hopelessly in love

Want. Chaos.

Yudu went to bed early.

The last scene before going to bed is the setting sun. The monk is standing in the yard sweeping the fallen leaves. It seems that the fallen leaves have been piled up for some time. It can be seen that the monk will not sweep them, and Yudu happens to be at this time Thinking of it, he didn't seem to have seen other monks in this temple.

Is he the only one?

Yu Du wondered for a while, then shook his head, "That's too lonely."

He couldn't help but say aloud, and then quickly covered his mouth, afraid of being heard by the monk who was stronger than himself.

Sure enough, the monk who was sweeping the fallen leaves suddenly stopped.

Yu Du was a little worried, he just thought of himself when he was a child.

Also such a lonely person.

Even at the height where he can look down on everyone and let many people stand on his side, he still can't feel any warmth.

It suddenly occurred to him that the man who had been wearing a black gauze hat and standing beside him could be regarded as a comfort during those lonely days.

Unfortunately, he died long ago.

Yu Du simply lay down on the bed, closed his eyes, and said heartlessly, "I killed so many people for him, but he still hasn't come back..."

After saying this, he closed his eyes heavily.

It's strange to say that in the days when I was wandering outside, I couldn't sleep well no matter what time of day, it's not like now, I just feel comfortable all over my body.

Thinking so beautifully, Yudu quickly fell into a dream, and was not surprised by the person who walked in quickly.

The monk stood by his bed.

After a long time, he seemed to have thought of something suddenly, moved another bench and sat down.

The moon is out.

The moon hung on the branch, and the monk's somewhat stiff hand slowly stretched out at this time.

He has been looking forward to this moment for many years, and he always thought that such an opportunity would never come again.

But I didn't expect that after so many years of searching, that person would still return to her side.

Suddenly, what he said before going to bed appeared again in his mind, and he quietly realized that there was a reason for the blood on his hands all these years.

He knew that the man who couldn't bear to hurt even ants, how could he kill so many people?

He slowly leaned down, getting close enough to count the eyelashes of the person sleeping soundly on the bed.

Even though the air flow in his heart was in a mess, he still endured the discomfort, lowered his breath to the lowest, and gently kissed the sleeping man's forehead with a slightly disordered breath.