The Stars Cross the Frost Ocean

There is nothing to look at, lonely and lonely, but ignorantly happy.

But he could imagine that every time Xue Yang looked at him, there must be endless sarcasm and ridicule in his dark eyes.

Feeling a slight pain in his heart, he couldn't help but whispered softly: "Zichen..." Song Lan heard it, turned her head, and looked at him with a pair of bright eyes, full of almost irrepressible love that was about to come out : "What's the matter?" The extremely warm and clear voice brushed away a little bit of the panic in my heart, but what came up from the abyss was more melancholy and lost: "It's okay..."

Seemingly seeing what Xiao Xingchen was thinking, Song Lan tightened his grip on the sword a little bit, and his fingertips turned white due to excessive force, but he still said softly: "You don't need to be like this. Let's go." Xiao Xingchen didn't answer.

When they arrived at the familiar and strange house, Song Lan stopped suddenly and said, "Go in." Xiao Xingchen was a little surprised: "You..." Song Lan forced a weak smile: "This is your memory , I will always respect you."

After a pause, he finally uttered the sentence that had been circling in his heart for a long time: "Some things must be let go after all. And some people... what should be forgotten, should be forgotten." After finishing speaking, He took a long breath, but his mood was not relieved by it.

Xiao Xingchen remained silent, as if he was pondering Song Lan's words carefully, and after a long time, he said, "Okay." Just one word, full of years of vicissitudes, helplessness and desolation, revealed the deep fatigue in his heart .

Xiao Xingchen raised his hand, and gently pushed open the wooden door that was not stained with a trace of dirt. He was wondering in his heart, and when he looked into the room, it was also neat and clean. Just when his doubts were serious, there was a sudden sound from the curtain. The crisp sound was that a kettle fell on the ground and broke into pieces. The delicate white porcelain was still stained with wet drops of water. The boiling water scalded the ground, and some splashed on the man's black robe. Immediately, a deeper color seeped out, braving scorching heat.

Moving his gaze upwards, Xiao Xingchen suddenly froze, and then his eyes opened wider and wider, his pupils shrank suddenly, and then they became full again.

Respect to find the old path, but the time seems to fly away, when the wind is blowing and the cold is cold, the old man should still be there.

Almost trembling, he squeezed out a name that was like a trivial dream that haunted his heart every day from between his clenched lips: "... Xue... Yang...".These two words were said very heavily, and it was hard to tell whether it was gnashing of teeth with hatred, or maddened with joy.

Xue Yang just stood there quietly, without saying a word, nor did he make any movement, except for the sound of the wind blowing and falling leaves, as if time stood still.

In fact, this kind of encounter scene has been dreamed in Xue Yang's mind countless times. He thought he could keep his composure, but he forgot that it was an illusion created by vainness and hypocrisy. On him, everything seemed so unexpected.

Finally, his vocal cords trembled a little and said: "The road is...long", probing cautiously, and it seemed like a trivial question.Xiao Xingchen stopped breathing, and turned his cheek, but he didn't want to look at him again, his Adam's apple trembled slightly, and he uttered a little nervously: "...Shuanghua".

The cold tone was like ice floes floating on the lake, which would shatter at the touch of a touch.

This answer far exceeded Xue Yang's expectation.He thought that when Xiao Xingchen saw him again, he would be angry or sad, question him, hate him, blame him, and kill him mercilessly.

But he didn't want to say a word to himself, he was bored to the extreme.

It can be counted years to guard an empty city, to endure day-to-day brain-gouging, night-to-night heart-piercing pain, to be crazy, to be crazy, to fight for a spiritual bag, to fight, to grab, to snatch, and to get it back. It was the man's indifference and indifference.A trace of evil thoughts welled up in Xue Yang's heart, and he showed a desolate and treacherous smile and said, "At the table in the cabinet, the Taoist priest wait a moment, I'll go and get it."As if afraid of being rejected, as soon as the voice fell, the steps were already taken.Xiao Xingchen: "..."

The moment he turned around, the smile on his face was gone, a sinister and hostile air loomed between his brows, and there was a pool of black stagnant water in his eyes, which couldn't even ripple. Reflecting endless sarcasm and insidiousness.

"Oh, Daoist, since you took the initiative to come to your door, do you think I will let you go?" The corner of Xue Yang's lips curled up with a touch of cruel tenderness, and he said softly in a deep voice that no one could hear. Underneath, there are hidden crises and undercurrents.But in his heart, there was clearly a trace of joy.

Handing the jade-like frost to Xiao Xingchen, Xue Yang pretended to ask, "Did the Taoist priest make a plan?" Xiao Xingchen listened to his seemingly idle tone, and his inner defense became more and more serious: "Well, to do those unfinished things." Although Xiao Xingchen was as cold and paranoid as Xue Yang, Xiao Xingchen didn't know why, but he didn't want to hide it from him.

Either way, we will never see each other again.Thinking like this, Xiao Xingchen silently swallowed the unknown bitterness in his heart that was so thick that it couldn't be resolved.

After hearing this, Xue Yang secretly hated that person even more, the smile in his eyes gradually became cold, but his face remained calm.In the corner of the wall, the mysterious Jiang disaster seemed to sense the master's unsteadiness, and the spiritual power of the green awn flowed more urgently, converging to the edge of the sword.

Xiao Xingchen didn't say much anymore, even though his heart was complicated, he turned around and wanted to leave.Xue Yang stared at the thin figure in front of him, for fear that in the blink of an eye, that person would disappear from his sight.The scorching love, and the fear and loss of facing loss once again, along with the flow of blood, slammed into the body shape recklessly, gripped his heart fiercely, and the extreme pain made him call out softly, his tone But it is extremely gentle: "Daoist, can you forgive me"?

Xiao Xingchen was still hesitating in his mind, but he quietly withdrew his steps towards the outside until he stood there silently.

Yinuo

Xue Yang's original intention was to keep him, but as soon as the words came out, his meaning changed.

Xiao Xingchen didn't walk or stand, he stood there in embarrassment, feeling dazed for a moment.The eyelashes trembled slightly, and the eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of mist, like dim and faint stars in the blurred night.

Just as a gust of wind blew by, the white clothes fluttered, and the ink was carried forward, which also wiped away the wet tears in his eyes.

After a long while, Xiao Xingchen stabilized his mood, did not turn around, recalled the scene in his dream, and was depressed, but still said in a deep voice: "You, bloodthirsty." He gently closed his eyes, like a barrier to block any leakage Emotions, only two light tears on the eyelids, let people see his precarious heart.Xue Yang waited patiently for a long time, and when he heard this, he frowned slightly, with infinite desolation in his chest, which turned into a lonely smile without any trace left.

"Oh, heh." Xue Yang smiled indifferently. It turned out that he still thought he was crazy to slaughter people all over the house just because he cut off his finger.

Everything was the same as before, Xiao Xingchen would not understand him at all, let alone love him.

It turns out that the word Xue Yang, in Xiao Xingchen's heart, has always represented a murderous maniac, and will always be.

Like being pricked by a needle, strands of pain spread along the blood, covering up the unstoppable loneliness, wanting to keep him, but the desire to force him to stay by his side became stronger and stronger.

Seeing that he still didn't mean to say a word to him, Xue Yang said bitterly: "Ah, I almost forgot, I haven't congratulated the Taoist priest for being blind, and finally able to see the world." Xiao Xingchen slowly opened his eyes. Eyes, the emotions are no longer turbulent, but the voice is covered with a layer of coldness: "Before, who gave me the gift of teaching me to fall into the night, this time, you are not close to me, it is my good fortune. Moreover , even if you have these eyes, you still can't see through the heart that is separated by a layer of human skin, so how can you say congratulations." In the second half of the sentence, all kinds of concealment, deceit and harm in the past surfaced in front of my eyes, and the semantic meaning Like a plum blossom in the mist, Xue Yang could feel the coolness penetrating his heart, hazy, cold, and ethereal.

Xue Yang's blood-colored lips moved slightly, but he answered the previous question: "Since that's the case, Daoist, I promise you, how about changing your bloodthirsty nature?" His words were extremely serious, and Xiao Xingchen was a little stunned for a moment. , his gaze lost for a moment, but he immediately refocused, sneered, and sarcastically said: "How can you do it."

"Because you are the one person I can no longer lose, so I can do anything for you. Even this life, as long as you say you want it, you can take it." In Xue Yang's heart, this kind of crazy thought was like going crazy. Jumping and rushing, looking at Xiao Xingchen's slender figure, I really wanted to use the most gentle movements to gently cut open the man's chest, and deeply buried these long-buried words on his bright red heart, Then slowly suck away the strands of blood that flowed out.

But Xue Yang only twitched the corners of his lips, and didn't say a word. He didn't know what to do, and he was afraid that a slightly excessive move would speed up the person's departure.It was the third time in his life that he felt so powerless.

The first time was when he severed his finger at the age of seven. Fortunately, he could still cry unscrupulously at that time.

So far, Xue Yang has grown up in a day, but his heart is still stuck in that evening when the setting sun is like blood.

The second time, when Xiao Xingchen was almost completely wiped out, he seldom showed bewilderment. When he first encountered the bright moon and clear breeze, his heart had already grown again.

Too bad it's still lost.

"What happened before was all caused by me." After a while, he replied slowly.When Xiao Xingchen heard his deep and sad question and answer, his heart throbbed a little, and every breath he took was as heavy as a heavy boulder.

At this moment, the bright sun was shining brightly, and the scorching light could not melt the ice between the two of them.

Xiao Xingchen broke