Xiyao

Li Ruo is afraid of the cold, Chu Jiangli has always known.

Although he didn't understand why a demon was afraid of the cold, but before falling asleep at night, he would always watch the demon sitting by the bed in a daze curl up into a ball in the cold.

He would not be picky about eating the mediocre food cooked by Chu Jiangli, sitting by the basin and rubbing the hard-to-wash white clothes, but insisted on refusing to sleep.

The police also asked him why, Yao only answered one word: "Cold."

Asleep, it will be cold.

colder than waking.

So the matter was over.

The policeman had no money to buy him a charcoal fire to burn overnight, and ordinary firewood could not burn overnight.

Day after day, the demon sat by the bed and stayed up all night.

But on the day Yaojiu left and returned, the police quickly warmed the goat's milk for the baby, fed it in a hurry, and coaxed him to sleep.

Turning around, he saw Yao habitually sitting on the edge of the bed in a daze, his heart softened, and he said, "Come here."

He patted the hard bed: "I hold you, will it be warmer?"

Yao thought for a while, nodded in agreement, folded his clothes and slipped into his arms, nestled there and did not move.

Chu Jiangli felt that he was hugging a piece of ice, and his heart was cold, but he stroked Li Ruo's hair soothingly, closed his eyes, and urged himself to fall asleep quickly.

It's so cold.

The catcher had never been so cold before, he hugged Yao a little tighter, tried to warm him, felt Yao moved slightly, and buried his face in his neck.

So I felt that even if it was so cold, it was a good thing to hug each other for warmth at night.

He fell asleep slowly, and in his dream he returned to the icy and snowy Yuan City.

The earth was silvery white, and the cold wind howled bitterly.

The demon with a pair of clear and cold eyes squatted on the ground, stroking the kitten tenderly, raised his head and said to him - "Chu Jiangli, I like you."

The policeman woke up with a fright.

As soon as he moved, Li Ruo, who was comfortably nestled in his arms, also opened his eyes, and looked over questioningly.

The long night was not over, the sky was not yet clear, he woke up too early, as if he was trapped in a nightmare.

Chu Jiangli was a little dazed, and subconsciously revealed the content of the dream: "I dreamed that you said you liked me."

Then woke up with a fright.

He thought that Li Ruo would sneer and tell him that demons are ruthless and not bound by kinship or love.

But Li Ruo felt a little baffled, and said, "I really like you, what's wrong?"

He has a cold temper and speaks naturally and flatly, as if he is nothing more than ordinary.

Not that kind of liking, Chu Jiangli opened his mouth.

It was Ruan Zhi who admired Ran Xianchen, that kind of liking.

Between men and women, the love of spending this life together.

Before he had time to explain, he heard Yao say, "Don't you like mine?"

General Chu skipped a beat, and suddenly understood, if Li Ruo hadn't misunderstood, what he understood was that kind of liking.

He tried to distinguish: "Did you misunderstand something?"

"I--"

The demon interrupted him firmly: "No."

"Is it wrong for you to cook for me, wash my clothes for me, and hug me to keep warm?"

No, Chu Jiangli thought.

But this is just a kind of daily life, not conclusive evidence.

Li Ruo seemed to see his thoughts, frowned and said, "You don't admit it?"

"Why, under the premise that sleepiness is activated, you refuse to admit that you like or admire me?"

Chu Jiangli was stunned, his tongue was stiff, and it took him a long time to find his voice: "...What are you talking about, what's the matter?"

Yaozai observed his expression carefully, and after finding out that he was not lying, he finally understood: "You don't know?"

He repeated: "You don't know."

Li Ruo raised his head: "Didn't that little bird tell you that life-binding and heart-binding are the two most overbearing locks in Xihuang. They don't follow the way of heaven and the law. They rely on the heart of love and hatred."

"Fate is hatred, and heart is love. The most difficult thing to mobilize is not when you are dying, but the heart of love."

He stared into Chu Jiangli's eyes: "If your love is not enough, it cannot be locked into a prison. In other words, since the sleepy heart is successfully activated, it proves that you love me deeply without knowing it."

"Impossible, how can there be such a lock in the world?!" General Chu couldn't believe it.

"In the world, is there a lock that can trap a demon?" Li Ruo tilted his head, "Is it strange, sleepy heart is a human being who created it to lock up the person he never wanted."

"Life Lock Heart Prison, what it wants to trap is not that person, but that heart."

"Aren't those incantations that are dry and rocky, just deformed and twisted love?"

He seemed a bit tired of arguing about it: "I did underestimate the enemy, but no one would be defensive in battle."

"Who would fall in love with a monster after only seeing it once?" Li Ruo said softly.

Chu Jiangli thought, yes, who would be stupid enough to fall in love with a monster after such a bad first meeting.

But that fool exists, in this very room.

At this moment, he was half lying on the bed, the demon who was afraid of the cold was curled up in his arms, his head rested on his pillow, his hair was entangled, making it difficult to distinguish each other.

Such an intimate gesture seems to last forever.

There is no need to do anything extra, just keep the status quo, and the demon who is bound by the heart will accompany him to the end.

That innocent yet cruel, gentle and cold-blooded monster will follow him to the end of time.

But the catcher shook his head slightly, and said flatly to Yao: "That's just infatuation."

"Li Ruo, you are the most beautiful existence I have ever seen. I admit that at that moment, I was shocked by the beauty I had never seen before, but that was not love."

"It was just a momentary infatuation."

He found reasons to convince the other party, and gradually he believed it himself, but Yao waved away the mirage he had painstakingly created, and said bluntly, "Is it so difficult to admit that you love me?"

Li Ruo's cold hands touched his eyes, the wound covered by illusion: "Why?"

"Because I gouged out your eye and crippled your leg?"

"Or, are you afraid that you won't be able to control your heart?"

Chu Jiangli didn't know how to answer his question.

Yao saw his hesitation more clearly than he did, as if looking around helplessly and at a loss.

I also felt more clearly the struggle and resistance in his answer, "...I hate you."

"You still owe me eleven guns. I will never forget this matter."

The demon's temperatureless face was pressed against his neck, and it was clear when he heard the words: "You are shaken."

"No." Chu Jiangli replied immediately in a conditioned reflex, with a hurried tone.

So Yao smiled coldly, without the slightest joy, full of ridicule and ridicule.

"You are afraid that your killing intent will no longer be firm, that your determination will not be the same as before, and you are afraid that when the critical moment comes, you will not be able to make a move."

His voice was as cold as ice and snow, carrying the frosty feeling of winter, it was cold and compelling.

"Then, what you lose, becomes meaningless."

No, Chu Jiangli thought.

He is not afraid of losing and has never regretted it.

What he fears is the fact that he is in love with Li Ruo.

This made him feel guilty, the truth.

"No." The policeman murmured in a broken voice.

"Li Ruo, I don't love you...I hate you."

Chu Jiangli will not fall in love with Li Ruo.

No gender, age, race, not even exactly good or evil.

It's just that he violated his own heart.

Love is selfless, and you want the one you love to be safe, joyful, happy and healthy.

Will want to wholeheartedly, be good to that person.

He couldn't bear her getting hurt, couldn't bear her being sad, and was willing to dedicate the best to her.

Chu Jiangli has always lived alone. He worked hard to practice cooking, which he was not good at, not to satisfy his own food and clothing, but to hope that he would meet that person in the future and be able to cook for her.

When he saw the fashionable fabric, he squeezed his shriveled purse, thinking that this kind of fabric is very beautiful, and he can pull a piece in the future and make it for that person who hasn't appeared yet.

The work of being a fast catcher is not very busy. Although the salary is not high, Chu Jiangli can find a job that is suitable for him and has plenty of time.

When he becomes a family in the future, he will have enough time to spend with his wife, and he can also do some odd jobs and buy her some hairpins.

While living, he prepared himself carefully, and occasionally wondered what that person was like.

She may not be beautiful, but she must be gentle.She may not be literate, but she must be virtuous.

She must be the best person in the world.

That person will not be Li Ruo.

Li Ruo's coldness went down to the bone.

From the bottom of his heart, he doesn't think that life has any place worthy of respect.

So it will be despised, so it will be trampled on, so it will be destroyed.

Chu Jiangli couldn't kill him, and he couldn't break free from the cage, so there was a truce in which each side backed down after a stalemate, a short and fragile peace.

Like a bubble, it cannot stand the touch.

Such illusory harmony and intimacy may end due to various reasons, or it may be maintained until the end of Chu Jiangli's life.

The cops don't know the answer.

He listened to Li Ruo's confident words, stared at the exquisite face of the demon, and briefly turned his fantasy about the future in his mind.

Then, he was cut off by himself forcefully and roughly.

Because, when he imagines that future, he feels guilty.

You will feel that you have betrayed many people.

Whether it's the watchman who died tragically, the toddler lying dead on the street, the mother who lost her child...or Ruan Zhi who gave him the opportunity.

A person does not live only for himself.

You can't do it for your own selfish desires, regardless of other people's feelings.

Chu Jiangli didn't want to do this.

In the past, he had never been ashamed of anyone.In the future, I don't want to feel sorry for others.

He listened to Li Ruo's firm belief in love, and stubbornly told his hatred.

Li Ruo, I really, hate you.

The demon sat up from his arms, tilted her head and stared at him for a while, leaned over, and kissed his good eye.

"Yes, you hate me."

He agreed with Chu Jiangli's words.

However, the expression clearly said, you really hate me.But can you really not love me?

Human, have you deceived your own heart?

The baby's crying caught Chu Jiangli's attention faster than the unpredictable eyes.

He gently pushed Yao Yao, ignoring the cloak, and slowly coaxed the young child in his arms.

The chaotic thoughts gradually settled down.

Compared with the distant future, the pragmatic Chu Jiangli pays more attention to the present.

The current him is still unable to kill Li Ruo.

This is helpless, but also lucky.

Because the final decision has not yet come.