Frost and snow

Xiao Xingchen fell into a coma, his lips slightly opened and closed, as if talking, but there was no sound.

He began to dream, and the dream was filled with darkness, blood and sorrow, entangled him like a nightmare and suffocated him.He wanted to open his eyes, but there were no eyes in the two empty holes on his face.He wanted to speak, but half of his tongue fell on his palm, biting like ice.

He stumbled, stretched out his hands and fumbled, and there were corpses all around him, and each corpse had its tongue gouged through its heart.They surrounded him, grabbed him, and yelled indistinctly in his ears.

Xiao Xingchen curled up in pain, opening his mouth again and again, but he couldn't say that name in his heart.

Song Lan hugged Xiao Xingchen, watching her name rolling on his lips, cold sweat protruding from his forehead, his face was sallow without a trace of blood.

His arms tightened, and the closer he got, the more violently the person in his arms trembled.Song Lan let go of his arms, wanting to put him on the ground, but Xiao Xingchen unconsciously grabbed the hem of his clothes and would not let go.

Song Lan felt at a loss for the first time.

A-Qing hurriedly took the jade flute, and the fairy reminded her.Over and over again, non-stop, until Xiao Xingchen finally regained his composure, no longer trembling, no longer crying, no longer struggling in pain.Song Lan lowered her head and held Xiao Xingchen's cold fingertips.

The rooster crows at dawn, and the day ends.

After being tapped, Xiao Xingchen didn't wake up until the next day.But this sleep was not secure.

Still absurd and bloody, he saw himself holding a long sword and facing a person.The man in the black and white robe looked in disbelief at the sword point piercing his chest, opened his mouth to speak, but couldn't utter a word.The splashed blood scalded his eyes, and Xiao Xingchen's eyes turned blood red, and he couldn't see anymore.

A-Qing held her chin, not daring to leave an inch, seeing him frowning and crying at night, she had no choice but to play the flute.Knowing that it was almost dawn, I gradually calmed down.

Seeing him open his eyes, A-Qing hurriedly helped him sit up.Xiao Xingchen thanked A-Qing, turned his head to look, but there was no one else besides her.

A-Qing was so smart, she couldn't see the disappointment on his face, she knew he was looking for Song Lan, but Song Lan didn't want to show up, so she couldn't do anything about it.She pouted, not knowing why she was angry, and deliberately said: "Brother, who are you looking for?"

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There was a sudden noise from a wall away, and A-Qing secretly stuck out her tongue, not daring to say anything more.Xiao Xingchen lowered his head and said flatly, "Since I don't want to show up, there must be a reason, so why make things difficult for others. What's more, I don't remember anything, so who can I turn to?"

Hearing this, A-Qing was secretly worried, she didn't dare to ask Song Lan what her plan was, and she couldn't find any way to comfort Xiao Xingchen, so she could only vent her anger on herself.Saying to clean up the yard, he opened the door and went out. Sure enough, he saw Song Lan wearing a mask standing outside the house expressionlessly.

Song Lan sat outside the house all night, the fire was so bright that it couldn't warm his body.

Seeing A-Qing come out, Song Lan asked her how Xiao Xingchen was doing.A-Qing resisted the urge to roll her eyes, and gestured to him, asking Song Lan to see for herself.It didn't matter that Song Lan's face was so gloomy that he looked like a dead person, anyway, he had been dead for so many years, so he turned and left on his own.

Song Lan couldn't handle her, neither left nor waited, never in two lifetimes had hesitation at this moment.

Inside the room, Xiao Xingchen was leaning against the head of the bed.He also heard the noise before, so he naturally knew that the person who rescued him last night was outside.But he has always respected other people's wishes, and if he doesn't want to see each other, he doesn't see each other. It's just that he feels bitter and sad for some reason, as if he has done something wrong to him.

Xiao Xingchen felt a dull pain in his heart. After experiencing it twice, he probably knew that he was suffering from an illness. Fortunately, the jade flute was placed beside his pillow, within easy reach.He reached for the flute and blew it slowly. The familiar notes flowed slowly, soothing his soul gently.

Song Lan stood with his back to the wall, still holding the empty spirit lock pouch in his hand, stroking it with his fingertips, as if Xiao Xingchen's soul was still inside.

Of course Xiao Xingchen is no longer in the spirit locker, he has forgotten his previous life, and with a new body, he should naturally have a new life.Why bother to dwell on the miscarriages of past lives.They are no longer who they used to be.

The sound of the flute sounded, and no one felt better.Song Lan turned around silently, and walked out of the courtyard slowly.

A-Qing was on the other side of the room pretending to clean up, and ran back when she heard the sound of the flute. Song Lan wasn't in the yard, so she didn't care. By the window, playing the flute silently.

The sound of the flute confides, interweaving the pictures of the past frame by frame, spreading them out in front of Xiao Xingchen.He had a splitting headache, but he refused to stop, forcefully forcing himself to face the past.

Standing behind him, A-Qing didn't see the sweat oozing from his forehead.She didn't dare to disturb him, so she backed away gently, just as she took a step back, Xiao Xingchen stopped the flute and called the girl to stop.

"Aqing"

"Huh?" A-Qing didn't notice that Xiao Xingchen called her name.

"You said, what if a person does something wrong to another person?"

"Go and make amends! Say I'm sorry and ask him to forgive me."

"However, what if the person can't remember what he did to the other person?"

After experiencing the destruction last night, the frame of the window standing in front of him was a little skewed, and a gap was cracked. Xiao Xingchen looked at the gap with ecstasy, and murmured.

"Then let him stab him once, and once he stabs him, he will lose all anger!" A-Qing blurted out without even thinking about it, and as soon as he finished speaking, he realized that he had caused trouble, and wished he could slap himself. "I, I said nonsense! Don't take it seriously!" A-Qing waved her hands anxiously, stamping her feet regretfully.

"Stabbed?" Xiao Xingchen was startled when he heard that, and stood in front of the window blankly.The cruel fragment flashed before his eyes suddenly, and he was struck by lightning.Last night's dream overlapped with the memory of the previous life, and the blood-stained hand could no longer hold the flute.