The villain does one good thing every day

There are only seven days left until the eighth day of the lunar new year. During these seven days, the peace is like a pool of calm water. There is no invasion or sneak attack. Even the law and order in the town has improved, like the dignified and surging calm before the storm. .

People from the official family were doing their duty on patrol, people from the Quan family were guarding a few vulnerable points, the people in Xianglong Town had almost evacuated, and people from other ministries in Beihai were also waiting.

calm.

Yu Yao stood at the door, looking up at the twilight sky, it was raining today, and it was even darker, the dark blue sky was like inextricable patches of color, blocking the sky.

Ling Xing suddenly landed beside him, leaning against the door frame with folded arms, looking at the sky with him.

For the past few days, the two of them have done nothing other than arrange formations around every day, and they don't even have much time to talk alone.

Yu Yao smiled, then turned to look at Ling Xing: "Do you want to fly a kite?"

"Huh?" Ling Xing was stunned for a moment, "Now?"

Yu Yao nodded, turned around and searched in the room: "I saw a kite a few days ago... Ah, I found it."

He came out with the kite in his hand, and untied the tangled threads: "Let's go, let's fly the kite."

"Yes, yes." Ling Xing paused, "This weather..."

Yu Yao hugged the kite into her arms, and put her arms around Ling Xing's shoulders. Ling Xing was bent over by him again: "Life is too short to fly a kite when you can."

Ling Xing: "..."

So the two of them took the kite to the cliff that they had been to one evening.

At the turn of the sun and the moon, the wind is thick and the clouds are thick with Revlon.

Yu Yao fluttered and ran ahead, threw the kite and ran forward desperately, and the kite flew up reluctantly behind him, but it was not much taller than a person.On the other hand, Yu Yao was running around very persistently, actively flying the string, the kite was shaking, it rose up to save face, and soon fell to the ground.

Yu Yao stopped, walked over, knelt down and pulled the kite, frowned: "Can't you?" Then turned to look at Ling Xing, "Ah Xing, get some wind."

Ling Xing was very speechless: "Then this is also called flying a kite?"

Yu Yao put on a comforting face: "Oh, if I had come back then, I would have come in person, not to mention the wind, I would have made you a blizzard."

What kind of appeasement is this.Thinking of this, Ling Xing still got a little windy.

Yu Yao jumped up and tried to fly the kite again, but found that although the kite got up, it kept spinning in place and rolled up.

Yu Yao observed for a while and finally understood. He pulled the kite and turned to Ling Xing: "Hey! Why are you making a tornado!"

Speaking of the bigger tornado, this time it finally showed its essence as a tornado.

Ling Xing also spread her hands: "Hey, my wind is for killing people, not for flying kites for you!"

Yu Yao agreed when she heard it, threw the kite and let it fly by itself, walked to Ling Xing and patted him on the shoulder: "That's right, you are not nature after all."

Ling Xing: "..."

After a while of footsteps, they turned their heads, seeing that Quan was useless.

Quan Wuyong is very embarrassed, he is a normal person, he expresses his sincere contempt for this stupid thing of creating a tornado and flying a kite in a cloudy day, and this contempt is also written on his face.

Yu Yao waved at him: "Brother, do you want to fly a kite?"

Quan Wuyong took a step back with a serious face: "No, thank you. I'll ask you to eat."

Yu Yao smiled: "Wait a minute, do you want to fly a kite?"

Quan Wuyong rolled his eyes and took a step towards this side: "How old are you two together..."

He didn't speak, and he didn't finish his steps, when he saw Ling Xing looking at him with a very dangerous expression: "Are you okay?"

?Didn't my brother let me go there?

Quan Wuyong thought innocently.But he still turned around and set foot on the way back: "It's okay, I'm going back."

Yu Yao tilted her head to look at him, thought for a while and then turned her head to look at Ling Xing: "I think, if there is a vertical wind blowing, it can attract the younger brother and the others to come together."

Ling Xing turned her head and looked at him seriously: "It's not because of this."

Yu Yao let him go and pulled the kite out of the small wind. Sure enough, the kite was torn to pieces.Yu Yao sighed casually: "You are indeed amazingly destructive."

Yu Yao pulled the kite, threw it by her feet, sat on the ground, patted the grass next to her, and called Ling Xing, "Come on, sit down."

Ling Xing sat down.

They looked at the cliff, Yu Yao thought of the phoenix rushing out there one night, and Ling Xing's murderous eyes confronting her, and laughed.

Ling Xing turned to look at him, and frowned: "What are you laughing at?"

Yu Yao didn't answer.

Ling Xing paused, hesitated for a moment, and asked again: "Um... in that painting, is it you?"

Yu Yao thought for a while, he might be talking about the painting from Qingyizhangli, the one of the Seven Gold Banquet.

Yu Yao was silent.

Ling Xing stared at him, waiting for an answer.

Yu Yao turned to him and smiled: "Yes."

The sun has set.

The moon came out and brought the stars, which filled the sky with a swish, and the night was suddenly bright, but a few drops fell into Yu Yao's eyes.

Ling Xing was stunned.

He clenched his fists tightly, lowered his head, and could clearly hear Yu Yao's heartbeat, steady, alive, and vigorous.

Ling Xing thought, now is the time, he wants to speak, he should speak out.

What you want, who you want, don't miss it anymore.

The miscellaneous roars and the struggling voices of dying people poured into his head, pulling his throbbing love, not showing it, hanging on his feet, making him feel guilty even for being happy.The people around him will die badly, and those who love each other can't stay together, because they have been separated from each other since then, now you want to confess?you want to be happy

So Lingxing closed her mouth.

Hearing his heart beating and roaring, he really wished that his heart could jump out by itself and handed Yu Yao, so that he didn't have to say anything, and he didn't have to listen to the messy noise in his head.But he thought cruelly, even his own heart does not belong to him, but belongs to the mother who was eaten by him, the flesh and blood mixed in the body, and even the heart is a relic of the mother, Ling Xing can't use this to confess.

So what else does he have.

Ling Xing remained silent, as if a knife was growing in his body, cutting him from the inside out, he gritted his teeth unconsciously, bleeding profusely.

Confession is such a difficult thing.

Although Yu Yao looked at the moon, his mind was on Ling Xing. Of course he knew Ling Xing's struggle, although he didn't know the reason.He understood what Ling Xing was about to say, and the reason for his silence was that he was thinking about how to refuse without hurting Ling Xing.

It must be rejected.

After all, he was going to die.

Ling Xing's silence was a torment for the two of them.

During this long silence, dark clouds covered the moon, and the thick air descended even further. The air that was barely agitated just now couldn't even move.

Yu Yao thought blankly, it's really not a good weather, today.

Dark clouds covered the moon, Ling Xing let go of his clenched fists, he killed the clamoring voices in his mind, and decided to be a selfish person.

The hand he had held for too long slowly spread out, his fingertips turned white, and he slowly moved towards Yu Yao's hand on the ground.

It was very close, and Yu Yao's hands were placed firmly on the ground, as if waiting.

Ling Xing's hand moved over inch by inch, his index finger moved especially fast, he couldn't wait to drag the other parts, and ran towards the tender palm of others over there, for this he would not hesitate to betray the other fingers, or the owner of the hand, and the owner Endless troubled thoughts.

Arrived.

The index finger was about to touch, and Ling Xing also opened his mouth. His voice was so hoarse that he startled himself, like the last cry for help from someone who was about to be crushed to death.

He said, "I..."

Yu Yao's hand left the spot, and he usually said, "Ling Xing."

Everything about Ling Xing was interrupted.

His escaping index finger, his outstretched hand, and his words all stopped, and he turned his attention to what Yu Yao wanted to say.

Yu Yao said: "I've worked hard on you for so long. I really don't know what to do without you. I'm really lucky to have a friend like you."

Ling Xing's throat rolled and swallowed, a little dry as if swallowing a razor blade.

Yu Yao turned to look at him, and smiled: "Do you want to ask for help?"

Ling Xing hadn't finished swallowing the blade yet, so he could only turn his head and swallow slowly.

Yu Yao put his arms around his shoulders: "Don't dislike me, if you don't want to, you don't have to call me brother, although I am indeed older than you."

Ling Xing didn't speak, and he didn't move.

Yu Yao said again: "Okay, okay, if it doesn't work, just forget about it. You know, I don't care much about this kind of thing."

Ling Xing suddenly smiled wryly, because he started laughing at himself in his head, laughing so loudly, and showed Ling Xing what Yu Yao had done before: skillfully drawing closer relationships, skillfully keeping distance, flirtatiously She refused without hesitation, and even pulled her hand away just right, what a wonderful way of being a human being, Ling Xing was too stupid to understand.

How could that person not understand, he skillfully held his shoulders, and said funny words in a daze, and he had only seen his fragile side a few times, so he thought that he had captured something different and became a special person. People who have a special bond are really stupid.

The laughter was so loud that it was so noisy.

Ling Xing stood up and left.

He didn't say a word, didn't look in the eyes, he wasn't that powerful, he couldn't learn to pretend he didn't care, and he wasn't mature enough to understand the atmosphere.

Whatever, let him.Ling Xing has no idea and doesn't care about anything.

Ling Xing goes back.

where to go back

do not know.

Looking at Ling Xing's dejected back, Yu Yao walked further and further away and disappeared into the bushes.

He was still watching, unable to see even a shadow in the pitch black night.

He thought, if Ling Xing comes back, then tell him, so what if he is about to die, it doesn't mean they can't be partners for the remaining few days, they can do a lot of things, Yu Yao is alive so much Something that has never been done in years.

What about after that?

Yu Yao asked herself.

After that, Yu Yao thought, such a simple Ling Xing would be left alone again.

Yu Yao turned her head back and buried it in her arms.

He would occasionally think how cruel it would be for him to leave with a bowl of soup, but now it was his turn to be on the other side, and for the first time he felt that the person who left was so sad.

"Master, what should I do?"

Yu Yao was very sad.He seems to be always busy, for all kinds of things, for all kinds of people, like a sword hanging above his head, he is always nervous, if he does nothing, then he will lose the most important stuff.Even when he nested in the East Lake during the period of abolishing the immortal, he was always anxious. He was born running away, becoming an immortal was also anxious, ascending to the god was also anxious, fighting was also anxious, and even returning to the soul was also anxious. .

No way, no way.He seemed to have stepped into adulthood prematurely and was always being torn apart.

But what makes him sad is that he really likes Ling Xing.

Even though this is not his life, this is not his body, bound like never before, he still falls in love with Ling Xing with his heart.This had nothing to do with the sword hanging above his head, it was his rare and clearly desired person.

Yu Yao lowered her head and read Ling Xing's name, lowered her head like a child, and grabbed the grass on the ground.

Ah, what a shame, he thought as he tugged at the grass.