Fall in love with a dead enemy [rebirth]

It can be a dry strand of hair, or a small gravel picked up casually...as long as there is a thought in your heart.

And this discovery began with the tears of a little girl in the world.

It was the farming season at that time, and every family worked from dawn to dusk. When Zhong Ying was walking along the path in the field, a pair of teenagers were laughing and playing, followed by a big yellow dog wagging its head and tail.

"Oops." The strong boy rushed to the front, didn't look at the road, and hit Zhong Ying's thigh with his head, and fell down. When he got up, there was an extra hand in front of him, and his slender fingers were holding his hand. Bamboo basket.

The strong boy scratched his head, took it quickly, apologized and thanked, but found that the man ignored him at all.

Zhong Ying lowered his head slightly, his eyes fell on the little girl who was standing on the side, and he raised his eyebrows suspiciously: "Your brother is fine."

The little girl sobbed: "Brother bumped into someone, he deserved it, I'll ask Mom and Dad to beat him up later."

Zhong Ying thought that he was too vicious and scared others, so he squatted down and looked at the little girl: "Then why are you crying?"

The strong boy was also taken aback, and hugged his sister: "Bao'er, my brother won't bully you anymore, don't cry."

The little girl quickly hid her small face behind her brother's arm, and shook her head: "I don't know, I just see that big brother looks familiar." The little girl summoned up her courage, "Big brother, you must be a fairy, right? I think I dreamed of you in my dream, you and another immortal saved me, my brother, my parents, Rhubarb, and many, many people..."

Zhong Ying paused, calmly wiped away his beady teardrops with silk, and left in a hurry.

When making a wish lamp again, Zhong Ying felt the same power of wish on the handkerchief that was almost forgotten.

For decades, Zhong Ying encountered similar people or things one after another.

A new temple was built in a town. Zhong Ying stepped into it and looked up at the statue of Buddha surrounded by sandalwood.

The respected old man smoked a local cigarette, patted his chest and said, "This is a real god, the most effective."

There are also human emperors who slept for three days. When they woke up, they insisted that they dreamed of a fairy preaching, and wrote several poems in succession to express their feelings.

There is also a famous talented person who drew a set of paintings and hung them in the center of the painting pavilion for countless admirers to appreciate. Among them - the fairy king in the "Picture of the Immortal Lord Slaying the Demon with a Spear" is similar to Zhong Ying...

The long river of time will eventually leave a trace.

Zhong Ying wrote down what he saw and heard, and wanted to go back and read it to Jun Buyi.

Zhong Ying went all the way south.

The scenery I saw changed from a hungry hell on earth to a prosperous imperial capital with elegant clothes, from a lonely desert with sunset to a glacier where no one was seen...

Unexpectedly, in the hair beside the pillow, the weeds picked by the roadside turned into delicate Wei Zi, and the desert thorn flowers were replaced with a bunch of ice flowers in the North...

He has traveled to many places, staying for as little as ten days and a half a month, and as long as a year and a half for a long time.

Sometimes the wishing lamps in the house are added every three days, and sometimes there is no skylight for several years.

There are more and more calligraphy and paintings on the handbook, and on the last page Zhong Ying drew a simple bastard...

A hundred years passed in a blink of an eye, and when Zhong Ying set foot in Yuxin Academy again, it was almost dusk.

The Xingchen Terrace was full of teenagers who came to study, Zhong Ying was like a drop of water falling into the ink, without causing any waves.

On the ladder, the old homeowner and Zhong Yue were fishing in the clouds, wondering which freshman could catch this little bit of fairy fate that fell from the sky.

The old homeowner asked him, did he get anything?

Zhong Ying pondered for a moment: "It's not bad."

He has lived two lifetimes, and he has never been so leisurely and at ease. However, without Jun Buyi by his side, he also lost a little color.

He returned to Cingzi Canhaoyuan, replaced the porcelain vase with new wisterias as usual, but did not bring Jun Buyi freshly picked flowers, but bent down and kissed Qin Jun's hair, then opened the letter and read Get the latest news.

"...Walking to the East China Sea, I met an old tortoise on the way. The old tortoise failed to transform, but he was only three feet tall. He was a little green-skinned old man with a thick tortoise shell on his back. The old tortoise said that his lifelong wish was to be a storyteller. So when I saw people, I asked anecdotes and anecdotes, which frightened many fishermen. I thought it was interesting, so I told about my "old friend". Zhongjun"... I refused, but it didn't seem to have any effect. Fortunately, the old man didn't know that I was Chili Jun..."

Zhong Ying closed the notebook and glanced at the sky, "That's all for today, I have something to show you, just wait for me."

The sky will be dark, the night will be low, and the surrounding fields will be silent.

Zhong Ying sat under the wisteria flower stand, lit the wick, and sent the Kongming Lantern into the sky.

Wen Xuyu in the courtyard seemed to be very interested in this, rubbing around the wishing lamp again and again.

one.

two.

three...

Ten...

Hundreds of...

Thousands of wishing lanterns float out of such a small courtyard, slowly rise into the sky, and converge into a river of stars flowing in the night.

Zhong Ying's heart also rose and fell with the light, and his whole body was hot and cold.

Lighting up the wish lamp sent by Taoist ancestor, Zhong Ying raised his chin slightly, thinking in a daze, this is the last one...

Then he woke up suddenly, and rushed into the room in a hurry: "Unexpectedly, did you see it?"

The room was deadly still, the dim lights spread across the bed from the window lattice, and the pale hair was as silvery as the light of a knife's edge.

Zhong Ying was not discouraged, and carried him out directly.

Zhong Ying leaned against the pillar of the colonnade, pillowed Jun Buyi on his lap, straightened his crumpled clothes, smoothed his hair, and muttered: "If Xiaoba sees it, you must say that I am right." You are not good, wear this kind of clothes."

Zhong Ying poked Jun Buyi's cheek.

He has slept for too long, like a flower that has dried up at the most vivid moment, it still maintains an astonishing magnificence, but it is fragile and will fall off at any time.

Zhong Ying lowered his head and tried to bend the corners of his lips.

As soon as Jun Buyi opened his eyes, he could see his peach blossom eyes and a smile on his lips.

"Wake up, it took me a hundred years to complete this, if you don't open your eyes to see it, it will be gone."

"Just this time, I won't be so idle in the future."

"Do you know how much Meng Changfang and Bai Li hate me? I think Xiao Shizi is starting to be dissatisfied with me for sticking to my fat job. It's just that he has a thin skin, so I'm sorry to say so."

"Third Uncle told you to wake up! The big fat chicken told you to wake up!"

"Do you not agree?"

"Little Seven?"

"Chidan little prince?"

The smile on Zhong Ying's face could hardly be maintained, and his voice became softer and softer: "Am I very noisy? Last time you woke me up and I yelled at you, now you can take revenge and scold me— pause."

"Little fairy?"

"I mean..."

"..."

The cold night wind penetrated into the corridor, gradually straightening the slightly curved lips into a line, like strings stretched to the limit, and then tore apart all the emotions on Zhong Ying's face.

After being silent for a long time, Zhong Ying smiled idiotically: "Unexpectedly, I lied to you."

Zhong Ying raised his head, his eyes fell on the night sky, but his eyes couldn't find the focus.

May the lamp be blown farther and farther by the wind and become dimmer.

"Isn't it 100 years? I have a lot of time. I will show it to you every [-] years. I don't believe that you don't wake up every time to see it."

"I admit, you have always been smarter than me, so you already guessed that I was lying to you, right?"

"You still call me a little bastard, I think we should change it, you are a little bastard..."

Zhong Ying hugged the man back, clasped Jun Buyi's cold fingers, and warmed them up a little bit.

"wait for me."

Zhong Ying shook his head, and Jin Tong ignited a flame that could burn the ice field again: "No, I'll wait for you."

After the sound fell, he gently closed the door and stepped out of the courtyard almost as if fleeing.

He walked quickly through the lake pavilion, through the student dormitory, through the group of schools, and eagerly went to the sun platform, trying to get rid of the flood beast that almost drowned him, but his skin was so hot that he was about to be burned.

"gentlemen."

"Master is well."

The clear and clear youthful voice rang in my ears.

Zhong Ying paused.

Freshmen in twos and threes walked by him holding lanterns. These new boys and girls did not know Zhong Ying, and they were not even familiar with the master of the academy. They mistook Zhong Ying for the master of the academy, and greeted him curiously and cheerfully. .

Zhong Ying lowered his voice and asked, "What are you doing?"

Not far away, the teenagers have already started to light the lamps, and sporadic lights are slowly rising into the sky.

The freshman replied: "Dean Awan asked us to put up a prayer lamp each, and it is said that the other six courtyards will also put up."

Zhong Ying: "Pray for whom?"

The teenagers laughed, some said it was for the fate of immortality, some said it was for longevity, some said it was relatives and friends, some said it was for a sparrow they raised, and some said it was for not being scolded by their master, all kinds of things.

Zhong Ying looked up.

Bright lights rose from all directions.

Yaoguang Courtyard, Tianshu Courtyard, Tianxuan Courtyard, Tianji Courtyard, Tianquan Courtyard, Yuheng Courtyard, Kaiyang Courtyard, and Sword Island and Inheritance Island.

Zhong Ying said silently in his heart.

There are tens of thousands of teachers and students in Yuxin Jiudao.

Thousands of miles away, the world, the wilderness of the barbarians, the fairy city of Kyushu, the Buddhist gate of the sea of ​​bitterness, the kingdom of Chongming, the officials of the Nine Serenities... Thousands of wishing lights rise up, interspersed and scattered, connecting into pieces of beautiful star maps, across the sky.

No matter what the sentient beings pray for, they will all leave their wishes in that small courtyard.

Because, this is the "little star" that Jun unexpectedly brought out from the long river of time.

Zhong Ying turned his head abruptly and ran towards No. [-] Courtyard, De C, even forgetting that he is not a mortal.

The gate of the courtyard pushed open with a "squeak", and with just one glance, Zhong Ying couldn't look away anymore.

The sea of ​​wisteria flowers is in full bloom, the wind chimes in the corner of the corridor are jingling, and a sober and lively Lord Lianzhong is standing under the flower stand, fiddle with a half-finished Kongming lantern, as if he wants to write something , and there are Zhong Ying's letters around it.

Hearing the sound, Jun Buyi raised his head, and the candlelight fell on his face through the clusters of petals, melting the excessive desolation between his eyebrows and eyes, so the moment he bent his eyes, he saw Fengyue just right.

"I'm back," he said.

Zhong Ying laughed, and then walked towards Jun Buyi, his first step was like falling into the clouds, his legs and feet were unreasonably soft, but soon he became brisk again, he wanted to restrain himself, but he acted like a young man who just fell in love.

"Let's go." Zhong Ying took Jun Buyi's hand, "Let's set off the lanterns..."