The villain is not crazy

Su Qingyi saw that person suddenly stopped moving, so he glanced over, and before he could open his mouth, he heard someone say: "The hundred thousand swords have been swung."

He wanted to say that he would wave another [-], but he looked into the man's eyes but didn't say anything.

They all know that let alone a hundred thousand swords, even one million or ten million swords are useless.

Since it's useless, it's meaningless to say it. Deliberately delaying time makes people feel boring, so he got up and took a step forward, but restrainedly stopped at a place not far or near the person, as if he was thinking , but no.

He said in his heart that he has always been fearless and can do whatever he wants, so why restraint and hesitation?

But now he hesitated.

There was a sentence between them that no one asked, like a thin layer of window paper. He had asked himself countless times, but he didn't want to hear it from the other party's mouth.

why don't you kill him

He thought about it carefully, but didn't come up with a good answer.

So he just dragged on like this, when a sudden gust of wind blew the treetops rustling, his hair fluttered around, and he didn't use his true energy to stop him, just like the poem that the scattered flowers gradually become charming eyes , beautiful and desirable.

He was fascinated by unknown things, but he didn't want to admit it.

After a while, the wind gradually stopped.

He opened his mouth and said, "Follow me from now on."

Tumi put away the sword and hummed lightly.

So it seemed that nothing was said, and it seemed that everything was said. Most of the two of them were silent. He was looking for his own fun, and the man followed him without saying a word.

But sometimes, he felt that there were many conversations between them, like that sudden wind, they asked each other's heart in the wind.

It was also like the moon last night, he was standing in front of the window, the man was leaning against the wall, the moonlight shrouded him, he suddenly looked back, met the man's eyes, somehow, couldn't help showing a smile.

The man was startled, tensed his body, unconsciously closed the hands hanging by his sides, then took a step forward, and suddenly stopped.

He didn't refuse, and without a smile, he asked, "Are you still swinging the sword?"

"Swipe."

"How much?"

"One hundred three thousand six hundred and ninety one."

"Where to swing the sword?"

"In my heart."

With each sentence of the dialogue, the man moved forward step by step, and when he said the three words in his heart, he was already standing in front of him.

It was the first time the two were so close, Su Qingyi didn't dodge, he was still standing there, because he was so close, he was able to observe the other person's expression more carefully, sizing up his brows and eyes, the corners of his mouth slightly pursed, the expression on his face was different So naturally, it seemed a little nervous.

He found it interesting and asked, "Why?"

The man paused for a moment, pursed his mouth, seemed to want to say something but didn't say anything, just asked: "...what why?"

"Why are you swinging the sword?"

So the eyes that were looking at him became more detailed and real, like touching a lighted match, and suddenly made people feel a little warm: "Because the heart is not calm."

"Why are you restless?"

After he finished asking this sentence, those eyes seemed to be on fire, and even the temperature rose a few degrees more realistically. He thought it was funny, so he looked at him with a smile, and repeated in a low voice: "Why... ... restless?"

"Because..." The man stood too close, his eyes drooped slightly, showing restraint and introversion. He lowered his head and bit his chattering lips, so the unfinished words disappeared in his lips.

Why are you restless?

The man answered him with actions, because of him, his heart was restless.

His whole body was agitated like fire, and only by constantly swinging the sword could he restrain himself a little and not make offensive actions.

The calm and self-sufficiency that he had cultivated for many years was instantly wiped out when he met this person, like a kid who can't calm down, worrying about gains and losses.

There is no need to care about whoever takes the extra step forward, only the final result tells both parties that neither is innocent.

If time flows like running water, there will be fewer legends of devils in the rivers and lakes, and more rookies, but whose own stories are willing to keep spit out from other people's mouths. The calmness no longer barks.

He leaned on the comfortable recliner that the craftsman painstakingly created, too lazy to even move his fingers.

Another gust of wind blew by, and he thought to himself that the weather was getting cooler and another year would pass by.

At this time, the man came from the front yard, holding things in his hand, most of which were odds and ends, for home use, or things he thought he would like when he went shopping on the street. This time he brought back a bag of seeds and said he wanted to Plant some grapes and set up a shelf, you can enjoy the cool outside in summer, and you can pick them and eat them in autumn.

He nodded, and suddenly seemed to remember something, and asked, "How many years?"

The man was able to follow up with a random sentence: "It's been 20 years."

He had no choice but to respond, and then said: "Time flies so fast—" He sighed softly.

He said: "In fact, this kind of life is quite good, and I am a little envious of myself."

"Actually, in the final analysis, I still feel unwilling." He smiled: "No one wants to be a born villain, and I don't want to always be a villain."

"But what can I do with my character? I can only change myself, but am I the one who changed? Sometimes I think this way, wondering if I am redundant."

He said a lot of nonsense, as if he had never said anything in his life in one breath.

Then when all the words were exhausted, he sighed faintly.

"You didn't disappoint me. In the final analysis, I just want to know. If I am no longer such a weak character, I am a villain. Will you still like me? But I don't want you to like me like this , I don’t know, I think I’m conflicted,” he said.

Tumi didn't speak, and after putting the seeds in his hand, he asked, "Plant?"

So Su Qingyi didn't say any more.

"Kind." He replied.

At night, when he was lying on the bed, Tumi turned sideways to cover him with the quilt: "What do you think about so much, as long as you live happily."

Su Qingyi closed his eyes, as if he had fallen asleep, but after a while, his hand covered in the quilt reached out from inside and grabbed Tumi's hand.

He whispered, "Would you like to go somewhere else next time? I think of an interesting plot."

Tumi paused, and replied "Yes".

--Finish--

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