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"Yes."

Chapter 17 Lan Xuan, Su Rufeng

Mu Qingyan got up just after dawn, and was sitting at the Eight Immortals table in the room waiting for Lan Xuan.Half a month was not as difficult as I imagined. Lan Xuan would accompany her to walk around every day. Although the scope of activities was limited to this small yard, it was not boring.It's just that it's still early, and I don't know when Lan Xuan will come over. Mu Qingyan looked at the fish-white sky through the window, and it was still a little dark.She will leave here after today, Rufeng, can I wait for you? The familiar face that Mu Qingyan closed her eyes haunted her mind again.Can I wait? Even Lan Xuan doesn't know, how can I know Nan.Mu Qingyan didn't know what would happen in the future and what was waiting for her, but she would wait until the day she fell.Rufeng, can I see you again? Thinking of this, Mu Qingyan lowered her eyebrows and her eyes dimmed.She sat for a long time, got up and took out Su Rufeng's letter box from under the piano case, and flipped through the creeds that she had read countless times. In fact, she could memorize the content on them, but she would still repeat them over and over again. Looking through it, it's because every word and every word in those letters is Su Rufeng's deep affection for him, and that person's sincerity for him.Qingyan: I used to not believe in the existence of gods in this world, but now I have to believe it. When I came back from Yandang Mountain, my father only saw me as if I survived a catastrophe, but I knew that I was no longer the one I used to be. me.I don't know what the thing that saved me was, and I've never seen that flower.Should I thank it for saving me? That thing gave me a second life, but it also took away my right to be human.Qingyan, I miss you very much, I miss you who always stretch out my hand to scratch me, I miss you who always like to bicker with me, I miss you who I like the most.Qingyan: I was drunk that night and I couldn't help kissing you. It was both impulsive and involuntary. Your lips are soft and sweet, just like the sweet rice wine I ate when I was a child. It's so soft and soft that people can get intoxicated without knowing it. , but I have to push you away.Qingyan, I really want to just indulge in your tenderness, but I know I can't.Qingyan: On the day on the west mountain, you asked me what you are to me, I want to tell you that you are my dream, because only in my dream can I dare to hug you, kiss you, and possess you .I know you have feelings for me, but I am no longer human, how can I deserve your love? When I see your red eyes, I really want to hug you and let you understand my heart, but I can't .Qingyan, I know I broke your heart, but I have no choice but to refuse.You are the phoenix who wants to soar to the nine heavens, the princess Damu who can call the wind and rain, I..., but I am not even a human being, or I don’t know what I am, if I love you like this.Qingyan: When I heard that you wanted the emperor to marry you and other people, my heart ached so badly. Your words were like needles, piercing deeply into my body, repeatedly.Your voice is like a knife, gouging out my heart, is this God's punishment for me? Qingyan, if you really like that person, I should congratulate you too. "Su Rufeng, you big fool, big fool, it doesn't matter if you are not human, I like you, so why would you care if you are human, ghost, demon, demon or something. Stupid... big fool. ..." When it came to the end, Mu Qingyan was sobbing.When Lan Xuan stepped into Mu Qingyan's room, Mu Qingyan was drooping her head and closing her eyes. There were still two clear tear stains on her face, a few large and shining teardrops were very obvious on her face.Lan Xuan walked up to Mu Qingyan's side, wanting to comfort her, but stretched out his hand in the air but retracted it, and asked softly, "Why are you crying?" Hearing Lan Xuan's voice made Mu Qingyan realize that someone had come in, she wiped the tears from her face and said to Lan Xuan: "It's nothing." "Do you miss Su Rufeng again?" Said and sat beside Mu Qingyan.Mu Qingyan didn't answer Lan Xuan, but even if she didn't say Lan Xuan already had the answer in her heart, Mu Qingyan's tears would only be for Su Rufeng, if one day Mu Qingyan could shed a tear for herself, then what she said It's all worth it.Mu Qingyan saw a wooden box in Lan Xuan's hand and asked, "Is that the red flame butterfly inside?" The wooden box should be made of Yin sunken wood, it's only about the size of a palm, and there are some The strange lines similar to runes should be yin inscriptions. "En." "Then you should do it quickly." Mu Qingyan's eyes were still a little soft, but her eyes and words were extremely firm when she stared at Lan Xuan. "Okay." In the past, at any time, Lan Xuan had a faint smile on her face, but today there was no extra expression on her face, but the corners of her mouth were always slightly drawn.Lan Xuan put the wooden box in his hand on the table of the Eight Immortals, sat next to Mu Qingyan, stared at her face and asked softly: "Are you ready? I'm going to do it." "Yes." Lan Xuan Gently picked up Mu Qingyan's wrist.Mu Qingyan's wrist was very slender, like a thin stick that would break if she tried hard enough.Didn't she eat well in the past half a month? Why is she still so thin, so thin that it makes people feel distressed.Seeing that Lan Xuan was holding her wrist and did not move for a long time, Mu Qingyan called tentatively, "Lan Xuan?" "Ah?" Mu Qingyan's voice made Lan Xuan raise her head subconsciously, and she was stunned looking at Mu Qingyan's face.Mu Qingyan asked suspiciously, "Is there any question?" "No, no." Lan Xuan shook his head and took a deep breath, "Then I started?" "Okay." Hearing Mu Qingyan's answer, Lan Xuan officially started to do it.She first ran across Mu Qingyan's wrist with her fingertips, a thin red mark immediately appeared on Mu Qingyan's fair wrist, Lan Xuan quickly took out a fire butterfly with red wings from the box Well, it's called Chi Yandie, the whole body of that butterfly is glowing with flames, and its whole body is crystal clear, but the small one is extremely shiny.Lan Xuan placed Chi Yandie lightly on Mu Qingyan's wrist. The moment Chi Yandie was close to her body, Mu Qingyan felt a ball of flames burning her skin, and her entire wrist became extremely hot .Lan Xuan put his hands around Chi Yandie, Chi Yandie seemed to have sensed something, flapped its wings twice and got in through the tiny opening, at that moment Mu Qingyan felt like she was on fire, qiang The intense burning pain seemed to burn her to death, and she seemed to be able to hear the sound of her own skin and flesh cracking.Lan Xuan looked at Mu Qingyan's head covered with fine sweat, her face was like white wax, and her other hand was firmly grasping the leg of the table forbearance, she couldn't help asking with concern: "Are you okay?" "I'm fine." Mu Qingyan shook her head, her voice was a little hoarse, sounding hollow.Lan Xuan pursed his lips, and faced Mu Qingyan's hand with his own.Feeling that there seemed to be a warm current coming from Lan Xuan's palm, the burning sensation also eased a lot.After about one stick of incense, Lan Xuan quickly withdrew his hands and hid them in his sleeve robe.In the past, Lan Xuan liked to wear clothes with narrow sleeves, because they were convenient and neat, but during this time, he wore light blue skirts with wide sleeves every day.Lan Xuan's hands in the wide sleeves trembled uncontrollably, her lips seemed to be covered with a thin layer of frost, and her face became a little pale.Of course, Mu Qingyan didn't know all this, she just retracted her hand, only to see that the red mark on her wrist had disappeared, replaced by a vivid fiery red mark of a fire butterfly. "Qingyan, can you play a piece for me?" At some point, Lan Xuan had already walked to the piano table, and said to Mu Qingyan with a smile. "Okay." Although the corners of Lan Xuan's mouth curled up, Mu Qingyan nodded involuntarily, as if she was about to cry.Mu Qingyan walked over to the piano case generously, and played the Autumn Wind Ci, which sounded very sad and far away, like complaints, and the lovesickness in the song was fully displayed.I haven't played the piano for many days, but the sound of the piano reminded Mu Qingyan of the night when Su Rufeng drank, that night when she played the piano for her and she danced the sword for herself, everything was so familiar. This world is gone. "Entering my lovesickness door, you know my lovesickness is painful, long lovesickness is long lovesickness, short lovesickness is endless." Mu Qingyan probably thought of Su Rufeng again.After the song was over, Mu Qingyan also stopped moving her fingertips, only to hear Lan Xuan who had been standing by her side asking Mu Qingyan: "Do you know why I like piano?" Mu Qingyan shook her head, looking at Lan Xuan's face. "My mother passed away shortly after I was born. I remember her as a very gentle woman, but I have long been vague about her appearance. It's just that the most common thing left by my mother is the piano score, so every time I miss her When I was young, I would take out the xylophone she left behind and practice the score she left behind. This was the only thing I could do in my spare time when I was young, but most of the time I would be thrown into various training grounds by my father, every time I came back She will be covered with bruises, but she will never soften her heart because of this. When I get well, he will be thrown into a more dangerous purgatory. Sometimes I wonder if my father would not treat me like this if my mother was still alive. "Lan Xuan's father may be a competent patriarch who led the Huangquan clan to prosperity, but he was never a good father. l Looking at Lan Xuan's sad smile, Mu Qingyan couldn't help calling out: "Lan Xuan." "Huh?"