Cultivation from entry to abandonment

Jiang Fuqing realized that he might not be pretending.

I saw him occasionally raising his head quietly, peeking carefully at the moonlight on the window through his fingers, then lowering his head timidly, burying his head in his arms, and retracting his toes as far as possible to his body , his back was pressed tightly against the cold and hard wall, his shoulders shrugged slightly, apparently trembling violently.

He was really scared.

Jiang Fuqing was stunned for a moment.How could Shang Mingqian, who is so powerful, admired by thousands of people, and called the patron saint by the people, have such an appearance.Killing Xiangliu and Gu Diao by himself, and living alone for hundreds of years, no one would think he was weak.Indestructible, brass and iron bones, that is him.

Jiang Fuqing walked over slowly, patted him on the shoulder lightly, and called him, "Hello..."

But he was even more frightened, shivering and buried his head lower, just murmured, "Don't come here, I don't want to die, don't come here..."

Jiang Fuqing wanted to touch his head, but he suddenly raised his head and looked at him with wide eyes.

His face was full of horror, tears flowed all over his face, his eyes became red and swollen, empty eyes, and faint dark red pupils could be seen.The red light faded quickly and turned into black.After a while, it turned red again.So overlapping and reciprocating.He looked at Jiang Fuqing, and seemed to look at another person through him.

After a while, he seemed to give up resistance, grasped and grasped the void, and said unconsciously: "Don't kill me, don't eat me, I will be obedient." After that, he used his right hand to draw the palm of his left Moving, again and again, murmured: "Drink, eat... I will be obedient."

Jiang Fuqing didn't understand it at first, but after some associations, he discovered the clue.

His right hand appears to be holding a knife.

His right hand stroked the palm of his left hand over and over again.

In other words, he was cutting his own palm over and over again with a knife, as if he was preparing to let blood out for someone to enjoy.Those people forced him to bleed, but he couldn't escape, so he finally had to say that he would be obedient, and begged them not to let him die.

Jiang Fuqing saw that he was in a trance, as if he had completely fallen into the memories of the past.Jiang Fuqing waved his hand in front of his eyes, but he didn't seem to see it. After a while, he lowered his head and said, "I'll give it to you, I'll give it to you..."

Jiang Fuqing's heart softened for a while, she slowly stretched out her hand, and hugged him into her arms.She reached out and patted his back lightly, only to find that he was crying louder, his shoulders shrugged, and he was completely kneeling in his arms.Jiang Fuqing reassured him over and over again: "It's okay...it's over."

The two tossed and tossed for a few more hours, and the moon slowly tilted from the sky to the west.Shang Mingqian's crying gradually subsided, and Jiang Fuqing followed his back tirelessly over and over again.With his chin resting on his hair, he was pulled into his arms, and he couldn't remember how many times he said meaningless words of comfort.

Afterwards, I heard Shang Mingqian say in a very low voice, "Chuji, will I die? Will I die next time?"

Jiang Fuqing froze, "Bai Chuji?"

Is what Bai Chuji said true?

Shang Mingqian said he couldn't remember anything?

He grew up with Bai Chuji as a childhood sweetheart, and he didn't know how many things happened during his absence for more than 400 years.The two seem to be incompatible at the moment, but who knows if they will reconcile once in a while?Or, the incompatibility of water and fire is just an illusion staged in front of him?

Maybe what Bai Chuji said was true.

They had colluded together a long time ago, and he was just a tool man to suppress his demonic nature.

All the kindness to him may be hypocrisy.

Bai Chuji is his white moonlight and cinnabar mole.

Thinking of this, Jiang Fuqing felt weak all over, without any strength, and fell to the ground miserably.Jiang Fuqing was speechless for a moment, and got up to leave, but at this moment, Shang Mingqian recognized him and saw that it was Jiang Fuqing.Hastily tugged on his sleeve, and begged meekly, "Don't leave me."

Jiang Fuqing had mixed feelings for a while, and he didn't know whether it was him or Bai Chuji who Shang Ming called out modestly.

Jiang Fuqing stood while Shang Mingqian knelt and sat.Shang Mingqian took his hand, let his hand stick to his cheek, then slowly spread his palm, carefully kissed his palm, and begged again: "Don't leave me."

Jiang Fuqing's palms were warm, even slightly numb.

He is so humble and pious, completely different from any other personality.Although the white one is gentle and refined, it is awe-inspiring and magnificent.Although the red one is occasionally childish, he is rebellious and defiant, and cannot tolerate any refutation.

Definitely not the way it is now.

Jiang Fuqing felt a pain in his heart, so he stopped, turned around slowly, knelt down with his sleeves brushed, leaned over and kissed him on the forehead, and said, "Don't say I won't kiss you." The next day Can't remember, who is to blame?

Shang Mingqian reached out and hugged him tightly.

……

In the early morning of the next day, the sky was already bright.

Shang Mingqian opened his eyes with a splitting headache, and saw himself sitting on the ground, and Jiang Fuqing was also sitting on the ground.Jiang Fuqing's arms were still wrapped around his shoulders, as if he had been holding him last night.At this time, his subtle movements woke up Jiang Fuqing. Jiang Fuqing was in a daze and was not fully awake. He stretched out a finger, pointed at Shang Mingqian's eyes, nodded, and confirmed, "Red."

Shang Mingqian opened his hand and asked angrily, "Why am I here? Still on the ground?"

Jiang Fuqing stretched out her hand and pinched his face, then turned her head and sneezed, saying, "You crybabe." You are more cowardly than me.

He talked endlessly, but Shang Mingqian suddenly recalled the sporadic scenes of last night, it seemed that he was indeed crying very sadly, and was comforted by Jiang Fuqing.Thinking about it now, I feel a little ashamed, so I stood up, pointed at Jiang Fuqing and said, "If you dare to spread this matter, I will not forgive you!"

He felt it was too embarrassing, so he opened the door and walked away quickly.Jiang Fuqing looked at his back for a while, it was so tall and straight, it was hard to imagine his reaction last night.I got up, washed my face with cold water, and woke up a little bit, then sneezed again, and said to myself: "I don't have a cold, do I?"

The crowd only saw Shang Mingqian come out of Jiang Fuqing's room briskly, almost running with him, with disheveled hair, loose clothes, reddish eyes, and seemed to be angry, obviously something was wrong, Everyone chattered and discussed:

"What's wrong with the owner?"

"Could it be Madam..."

"Could it be that Madam is too difficult to satisfy?"

"That's not enough to cry."

"Why not? That would be too tiring."

"What did you go through, tell me in detail."

"I'm going to get melon seeds, you wait a moment."

"Go, follow me back to the house."