The villains are all my ex-boyfriends [Jian San]

The strings of the pipa are sad, the wind blows at the end of the river at night, the clouds are thick, and it gets dark very early, as if a thunderstorm is coming.

Even the picturesque south of the Yangtze River is like a dark black and white ink painting under the lonely sky and the distant darkness.

The beautiful woman on the boat gave a salute, and after the tenderness of the guest stayed, she left in a meandering way.

The sound of laughter outside is still the same, heard from across the house, revealing infinite luxury and hypocrisy, like the aging face of a beautiful woman after she removes her veil.

The fluffy black hair was washed out of color, gray and white and dull, and the costumes were replaced by rough clothes.

The drunk guest knocked open the door, called the beauty with an ambiguous smile, saw the old woman in his eyes, frowned and asked, "Where did the beauty go? Who are you?"

She bowed, expressionless: "The old woman is the servant of Sansao, the beauty has returned."

"Alas, the beautiful and happy days are so short-lived." The guest shook his head and left.

When the good times are beautiful and happy, they are indeed short-lived.

She remembered that when she was a child, a circle of sunflowers was planted in front of the door.This season is the best time for sunflowers to bloom.

When her brother went to school, she would sit under the sunflowers and do embroidery.

The flower discs are so big, and the golden head hangs down. If it is such a cloudy and rainy day, it seems to be surrounded by sunshine.

Butterflies will come, the sun will stop in the flower pot, and the children around will chase the puppy around the flower field.When the flowers are gone, the sunflower seeds can also be eaten.

When she went out that day, the flowers were still blooming beautifully, and that was the last time she saw beauty in her life.

She really thought that if she had that dream again, she would remember that scene well and say goodbye to that girl.

"It's raining, let's go back."

The rain drenched her vision, but she didn't care, the embroidery scissors in her sleeves were carelessly tightened.

"Where did the evil spirit come from?" She looked up at the makeup that had been washed away by the rain, and looked coldly at the spotless person in front of her. The person was holding an umbrella and propped it on her head. Far away, just like in imagination, the gods who can't see the suffering in the world.

"The merchant in front said a few words in praise of that man, but he didn't say anything bad to you. Why did you want to cut his tongue?"

She sneered, if this person saw her face, he would be stunned.This is a distorted mask that gathers the hatred and curse that gathered day and night for more than 20 years.

"I didn't do anything wrong. Why did God let me suffer like this? They knew what he had done, but they didn't blame him. All the people who supported him were the ones who made me suffer and my enemies. .”

"Do Suxin and Weisheng Haoran make you suffer too?"

She hated: "Why is it not in pain? Weisheng Haoran knows what Miao Qianshui is, and he still follows him, doing good deeds in his name, so that he can deceive the world and steal his name. Su Xin treats that beast like a filial daughter, he clearly acts How can they be innocent if they let the wicked have no retribution? It is because they let Miao Qianshui live so well that my pain and resentment increase day by day. If he is poor and destitute, I can still tell myself, Forget it, at least the heavens have eyes and evil rewards!"

She laughed back in anger, and sneered, laughing until tears came out: "I fell into the quagmire, but has there ever been someone who sighed and sympathized for me, and helped me? I sacrificed everything to get my innocence, but these people turned to sympathize with him If he has the fate he has today, he can blame the world if he wants to. They have turned upside down good and evil, right and wrong, and they created a steady stream of hatred to raise me as an evil ghost. I hate, I hate everyone who treats him well, I hate everyone Anyone who feels my pain is light, I hate the world. I hate you too."

Even if she was mad and resentful, the person opposite was as gentle and calm as before.

"I fully understand your feelings. I have done nothing wrong, and I have always treated this world with kindness. When I was hurt, I was the only one in hell. I understand."

She shook her head, all hope was lost, and there was no hope: "You don't understand, I just want to seek justice, wash away my shame, and go home with my brother's ashes. I thought that as long as the grievances were resolved, the nightmare would be over. It turned out that it was just another A longer nightmare. There is no limit to the sea of ​​suffering, and there is no shore to turn back. Only hatred can support me to live, and only revenge can bring me a little bit of relief. I want them to never say any more vicious words, and I want them to do what they have done Pay the price for everything you said! If the world does not give me justice, I will give it to myself. Since I have become a demon, then don’t think about it, let’s go to hell together!"

It is too difficult to be a human being, and life is too bitter, it is better to be a ghost.

The man was not disturbed by her sternness, he was calm and calm: "It's normal for you to think so. The reason why evil is endless is because evil is like a curse. It has a very small origin and is transmitted to more people through the injured person." .It’s like a disease for which there is no cure, but even a disease has an end.”

She didn't shed a single tear, and looked at him viciously: "Why, Immortal Crane can't stand it anymore, are you here to do justice for the sky?"

The man said calmly, "You know me?"

"I know, why don't I know." She squinted at him strangely, "The charmer said that you are a fairy who knows the past and the future, and everyone who mentioned you said that you are good and holy. You are so powerful and powerful, why Can't you come and help me when I'm suffering? Why can't you reach out and give me a hand before that day comes. If you had made a little effort, everything today would not have happened, and he is still his saint , I'm still... Why didn't you come? Why are you here now? Hypocrisy, it's all hypocrisy. There is no good person in this world."

The white clothes were gorgeous and flawless, even in the roaring thunderstorm, they were not stained with any filth, it was so clean that she hated it.

The expression on that person's face was also gentle and peaceful, elegant and handsome, which made her feel even more resentful because of her shame.

He sighed and said softly: "Because, there are no real gods in this world. Human beings, no matter you or me, have our own disasters, and no one else can replace them no matter how hard they try. I'm sorry, but I can't change your destiny. .There is a piece of news that you may want to know. Your brother has passed away, and he asked me to give you a present."

The gray-haired old woman, who was not yet forty, heard her brother, her eyes full of hostility trembled suddenly, and she turned her eyes stiffly to look.

"Yes, what is it? Brother, reincarnated... Does he hate me? I caused him to die..."

The person in front of him looked gentle, just like his older brother reappeared, and even his voice was warm and compassionate: "Silly boy, it's not your fault, how could he blame you? He only blames himself for not protecting you well. This is for you."

A sunflower exuding golden light was placed in her hand, the light flickered brightly and brightly, the huge flower disc bent down, and the bright yellow light poured onto her cheeks, like the sunshine that only belonged to her in a rainy night .

"what is this?"

"It's called Heart Flower. It lives on the kindness of people's hearts. It's in your hands, and the appearance of Heart Flower represents how much kindness people in this world have towards you at this moment. If there are many kinds of goodness, the flowers will bloom more brilliantly. If it's evil, Too much, and it withers and crumbles."

The thin and tired figure was trembling, hugging the flower tightly, sobbing and crying: "You are lying, they are all scolding me? It is impossible to bloom, and it will never bloom again."

"There are more than 100 million people in Lin'an City, and you only hear a few dozen sounds. Although harsh sounds are easier to hear, they do not represent the world."

She shook her head, hunched over, and murmured, "What about the others? Why didn't they say anything? It's okay to say a word... You have suffered, and you will be fine in the future. The bad guy has been punished. He knows he was wrong, and he will never say anything again." Dare..."

"Yes, there are many. Maybe the sound is too small and too far away, so you didn't hear it. But your flower can hear the voice in your heart, and you may follow it to listen." That cold and calm voice , asked softly, "I can't see, can you tell me, is it on?"

No one answered him.

Holding the gentle sunflower in one hand and the blood-dripping embroidery scissors in the other, the evil spirit staggered and disappeared quietly into the rainy night.

After that thunderstorm, no one in Lin'an City saw the tongue-cutter again.

……

That night, Weisheng Haoran was also watching the thunder and lightning outside the skylight.

"Weisheng Haoran, someone has come to visit the prison."

The person who came took off the poncho, revealing a silver-white shirt with ochre-red unicorn patterns embroidered on the hem.It's getting colder, but not too cold.The person who came seemed to be afraid of the cold, and had already put on a thin snow-white plush cape.Elegant and elegant, the jade is flawless, reminiscent of the breeze and the moon shining through the boundless rivers and mountains.

Weisheng Haoran didn't look back, he still looked up at the flickering dragon snake walking away.

But he seemed to know who it was without looking, so he asked naturally, "Have you seen the person you are looking for?"

The jailer who took the money graciously changed into clean tables and chairs, walked away with a wink, and asked them to talk about the old days.

Lin Zhaoyue walked into the cell, sat down comfortably, and said calmly in a cool voice: "I encountered a little setback, but it's okay, it will be resolved soon."

"How could it be? Your plan is flawless. The coffin organization offended Shenjimen and Baidi City at the same time. Baiwei can't last so long. Logically speaking, she should have found you long ago."

Lin Zhaoyue unhurriedly took out the food and wine in the suitcase, with a handsome and gentle face, without any emotion: "That woman is a powerful character. She didn't look for me, she just went to King Min."

Weisheng was stunned for a moment, looked back at him, and soon realized: "You are indeed the charmer of the coffin painting charm. Why, even King Min can't resist this former number one beauty in the world?"

Lin Zhaoyue looked calm: "I don't know, but the cooperation between the two is certain. Do you know that the woman from the Wu family is a charming person?"

"Guess a little." Weisheng Haoran sat in front of him, "The only way to avoid the school's eyes and ears and plot against me is to penetrate into the school's charm. But I didn't expect that King Min would intervene in it. "

Without raising her eyebrows, Lin Zhaoyue said calmly, "What do you think about so much, since you choose to die, what happens to the school has nothing to do with you."

Weisheng Haoran didn't speak, his eyes were empty but not wavering.

Lin Zhaoyue poured wine for him, raised her straight and thick eyelashes, and her eyes were calm and clear: "You and I are not really friends, but you are a very good person. You have clearly seen through it several times, and you didn't Say it to stop me, I know. I probably understand why you want to die. So I won't stop you, a glass of thin wine, right as a farewell party."

Weisheng Haoran drank all the wine: "I'm not helping you, but seeing you is like seeing myself."

Shutang naturally knows something about the Lin family.Lin Zhaoyue killed Lin Youhuang just like he killed Miao Qianshui now.

Weisheng Haoran likes good people, although his standards are different from ordinary people.

"Seeing that you and I know each other, I will tell you a secret." From a hidden place, he dug out a secret record written in special pen and ink, and handed it to Lin Zhaoyue.

"Eleven years ago, the Yan family collected marriages for the owner of Shaogu. All the Geng posts collected were burned without entering Luohuagu. Luohuagu still declared that the young lady of Qilin Villa was as if nothing had happened. Sparrow screen selected."

Lin Zhaoyue's gaze was sharp and cold after reading the short handwriting: "Their target was the Lin family from the beginning. But You Huang's geng post wrote my birth date."

"Explain, the Yan family only needs the blood of the unicorn. It doesn't matter if it's you or your sister. They used your life to match the time of the blood sacrifice, but the person who sacrificed the blood in the end was your sister. Both are right, but neither is right. The ceremony Then there was a mistake." Weisheng Haoran paused, "The important thing is that this misunderstanding was made, which shows that Lin Shuyi didn't correct Geng Tie's mistake. If he wanted to make a blood sacrifice weapon, he wouldn't make such a mistake."

Lin Zhaoyue's face showed no emotion: "What do you want to say?"

"Lin Shuyi just wants to use your sister to hold Yan Shuangfei back. He probably doesn't know what they want to do to her. The matter has come to this point, the damned people are dead. Put down your hatred and live for yourself."

Lin Zhaoyue smiled and said softly: "It took me a long time to find it. Thank you, you still remember me at this time. But I still want to meet Bai Wei in person. Your burden of 380 seats , Qilin Villa will take care of it for you."

Weisheng Haoran looked at his back with complicated eyes: "A deep love will never last, and a great wisdom will hurt. I only occupy the latter, and this is how I met. You, don't follow in my footsteps."

Lin Zhaoyue stopped slightly, and said in a cool voice, "Thank you."

But Weisheng Haoran knew that he would not listen.

Like, he himself knew that the road ahead was the same, but he still came to this step.

"If you survive, maybe you can become good friends with Lin Zhaoyue."

In the cell where Weisheng Haoran was supposed to be alone, another faint voice suddenly sounded.

That voice is very special, with the heavy accent at the front and the final tone is extremely light. Even though it is dangerous and ruthless, it still makes people's hearts move slightly, like the sound of strings shaking the moonlight like a tulle on a flower.

Such a voice, once heard, is hard to forget.Therefore, Weisheng Haoran read that person's name without thinking: "Gu Mowen!?"

Seeing clearly that the person sitting in front of Lin Zhaoyue was the man in the blue and white clothes, Wei Shenghaoran's heart subconsciously lifted a little.

The man said lightly: "Aren't you going to die? Why are you still afraid when you see me?"

"I guess, there should be no one in the world who can calm down when he sees Lord Mozun." Weisheng Haoran laughed at himself, and slowly sat across from him, "Besides, you are an alchemist. If you die, you will have to die in another world someday." hit your hand."

"Really?" Gu Jinxiao's brows were quiet, her crow-feather-like eyelashes drooping slightly, without looking at him, she said softly, "I thought it was because you lied to me."

Weisheng Haoran lost his voice for a moment, his face expressionless.

If Mu Junhou came to say goodbye to him, he would be full of sadness.When Lin Zhaoyue came, he was quite relieved that he had calmly faced the farewell.When Gu Mo asked, he suddenly wanted to call the jailer and ask, when can he die?

Probably, the performance that night in Fallen Flower Valley was really impressive.