Help! The ascetic and cold senior brother is actually a fallen demon villain

The wind stopped and the clouds stopped.

He couldn't find her, but he could feel that she was always there.

Stars and frosts are passing by, and living in the world is endless. In the past few years, Baili Shuokong has not given up the black fox as a container, paying attention to his every move, going to Nufang Country, and logically bringing Heiming back to Sanlangou.

Jiang Huai also grew up slowly, and unexpectedly found that the two little boys interacted very harmoniously.

Maybe it was the human compassion in his heart, or maybe it was Jiang Huai who influenced the father's love in his heart, or maybe Heiming's temperament won his heart. The longer they got along, Baili Shuokong found that he became more and more soft-hearted, and he couldn't let go no matter what. hand.

At night, he thought a lot by himself.

Taking over Heiming's thoughts, how would Huaihuai view his father, and how would the other life masters in Sanlangou view their leader.

If she comes back one day...

His thoughts were in a mess, and he felt like sitting on pins and needles for a long time. It wasn't until someone tugged at the corner of his clothes that Baili Shuokong came back to his senses.

He looked down and saw that the boy with a pair of black animal ears on his head looked very well-behaved and his purple eyes were staring at him.

Baili Shuokong stretched out his palm, touched the fox's head, and asked softly, "What's wrong?"

"Jiang Juanyi," the young black fox's ears twitched, seeming to enjoy his touch. He let go and held up his head, handing out several dusty notes to him, "I just dug it out during the fight with Jiang Huai. for you."

"..."

The name he mentioned made Baili Shuokong unable to react for a moment.

How long has it been since I heard her name again?

The man's expression was well managed. He accepted it calmly and flipped through the pages one by one.

The yellowed paper is filled with the woman's thoughts, her past, her dreams, and her pain are all displayed.

first slide:

"Satatsuki Twenty-Five: Do you believe in love at first sight? This is a very old-fashioned saying, but things like eye contact are very mysterious, and that's how I am."

The golden autumn wind blew through the window lattice, and the pure white hibiscus fell on the table and landed on a letter, Huaicheng Teahouse. It was the first time the daughter of the Jiang family saw Baili Shuokong, the first genius of Shenchuan.

At that time, the young man was high-spirited and traveled all over the world. In his free time, he would sit in the teahouse on the second floor with his friends and write poems about life. He was so absorbed in the conversation that he did not notice that the beautiful girl's eyes stayed on him for a long time.

the second one:

"Juyue Shiba: In every match you play, I never fall behind. There are many people cheering for you under the ring, and it's hard for you to notice me."

"I won't have any contact with you. My facial paralysis may make you feel boring, so I won't take the initiative to talk to you. Let's keep ourselves safe. Baili Shuokong doesn't know Jiang Yanyi, but Jiang Yanyi knows Baili Shuokong. "Lishuokong"

"Do you like hibiscus flowers? Hibiscus flowers bloom in the morning and fall in the evening. Each time they wither, they bloom more brilliantly next time. Just like the sunset rises again, spring passes and autumn comes, the four seasons rotate endlessly. Loving someone will have low points. There will be turmoil, but those who know how to love will still persevere gently."

The third piece:

"I saw a girl walking very close to you today. I found out that the girl in pink is called Jiang Ying. Is she your lover?"

"Oh, it turns out to be my sister. Well... luckily there was no misunderstanding."

"Father is going to hold a contest for me to find a bride. It's in Huaicheng. Have you received the news in Sanlangou? Will you come, not as a contestant?"

Fourth sheet:

"Twenty-seven Flower Moon: My father does not agree with me marrying you. He said that you are a smiling tiger, the city is deep, you treat human life as nothing, and anyone can take advantage of it."

"I refuted my father and said, if you are really such a person, I will change you so that you no longer ignore life. I know you are a very gentle person."

Once here, Baili Shuokong read all the thoughts she had written down in her own hand.

Tears rolled down from his dull and gray eyes, his eyes were red, and slid down his pale cheeks. The fingers holding the note were so tight that they were shaking, and his voice was low and tired.

Xiao Heiming didn't understand what he saw. The fox's tail wrapped around his wrist and gently pulled it down, taking away the rice paper in his hand. "Don't read if you feel sad."

He folded the yellow paper and glanced at the fourth note vaguely. He saw that the entire content of this piece of paper had been ruthlessly crossed out by pen and ink, leaving only a few messy and weak words below:

"I'm sorry, I can't seem to do it."

This date was exactly the day Jiang Kuyi heard about the plan and gave him a slap in the face.

At this moment, Baili Shuokong finally understood what Jiang Yanyi meant after she slapped him, and understood that she left in order for him to fully understand the preciousness of life.

He realized it too late and paid a heavy price.

In the morning, the fog cleared.

It’s not just early morning, it’s not just fog.

In front of the desk, a man with a gentle temperament straightened his back, held a pen in his right hand, and carefully wrote in regular cursive:

"Jiang Juanyi, I named my child Jiang Huai. He is very lively. I don't understand who his temperament follows."

"He has a very good talent. He is a good swordsman. He is sensible and knows right from wrong. He can distinguish between good and evil. He has a pure mind. He is not like me, and his evil path is vague."

"Jiang Juanyi, if I can fall into hell, experience endless hardships, change my temperament through hardening of my bones, understand the vicissitudes and sufferings in life, and become the perfect existence in your heart——"

The tip of the pen paused here, and Baili Shuokong's thoughts were scattered. He thought of all the sins in his life and could not write for a long time.

At this time, a young hand covered the back of his hand, and Heiming, who was helping him grind the ink, controlled the tip of his pen to dip it in the ink, then let go, then turned back to continue grinding the ink, and whispered:

"Keep writing, at least you won't have any regrets."

He himself is only a ten-year-old child, but he comforts him, an old monster who has lived for hundreds of years.

Baili Shuokong smiled at him, his eyes returned to the paper, he picked up the pen and started writing, with clear and graceful writing:

"Can I come back in your place?"

Each stroke, one ink, one inkstone, one piece of paper, one person, one mind, all filled with letters that cannot be sent.

There is a writer, but no recipient.