Half Demon and Half Mountain

In the memories in his mind, Cen Shen looked at Huan Le intently, without blinking.

In the real small courtyard, Huan Le looked at Cen Shen angrily without blinking.

Oh, he was still thinking: "Who did Ah Cen see? He never smiled at me like this. Why, why is this..."

But Cen Shen seemed to be immersed in his picture, without any reaction.

Huan Le was afraid that pulling him out by force would damage his brain, so he could only endure, endure, and continue to endure.

Five minutes later, Cen Shen finally came back to his senses, but he was surprised to find that Agui was laughing all over the place for some reason, and the whole turtle was about to die.And Huan Le squatted on the ground, hugged his knees with his hands, and pointed the back of his head at him.

"What's wrong?" Cen Shen asked.

"Hmph!" Huan Le breathed out through his nostrils.

Cen looked at Agui suspiciously, Agui calmed down and said, "Young Hero Lele is jealous."

This made Cen Shen even more confused, but in a few minutes, who would Huan Le be jealous of?Is there a third person here besides the two of them?

"What happened?" he asked again.

"Who did you see just now?" Huan Le finally turned his head, his eyes widened, "There are many beautiful men in Chang'an City, but you can't smile at them!"

Cen Shen: "..."

Huan Le: "Look, you have a guilty conscience!"

But no matter what, Cen Shen would never admit that he only smiled when he saw Huan Le, and he didn't feel that he laughed at all.Clearing his throat, he said, "I just saw Song Li fall."

Huan Le was suspicious: "Really?"

Cen Shen: "Really."

Huan Le: "You lied to me!"

"Is it over yet?" Cen Shen's face suddenly turned cold, "Stand up."

Huan Le was stunned for two seconds by his training, and he immediately became aggrieved, and had to listen to his words and stand up again.But he was standing, and his body was still awkwardly turned, but he refused to face Cen Shen head-on.

"I'm wronged and angry" is written all over her body, even in every strand of hair.

Cen Shen was helpless, "Come here."

Huan Le moved over slowly, looking at Cen Shen with small eyes, accusing.

So under such gaze, Cen Shen raised his hand to rub his head, and smoothed his hair, "Is this all right?"

Huan Le shook his head immediately, and then moved his cheeks together, the intention was quite obvious.

Cen Shen had no choice but to forcefully kiss him.

Huan Le finally smiled and returned him a big kiss, but Cen Shen was so disgusted that he leaned back.But Huan Le stretched out his hand to grab him, and wrapped his arms around his waist, forcefully pressed him on the table and kissed him deeply, until——until his breath disappeared!

When his anger subsides, he has the final say!

Agui, who was forced to watch, only hated himself for not running fast enough. He was about to vomit if he still had to eat this kind of dog food at a very old age.

"That's enough, stop making trouble." After a long time, Cen Shen pushed Huan Le away, panting slightly, his lips and cheeks flushed.The neckline was also crooked, and there was an obvious hickey on the exposed collarbone.

"Okay." Huan Le rubbed his face, turned around and poured him a glass of warm water.While he was drinking water, he slowly covered his collarbone.

Afterwards, Cen Shen continued to look up Liu Qi's memories, intermittently sorting out the subsequent development.

Huan Le sorted out the cause and effect while picking up vegetables for Cen Shen: "In other words, after Song Li struggled, she still didn't have the convenience brought by using that pen."

"You can't say that." Cen Shen nodded: "He missed the road, but he came back in the end."

Song Li wrote many poems with that pen, all of which are masterpieces passed down to this day without exception.These poems had no signature, no dynasty, and at that time, no one had heard of them. In other words, as long as Liu Qi didn't expose him, Song Li could take them for himself.

Such a big temptation was too hard for Song Li to resist.

He had struggled and suffered, and Cen Shen saw his neurotic behavior of throwing away the pen and rushing out to retrieve it from the grass.

At this time, Cen Shen once felt that Liu Qi was like a devil who seduced people into committing crimes. He gave Song Li his pen and observed secretly. What exactly did he want to see?

Song Li's heart was gradually eroded by interests, and he convinced himself that it was just a shortcut to his ideal, so after countless sleepless nights, he achieved short-term success with those poems.

He picked one or two relatively common songs and didn't make much publicity, but the door of the academy was opened for him again.

On that day, he put on brand new clothes and even a new pair of cloth shoes, and walked across Nanliu Bridge with a book.He is about to open a new chapter in his life and usher in a brand new tomorrow, but the weather is not good, and when he walked to the middle of the bridge, it started to rain lightly.

It was this inexplicable rain that stopped him again.

He was afraid that the rain would wet his new clothes and shoes, so he hurried to hide from the rain under the eaves of a shop under the bridge.There was an old acquaintance who came to hide from the rain with him that day, yes, it was Mr. Huan again.

Song Li could always meet Huan Le at Nanliu Bridge, and Huan Le would always greet him with a smile, never caring about his identity.

"Boss, here are two bowls of noodle soup!" Huan Le brushed off the rainwater from his clothes, flicked his hem, and sat down on the small square table in front of the shop, and warmly greeted Song Li, "Come here , I treat you."

Song Li wanted to refuse, but he didn't eat much breakfast this morning, smelling the fragrance from the shop, his stomach was already growling.He was a little embarrassed, but he couldn't bear the hunger, so he sat down with his head down.

"Thank you, Third Young Master."

"You're welcome."

When Huan Le spoke, he always had the unique spirit of a young man, no matter how dark the sky outside was, it couldn't cover the light in his eyes.

Song Li chatted with him for a few words, and the rain became heavier and heavier.

The boss brought out noodle soup, and the bowl for Huan Le was more than that for Song Li, and even more chopped green onions were sprinkled on it.Song Li glanced at the boss indiscriminately, but didn't see anything.

Halfway through eating, Huan Le suddenly raised his head, "Huh? Why haven't I heard you mention your poems today?"

Song Li was stunned, and his hand holding the chopsticks was suspended in the air, letting the heat of the noodle soup continue to rise, blurring his face.

Huan Le said jokingly, "Are you planning to give up?"

Song Li still didn't answer, with a dry smile that was almost frozen on her face, and her blood gradually faded.

Crazy scholar, crazy scholar, he is called so, isn't it because he never leaves his poems?

I don’t even mention it now, are you planning to give up?

Song Li gradually felt hard to breathe, and stared straight at a mud spot on Huan Le's clothes.Look at yourself again, even if you are spotless, there seems to be dirt that cannot be washed off.

He clenched his chopsticks tightly, as if holding his pen, and began to tremble.

"Crack!" He slapped the chopsticks on the table suddenly.

Huan Le looked up in astonishment, he was just teasing casually just now, so he didn't take it seriously, seeing Song Li showing such a strange behavior now, isn't he a little confused?

But before he could ask a question, Song Li said "Sorry", got up and rushed into the rain.

It rained for a long time that day, getting bigger and bigger, so no one noticed Song Li running wildly in the rain.He ran for a long time until he reached a broken wall before falling to his knees due to exhaustion.

He seemed to be crazy, tore up all the poems and books in his arms, shouted hysterically, and threw them all into the rain.

After that, Song Li fell ill.

But Song Li on the sick bed seemed to have turned back to the original Song Li.He locked the pen in a drawer, refused the invitation to re-enter the academy, and continued to write his own absurd and vulgar poems.

After that, it seemed like a long time passed, and Song Li did not appear in Liu Qi's memory.

"In other words, it was, it was I who dispelled his idea of ​​using those poems?" Huan Le was so surprised that he almost lost his words.For him, it was an ordinary rainy day, and he didn't even remember that he had played such a joke with Song Li.

But who knew that such a joke would change his decision?

Agui then said in the tone of someone who has experienced it: "Young man, this is the pot that lives too short. You have to know that life is like this. An insignificant thing, a thing, or even a word, maybe You can change other people's lives, you young people, you just live too jb and do your own way."

"Is this my fault?" Huan Le's eyes widened, "And I brought him back to the right path, otherwise history might have been tampered with by him."

Agui shook his head, "It's not so easy to distinguish between the righteous and crooked paths, anyway, in the end it's a path to death."

Cen Shen quietly watched them quarreling and ignored them.He rummaged carefully, and finally found the last picture in the corner of his mind - he saw Song Li carrying a bag and seemed to be leaving Chang'an.

At this time, Song Li's eyes were surprisingly peaceful, so peaceful that it was almost sad.

He mixed in the team leaving the city, moved slowly, and walked out of the gate of this towering majestic city step by step.Before leaving, he looked back at the plaque on the city gate for a long time, and suddenly tears filled his eyes.

He didn't say a word, just stretched out his hand and waved it vigorously, as if he was saying goodbye to someone with all his strength.People coming and going looked at him strangely, but no one recognized Song Li, who no longer spoke poetry.

Liu Qi was watching him from the tower, and Cen Shen was also there.

Looking down can get a bigger view. In his eyes, Song Li is as small as a grain of sand in a sea of ​​people.No one came to see him off, but he waved his hands desperately, as if saying goodbye to the city.

Or, say goodbye to your former self.

Farewell, Changan.

Farewell, Song Li.

The broken pen has sunk forever. From then on, there will be no more stories of crazy scholars in Nanliu Bridge, and no one will clamor to be the best poet in the world.

Huan Le listened, pondered for a moment, and said: "Then it should be that he asked me to go to the ghost feast with him."

Agui asked: "Is it because you woke him up with a word, so he asked you to go with him? Isn't it for revenge?"

"Impossible." Huan Le was determined.

"Maybe, because of this, he feels that Huan Le is the only one who understands him." Cen Shen said.

Does Ke Huanle understand?

No, he doesn't understand.

Huan Le inevitably thought of the night of the ghost banquet, and Song Li's eyes sparkled with excitement. He said that he wanted to write a poem that is unique in ancient times, so he invited Huan Le to go to the ghost banquet with him.

Maybe he was betting on whether he had that talent or not.

And at the ghost banquet, when he recited the phrase "kill a person in ten steps, never stay a thousand miles away", thinking that he had succeeded, it was the beginning of all the pain.

Li Bai's unparalleled terrifying talent completely knocked him down.No matter how hard you try, you can never reach that height, and even when you compose poetry, you subconsciously recite other people's lines.

How sad.

How ridiculous.

In this bustling city of Chang'an, there are so many talents and heroes, they live under the bright lights, and they are intertwined together in an extremely beautiful dream.

Song Li is just an inconspicuous name, a brick and a grass in this era.

If he was guilty, the charge would probably be called mediocrity.