Q coffin GL

The fragrant wind floated, and Ah Yin sat on the grand teacher's chair beside the desk, her body was still crooked, her hair bun was meticulous, and her brows were not dizzy at all, but her face was pink and tender, springing from the winter.

She wrapped the veil around her index finger and looked at Ah Luo's side face wearily.

If there is a character attached to a person, Ah Luo should be a "quiet" character in official script. The long river of time has endowed her with unhurried eyebrows and eyes, warm and tender eyes, the breathing of her nose, and the hesitating and puffing of her lips. It is soft and dry, especially she likes to wear black robes, her slender body becomes a square frame, her pale face and wrists are the blanks of rice paper.

It's a pity that Ah Yin's temperament is frizzy, and it is the word "quiet" that has been practiced improperly since she was a child.

Ah Luo finally finished turning a few pages of the book, and raised his head to look at Ah Yin.Just when it was included in her face, the eyelashes couldn't wait to close and blinked twice quickly.

She thought of the Western camera she used to play with, and with a "click", she was able to retain the subtle sensuality.

She wasn't sure if her movements had a similar meaning, but she was starting to feel like she hadn't seen it for a long time.

It seemed that she hadn't seen A Yin for a long time, the intimacy of the past was like a dream, and she was the only one who was buried in the dream and didn't want to wake up.

"What about Eleven and Nineteen?" Ayin uttered first, clearing his throat before speaking.

Ah Luo closed the book, but didn't answer her question, only said softly: "Have you seen Aping?"

A Yin frowned, met Ah Luo's eyes, then turned away very quickly, still in a coquettish and frivolous manner, and asked with a smile: "What's the matter?"

The two words are too casual and unfamiliar, as if Ah Luo wants to ask about her whereabouts, he should first find a high-sounding excuse.

Ah Luo lowered his eyes, looked at the hands twisting the book cover, his chest sank quietly, and his voice was still very soft: "Don't see him."

She often said such half commanding words in Taishan Mansion, but the target was never A Yin.

Ayin was obviously stunned. She turned her face away and looked at the open window. The wooden window was knocked crooked by the wind and knocked against the wall. As soon as he moved, he heard a crisp sound of "pop", and the two wooden windows were closed out of thin air, keeping the restless evening wind out.

The sudden sound made Ah Yin's shoulders tremble in fright, and she subconsciously turned her head to look at Ah Luo.Ah Luo pursed his lips softly and lightly, he lowered his head and couldn't see his expression clearly, and there was still the aura on his shoulders that hadn't dissipated when he closed the window just now.

Ah Luo once said that she has a soul restraining order in the world, and she can't easily use spells. What she did just now is probably the wrath of Hades.

Ayin sniffled her nose lightly, and a voice in her heart said, look, even though she looks like an ordinary person, she is still the king of all ghosts, and she is different from the mortal we are about to reach out to close the window.

A Yin began to lose her mind at the wrong time, she began to think, if she is also a god, how would she look at these little ordinary people who have no power to restrain their chickens?Is it an ant that tramples on anything, or a thing that can be played with casually.

If A Luo is a mortal, I know where her anger comes from, I know best, and maybe I will make fun of her for falling into the vinegar vat, but Mr. Yan Luo, who has condemned the ghost, is there a little bit of anger that offends the higher-ups? She still doesn't know the majesty of it.

I don't know, so I don't want to think about it.

So she laughed like before, trying to choose a topic: "I see that you are very capable - how long has it been since you took over Taishan mansion as your order?"

Ah Luo raised his eyes and looked at her silently.

A Yin blinked her peach blossom eyes, and said with a smile: "I never thought about it, seeking a dynasty, usurping a position or something?"

Ah Luo raised his chin slightly, the sarcasm at the corner of his mouth was very concealed, after all he lived for many years, it was easy to see Ayin's careful thought in changing the subject.

So she said, "I thought about it."

On the contrary, Ayin was surprised, raised his eyebrows for a while, and asked, "Oh?"

Ah Luo looked directly at her: "Want to seek the court, want to usurp the throne. Those who seek you will usurp your heart."

She didn't want to go around in circles with her anymore, she saw that A Yin's face froze for a moment, his eyelashes shrank as if they had been scorched by fire, and his hand holding the silk tightly held the armrest of the Grand Master's chair.

The cold sweat in the palm of her hand was layer upon layer, trying to burst out all the turbulent emotions between her ribs.

Ah Luo pursed his lips and called her: "Fu Wuyin."

She wanted to sort out the past with her and say something from the bottom of her heart, so she solemnly called her by her name.

"I'm not Fu Wuyin!" But Ayin woke up suddenly, stood up from the chair, her knees trembled a little, but she still stood very beautifully.

——This is practiced in the Fengyue field. Even if I feel very sad in my heart, I still have a smile on my face.

She compulsively straightened her kneecap, but she was even more panicked and uncomfortable because of this action. She took a few breaths and shook her head stubbornly: "I'm not Fu Wuyin, I'm Ayin."

I am not the lady of the Qianlong period, I am the Ayin who was sold into a kiln since childhood, rolled in the grave for a few years, and rolled in the men's pile for a few years.

Just this one sentence made her feel extremely sad, she opened her beautiful peach eyes wide, and even stretched her brows a little funny, just hoping to dilute the sudden tears.

She finally understood that since she woke up, she had never been healed.She looked at these few good friends who were born and died, and the unwillingness and grievances increased day by day. They were all flesh and blood raised by their fathers and mothers. The oracle rescues each other, and there is a body protector from the previous life in case of distress.

Even close the window, even close the fucking window—her brows twisted and trembled, but why should she really suffer it?

This kind of injustice, across the distance between heaven and earth, Master Yan Luo on the opposite side said that he loves her.

What will she do to accept Ah Ro's love?Take her muddy body that can't be washed clean, take her ability that has been practiced hard for many years but is vulnerable to a single blow, take her heart that doesn't know how to love, or take her body that can't even keep pace with it?

It also sounds like a joke.

So she held back the soreness in her throat, and still squinted her eyes and said: "Master Yan Luo, seeing the various conditions in the world, I also wanted to sing about love and hatred, but I found the wrong person."

"Looking for the wrong person?" Ah Luo shook his head, narrowing his eyes.

"Yes," Ayin sniffled, "I went to Wushan together with you to have fun, but I may not have the intention to fall in love with you. The two intentions are the same."

Ah Luo's face turned paler, she stared at A Yin firmly, but her hands curled up involuntarily, making a rare defensive posture of self-protection.

A Yin held onto the edge of the table, nails clasping the sawdust underneath.Ah Luo's curled fingers seemed to hold her heart, causing her to throb in pain, but she only coughed a little, as if the protruding chest just now was only due to the uncontrollable itching of her throat.

"Then." Ah Luo's ending sound trembled a little, so that she uttered the two words very short, she was too uncomfortable to show her vulnerability in front of others, especially this "other" was Ah Yin.

She has missed many painful years of A Yin, so that she always wants to make up for it, so she is always patient and forbearing in front of A Yin, trying to make A Yin believe that she can protect her.

But she never thought about it, what if Ayin never had her in her heart?

"Well," she repeated, hoarsely, "who is it?"

"A Ping?"

Her brows were frowned very restrained, and her beautiful lips were also pursed very restrainedly. Even at this point, she still restrained herself to ask for clarification.

A Yin choked his throat, and after a while he said: "I don't know."

Li Shiyi didn't know, Song Nineteen didn't know, and Ah Luo didn't know, she wanted to escape from them countless times, to escape from these high-ranking friends who knew her past, especially Ah Luo, she had witnessed her most humble appearance , She always doesn't know how to face her.

She thought more than once that Ah Ping didn't know anything, and if she went away with him, she could properly bury the past.

But she is not willing, what is it that she is not willing to part with?Not reconciled, what is it?

That reluctance and reluctance came up again, which made Ayin repent, and tried her best to press it down.She seemed to be convincing Ah Luo, and she was also convincing herself, and said in a trance and low tone: "Whoever it is, it's not you."

She thought a lot in Ah Luo's hurt eyes, she remembered Wu Qian's nonchalantly saying that she had been deprived of face, she remembered lying in her arms and saying, "I'm going to live, grow old, get sick and die, but you are twenty-eight years old, aren't you?"

It was a joke at the beginning, but now it is a prophecy.

She moved her lips and said, "What do you like about me? Twenty, thirty, forty? If I'm getting old, old, missing teeth and bald, how can I face you when I'm young? "

"I don't care." Ah Luo said.

"I care!" Ayin choked up, and raised his chin proudly, "I want to be beautiful, I want to be younger and better-looking than my lover all the time, then I will be at ease, I..."

I just believe that she can always love me.

The inferiority complex in her heart was so deep-rooted that she put all her little self-esteem on a glamorous surface.

"So, no matter who it is, it won't be me." Ah Luo smiled softly, his chest shrank a little, and his brows were frighteningly lonely.

One second, two seconds, three seconds—she gave A Yin a full 30 seconds before she could deny her.

So she lowered her head, picked up the book in hand, gently turned to the most familiar page, and took out four letters from it.

She opened them slowly, as she had always done before.

She unfolded the paper with her fingers, but she didn't put her eyes on it, she just looked at A Yin deeply, then moved her lips, and spoke to her in a voice that sounded like clear water.

"The sky is not old, the love is endless, the heart is like a double silk net, and there are thousands of knots in it."

"If there is no fate in the previous life, wait for the reunion, and make a wish in the next life."

"May I be like the star king like the moon, and the night and night flow bright and clean."

She didn't open the fourth letter, she just put her fingers on it and treated each other in silence.

She shook her head and smiled, stacked the four letters, held them with both hands, and squeezed them in the palms of her hands, and then there was a crisp "歘" sound, and she tore them up expressionlessly.

Goosebumps all over Ah Yin's body suddenly covered with the sound of her tearing the letter. It was a huge and inexplicable sense of loss, followed by a heavy premonition. What is it, she will weep through and through.

It was hard for her to stay any longer, so she bit her lower lip and stepped out of the room while holding on to the door frame.

There was silence again, the familiar long silence, and Ah Ro's silhouette was projected on the table top with an open book.

With a small "click", a drop of never-before-seen liquid fell from the socket of the right eye, fell onto the page, and blurred into an irregular circle.

Ah Luo stared blankly for a while, then raised his hand to wipe it away.