After I was reborn, the scumbag was good

The four eyes met, and there seemed to be tears in Bai Xingjian's eyes.

What Xiao Qinghe said just now is tantamount to revealing his identity, he is so smart, it is impossible not to guess.

"I've taken the photo, I deserve it." Bai Xingjian smiled with the corners of her mouth pulled, her eyes were very bright.

When old friends meet again, they should have a lot to say, but the person surnamed Yan has already walked over behind him, following him step by step.

Bai Xingjian took a step forward, faced Xiao Qinghe face to face, and asked with a smile: "Young master, why do you look so familiar? Where have you and I met?"

Xiao Qinghe sniffed, and replied: "How dare you come up to me by yourself, you were the one who lied to me by setting up a stall on the Yuexin Bridge that day?"

As he was about to beat him, Bai Xingjian took the opportunity to run away.

Yan Kuochuo didn't see anything, just followed him quietly, wherever he went.

Xiao Qinghe's mood improved a bit, and he walked around the street again, throwing all the things he bought on his servants and hanging them up, and he returned to Lihua Pavilion with ease.

He originally thought that he was just a hidden stand-in, Zong Zhengxu was someone who was busy with everything, and after a long time, he would never remember that someone like him was imprisoned in this Lihua Pavilion.

Unexpectedly, Zong Zhengxu came that night.

Yan Kuochuo, who probably drank some wine and didn't need to sleep, opened the door. When he rushed over, the strong smell of alcohol made Xiao Qing and dizzy.

"This... this is, what's wrong?"

Zongzhengxu leaned on him, smelling of alcohol, all the breath was blown by his ears.

"Qinghe." Zongzheng Xu rested his chin on Xiao Qinghe's shoulder, without any strength, his voice was obviously drunk, "Qinghe..."

He just murmured the name repeatedly, but didn't say a single word for the extra.

Pressed by him, Xiao Qinghe froze for a moment when he heard the long-lost name, and then pushed him out as if he was being burned.

Zongzheng Xu must have been quite drunk and had no strength to resist. He didn't even put his hands on the ground, or he was more indulgent, lying on his back with his chest heaving and his nose breathing.

Xiao Qinghe didn't care, stepped back on the couch in a few steps, pulled the quilt over his head, neither listening nor looking.

After a while, the hands that were pinching the edge of the quilt tightened, and after thinking about it for a while, he simply opened it and sat up, got out of the bed in three or two steps, and walked to the side of the motionless group.

"Can you... get up?" Xiao Qinghe asked tentatively.

Not answered.

"Zongzhengxu?" He bent down and got closer.

Still no answer.

Xiao Qinghe turned his head to look at the bed, turned around and opened the door, put his hands under his armpits, and supported his upper body. Zongzheng Xu had a strong physique, but it took him a lot of effort to drag him out of the door.

With both hands loose, Xiao Qinghe turned around and went into the room, and closed the door to sleep.

When Zong Zhengxu woke up the next day, he couldn't tell where he was for a moment, squinted his eyes, kicked open the closed door, and woke up the person who was sleeping soundly on the bed.

"Young master is here? It's still early, haven't you had breakfast yet?" Xiao Qinghe got up with a yawn, put on the clothes one by one, and said, "Xiao Ci, please ask Mr. Yan to bring some food over."

"I slept outside the door last night." Zong Zhengxu narrated the fact with a sullen face.

"Eh?" Xiao Qinghe was stunned, slapped his forehead, and said apologetically: "It's all my fault, I slept like a pig, I must have not even heard the sound of the young master knocking on the door."

Zongzhengxu is not a fool, he can understand such an excuse, but why does this person do this?

He redeemed him from that place by himself, not to mention the grace of saving his life, but he was considered a half-benefactor, and if he didn't rush to climb on him, he was fine, but he was rejected like a tiger.

"Who exactly are you?"

Xiao Qinghe's heart skipped a beat, and he said with a smile: "Young Master has asked this question twice."

"No name." He looked directly at the pair of cold eyebrows, and the answer did not change.

Zongzheng Xu stared at him for a long time, but he still couldn't do anything to him, so he flung his sleeves and left.

Xiao Qing had an appointment with today, but he didn't want Yan Kuochuo to follow, so he had to pretend that he hadn't gotten up yet, and sneaked out through the back door over the wall.

When they arrived at Yuexin Bridge, Bai Xingjian had been waiting there for a long time. The moment he saw him, his eyes lit up, "You're here."

"En." Xiao Qinghe looked at him, and walked up the bridge step by step, as if he was looking at the things he had experienced before his eyes.

Some wounds, pain for a long time, will get used to it.

Bai Xingjian stared at him intently, as if what he was looking at was some lost and recovered treasure, but he only spoke two words, but his voice trembled uncontrollably.

He shouted: "Qinghe."

"En." The moment Xiao Qinghe finished speaking, he was hugged.

"Qinghe, you are back."

Bai Xingjian buried his head in the hollow of his neck, and hugged him tightly with both hands. Xiao Qinghe felt as if some warm liquid was flowing down his neck, gradually cooling down.

After he had enough hugs and let go, Xiao Qinghe spoke: "Xiao Bai, I came here to see you today, and I have something to say to you."

Bai Xingjian sniffed, looking a bit embarrassed, but she still looked at him stubbornly and said, "Okay, tell me."

Xiao Qinghe briefly passed the matter of his own rebirth, and continued: "We are just serving for different countries. You have your own position. I don't blame you for Uncle Li's death, but I will not forget it either."

Bai Xingjian nodded, the fire that had just ignited in his eyes dimmed, "I know."

"In addition to these, I want to say," Xiao Qinghe paused, his words were sincere but decisive, "Xiao Bai, thank you."

During the days when he was limping, lost an arm, and was still blind, thanks to Bai Xingjian's care.

Although it would be better to die.

Listening to his farewell words, Bai Xingjian felt flustered for no reason when he thought of the figure floating down the cliff.

"Qinghe, what are you going to do? Are you going somewhere? I'll go with you."

Xiao Qinghe shook his head, his lips were still pale, but his words were full of heartlessness, "I'm not going anywhere, and we don't have to see each other again in the future."

"Why?!" Bai Xingjian became emotional, pinching his shoulders with strong fingers, "Is it because of Zongzheng Xu? Qinghe, do you have to fall twice in the same place?!"

With Bai Xingjian's strength, it is not difficult to find out whether Yan Kuochuo belongs to Zongzhengxu and where he lives now.

"It has nothing to do with him, it has nothing to do with anyone." Xiao Qinghe pushed his hands away from his shoulders, "Bai Xingjian, I am still alive and doing well, you don't have to be bound by guilt... ..."

"Do you think I'm guilty?!" Bai Xingjian's eyes were red, her broad chest was heaving violently, "Qinghe, do you know what I will look like after you leave? I will take the initiative to ask for peace and stop fighting Beiqi , Every once in a while, I will go to the Prime Minister's Mansion to see, do you think I have a crush on the Prime Minister or what?! If it wasn't for your feelings, how could I do such a thing for an enemy army?!"

He took a breath, and continued: "Xiao Qinghe, I like you."

Xiao Qinghe was silent for a long time, he didn't know how to react, there was no surprise or resistance in his heart.

No sorrow or joy.

At this moment, he suddenly realized that he had become such a person, neither sad nor happy, half dead.

After waiting for a long time for a response, Bai Xingjian then hurriedly said: "Qinghe, come with me! Before Zongzhengxu knows it's you, let's leave now, we don't want him anymore!"

"I don't want him." Xiao Qinghe said lightly, "I don't want you either."

The scene of Uncle Li being pierced by thousands of arrows is still lingering in front of his eyes, and the despair he felt when he took his last breath in his arms is not something that can be forgotten if he wants to.

Bai Xingjian is in a different country from him, and from the perspective of the overall situation, he is innocent, and Xiao Qinghe can't blame him.

But as far as personal feelings are concerned, Uncle Li died because of him, Xiao Qinghe couldn't forget the past and be with this person.

Bai Xingjian's eyes were full of sadness, "Qinghe, I can't bring a person back to life, how do you want me to forgive me?"

"Xiaobai, I sneaked out. The surnamed Yan will soon find out that I'm not in the room." Xiao Qinghe lowered his eyes, his eyelashes trembling, "My parents... how are they?"

"Everything is fine in the mansion. If they know that you are still alive, they will be very happy."

"Don't tell them yet." Xiao Qinghe didn't know what would happen to him next, maybe Zongzhengxu could raise his hand and take his head if he didn't like it, he couldn't let his family members experience such bone-chilling pain again.

After this gathering, Xiao Qinghe found that the burden that had been on his body was lighter.

"Qinghe, I won't give up." Bai Xingjian said.

Back under the wall of the Ewha Pavilion, Xiao Qinghe climbed up to the top of the wall, before he could jump off, he saw Yan Kuochuo and Zongzhengxu standing below at a glance.

"..." Xiao Qing sat on the wall like riding a horse, and smiled without embarrassment, "It's really standing high and looking far, the scenery here is pretty good, haha..."

"Come down." Zongzheng Xuxu was used to ordering others, and his tone was too stiff to be beaten.

Xiao Qinghe curled his lips, squinted his eyes and said with a smile: "If you jump from such a high place, Xiaoci will be injured."

None of the ten Zongzhengxu could resist such a pair of eyes, and when they looked at them, they rarely softened their tone, spread their arms, and said, "Jump down, and I will follow you."

Xiao Qing and Hanxiao threw themselves down and really fell into his arms.

Zong Zhengxu stared into his eyes for a while, let him fall to the ground, turned around and told Yan Kuochuo: "Strengthen the guards, don't make an exception."

"Yes!" Yan Kuochuo knelt on one knee.

Xiao Qinghe originally thought that Zongzheng Xu was raised in this small building just because his eyes resembled his previous self, as for the purpose...

What purpose could a man have in keeping another man in a dwelling?

But Zong Zhengxu had never touched him, but he would spare some time every day to come here to look into his eyes, and left in a hurry.

Since the incident of overcoming the wall, the number of people guarding him has changed from one to three, and now he can't get out even over the wall.

Zong Zhengxu is a proud person, just because he needs to see these eyes from time to time, he imprisoned him, just waiting for him to look at them every day.

It was another rainy night, when Zongzheng Xu came, he hadn't drunk and was sober.

"Young Master, why don't you hold an umbrella?" Xiao Qinghe was drinking the peach blossom drunk that Yan Kuocuo had brought in at that time, and squinted his eyes slightly when looking at Zongzheng Xu who was drenched in the rain.

Suddenly his throat tightened, and he looked at Shang Zongzheng with blood-red eyes.

"who are you?"