General, there is a demon [Rebirth]

The moon is in the middle of the sky, and there is silence all around.

The sound of beating watch came from the lanes from time to time, blown indistinctly by the north wind, blurred from time to time.

Inside the house, it was warmed by the charcoal fire.

The green gauze curtains hang down, and the moonlight casts hazy shadows.

Huo Changying turned his head to see clearly the side face of the man beside him by the moonlight. It was cold and sharp, with a murderous look in his eyes.

It was cold and cold, even though he was a little ashamed of Xiao Duo's excuse to lie to Xiao's elder sister, he couldn't bear to let Xiao Duo sleep on the floor, and teasing and joking on weekdays was actually just talking.

Besides, rationally, he can also understand the reason why Xiao Duo did this.

After all, the identity of the Huo family is embarrassing.

Huo Changying was startled when he saw Master's back in the crowd, and sighed in his heart.

What is the secret of the Huo family? Why does everyone keep it secret and dare not mention it?But he also intuitively felt that the Huo family's affairs seemed to be related to the reason for his rebirth.

But what is that?

He glanced at the side face of the man beside him, the biography of General Changfeng, which he had memorized fluently, was somehow blurred now, he only vaguely remembered the history that Xiao Duo died in battle and his body was shrouded in horse leather.

Every time he thought of it, it was as if a needle was pricking his heart densely.

It hurts.

Huo Changying turned sideways and faced Xiao Duo, but his eyes did not leave Xiao Duo's side face. His nose was straight and his brows were deep. Perhaps the ancestors of the Xiao family had Hu people's blood. Xiao Duo's facial features were sharper and deeper than ordinary people. Still frowning between brows.

He subconsciously raised his hand to caress Xiao Duo's frowning brows, the temperature of the touch spread from his fingertips to his limbs, and a warm current swept through, arousing a tingle in his heart.

Huo Changying was stunned for a moment, then suddenly withdrew his hand.

Looking at his fingers stiff in mid-air in confusion, he is... what's wrong?

In the middle of winter, even with a charcoal fire inside the house, it is difficult to drive away the coolness of the whole body.

In addition to his bloodletting several times today, the coldness in his body became more and more intense, and the man sleeping beside him seemed to block out all the cold, Huo Changying couldn't help but quietly moved towards Xiao Duo's side.

As he got closer, he seemed to be able to hear the man's heartbeat, which gradually matched his own rhythm in the dark night.

Boom, boom, boom.

I don't know if it was because of Xiao Duo's high body temperature, or because of other reasons, Huo Changying only felt a burst of heat on his face.

I don't know how long he thought about it, his eyelids gradually became heavy, and he fell asleep.

The cold night is silent, and the north wind howls.

Inside the gauze tent, Xiao Duo, who was sleeping straight, opened his eyes, raised his hand and slowly touched the center of his brow, where the slight coolness from the youth's fingertips seemed to remain.

Turning his head to look at the person sleeping next to him, the young man seemed to be very cold, his already thin muscles and bones curled up, subconsciously leaning towards him, like a young bird looking for shelter.

Xiao Duo's eyes flickered in the dark night.

He doesn't mind keeping the boy under his wings, as long as he is willing, but when the boy's wings are full and he no longer needs him, will he be reluctant to let go because of habit?

Xiao Duo thought, a bitter smile appeared in his eyes, he raised his hand to stroke Huo Changying's hair, gently wrapped him in his arms, put his chin against the boy's soft hair, and closed his eyes.

Regardless of the past and the future, his eldest baby... at least came back.

In his sleep, Huo Changying was in a daze, and there seemed to be Anxi's wind and sand lingering in front of him.The unique music of the Western Regions sounded in my ears, and with the unrestrained and enchanting dance of the bearded girl flashing in front of my eyes, I was suddenly near and far away.

Anxi lonely moon, desolate desert.

On the sand dunes, a small figure sits alone, with a red fox lying at his feet.

Huo Changying vaguely remembered that it was when he had just followed his master to Anxi, and he was only about ten years old.

The little Changying looked up at the moon in the sky in a daze, and murmured for a long time: "The moon in Anxi is bigger than that in Yong'an," as if he could touch it as soon as he stretched out his hand.

He raised his hand and put it down again, he muttered to himself, and he didn't know who he was talking to. During this time, he and his master traveled from Yong'an to Anxi, farther and farther away from the city where he had lived for two lifetimes.

The memory of his previous life was also gradually blurred during the grinding of time. In the endless desert, he felt like a gravel wandering in the interlayer of time.

It rises with the wind and falls again.

The little fox has fiery red and soft fur. It lies at the little baby's feet, eyes closed lazily, not interested in his words, and occasionally flicks its big white tail to show that it is listening.

The little Changying was not angry either, he smiled and rubbed the little red fox's furry head, and when he looked up and saw a figure in the distance, his eyes suddenly lit up.

Among the sand dunes, a man in a Gebu robe walked slowly with his prey in his hand. The man's wide cloak covered his lowered eyebrows and eyes, and his expression could not be seen clearly from a distance.

Anxi's night wind blew the man's robe violently, as if he would ride the wind away in the next moment.

"Master!" "...Master."

Xiao Changying and Huo Changying spoke at the same time.

Huo Changying couldn't help but took a step forward, but there seemed to be an invisible wall in front of him, isolating and imprisoning him in place, unable to move.

On that side, the little Changying saw the master returning from hunting from a distance, with a smile on his immature face, he hurriedly patted the sand on his body and ran forward two steps.

suddenly.

Little Changying's footsteps stopped, countless lights and shadows mixed with Anxi's wind and sand flew past in front of his eyes, Master's figure was also distorted and blurred in the desert wind and sand, and Yong'an's silk and bamboo slid towards his ears.

Huo Changying's eyes widened, looking at the scene that was changing in an instant.

From Anxi to Yongan.

The hall is full of glass, and the lights will be brilliant.

The embroidered gold skirts of dozens of dancing girls twirled and danced in the night lights, and the silk and bamboo were gorgeous, echoing in the banquet room.

After a while, the silk and bamboo faded away, and the dancers flicked their long sleeves, and their robes fluttered away.

The sound of the drums gradually rose, and changed from light to heavy, and then slow to rapid.

Youths like green onions, dressed in green shirts and robes, and snow-white puppet masks, stood in front of everyone.

Qingyue's singing sounded, and with the drumbeat of the musician, Huo Changying seemed to have turned into an actor. During the banquet, he stepped on the music and danced involuntarily in a fascinating puppet show.

The consciousness seems to have become two people, one is him, watching with cold eyes, and the other is... a puppet?

This is the memory of a puppet, was it a human?

Huo Changying, who was watching coldly, couldn't help but widen his eyes. It was the wandering consciousness of the puppet demon that had sneaked into his dream, just like the peony flower before.

It is the memory that cannot be let go of in consciousness.

At this moment, Huo Changying seemed to have turned into that boy, and he could feel both sadness and joy.

Wearing a snow-white mask, hiding all emotions, dancing other people's stories, singing my own sadness.

"There are trees in the mountains, and the trees have branches, and the heart is pleasing to the king, but the king does not know."

Turn around, raise your hand, sing a cappella.

The young actor's eyes never left one person - the man with a blurred face above the chief seat.

Huo Changying knew that the boy had that person in his heart.

But he is inferior and cowardly, he doesn't have the courage of a Yue girl, so he only dares to sing his love for men through drama.

"There are trees in the mountains, and the trees have branches, and the heart is pleasing to the king, but the king does not know."

Suddenly, out of the corner of the boy's eyes, he saw a cold light flashing under the sleeve of an actor closest to the main seat.

Surprised | Sudden change.

The drumming and music stopped abruptly, everyone panicked and ran away screaming, and the sounds of collisions kept coming and going.

The dagger on the underside of the actor's sleeve gleamed with a poisonous light, and pierced straight into the man's heart.

next moment.

Before everyone could react, a slender figure suddenly appeared from the side, blocking between the dagger and the man!

The sound of the blade sinking into the flesh was suddenly amplified in the young man's ears.

The accident was only in the breath, the man slapped it away with his palm, the assassin flew several feet away, vomited blood and passed out.

The dagger pierced the young man's heart, and blood gushed out, he slipped and fell weakly, someone behind him embraced him, his arms were firm and warm.

Good that he held him.

The young man wanted to laugh, but the sharp and cold pain from the blade in his chest occupied his consciousness overwhelmingly, he raised his head with effort, the man's face was close at hand, and there seemed to be a trace of confusion in his eyes looking at him.

He thought that the man was probably curious why this actor whom he had never met before blocked a fatal knife for him.

He wanted to raise his hand to touch the man who was out of reach, but within an inch, the young man's fingertips slid across the man's cheek and fell powerlessly.

Eyes closed, behind the mask, tears slid down his cheeks, the boy lost his breath, and swallowed the unspeakable words.

——How I want to tell you, I love you.

Huo Changying stared blankly at everything in front of him, perhaps infected by the consciousness of the puppet, the overwhelming heartache and regret instantly overwhelmed him.

For some reason, Xiao Duo's stern side face suddenly flashed in his mind.

Huo Changying was stunned.

When Huo Changying came back to his senses, the actor boy opened his eyes again. He turned into a puppet without blood and flesh, with stiff limbs and no heartbeat, standing quietly in the corner of the dark secret room.

The closed door opened with a "squeak", and the young man's mind was shaken. The sun shone through and sprinkled mottled light and shadows, and the clothes covered the eyebrows and eyes of the visitor.

But he clearly knew that that was the man he had always admired.

From that day on, the young soul was imprisoned in the puppet and became a real puppet.

There are many similar puppets standing side by side beside the boy. They are quietly parked in the dark secret room, waiting for the call of the master. Most of them have no faces. He has never seen his own eyebrows and eyes, thinking that they are the same as every puppet.

But Huo Changying knew that it was different. Under the mask, the man carved out a petal-like youthful face, which was no different from the youth's face when he was alive.

When the puppet around the boy is missing, there is love, and if there is more love, there is less.

He obeys men's orders better than any puppet, and he is the most loyal and capable killer under men.

But whenever he looked at his blood-stained hands and the horrified eyes of the fallen people looking at him, he felt pain, anxiety, and guilt, and his reason told him over and over again that he was committing a crime.

But he couldn't bear to leave the man, and he couldn't leave the man.

The wood without blood and flesh, but in the torment of love and guilt day after day, grew a fresh and beating heart.

In the corner, white smoke curled up from the gilded incense burner with animal mouth.

The masked juvenile puppet lay on the knee of the man whose face could not be seen clearly, raised his head and begged: "We have done too many wrong things, it is time for atonement."

The man threw the boy away in a rage, and walked into the darkness.

The boy was crying, but he who had become a puppet had long since lost his tears, but his heart was clearly crying.

He stared obsessively at the direction in which the man left, with his stiff wooden hands touching his heart, his eyes were filled with complex and turbulent emotions.

Do you know, this is a sincere heart for you.

I hide it carefully, for fear of being discovered by you, you are high above me, and I am like an ant, even secretly liking it is a kind of blasphemy.

I can't persuade you to turn back, but I can bear the punishment for you.

The puppet looked in the direction of the man, despair gradually spread in his eyes, he slowly stroked his heart, his fingertips were sharp...

The author has something to say:

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The boy leaned towards the man like a baby bird seeking shelter...

Xiao Duo: Call Dad

Changying: ...don't call

Xiao Duo (squinting his eyes dangerously): I want you to cry and call Dad later

Changying (vigilance): What do you want to do?

After a long time, Changying rubbed his sore back, forced tears from the corners of his eyes, pushed the man who pressed him up again, and cried: Husband!

After a moment of silence, General Xiao suddenly raised his head and covered his nose

Changying: ...

The author who only dared to drive in a small theater, Mr. Jun tops the pot and floats past~~~ Accept the little angel's opinion humbly, sit well.jpg