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

After the corpse driver died, the little He Jiuqing still took the remaining guests on the way back to their hometown.

Without the help of adults, it was extremely difficult for children to move the many people, even though there were only five guests left.

After the corpse chaser died, Gu Jinxiao could no longer use his identity to show up, so he could only watch in silence during the day, and at night he released the curse of the corpse with the help of the music of the zither.

Because he is afraid of changing the past, he can only reduce his sense of existence as much as possible.

Many times when He Jiuqing said a lot, he could only respond softly, like an illusory ghost behind the scenes.

Even so, He Jiuqing was very happy.

Under the moonlight, accompanied by the melodious and ethereal sound of the zither, a group of corpses walked like fairies relying on the wind, and He Jiuqing smiled and followed the group with his silver eyes bent.

Sometimes the light blue sound waves will gently lift him up, as if someone is flying him in the air, so wonderful and interesting.

Therefore, the night in the wilderness becomes particularly exciting, like a mysterious and special dream journey.

During the day, six-year-old He Jiuqing began to study those mysterious spells in addition to his daily literacy learning.

The talisman used to guide the corpse is usually just an instruction and an action. He thought of some ways to use some special materials to develop and fuse the talisman into incense.

In this way, as long as the incense is burned, the effect of the spell can be extended for a long time. As long as he walks in front with the incense, the guests will not get lost.

On another night, when the piano sounded, he held out the incense.

The night wind gently caressed the top of his head, as if someone was touching his head gently.

In this way, everyone was sent back to their hometown as promised.

It's just that it's too weird for a six-year-old child to be a corpse driver, plus his pair of silver eyes.

You can't just put the corpse at someone's door in the dark, it will scare ordinary people.

He Jiuqing thought for a while, and quietly sent the people to the nearby Yizhuang. Before that, he wrote letters to those people's homes, so that they would be mentally prepared to pick them up.

After finishing everything, He Jiuqing had nowhere to go.

That year there were frequent floods, the world was about to be in chaos, and the north was extremely cold.

He Jiuqing fell ill and hid under the eaves of a private house to keep out the wind.

The sky is dark, the wind and snow are howling.

Fingers that were red and stiff from the cold drew a warm spell on the snow, and the small figure huddled in the corner, holding half a piece of cold steamed bun, very hungry, so he took a small bite slowly.

Tears froze eyelashes into ice edges.

Compared with the empty heart, the wind and snow seemed not so cold.

The man is gone.

A twelve or thirteen-year-old girl sang a song, bounced past, walked past but suddenly turned around.

Akimbo shouted: "Hey, who told you to stay here? The little beggar is so dirty, get out!"

"I'm not a beggar. I'll leave when the wind and snow are calmer. I won't dirty your door."

"Who told you that this is my house? I don't want to see an inferior person like you. If you don't get out, let's see how I deal with you!"

"I can't go, I have to wait for someone. If I go, he won't be able to find me if he comes back."

"Who cares about your death. If you don't leave, I will kill you!"

With a creak, the imposing door opened, and a graceful figure stepped out.

The girl wrapped under the thick cloak frowned: "Stop it. He's just avoiding the wind and snow, why are you beating him? He's still so young, and you're two years younger than him. If you don't help him, how can you pretend to be older than him? Just bullying people?"

"I, I... I'm afraid he will dirty your roof."

"This is my house, don't worry about it. If you still don't leave, I'll take advantage of being older than you and imitate you."

"Let's go, hum!"

The domineering little girl blushed, gritted her teeth and ran away, turning her head bitterly as she walked.

The girl lowered her voice: "Don't be afraid. The wind and snow are so strong, do you want to come in?"

"Thank you sister, no need, I'm not a beggar, I'm just waiting for someone. When I'm done, I'll leave."

The girl nodded, her figure disappeared through the door, and she came out after a while, giving him a pack of hot buns.

"Let's eat, I've made too much dinner, and tomorrow my mother will tell me, you can finish it for me."

The little child took it and said softly: "My sister is a good person. Thank you."

"Hey, if you want to come in, just knock on the door. If someone comes to bully you, just knock three times, and I'll come out and teach the bad guys a lesson."

The girl closed the door gently.

Outside the door, Xiaohe Jiuqing put the bun into his arms, and gently recited a hundred prayers for her to be safe and happy.

inside the door.

The girl coughed lightly and fell into a light sleep on the couch.

She is ill and probably won't live until next spring.Just now I was waiting for my mother to come back, when I accidentally fell asleep and had a dream.

In the dream, a man in white clothes and green feathers played a song to her, and said softly, "Can you please do me a favor, there is a child outside the door, someone bullied him when he was young. If it is snowy and cold tonight, if he cries , the tears will frostbite the eyes."

When he woke up suddenly, he heard a sharp noise.

Even if she didn't have that dream, if she heard about it, she couldn't just sit idly by.

This world is so beautiful, how can it be given to bad people.

The girl fell asleep, and suddenly dreamed of the luthier again.

The man held the piano and bowed slightly to her, and said softly: "You are right, this world is so beautiful, it cannot be given to bad people. I thank you and this world for giving him warmth."

The piano sound played again.

Many years later, the old woman with gray hair and children and grandchildren will still think of the adventure in that snowy night dream.

She just did a small thing casually, and the snow stopped the next day, and her illness improved.

People say that there must have been a fairy who rode the wind and snow to the world that night.

……

Outside the door, Xiaohe Jiuqing recited the mantra of peace and happiness a hundred times, opened his eyes and heard a soft sigh in his ears.

"Finished?"

Xiaohe Jiuqing opened his eyes wide in surprise, and took out the warm steamed stuffed bun in his arms: "Here you are."

"It's delicious, you can eat it too."

The wind and snow stopped, the clouds opened and the moon cleared.

The little boy disappeared on the white and clean road with a looming ghost.

"I thought about it, we can live in Yizhuang..." The voice was joyful and clear.

In fact, he can go anywhere, as long as that person is with him all the time.

……

Occasionally, the old master of Yizhuang also works as an assistant. When a seven-year-old child said that he was a corpse exorcist, he looked at those silver pupils and nodded without saying anything.

He Jiuqing spent the winter there.

From winter to spring, I passed by the school once and heard a clear sound of reading. He Jiuqing stood in a daze for a long time, until the master Yizhuang, who delivered the paper, came out to see it.

In the eyes of ordinary people, the business of dealing with corpses is taboo and borderline.

The master told him not to come to Yizhuang again.But he pointed to the residence of the old teacher who taught him, told him how to visit and talk, and what he should prepare for.

Later, He Jiuqing studied in the school.

And for the first time, the corners of his mouth were bruised, and he went home dirty.

He was just angry at first, but when he heard the voice of "Does it hurt?", he couldn't help crying.

"Is it a big mistake not to have a father and a mother? Is it a bigger mistake than not being able to answer the teacher's questions, or not doing your homework well?"

"Why do you hate me?" Tears rolled down my face.

After finally raising a baby fat face, the little fairy is as cute as Yuxue, and should be loved by the whole world.

Gu Jinxiao knew about it, because he was always by his side.

When those fists and kicks came maliciously, even though he held the little He Jiuqing in his arms and blocked everything behind him, it was of no use, no one could see him.

"It's not because you did anything wrong, it's just because you're so nice."

Gu Jinxiao covered her teary eyes, and hugged him carefully through the air.

"Because you are good-looking, because you are smart, talented and hardworking, my husband has been praising you all day long, and I have heard it all."

"You are so good, they can't catch up no matter what, in order to cover up their mediocrity, they will deliberately hurt you."

"This is called Muxiu in the forest, and the wind will destroy it. Don't care about those words. It's good to call back like today. Why are you crying so sad?"

The little fairy crying so distressingly before him got up like a vicious little wolf dog, beating ten of them one by one, and ran home crying.

Gu Jinxiao was relieved at first, but he didn't expect that he would cry so sadly when he returned home.

Xiaohe Jiuqing was sobbing and crying, and said honestly: "Because of this, you will talk to me and hug me..."

Gu Jinxiao was silent for a long time, then said softly: "Let me teach you martial arts."

That person's biggest mistake was that Gu Jinxiao could not protect him.

……

Time climbed over the vine flowers on the wall little by little.

He Jiuqing's luck is even worse than the lucky Gu Jinxiao's. It seems that even the gods don't want to see a flawless glass heart, and deliberately want him to go through the most difficult hardships in this world, and see the most sinister hearts.

The higher the crane flew, the more it was accompanied by gusts of wind and showers.

Those little bad lucks, accompanied by little malice, met him unexpectedly almost every day.

It is normal for the room to leak when it rains at night. When you are bullied, just try to resist, you will be seen by your master and others, and you will think that he is the bully.

Walking on the road, you will also encounter crops being destroyed and stolen by school children, and the owner will believe that he did it.Even if the child who stole came forward and confessed, the other party would not admit that he had identified the wrong person.

After all, compared to other people's children, this rootless orphan is naturally easier to bully.

However, even so, those silver eyes were always clear and clear, not half blackened by the filth of the human heart in this world.

The immature face of the baby was slightly bulging. After thinking about it, he said obediently: "I am not afraid of being bullied by bad people, but I am afraid that I will learn from them. In this way, Qingqing will become a bad person, and you will dislike Qing like you hate bad people." Yours."

"I want to be what I like, the best person in the world."

It seems to be born with a clear and flawless soul, born with detached Zen and understanding.

Gu Jinxiao asked: "What kind of talent is good?"

The man's silver eyes were curved like two crescent moons: "I like it when I think about it. Like you."

Gu Jinxiao smiled lightly, but you can't see me, how do you know what kind of person I am.

In this way, He Jiuqing turned ten years old.

A tragedy happened in the school, which was originally just an accident caused by laughter and slapstick.However, those students were used to domineering, so they wanted to cover up the fact, set a fire in the school, wanted to burn someone to death, and then pushed it to him.

The people there, adults and children, are full of hostility, and even they themselves feel that the specialties of this place are poor mountains and bad waters and troublesome people.

He Jiuqing was ill that day and did not go to the school, but when he went to pick herbs on the mountain, he happened to witness the whole process.

Even if Gu Jinxiao wanted to cover those eyes, he couldn't.

But neither should he.

These bits and pieces of evil in the human heart are rooted in He Jiuqing's eyes, and after a few years, a branch called Zhongqing will split.

The evil fire in the school started a prairie fire. Although there was a report from He Jiuqing, the fire was brought under control and no more casualties were caused. However, some crops that were about to be harvested were burned, and everyone will be hungry and full this year.

Who will take the responsibility?No one can afford it.But always find someone to vent your anger on.

Someone hastily called out He Jiuqing's name, and pointed at him with trembling but malicious fingers...

The start of the escape was extremely hasty, but He Jiuqing didn't have any luggage at all, only a few books and pens and paper for drawing symbols.

However, as long as you call gently at night, there will be a response.

This is enough.