say it a second time!"

As soon as Zhou Zishu's temper came up, Wen Kexing lost his temper. He suppressed his smile, glanced at him cautiously, and then staggered towards the room.

Seeing that he was walking staggeringly, Zhou Zishu was a little worried, but he just got angry with him just now, but now he couldn't bear to help Wen Kexing back to his room, so he turned around and took a look at Bai Yi.

After receiving Zhou Zishu's gaze, Bai Yi understood his thoughts, put down the wine bowl, pretended to be drunk, said goodbye to Ye Baiyi, then took two quick steps, picked up Wen Kexing who was about to collapse on the ground, and dragged halfway He dragged the drunk back to the room, helped him to the table and sat down, saw that he was so drunk that he was still muttering "Axu, Axu". His expression in white clothes was a bit complicated. After watching Wen Kexing for a long time, he finally got up. Go to the kitchen and make him a bowl of sober soup.

Ye Baiyi was the only one left in the pavilion that was bustling with cups and glasses just now, and he didn't bother to drink by himself, put down the wine bowl, rolled up his sleeves and got up to walk beside Zhou Zishu.

"Boy, why don't you want to live at such a young age?" Ye Baiyi thought to himself, since he couldn't change that brat's decision, he might as well surround Wei to save Zhao and see if he could rescue Qin Huaizhang's apprentice. He just watched these two brats take their lives.

"Who said I don't want to live anymore?" Zhou Zishu chuckled and retorted without confidence.

Ye Baiyi didn't care about his sophistry, and said bluntly: "You haven't had any flare-ups recently, have you?"

This is true, Zhou Zishu is actually quite puzzled, ever since he took the spirit pill given to him by the white clothes, he has never had the nail wound that would come to remind him every midnight.But with Ye Baiyi's knowledge, he saw the key point at a glance, and cursed: "You are quite beautiful, don't you know? That is the death knell for you! Your The viscera have already begun to decay, if that brat hadn't compromised his own cultivation and won you a chance of survival, you would have already lost all senses and would be unable to move." Thinking of him feeling Zhou Zishu's pulse.The ray of life in his dantian, Ye Baiyi didn't vent his anger.And the more I think about it, the more angry I get!

"I just don't understand. You said that there are so many damn people in the world who want to live in every possible way. Why don't you one or two want to live?" He really wanted to pry open the heads of these two young people Check out how much cotton is stuffed inside.

"I only have two choices in life, either live well or die well, no one can force me to take the third way."

Ye Baiyi was furious when he heard Zhou Zishu's obsessive words.

"Then you drag that brat along this dead end with you."

"Senior Ye, if you really understood Lao Bai, you wouldn't have asked this question today." Zhou Zishu met Ye Baiyi's angry gaze and said frankly, "Have you ever asked Lao Bai what he is asking for? Seeing that Ye Baiyi lost his voice when he was asked, he chuckled softly: "I think I never asked before, so please don't try to figure out Lao Bai's thoughts with your own ideas and arrange his life. He is an old man." An independent person can be his own master, no one can force me, and no one can force him." Zhou Zishu knew that his words were very rude, but he still wanted to say that Bai Yi's frank past that night made Zhou Zishu very sad. It's just minding, Lao Bai understands him, so why doesn't he understand what Lao Bai thinks, what he wants and what he wants.

Hearing the young man's words, Ye Baiyi felt as if he had been slapped in the face, and stood there in a daze, watching him leave without saying a word, with an inexplicable look on his face. After a long time, he chuckled lightly at himself: "Qin Huaizhang, Qin Huaizhang, why did you teach me that? Children are so stubborn, even that brat was taught to be stupid by you, do you think young people are so stupid now?"

He murmured with some disappointment: "Changqing, do you think we were like this when we were young?" Such youthful spirit, such recklessness, such... lonely and brave stupidity.

"Do you think I really taught them badly, one or two are so worried..." Only in the dead of night, Ye Baiyi dared to reveal his fragility worn by the years, whispering deceased.

Only revealing this little fragility, Ye Baiyi threw it back into the back of his mind, yelling, forget it, I have lived for too long, I can't count it, I can't remember it.

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Bai Yi was holding a bowl of hangover soup, and when he walked from a distance, he saw Zhou Zishu standing on the porch in front of Wen Ke's room, what was he thinking?

"Why don't you go to rest?" He approached and asked.

"It's nothing, just look at the moonlight tonight, let's enjoy it." He replied indifferently, seeing the white clothes with a bowl of soup in his hand, he asked casually, "Old Wen's?"

"Isn't that right? That kid is very brave. He drank three jars of spirits. Who knows how uncomfortable he is now." Bai Yi couldn't help but chuckled when he thought of Wen Ke's stubborn behavior of sacrificing face and suffering. Voice.

Zhou Zishu took the soup bowl, and said casually: "I won't say more, Senior Ye. I don't know your virtues yet, so you can just bully him."

"What's the matter, you still feel sorry for me bullying him." Bai Yi just made a joke, and Zhou Zishu got a big roll of his eyes, touched his nose, and said with a deliberate ouch, "Oh, I have pity on us Chengling. The cruel master practiced for a whole day, he was tired and didn't eat much dinner, the child was tanned, and he didn't see his master's heart softened. Some people just drank two jars of wine, which made them feel distressed. It's really different from others Fate."

Zhou Zishu was teased by him, and said angrily: "Come on, you are so poor. If you feel sorry for Chengling, you can go and see for yourself."

"Okay, okay, you disciple, you don't feel sorry for you as a master, but I do. This hangover soup, you can bring it in for me." He shook his sleeves, turned and went to Chengling's room.

Wen Kexing sat down at the low table, and in a daze he heard voices coming from outside the door. He raised his head in a daze and saw Zhou Zishu pushing the door in with a soup bowl.

As soon as Zhou Zishu came in, he was smothered by the smell of alcohol in the room, while Wen Kexing slumped on the ground without any image, shaking a wine glass, pouring himself a drink, his brows frowned, and put down The soup bowl, grabbing the wine jug bluntly and putting it on the side of the table.

Wen Kexing still yelled to get Zhou Zishu to drink with him, but he became a little sober after he snatched the flagon, and looked at him straight.

"Look at what?" Zhou Zishu frowned and asked.

Wen Kexing's eyes were drunk, but his eyes were very bright. Zhou Zishu's figure was reflected in those clear pupils like a deer. That figure was carrying a candle on its back, and the edges seemed to be coated with a faint halo, which seemed real and unreal. .Wen Kexing raised his hand cautiously, as if to touch the light and shadow, but stopped in the air halfway, the smile in his eyes faded away, filled with pure sadness and sadness, and murmured vaguely: " Does it hurt?"

Zhou Zishu knew what he was asking, so he could naturally sense that Wen Kexing was avoiding him intentionally or unintentionally during this period of time, and caring and caring for him abnormally.He straightened up and turned his back somewhat unnaturally, not knowing whether he didn't want to or didn't dare to look Wen Kexing in the eyes again.

"Why don't you try it too?" Zhou Zishu said indifferently.

"Ah Xu... For so many years, I have met a friend like you who is so close to each other. Can you not die?" Wen Kexing knew that his words were inappropriate, but he couldn't find out all of a sudden. For other reasons, Zhou Zishu could be persuaded to stay. He moved his body, stared at Zhou Zishu's back closely, and vaguely expressed his worry and distress through drunkenness.

"Do your best." Zhou Zishu didn't dare to promise anything to Wen Kexing, so he could only deal with him in a dispensable way, his hard voice concealed the complexity in his eyes.

But Wen Kexing moved his body and said excitedly, "Turn around, look at me, and say it again..." Say it again, I will believe everything you say.

Zhou Zishu refused very simply, perhaps because of hesitation, or maybe because of timidity, he avoided looking at Wen Kexing's current expression, and only said sarcastically: "I don't want to see it, I can't see your hypocritical virtue, wearing a mask, There is no sincerity at all." Even at this point, Wen Kexing did not reveal even a single bit of his past to Zhou Zishu, talking about his confidant, but still covering up his life experience and his past.

Wen Kexing was half sober, and was eager to defend himself, but couldn't say a complete sentence for a while.

"I, I am, I am afraid..."

Zhou Zishu was impatient with his hesitation, and interrupted in a cold voice: "You are afraid that my life is not long, and I will mourn at any time, so you cater to me everywhere and care for me? Old Wen, are you pitying me or humiliating me?"

"What Lao Bai can do for you, so can I!" Wen Kexing also knew that something was wrong with him these days, so he rubbed his face and made an excuse, but seeing Zhou Zishu turn around and start walking, he panicked.He wanted to tug on his sleeve but failed to grab it, and shouted anxiously: "Axu! Don't go..."

Zhou Zishu didn't want to leave, but picked up the half-warm soup bowl at the table, handed it to Wen Kexing, and said angrily, "I won't leave! When you sober up, I'll beat you up again." , knowing that the rest of my life is limited, but still put on a mask to perfuse me."

Wen Kexing's eyes were firmly glued to him, he took the bowl of hangover soup, and murmured, "It's not fake, it's real." He stared into Zhou Zishu's eyes.Slowly drink up the bowl of soup.

Seeing his clear eyes and the panic hidden under those eyes, Zhou Zishu snorted softly, "I think you really deserve a beating."

I also drank the sobering soup, and I became more sober. Zhou Zishu carried him to the side of the bed, and still said a few words to him: "Sleep your big head, I won't die for a while. .”

He asked Wen Kexing to spread it flat on the bed, and sighed: "The rest of your life is limited, so you should cherish it, brat, I said I bet I won't get it wrong." No matter who you are, I've identified it Boss, no matter what you hide from me, I am willing to wait for the day when you are honest with me.

He shook off the thin quilt, put it on Wen Kexing's body, adjusted the corners of the quilt for him, stared at his face flushed from alcohol, and said seriously: "I bet one day, you will open your heart to me, I haven't seen the winner or loser yet, even the Heavenly King Laozi would never want to kick me out of the table." So confess to me early while I still have time to wait for you.

But Wen Kexing avoided his traced gaze, and said in a low voice, "The human heart is like a ghost land, what's so good about my heart?" The caution and cowardice in those words.The piercing Zhou Zishu felt a pain in his heart. He pressed Wen Kexing's shoulder and sincerely promised: "I will know how to help you after seeing it." Seeing that Wen Kexing was still silent, avoiding his sight, Zhou Zishu Somewhat frustrated, he patted his shoulder and said only one sentence: "Spit..."

It wasn't until Zhou Zishu turned around to leave that Wen Kexing fixed his eyes on his back, and muttered in a low voice: "After reading it, you won't consider me a friend anymore..."

His low self-esteem and cowardice are deep in his bones. The more arrogant he looks, the more timid and hesitant he is on the inside. Zhou Zishu is his Axu. He wants to stay by his side, but he doesn't want his filthy thoughts to be dirty in the past. Ah Xu's eyes failed his sincerity and sincerity.

The author has something to say:

In order to celebrate the first anniversary of Wen Zhou's love, two more.

(The main reason is that I have saved a lot of manuscripts.)

On May 2020, 5, the reading meeting of the Shanhe Order is where the dream begins!