After retirement, I became a gangster soul mate [Transmigration Book]

"What a heavy evil spirit, is this... a weapon?"

"And why is this breath so familiar?"

Yu Xian was suspicious and wanted to step up to take a closer look, but was stopped by Song Lingyi raising his hand.

"Don't go there."

"What's wrong?" Yu Xian was puzzled.

Song Lingyi couldn't say anything, so he pushed the person lightly out of the door, and took advantage of Yu Xian's confusion and didn't set up defenses against him, so he took the opportunity to close the door. Yu Xian stood at the door with a dazed expression, staring at the closed door in front of him for a long while. Only then did he come to his senses, raised his hand and clapped his hands: "You actually shut me out!"

Yu Zhang was still inside, looking at Song Lingyi nervously.

Song Lingyi walked slowly to the iron box.

The iron box is tightly stitched, and there is no lock, as if it is completely sealed.

Yu Zhang didn't know what was inside: "This is handed down from our ancestors."

The surface of the box was icy cold, and Song Lingyi put his hands on it, feeling the killing intent that had not subsided after thousands of years, and there seemed to be a strong smell of blood and the burning of fireworks in the air. breath.

"Crack-knock-"

Yu Zhang couldn't believe it.

what did he see !The indestructible heavy iron box was as fragile as a thin layer of ice at this time. Under Song Lingyi's light touch, cracks quickly spread all over the surface of the box, and it shattered into pieces in the blink of an eye, revealing the little hidden inside. Mysteries of the year.

That is a long wooden barn!

There was a loud "bang", and the door was kicked open vigorously.

Yu Xian walked in with a calm face: "I will compensate you."

Before Yu Zhang could say anything, he saw him walking towards Song Lingyi aggressively.

The long wooden warehouse caught his attention, but it was only for a few seconds, and there was no remembrance of old friends reunited. After all, the memory carried by this gun was not something that made him feel happy and worth remembering, it was just Just wondering why this wooden warehouse appeared in Yu's house.

He cared more about Song Lingyi's situation than seeing the weapon he had used again.

How could Song Lingyi perceive the existence of this wooden warehouse?

And the butterfly from before... Just as the thought came up, the same butterfly slowly flew out from the spear, dancing gracefully with a hint of bewitching blood. Just as Yu Xian was about to raise his hand to catch it, Song Lingyi's hand appeared In front of his eyes, he ruthlessly crushed the fragile butterfly in his palm.

"Song Lingyi... you?!"

Before he could ask his doubts, Song Lingyi tightened his wrist, and directly dragged him out of the collection room.

"go back."

His voice was hoarse, as if he was suppressing some violent emotions that were about to spew out.

"You tell me what's wrong with you first?!"

Yu Xian's heart felt tense, Song Lingyi's obviously abnormal state at this time made him flustered, and the fragility of his whole body on the verge of collapse also made him feel unbearably heartbroken.

Looking straight into those red eyes, the emptiness was full of despair and pain.

"Song Lingyi! Brother Yi!" Yu Xian shouted loudly, pulling Song Lingyi back to God from the pain.

With such force that Yu Xian felt pain, he slowly loosened his wrist.

There was a circle of obvious red marks on the fair skin, which hurt Song Lingyi's eyes severely.

His hands trembled slightly, and the movement of half-lifting the air seemed to want to hug the person in front of him into his arms to comfort him, but he was worried about something, and finally gave up and fell down. Yu Xian didn't know how to describe Song Lingyi at this time, this person He lost all his arrogance and elegance in front of him, and his cautious and humble posture seemed to be facing a treasure that he wanted to get close to but was afraid of being hurt.

Yu Xian was sure that the person in his dream was Song Lingyi.

But he couldn't remember how he met him and how he left him.

Why did that heartbeat only wake up in a dream, but he never thought of it once in the past hundred years.

But no matter what happened before or what happened in the dream, at this time he really felt distressed.

He took the initiative to step forward, hugging this man who was clearly looking forward to but fearful.

I feel very uncomfortable, but when the heartbeat gradually overlaps, I feel extra satisfied.

It was as if he had accomplished something he had wanted to do.

Song Lingyi lowered his head slightly, and pressed their foreheads against each other: "Yu Xian..."

"I'm here." Yu Xian was still a little bit shy, and replied in a soft and low voice.

But Song Lingyi heard it, and his chaotic heartbeat gradually calmed down.

The presence of the person in his arms and the warmth conveyed by him soothed all the pain and uneasiness.

"Let's go."

"Go home? Do you want to rest here?"

"No, I want to go back."

"Okay, let's go back."

The two and a cat left Yu's house hand in hand.

Tonight's moonlight is bright, the sky is full of bright stars, the whole journey is silent, but the atmosphere is extraordinarily gentle and cozy.

It didn't take too long to get back to Song Lingyi's manor from the city. There were no cars on the road, and the road went smoothly. Yu Xian saw that Song Lingyi seemed a little anxious about going back, so he drove faster. When he returned to the manor, When the night was getting dark, the surroundings were quiet, and even the night birds seemed to have fallen asleep.

After entering the manor, Song Lingyi asked Yu Xian to drive back.

Although Yu Xian was puzzled, he followed suit.

In the middle of the night, Song Lingyi ran to the pear orchard where no one was looking after him and he never cared about it. The two got out of the car. Yu Xian turned his head and looked at it. The shadow passed through, bringing a faint fragrance, Yu Xian was slightly taken aback, this fragrance is so familiar, so familiar that it lingers on the tip of his nose in every dream and never fades away.

The fragrance of pear blossoms...why is there a fragrance of pear blossoms in this season?

Song Lingyi looked directly at the deep forest, and stepped into it without the slightest hesitation.

Yu Xian followed beside him, full of doubts and didn't know whether to say it or not.

The fragrance gradually became stronger, and the pears at his feet let out a soft meow.

There is light spreading in front, faint, but especially bright against the backdrop of the night.

Yu Xian paused and looked at the dead tree covered by the moonlight.

Song Lingyi didn't stop, and went straight to the tree. He raised his hand to caress the rough tree trunk, and lowered his eyebrows, not knowing what he was thinking. A cut was made, and blood gushed out, dripping on the roots of the dead tree protruding from the soil.

"What are you doing?!" Yu Xian stepped forward quickly, and said with some annoyance: "Are you just ruining the body you have managed so hard? You don't love me, but I do!"

Song Lingyi's gentle eyes fell on Yu Xian.

The blood on his hands continued to water the lifeless tree.

"Do you remember?"

Yu Xian was taken aback: "What?"

"In the spring of next year, you planned to sit with me under this tree, enjoy the flowers and drink wine."

Yu Xian recalled the dream he had that night when Song Linglan was rescued.

The girl in bright red once secretly drank the fine wine he buried under the tree. That was exactly what he wanted to drink with someone. Who was that person?The girl's words were vague, and his memory was also vague, but the mood at that time told him that she must be a very important person.

"You broke your promise."

Yu Xian's eyes moved slightly, looking at him with a complicated expression.

"You didn't come back."

"That altar of wine... After all, I am the only one to drink it."

Yu Xian twitched the corners of his mouth, pretending to be relaxed and replied: "Then you must be drunk, and you don't drink very well."

"It's a pity that those who want to get drunk will not be able to get drunk after all. It would be great if they can't afford to be drunk for a long time."

"Brother Song...Yi, I, I seem to have forgotten a lot." Yu Xian felt a little uncomfortable.

Song Lingyi smiled lightly, as if he didn't care.

It's just that loss and regret are still clearly printed in his eyes. Under the gaze of such eyes, Yu Xian was a little at a loss, and couldn't help but look at Song Lingyi in panic. Song Lingyi sighed softly, turned his head to look at the dead tree, and spoke in a long and long voice: "Look, the pear blossoms are blooming."

Suddenly, like a night of spring breeze, thousands of trees and pear blossoms bloomed.

This was originally a description of the beautiful scene of snow falling all over the sky, covered in white, but at this moment, it really happened in front of my eyes.

The dead tree in front of me still doesn't have the slightest vitality, but inside its trunk, there are thousands of cocoons bursting together, and countless white butterflies fly up to the branches, crowding and covering every branch, just like Like the white flowers that bloom all over the trees in spring, they are pure, beautiful and shocking.

That's not real pear blossom.

It was Kazuki—a dream butterfly transformed from thoughts.

There are thousands of hectares of flower fields on the other side of the Huangquan River. Butterflies of various colors are always flying around in the fields. There are no living things in the underworld, and the butterfly is just a kind of insect. It is extremely difficult to live. The real butterfly is actually invisible in the underworld. The scene of dancing butterflies has always been the most beautiful scenery in the underworld.

That is the longing from the other side of the underworld, the yang world.

The longing for the deceased will turn into a butterfly, conveying all the emotions.

Therefore, in the flower fields on the other side of the underworld, there are always people chasing butterflies. In the final analysis, they want to find their own butterfly, and the souls of the dead in the underworld can also send their thoughts to the underworld through the dream butterfly, and enter the dreams of relatives and friends.

Song Lingyi looked at the shocked Yu Xian, and didn't explain too much.

This tree is all his thoughts that have nowhere to go.

Life and death are separated, and when we meet again, we will become strangers. He doesn't want to forget, so he found this way.

People die, but if the thoughts are strong enough and have a suitable carrier, they can exist forever.

As long as he takes back these dreaming butterflies one day, he can recall everything in the past.

Of course, the dream butterfly of this pear tree is not all he misses.

A tree of pear blossoms turned into snow with the wind, surrounding Song Lingyi, almost enveloping him completely.

Yu Xian was in a daze, the person in the whiteness seemed to have changed.

The white light fell on his body, dyed his long ink-like hair white, and the white robe seemed to be stained with darkness, becoming dark and heavy. He turned his head and looked at Yu Xian slightly. She smiled, but didn't say anything, didn't do anything, just looked at him quietly, as if she wanted to engrave him firmly in her heart.

Yu Xian felt chest tightness for a while.

Suddenly, he ran towards Song Lingyi.

Some of the Dreaming Butterflies landed on him, and some images flashed through his mind.

When he was about to touch Song Lingyi's hand, his heart was bitter, astringent, painful and sweet.

There is a person who has been waiting for him for thousands of years without him knowing.

Filled with guilt and panic, he backed away unconsciously, not daring to lean over.

His retreat was seen by Song Lingyi, and with a slight movement of his eyes, the butterflies around him flew towards Yu Xian, blocking his retreat and forcing him to approach him. It was getting closer... Yu Xian slowly held his breath, but he couldn't control his heartbeat that was getting faster and faster.

"Gah!"

This crow call really disrupted the atmosphere.

Yu Xian looked over, and on the dry branch, a smooth-colored crow was tilting its head and looking at them under the tree. Seeing that Yu Xian finally noticed it, it fluttered down two black feathers excitedly.

There was a small box hanging around the crow's neck, and Yu Xian recognized it as Yin Yuwu, the courier from the underworld.

It peeked at Song Lingyi with some fear in its red eyes, twisted its head and cooperated with the difficult movements of its claws, finally got rid of the thing hanging around its neck, and threw it directly towards Yu Xian.

Yu Xian raised his hand to catch it, thinking that someone sent him something, so he opened it to have a look.

In the phantom, there is a document stamped with cinnabar.

Yu Xian was taken aback for a moment. When this document appeared, he felt that the whole world was quiet.

Yu Xian: "Listen to my explanation!"

Song Lingyi: "...no need to explain."

Yu Xian: "Don't get excited! At worst, at worst, we'll go get the Yangjian certificate tomorrow!"

Song Lingyi looked at him quietly: "I'm not excited, that's fine."

Yu Xian: "...?!"

Before he was sad for a second, Song Lingyi passed out at the moment when their divorce notice was issued!

The author has something to say: Yuyu: …………… Others spend days and months falling in love, but I spend days and months getting divorced!

Jiaojiao: Abandoned tragically, fainted first

Hahahahahahahahahahaha!Here comes the famous scene!Did not expect it! ! ! !Such a good time, such a good scene, these two got divorced hahahaha! ! !

I think I have to run first!Slip away, see you tomorrow!