The protagonist is speechless [Rebirth]

Lin Huizhen turned his head to look at his brother, but saw Lin Huimo standing beside him, looking straight at one direction, looking haggard with his mind out of focus.

Lin Huizhen blinked his eyes. Could it be that his brother is not interested in this time's apprenticeship at Tianhuamen?

Cautiously glanced around, Yang Yuxin was not there, so he didn't know where this Demon Venerable had gone.Lin Huizhen approached his brother confidently and boldly, and asked in a low voice, "Brother, what's wrong with you? Are you feeling uncomfortable?"

After a long time, Lin Huimo blinked his eyes, looked at Lin Huizhen with some stiff eyeballs, and said slowly: "...what?"

Lin Huizhen: "..."

Taking a deep breath, Lin Huizhen raised his hand to his forehead and said, "Brother, what's wrong with you? It's like losing your soul."

Lin Huimo pursed his lips and said, "It's okay." After a pause, he said vaguely in a voice almost talking to himself, "I just had a bad dream last night."

Lin Huizhen didn't hear clearly, and immediately looked at Lin Huimo with ignorant eyes, and blurted out, "What?"

Lin Huimo shook his head slowly and stopped talking.

Lin Huimo didn't know if he coveted his best friend too much recently, thinking about it day by day and dreaming about it at night, and he actually dreamed of such a scene last night——

The empty hall was so quiet that there was only the sound of one person's breathing. The fiery red water flow and the ice blue water flow came from nowhere, but gathered in the center of the hall in the shape of yin and yang fish.The fiery red side is like magma surging, and there are clusters of small flames in the bubbles that burst from time to time, while the ice blue side is like countless pearls and jade crushed in the water, and the finely broken light is ice crystals exuding cold air .

And where these two kinds of water flow converge, a black coffin floats on it, pieces are as white as white clouds, and Ganoderma lucidum exuding a milky white halo is attached to the side wall of the coffin, which is not ordinary at first sight.

And Yang Yuxin was sitting on the side of the coffin, wearing a fiery red fox fur, with a slight blush at the end of her eyes, and her amber phoenix eyes were a little hazy, with a hint of a smile that seemed drunk but not drunk.

Lin Huimo was startled.

That was the Yang Yuxin he had never seen before, with frivolous eyebrows, laziness and wantonness.But somewhere seems to be empty, so, no matter how beautiful it is, it is like a flower in full bloom, and what haunts it is the beauty of death.

"It should be snowing in the world at this time." With her amber phoenix eyes slightly closed, Yang Yuxin propped her head on one hand as if a little sleepy, and said slowly.

Behind him, black hair is winding, but the strands of it have already turned white.

Lin Huimo stared blankly at Yang Yuxin in the dream, and was shocked to find that the best friend in the dream was actually thinner than when he was surrounded by the eclipse spirit vines for three years, and the wrist that stuck out the fox fur was basically skinny.

Still pretty, but heart-wrenching.

The white palm flicked casually, and the cold air rose to the dome of the hall, and then turned into light snow and fell gently.

With a flip of his wrist, he held a wine jar in his hand.He shook the wine jar lightly, as if he was signaling to someone, and suddenly said in a manly voice: "Green Ant's new fermented wine, a small red clay stove. It will be snowing in the evening, can you have a glass?"

The smile on the corner of his lips gradually deepened, as if he was talking to himself, he repeated: "Can you drink, do you have a cup?"

In the hall, there was a sigh, followed by a soft whisper like a sigh.

"It seems that this year's drunkenness in the world of mortals is still exclusive to me."

Lin Huimo sat up abruptly.

wake up.

The night outside the window was dark, midnight had passed, and it was time for good dreams.But Lin Huimo woke up because of a nightmare, and by the way, Yang Yuxin who was beside him was awakened.

But to Yang Yuxin, waking up from sleep was nothing, but what really frightened him was Lin Huimo's performance.

Because he is crying.

Tears flowed down silently, just like the flood that broke down the dam, but Lin Huimo was ignorant of it.He looked at Yang Yuxin's eyes widening suddenly, hands and feet hanging in the air almost helplessly, and asked him what's the matter repeatedly, as if the sky had fallen.

Lin Huimo raised his hand in a daze, until the tears hit the back of his hand, splashing fine streams of light, he suddenly realized that he was the one crying.

He cried!

Then, Lin Huimo was dumbfounded.

Not to mention that it is useless for a man to cry when he encounters a problem that cannot be solved. He has cried once when he was scared by his mother's screams when he was a child and when he heard the news of his father's death. He never shed a tear again.

As a result, he had such a dream, and the despair and sorrow in his heart overwhelmed his whole body, and he cried so much that he didn't even dare to recognize himself.

He actually cried because of the nightmare!

It would be fine if he was the only one here at this time. After wiping away his tears, Lin Huimo could pretend nothing had happened.But his good friend and current crush had the same bed with him, not only was he stared at for crying like a fool, even his friend who was so calm and calm was taken aback.

Lin Huimo was so ashamed and indignant, he had already given up hope for his love life, so why would it make things worse?

What annoyed Lin Huimo the most was that even at this point, the damn tears couldn't be stopped!

Lin Huimo's heart was broken.

He didn't dare to look at Yang Yuxin, so he pulled off the quilt with one stroke, wrapped himself into a silkworm chrysalis, and buried his face deeply in the quilt.

His quilt is very absorbent.

When did the tears run dry, he will be strong enough to face the expressions that his friends may show.

Anyway... Anyway, his dark history with his friends has piled up into a mountain, not bad for this one!

Although Lin Huimo thought so, what he wanted to do now was hit the wall more than bury the quilt.

Suddenly, through the quilt, a pair of arms hugged his waist.

Lin Huimo shuddered and struggled subconsciously, but he couldn't survive the Nascent Soul Stage, especially since he was still tied up and didn't show his face.So, Lin Huimo was wrapped in a quilt like this, and his body was placed in a sitting position.

Through the soft quilt, Lin Huimo felt that the part under the buttocks seemed a little hard, but it didn't have the comfortable feeling of a soft mattress.

It seems to be a friend's thigh?

He couldn't help but move, but in the next moment, an arm was turned across, and he was even pulled into his arms.

This time, it was Lin Huimo's head that hit the hard object.The one that hit, without accident, should be Yang Yuxin's chest.

Subconsciously recalling his posture and Yang Yuxin's posture outside the quilt, Lin Huimo's body froze immediately, and tears were frightened back.

"Wait, wait..." Lin Huimo's voice became muffled by the quilt, he blinked his sour eyes, and struggled to stretch out his hands and feet.Helpless, the idea of ​​wrapping himself in the quilt just now was too firm, Lin Huimo would not be able to break free of the quilt for a while, unless he used his true energy to tear the quilt to pieces...it would not be enough for this.

Just when Lin Huimo was struggling with the quilt, there was a sudden stroking movement on his back, one after another.

Lin Huimo was stunned, did he treat him like a child?

The heat spread all over his body quickly, and Lin Huimo's whole body was like a cooked shrimp. It was so hot that it couldn't dissipate heat. Wrapped in such a quilt, it was almost suffocating.

Just when Lin Huimo decided to die early and live early, and said that he couldn't continue to be so embarrassing, Yang Yuxin's slightly stiff voice sounded.

"The reeds are tall, the reeds are long..."

When Yang Yuxin uttered the first word, it seemed to have a certain rhythm.It's just that people who are good at music may not be good at singing. When Lin Huimo sang the first word, Lin Huimo didn't see it. Yang Yuxin's face changed immediately, and his expression seemed a little depressed.

However, he simply slowed down his voice, and instead of trying to copy the tune of the nursery rhyme in his memory, he read the nursery rhyme word by word.His voice seemed to have been held between his lips and teeth for a while before he spit it out, lingering and gentle.

"The reeds are like snow and snow. The reeds know the wind and the storm the most, and the reeds know the rain the most..."

Music can soothe the mind and calm the pain.Right now Yang Yuxin can't play the piano, but she can sing.Helpless, he is indeed short on this item, so he can only use the nursery rhymes he has heard to make up for it.Obviously, no one is perfect, and the so-called refilling is not something he can recharge whenever he wants.

In desperation, he could only slow down his voice as much as possible, and read the nursery rhyme gently.

If it doesn't help, he can only shoot him unconscious.

Great joy and great sorrow are really sad, too sad and not beneficial to his body.

Yang Yuxin always couldn't see Lin Huimo's eyebrows stained with sadness.

Lin Huimo was a little embarrassed when he first heard the nursery rhymes—he is not a child.

Although being awakened by the nightmare and crying all by himself made Lin Huimo embarrassed, but his friend's behavior unexpectedly reminded him of all the things in the dream, and he felt anxious and panicked.

What kind of sadness made him show such a look.

Laughing hard, but sadder than crying.

However, when Yang Yuxin's low but inexplicably tender voice sounded slowly, even though Lin Huimo was full of embarrassment, his ears perked up unconsciously, and he listened quietly, his sore eyelids gradually became heavy.

After reading a nursery rhyme slowly, Yang Yuxin gently peeled off the quilt, revealing Lin Huimo who was buried under the quilt and had fallen asleep.

After Lin Huimo fell asleep, he rarely woke up in the middle of the night. This kind of situation where he was obviously startled and even cried silently had never happened before.

Yang Yuxin's face was slightly gloomy, and she lightly stroked Lin Huimo's eyes with her fingers.

Lin Huimo had cried too much just now, but now his face was wet, and he didn't know what he had dreamed that made him so sad.

He really...

Yang Yuxin leaned down quickly, and lightly licked Lin Huimo's tear-soaked cheek with the tip of her tongue.Then he pursed his lower lip and said softly, "It's bitter."

Whatever he was dreaming about, he didn't like that he was so sad for someone else.

Gently stroking Lin Huimo's eye sockets with his fingers, silently calming the redness and swelling around his eyes, Yang Yuxin felt a little distressed.I cried so much that my eyes were swollen like walnuts.

Yang Yuxin's face darkened, even though he didn't know what he dreamed about, he made a note of everything in the dream first.

Humph.