poor house

"Zhang Qiling, who has been stained red with blood, is like a ghost climbing up from hell. Although his face is expressionless, he is still ferocious and terrifying.

"Zhang Qiling, you, you are a zombie—" Staring blankly at the man in front of him, Wu Xie stepped back subconsciously, although he was very grateful to him for saving himself twice, but he—but he, wouldn't hurt yourself.

"I won't harm you, don't worry." Zhang Qiling raised his hand and wiped the blood on his face, revealing his originally handsome face.

"You, you are seriously injured—" Standing up with support, Wu Xie looked at the knife wound on Zhang Qiling's body and the big hole in his chest, "I'll help you stop the bleeding—"

"Don't touch—" Before he could step back, Zhang Qiling watched helplessly as Wu Xie's hand touched his wound, and then, large areas of green and gray spots seemed to be alive, and quickly spread along Wu Xie's hand open.

"This--"

"Wu Xie, you have been poisoned by the corpse." Zhang Qiling sighed a little anxiously, and Zhang Qiling did not expect such an ending in the end.With great difficulty, I carefully protected Wu Xie until he was a weak crown, but how could it end in his death because of him? !

"You really are a zombie—" Wu Xie, who fell into Zhang Qiling's arms, couldn't help laughing, the scene in his sight had become blurred, and he couldn't even hear the sound clearly.I can only see those dark eyes looking at me tenderly and sadly, just like it was a thousand years ago.

That's right, the meeting on the Lantern Festival was just a reunion between Zhang Qiling and himself after a long absence.

But why do you always have to wait until you are about to leave before you think about it.

The sound of the reed flute in the last life, and the shelter from the rain in the last life, I have obviously been entangled with this person for so many years, but why every time, I can only remember who he is when I die at his hands .And why, every time, I couldn't escape the fate of dying because of him.

Today is the Lantern Festival again, and Wu Xie, who was dying, saw the fireworks unfolding all over the sky like a flash of light, blooming coldly and decadently in the rain, as if to illuminate the dark sky.

"Zhang Qiling, why do people invent fireworks? Is it just for the splendor of this moment?"

"Better than nothing."

"However, fireworks are easy to be cold. When I was young, I thought I could find my way home by following the fireworks, but the flashing light couldn't tell the future at all."

"Wu Xie, go to sleep."

"Ok?"

"Your return journey, I will hold the lamp."

"Zhang Qiling, in the next life, don't let me meet you again—"

"Ah."

"No, uh—"

"Boom-pop-"

The fireworks that exploded suddenly made Wu Xie, who was stunned at the door, come back to his senses. He stared blankly at the palace lantern in the yard swaying gently in the night wind. He always felt that he seemed to remember something just now, like I forgot something.The scarlet light dimly illuminated the path under Wu Xie's feet, leading straight to the gate.

Turning his head to look at the fireworks that were still blooming in the sky, Wu Xie shook his head and chuckled, what was he thinking, why did he lean against the doorway and startled.

But it seems that there are fireworks at home. After eating the Lantern Festival in a while, it would be nice to go out with Zhang Qiling to set off fireworks.It is always said that fireworks are easy to be cold, but at least I have someone who can watch fireworks with me in this life.

"Brother, I'm back!" Holding the things in his hands, Wu Xie shouted to the people sitting in the room with a smile. By the seat by the window, Wu Xie could already imagine what would be on that handsome face. Indifferent but gentle smile.It seems that this face has been engraved in my heart for thousands of years.Just close your eyes and think of his face.

"En." Standing up and taking the things in Wu Xie's hand, Zhang Qiling rubbed Wu Xie's hair, with a doting smile on his lips.The memory that has survived for thousands of years has already become blurred in the flood of time. The salvation and protection of the past life will become the fate of death that no one can escape. The lantern finally became the past that Zhang Qiling faded away with after Zhang Qiling's evolution and transformation again and again.

She never carefully protected anyone again, and never intervened in anyone's life or death.

But there was only one thing that Zhang Qiling always remembered.

He remembered that he had to keep holding the ever-burning lamp to illuminate that person's return journey.

This millennium-long waiting and reincarnation is probably the fate of Zhang Qiling and Wu Xie to take root.

And this fate, perhaps, is eternal.

Humble house Lantern Festival congratulatory text lights up

TBC

Meow, I wish you all a happy Lantern Festival~~~~~~~

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Just press it in~~~

final match.

Happy Lantern Festival everyone~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

call.Sure enough. .It is difficult to continue writing a good story after cutting off a story.

It feels as if the entire time period has been erased.No matter how I write, I feel that I can't even connect.It just feels like a month has been lost out of thin air.

So after procrastinating for so long, I finally started to continue.

Dumping the text, there should be no one C at this point. . .

kan の back sketch

一

Southern Anhui in early March is always full of surprises from warm to cold, and the smog that has ravaged the whole winter still shows a bit of reluctance in early spring. The fog seemed unwilling to leave this small town in southern Anhui.The gloomy weather seemed to be brewing continuous rain, the air was full of damp and cold water molecules, but people couldn't tell whether it was fog or rain.

Saying goodbye to the laziness and leisure of the Spring Festival holiday, bustling pedestrians once again filled every street.The new year has begun, but the old life still has to go on.

Wang Meng stayed in his hometown until the first month was over before returning to the humble house with bags of souvenirs. Although Wu Xie and Zhang Qiling's year was not deserted, it was not too lively.Heixiazi and Xie Yuhua didn't know where Shenyou went, and they didn't even make a phone call on New Year's Eve.It was Fatty and Pan Zi who called from Hangzhou to pay New Year's greetings.Listening to the cheerful voice on the fat man's end, Wu Xie almost cried when her nose was sore.

Lying on the bed at night and listening to the loud sound of firecrackers and fireworks outside, Wu Xie suddenly remembered a text he had learned. At that time, he couldn't understand the author's feeling, but now he suddenly felt that it was really not at all. That's right.

"The excitement belongs to them, and I have nothing." Leaning in Zhang Qiling's arms, Wu Xie recited the words left in his memory in a low voice, feeling more and more sour in the corners of his eyes.

"Is there nothing?" Zhang Qiling, who hugged Wu Xie tightly, was expressionless. The fireworks outside the window were like grand blooming flowers, and the flashes of brilliant light and shadow reflected his side face, flickering.

"It's enough to have you." Rubbing Zhang Qiling's chin and giggling, Wu Xie knew that even if he had nothing, as long as this person was by his side, that was enough.

Old friends will always drift away, and the years will eventually be merciless.If you just look at those that are no longer there, or just chase those that you never got, then you really have nothing.

So on the first day of the Lunar New Year, because Zhang Qiling wanted to prove Wu Xie's possession of him, Wu Xie was honored to lie on the bed for a whole day, his back was sore and his face was red.

So when Wang Meng came back after the first lunar month, he was not at all surprised that Wu Xie was so sorry for those chickens, ducks and fish this year. Instead, he took the thermos stewed by his mother and gave it to him Zhang Qiling.

The plum trees in the yard are still blooming lively, and the red palace lanterns look more elegant amidst the pink and white petals.The lawn, which had been withered all winter, finally raised its head slowly, and occasionally chirping sparrows came to beg for food again.

Although it is still warm and cold, it is finally saying goodbye to the depression and barrenness of winter, and everything is recovering.

"Boom--"

The dull thunder sounded like an earth-shattering roar in the middle of the night, the lightning ripped apart the pitch-black sky like a sharp blade, and the torrential rain poured down, washing the world mercilessly.At the same time, a new residential park under development on the outskirts of the city was washed away.

The foundation has just been laid, and the steel and concrete supports are crumbling in the wind and rain.The foreman organized the workers to pull the tarpaulin. The wind and rain mixed with sand and gravel passed over people's faces. The howling wind sounded like a mournful cry in the middle of the night.

"It can't be done, this piece can't be kept anymore, quickly withdraw, that shelf is about to collapse!"

"Be careful!!"

The violent wind and rain swept across the entire construction site with the intention of destroying everything, and all the lights were tripped, leaving only the flashing silver lightning to illuminate the wilderness from time to time.

The seemingly indestructible skeleton of the building collapsed amidst the shouts and running of the workers, accompanied by thunder and lightning.

And then, the rainstorm that came without warning, as if it had finally achieved its purpose, gradually turned into fine raindrops, and finally disappeared silently.

There was only a messy construction site left. The water-soaked foundation was gurgling with yellow mud, and many seriously injured workers were crushed under the floor of building materials.

The sky was still dark and gloomy, and this sudden disaster in sleep seemed to be witnessed only by people who could only see it in sleep.

Wu Xie, who was standing there dazedly, looked at the mess in front of him drowsily. Just as he was wondering why he dreamed of such a scene, he found that opposite him, that is, at the other end of the construction site, was also standing a people.