The villain whitewashing strategy

The lantern wobbled and drifted to a place beyond the sky, and wishes should not be used as parting.

But what can be done?

And repeat the same trick to encircle a pure land for him?Treat him like a canary in a cage?

Forget it, Gu Xun stood by the river for a long time.

Left and right he is about to leave too, so it's great not to worry about how to say goodbye.

Gu Xun began to stay in the Wusheng Pagoda day and night, partly for the ceremony of offering sacrifices to heaven a few months later, and partly for the fabricated face that was very similar to Xi Ci.

The man was dressed in white, bent his knees and leaned against the edge of the delusional mirror, conjured up a plate of peach blossom cakes and ate them, "Xiao Xun, don't be unhappy."

He swayed his legs, with a charm and innocence completely different from Xi Ci, "I am a part of him, why use me as a substitute."

He leisurely stretched out a white wrist and hooked Gu Xun's cuff, "Come with me, I am his desire and evidence of his love for you, I will be very good."

Gu Xun glanced at him coldly, "When will the formation be activated?"

"I don't know," the man spread his hands, "wait until you want to die enough."

"Your obsession before becoming a demon is too strong. It's not so easy to dissipate your spiritual consciousness." The man stepped out of the delusional mirror lightly with his toes, and landed extremely lightly. He tapped Gu Xun's heart with plain white , "A heart that is concerned cannot be used. What unfulfilled long-cherished wish? Finish it quickly, and don't make him wait. Qingling doesn't have a mirror of delusional thoughts. Who will clean up his overflowing emotions?"

Gu Xun frowned slightly, took the restless hand, raised his dark eyes, "If your purpose was not born to kill me, I would have killed you long ago. Give me peace of mind."

When Gu Xun left the Wusheng Pagoda, he couldn't find where to go.

Weiyang Palace is full of deserted shadows of Xici, there is no memory there, and every time I look at it, it is a painful entanglement.

Without knowing it, he came to Lilin, where a north building was built. He wanted to use it to store his memories, but it ended up as a cemetery for healing.

Gu Xun pushed open the "door" of Xici, and every flower and grass inside was carved according to the model of the Qingling Mausoleum. There was also a forget-me-not planted in front of the window, and it was almost winter, and it had already withered to the point of shame.

He wanted to pour some water, but finally stopped.

Useless, forget-me-nots can't wait until next summer.

He sat beside the table where Xici often sat, spread rice paper, and wrote many letters word by word.

The delusional mirror asked him about his unresolved obsessions, and he thought... that's all.

I want to tell all those who have not told him.

Finally... I want to see him one last time.

Winter comes quickly, but this year the snow falls late, and the day of the first snow is just the new year.

Even the ghosts in Yanling were having a carnival, Gu Xun finally couldn't bear it anymore, and secretly took a look at Xici at night.

He lost a lot of weight again, and the robe wrapped around him, completely turning into a fairy who does not eat the fireworks of the world.

The endless booklets from all over the world were piled up on the table again, and Gu Xun felt distressed when he saw it.

Hiding his body and squatting gently beside him, he was shocked and lost his mind when he saw the rice paper written by Xici——

I can't calm down when I write over and over again [The Gentleman of the Beilou Gaoge], because the final signature will always be written as "Gu Beilou".

Just now, a gust of wind blew in around him, which aroused Xici's familiar feeling...

That boy likes to lie down next to his desk when he is reading and writing, and tugs at his sleeves from time to time, "Xianjun, please take care of me."

I will also write his name all over the paper, and put autumn leaves in the scroll...

Xi Ci felt uncomfortable, but couldn't find an outlet to vent it.

He wasn't angry with Gu Xun, so why didn't he miss him.

But he knew that Yuan Fifteen was the resting place for Qin Lin, and Gu Xun was insane because of him.

He not only owed the world, but also owed this young man.

He said that he was going to pull him out of hell, but... the one who pushed him to hell was himself.Why is he still sitting here peacefully.

Xici was in a mess at the end, he folded the rice papers under his hand and put them next to the candle to burn them up, his downcast eyes were full of loneliness and sadness smeared by the dim candlelight, "Master... Beilou gave him a name, A disciple can no longer be a gentleman."

The last bit of ashes were burnt out, and Xici seemed to be surrounded by something lightly.

The hug given by the wind is very short, and it is too easy for people to think it is an illusion.

Gu Xun hugged him lightly, and murmured something he couldn't hear, "I was the one who polluted your high cabinet, wait for me...everything will be fine."

When Gu Xun left, he put Gudu in front of the Xici window, and said, "He was in a bad mood, so he said I was too violent, and kicked you out, so go in and be with him."

Gudu scratched his head, thought for a while, coaxing his brother's little lady well was equivalent to coaxing his brother, so he jumped into the house.

When Gu Xun went out to the door, he happened to meet Wei Shu with Si Nian to say goodbye to Xi.

The banquet in Qingling was very lively, but it made the main hall look a bit depressed.

Si Nian hid behind Wei Shu, and quietly looked at the grandpa, he hadn't looked at it carefully yet.

But as soon as he got outside the door, he faltered again, hiding behind Wei Shu and shaking his head like a rattle, "Brother... I still won't go."

Wei Shu smiled helplessly, "Then you wait for me here, I will accompany you to the world after the New Year's greetings."

Si Nian's eyes lit up, "The kind that don't tell Master?"

Wei Shu rubbed his head, and said in a doting tone, "Don't tell Master that."

Wei Shu went in to pay New Year's greetings, and Si Nian was pacing boredly under the tree when he suddenly felt something lightly tap on his shoulder.

Huh...why does this feel so familiar?

He scratched the back of his head and looked around, but he didn't see half of them.

Looking back at his feet, he didn't know when he put a red silk purse.

Could it be the New Year's money that his senior brother secretly prepared for him?He has not received lucky money for hundreds of years.

Quickly picked it up and opened it, and the eight big characters in his eyes almost scared him out of his soul——

[Wei Shusi's century-old marriage]

There are also two small characters on the bottom right of the note - Beilou Heshang.

"My God!" Si Nian stuffed the note into his purse, and after a while, he quietly pulled it away and took another look.

Inside is a pair of gold bracelets, still embroidered with mandarin ducks.It's obviously something for getting married!

Who is it, so shameless.

It was the gold bracelet left to him by the grandma in the fifteenth year of the Yuan Dynasty. He forgot to give it to the young master when he was in the world. He revisited the old place a few days ago and found it.

At least they will be together for a hundred years, inseparable.

"Are you back?" Bai Yingying has now learned to wait for Gu Xun at the door regularly. Seeing him coming, he put his palm on his heart skillfully. died?"

Gu Xun was a little tired and took his hand away.

"Let me guess..." The man calmly withdrew his hand, rubbed his wrist, a satisfied smile appeared on his face, his eyes were full of glances, "You went to Qingling...you saw him, You also found out that he also has a deep affection for you."

"You can't bear it anymore," the man looked closer at Gu Xun's hostile eyes, and his smile deepened, "Isn't it?"

Gu Xun glanced at him with lowered eyes, very peacefully, "Sixteen makes a move, I will take care of it before that."

The sky is completely black, and the moon and stars are very conspicuous.

He likes stars and fireflies, as well as kisses and hugs.

These romances can give him warmth and let him see the glimmer of light in the once dark confusion.

Gu Xun suddenly thought, in a few days, the Chinese New Year will be in three months, and the Lantern Festival will be after the Chinese New Year. It would be great if I could have another bowl of longevity noodles made by Xici.

In the last ten days or so, Gu Xun found the annals of Zhongzhou's history and crossed out the 18 years related to him.

He died, and the extra few years in the reincarnation will also disappear.

These stolen years are like a peach garden hidden in a deep stream.It will eventually dissipate into a secret that no one knows.

Gu Xun doesn't like drinking.

The wine is spicy, flowing through the throat, and ignites a fire, as if it can burn up the words I want to say.

But ashes pile up in the heart, sparks will start a prairie fire again.

There will be more things to say.

There will be even more uncontrollable emotions.

Gu Xun stumbled into Qingling with the wine in his hand.

Pushing open the door, he saw that hazy figure that had only appeared in dreams for a long time.

The slightly drunkenness makes people confused, but the discomfort is still there——

His little lady, ignore him.

When Xici saw the person coming, he suddenly raised his head, and his eyes were also surprised.

Gu Xun walked towards him step by step, the smell of alcohol lingered in the room...

Before Xici could chase him away, Gu Xun lay down on his desk shamelessly, tilted his head to look at him with one hand propped up, the wine softened his voice, and his voice became soft, he murmured like a lost child, "Brother... ...You just talk to me, okay?"

The only advantage of candlelight is that the shiny circle of thin light can make everything blurry and soft.

It will dilute the hatred and smudge the love.

Xi Ci moved his lips, "You're drunk."

"Yeah," Gu Xun slapped his eyes, "I'm drunk and I can't find my way back. Can you pick me up?"

Xici's hand holding the pen lost strength for a moment, and the ink color blurred a large area on the rice paper.

Gu Xun smiled happily, his pen became unsteady, which proves...

"Brother," the wine-soaked voice was low and seductive, "You're upset."

Xici didn't deny it, but put the pen aside lightly, inexplicably more patient today, "Gu Xun, go back."

"My name is not Gu Xun..." Gu Xun took advantage of the drunkenness, completely disregarding his face, "My name is Gu Beilou, and you just wrote it on paper."

Under Gu Xun's mournful and fiery gaze, Xici finally had no choice but to say, "Gu Beilou, go back."

"I'm not going back." Gu Xun's eyes flashed with surprise, and then he fell down lonely, "I'm going back... I won't see you again."

Drunk people are always like children, their emotions come and go quickly.

Gu Xun frowned slightly, staring at Xici's hand under the moonlight for a long time, then timidly raised his own, and couldn't help but cover it.

There is a cool temperature in the palm, which cools down the restlessness caused by the strong alcohol in the body.

Xici froze for a moment as if startled, and then wanted to withdraw his hand.

But was held by Gu Xun domineeringly.

When he moved again, Gu Xun simply pulled his hand and separated his clenched fingertips one by one. The plain white palm was laid flat, and then he used his fingertips to sweep over the scabbed red marks on Xici's palm. , he murmured in distress, "If you are angry, just scold me...don't usurp your hands, okay?"

"You always pinch your palms red, it hurts."

Gu Xun bowed his head, and gently blew on Xici's palm. The breath was warm with the aroma of wine, and when it swept across Xici's palm, it was crisp and numb, "Blowing on it won't hurt."

"So I'm not happy, and you're just coaxing me like this," Gu Xun suddenly raised his head, his dark eyes shining brightly under the candlelight, "Now I'm coaxing you, you just talk to me, okay?"

Xici suddenly withdrew his hand, his thoughts were in a mess, and he couldn't figure out where the head was.

After a long time, he said softly, "I'm caring about you."

Xici said, "Happy birthday."

The moonlight pours from the window, and the warm voice flows into the ears.

Xi Ci lowered his eyes and looked at Gu Xun, who had been dazed for a while, and just about to speak, Gu Xun's hand covered the back of his neck at some point, and he hooked forward domineeringly, and his lips that smelled of alcohol stuck to him like a child his.

The wine made his breath hot, and Gu Xun gnawed devoutly and nostalgicly. As soon as Xi Ci moved, he raised his eyes slightly, and the drunken affection in him was seductive. He left for a moment, and coaxed softly, "Brother, shut up." Eye."

"Don't want to—" Choking on the words Hu Nao, Gu Xun raised his hand to gently cover Xi Ci's eyes, leaned over, and pushed him down on the soft bed.

The person on the couch struggled lightly, but Gu Xun pulled off his hairband and tied his wrists.Xici's face flushed with embarrassment.

The blue hair hangs down, and the moonlight shines on the white jade-like skin, which is enchanting.

Drunkenness can easily lead to loss of control.Memories and actions are overlapping with the past.

This time he was not Yuan Shiwu, the person in his arms, nor the little wife he had deceived. Gu Xun kissed Xici inch by inch, and his hoarse voice did not know how drunk he was. He coaxed, "I gently of."

The red candle flickered and finally went out.

One last good dream.

Be ridiculous one last time.

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