Actor's Love Debt

Ye Mingchuan has not appeared in the audience's sight for a long time, he told his fans that he will go abroad to study for a while, but in fact, he is still staying in country Z, walking every inch of this country.

He wanted to find someone, that person always existed in his dreams, he couldn't see his appearance clearly, but somehow believed that as long as that person appeared in front of him, he would be able to recognize him at a glance.

He traveled to many places and met many people, but none of them were him.

It was not until a long time later that Ye Mingchuan knew that that person had appeared in front of him, but he did not recognize him.

After a long time, Ye Mingchuan knew that that obsession had turned into another person by his side.

It's just a pity that when he knew all this, Ye An and Tang Yi were already gone.

Ye Mingchuan really thought of Ye An on a winter afternoon, the weather was fine that day, there was no wind, the sun was shining on the entire roof, and there was an orange cat lying lazily under the wall, squinting at Ye Mingchuan, Then he grew his mouth and yawned.

Ye Mingchuan stood on the rooftop, looking at the city he was in, his mind was empty, he had nothing in his mind, he heard someone calling his name from below, very softly, one after another, Xiao Chuan, Xiao Chuan... …

Ye Mingchuan jumped off the rooftop without even thinking about it.

The sealed memory was unsealed in an instant, and those pictures flashed like a lantern in his mind, and the emotions of sadness and joy filled his mind, they kept jumping, tugging at every moment of his life. With nerves.

He finally remembered him, but he could never find him again.

After he jumped from the rooftop that day, it was the elders who came from the demon world and rescued him back, but when he just woke up, he struggled to leave the demon world.

He was walking on the deserted street in the middle of the night, when the sky began to snow, flakes of snow fell on him, and the dim yellow street lamps on the roadside reflected the thin layer of snow on the ground shining brightly.

He had checked a lot about Xiaoan before, and he also knew that he was the author of "Warm Wind". After he left, that "Warm Wind" stayed at the last chapter, and there would never be a day when it would end .

He stopped and just sat under the lamp, watching the snowflakes falling from the deep blue sky, dressing up the city in another way.

A drunkard staggered over from the east end of the street. When he lowered his head, he saw Ye Mingchuan and laughed, "Hey, idiot!"

Ye Mingchuan raised his head and glanced at him, but didn't say anything. He hasn't said a word since he woke up. He seems to have lost the ability to communicate with others.

The drunkard cursed and left. When he left, he hummed an unknown tune. Ye Mingchuan couldn't hear what he sang, but felt that the tune was extremely sad, as if someone was holding a rusty knife. Saw the beating heart in his chest one by one.

The snow is still falling, and it is getting bigger and bigger.

It snowed all day and all night, the snow on the road was shoveled to the side of the road with shovels by the cleaners, and piled up into small piles, and Ye Mingchuan was buried in the thick snow layer.

After a while, a forklift came to pull away all the snow. It was only at this time that he picked up the snow and walked out.

He was covered in thick white snow, like a huge white monster, moving slowly, the passers-by around saw him retreated one after another, and then stared blankly at the monster walking into the distance step by step.

Ye Mingchuan just walked aimlessly on the crowded streets. The snow on his body melted a little bit, and his clothes were already soaked. In the cold wind, he looked like a embarrassed traveler who had left home for a long distance. No one could recognize him as the ever-glamorous male god.

I don't know how long he walked until the day of New Year's Eve, when Ye Mingchuan sat alone on a bench in the park, and the shops and restaurants not far away were brightly lit. He felt sad and suddenly burst into tears.

This was the first time he cried after remembering his little An.

Ye An... Tang Yi...

They are all gone, and they will never come back. Their parting is eternal once.

He couldn't remember anyone, and he couldn't keep anyone.

Xiaoan...

"Xiao... An..." He called his name softly, but no one would ever respond to him.

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Jueming was a little surprised when he saw His Majesty the Demon King standing in front of him. To be honest, this was the most embarrassing Demon King he had ever seen. He sighed and asked Ye Mingchuan, "Do you want to turn back time and change your life?" that period of history."

Ye Mingchuan didn't hide it either, and nodded directly, "Yes."

Jueming held the Buddhist beads in his hand, and said in a calm tone, "But you have to know, in this case, you in this time and space will experience life, old age, sickness and death like a normal person from now on, and after you die, Your soul will dissipate between heaven and earth, and there will be no more reincarnation."

"I know."

"You still want to do this?"

"Yes." Ye Mingchuan replied.

"Then have you figured out what to do?"

"I can only let Xiao An be reborn in Tang Yi's body." He paused, looked at Jingyue Lake not far away, turned his head and smiled and said to Jueming: "I hope that I in that time and space will not Let Xiao An down again."

Jueming nodded, fingering the beads, "Since you have made plans, I will not persuade you too much. I wish Your Majesty can achieve your wish."

"Thank you." Seeing that Jueming was about to leave, Ye Mingchuan asked one more question, "You and Huikong?"

"He and I..." Jueming clenched the Buddhist beads in his hands, and for a moment he didn't know how to answer Ye Mingchuan.

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He returned to the small village where they grew up together, bought a piece of land here, built a thatched hut, and spent most of the rest of his life alone.

Many years later, Ye Mingchuan was getting old. His hair was gray, his teeth had fallen out, and his back was hunched, just like Ye An who went to see him for the last time many years ago.

One afternoon, he came under the locust tree at the entrance of the village again, sat there alone, and whispered the story of the two little boys.

One of the protagonists of the story is him, and the other is Xiao An.

He talked for a long, long time, until his voice became hoarse and he could not speak. He still opened his lips and spoke silently.

That night, he slept under the locust tree, the moonlight was cool, the withered leaves were blown off the branches by the howling autumn wind, accompanied by the dying chirping of Xia Chan, he never woke up again.

"Xiao An..."

The next morning, when the old people in the village went out for a walk, they found that someone had moved a one-meter-high stone under the locust tree at the entrance of the village. The stone was as smooth as jade and felt very comfortable to the touch. Then cut it into several small pieces and take it home as a bench to sit on.

After the stone was chopped, they said that the big pieces were moved back home, leaving only some fragmentary corners under the locust tree.

A naughty child came to play and picked up the gravel on the ground, only to find that there was a drop of crystal water dripping from nowhere on the gravel, which shone with moving light under the sunlight.

The child stretched out his hand to wipe the stone, and there was only a little water mark left on the gravel. Under the sun's rays, it quickly evaporated to nothing.

It's really sad that even if I exhaust everything in my life, I won't be able to see you again.

My, Xiaoan...

The author has something to say: this chapter is the last chapter, there will be no more extras, thank you cuties for your support all the time, love you all

The next novel "My Teacher is the Peerless Saint Emperor" will be released around the time of the National Day. It has a Western fantasy background, so it won't be abused anymore. If you are interested, you can read it.