a killer friend of mine

Wen Shisan did not fall asleep.

He rolled on the embroidered bed a few times, wrapped the incense quilt tightly around his body, and breathed in the breath that made him feel satisfied.He had an unreal sense of security, as if he was floating on a solitary boat on the vast sea. Although it was safe for the time being, it might be overturned by wind and waves at any time.

He has never been so fascinated by human breath before, as long as this breath is entangled, the whole world becomes brighter.His heart, as calm as stagnant water in an ancient well, was awakened by indescribable emotions, jumping restlessly, eager to grab something to fill the emptiness inside.

Qiuyang's gentleness and charm fascinated him, and even her sharp expression when she was angry did not disgust him, on the contrary, it was a novel experience for him, compared with the cold and cold Taoist temple, the master always has no desires and desires. The dead wood face, the quiet teaching, and the woman's anger are much more vivid, making him feel the warmth of living in the world.

He gradually fell asleep in the warm sea water, followed the pale and silent river and went straight up, all the way to the source, the faint dreams finally took on color, the blurred scene passed before his eyes like light smoke and mist, stretched out his hand Once caught, it falls apart.It is a warm and long-lasting memory, like dewdrops on the wind lotus, it disappears as soon as it slips.

It was already twilight time to wake up, Wen Shisan rubbed his eyes, a little bit unbelievable that he had slept so long defenselessly.Qiuyang was quietly working as a female celebrity, seeing his sleepy look, couldn't help but smile pitifully: "Rinse your mouth, I'll ask someone to bring the food."

Wen Shisan hugged the quilt too lazy to move, and let go of the rest of his pajamas before moving slowly.Qiuyang found that his figure was not tall and strong for boys of the same age, because he was thin and thin, so he looked tall and tall.She felt a little distressed in her eyes: why is this child so thin?Don't your family bother to take care of your daily diet?Thinking of his true identity again, how could it be any better if he came and went in the wind and rain, hidden in the dark and could not see the light?She suddenly realized that his money might come from improper sources, and the nobility and magnanimity he displayed was probably just supported by dryness, but this did not damage his image in her heart. If his If he was born better, he must be what he has shown. Even now, she is sure that this is not completely a disguise, he is indeed a noble Tsinghua rhyme in his bones.

Wen Shisan tidied up his clothes, rinsed his mouth, walked slowly to the table, and unceremoniously carried the meal.The dishes are not complicated, just right and rich, and it is not too much for two people to eat.Qiuyang discovered that he preferred vegetarian food, he was almost indifferent to meat, and ate only two plates of vegetarian dishes.

"Is...the cooking is not to your taste?" She carefully observed the boy's expression.

Wen Shisan raised his eyelids and glanced at her, and explained with some embarrassment: "No... I... I'm not used to it, I haven't eaten it before." In order to show that he has no objection to the dishes, he eagerly picked up a meatball , but hesitated for a moment when it was put into the mouth, finally took a bite, chewed slowly and finished the whole ball, put down the chopsticks and commented: "Hmm...it's delicious."

His cautiousness when eating meatballs seemed to be the first time he encountered meat. Qiuyang finally found the reason why he was so thin.She put the food that the other party hadn't touched in more than ten years into a bowl, watched him eat it with curiosity and hesitation, and fell in love with this taste in a short period of time.She found that he was a little out of touch with the world.

Gui Rui served the after-dinner sweet tea, and Wen Shisan stared at the dried fruit bamboo shoots in the teacup, and muttered "evil religion" in a low voice.Qiuyang asked strangely, "What did you say?"

He sighed softly: "Tea has real fragrance, good taste, and good color. When cooking, it is not appropriate to mix it with real fruits and herbs..." Qiuyang interrupted him with a half-smile: "Why don't you taste it before making an evaluation Woolen cloth?"

Wen Shisan hesitated for a moment, as if he had made up his mind, he took a small sip, but was soon overwhelmed by the sweet taste.The past ten years seem to have passed in vain.

Qiuyang seemingly unintentionally mentioned: "Come back later, don't give mom so much money."

Wen Shisan was enjoying his second cup of tea, and cast a puzzled look.

She understood that she was facing a child who had a lot of misunderstandings about the world, so she patiently said: "You should save your money...and I'm not worth the price."

Wen Shisan smiled, put down his teacup and said, "I don't make money by killing people." Seeing that Qiuyang was puzzled, he further explained: "I don't get paid for killing people."

Qiuyang was puzzled: "Then you..."

"I don't know either." Wen Shisan knew what she was going to ask next, so he answered simply.He looked at his fair and slender but calloused hands over and over again, and said with a light smile, "Maybe I was born to kill people." He is a mysterious and cold man, that's the feeling he gave her when he came out of the blue that day.For a moment, Qiuyang couldn't tell which one fascinated him more.

"Speaking of which," he smiled, "are you not afraid of me?"

Qiuyang asked calmly, "Why should I be afraid of you?"

Wen Shisan said lightly: "It's not always good people who kill people."

Qiuyang said without doubt: "You have your reasons."

Wen Shisan chuckled softly, "Maybe that's not a good reason?"

Qiuyang hesitated for a moment, then paused and said, "But there are some people you will never kill."

Wen Shisan seemed a little helpless: "You think too well of me...do you think of everyone too well?"

Qiuyang shook his head: "No."

Wen Shisan nodded and smiled: "Then you are not hopeless." His voice became softer: "You don't have to worry about me, I am not short of money." And it is more fun to give money to you than to spend it myself .He didn't say the second half of the sentence again, because he felt a little strange.