[Xue Xiao colleagues] Spring is late

The sky turned pale, the light turned from dark to bright, and the empty streets around gradually became lively. Xue Yang suddenly realized that he had been standing from midnight to dawn. He moved his stiff legs, and finally took a look at the empty courtyard. Only then did I plan to leave.

After walking not far, seven or eight old couples supported each other, and came to the front in a hurry. They first looked around outside the gate of Chang's, and when they saw that the door was open, they entered the yard anxiously. After a while, several cries gradually shifted from the yard to the outside.

Xue Yang paused, then turned his head to look at those crying and out of breath people, who were already lying limply on the threshold of the gate.

He listened for a while, and saw an old woman covering her heart and crying uncontrollably: "My daughter said half a month ago that she was going home. I have been waiting for so long but I haven't seen anyone, and everyone from Uncle Chang's family has also disappeared." ,This is how to do ah!"

Another voice was also crying: "My Ah Lin, he came back that night and said that Mrs. Chang's family was quietly ordering people to pack things, as if she was going to move the whole family, and the contract he signed just expired, and said If you don’t work at Chang’s house later, you can still find another one to subsidize your family.”

The suppressed crying became louder, and after a pause, he continued to choke: "I also persuaded him to say that he should leave. When the Wen family of the Xianmen was the leader, the Chang family often helped the Wen family to do immoral things. Let’s not talk about bullying, there are monsters and goblins in the people’s houses around us, if they don’t pay a high price to invite them, how can their Chang’s family be willing to help a little bit! Back then when the family suffered a catastrophe, I was wronged. Being cheated and humiliated by his family's servants and mistresses... who knows that even the person is gone now, where can we find it?"

"They are the local fairy family, who else can we find?"

"By the way! Watchtowers! The Lanling Jin family is setting up watchtowers everywhere. I heard that it is to find abnormalities in the first place and help the people get rid of the evil spirits. Instead of doing anything, the Chang family took their families away. Jinlin Tower will definitely take care of it! Let’s go back and pack our things now, and go to Lanling to ask the Immortal Governor to help us find someone.”

Several people supported each other to get up from the ground, and when they raised their heads, a shadow enveloped them. These people looked at the handsome young man blocking the way, and hesitated in their steps: "Is this young master also here to find relatives?"

Xue Yang said, "There's no need to go to Jinlin Terrace, and you won't find anyone there."

These people froze for a moment, and hurriedly asked: "What do you mean, young master? Is it because I can't see Xiandu or..."

"You can't find the person you're looking for."

The faces of the few people turned pale and their eyes widened immediately. The uneasy panic when they came finally seemed to open the gate, the two sides trembled, and their limbs trembled: "Mr...why do you say that? The children are moving away with the Chang family. , will still come back, won't it..."

Xue Yang raised his eyes and glanced at her. His gray hair hung messily on his forehead, his clothes were still stained with loess, and his shoes were worn out. Judging from what they said, they should be from a distant village, with a feeling of anxiety. Feeling restless, I arrived at Liyang City after walking for a few days.

But the world is so ugly, how can there be so many luck and survivors, the fairy temple in Qianjia Town was destroyed, and the longevity tablet and a small statue enshrined in the back hall were Chang Ping and Chang Yao. In collusion, he robbed and killed hundreds of villagers in Dongting County who were forced to leave their homes. First, they absorbed their spiritual knowledge, and then they continued to practice, intending to turn them into obedient walking corpses.

After the fire in the Dixian Temple was exposed, Chang Ping must have known that Xue Yang and Jin Lintai would not let him go, and the whole family moved to another place when they were seriously injured and had no time to take care of them. How could they bring so many maidservants with them when they fled in a hurry? Boy, either they were all silenced, or they must be turned into walking corpses after being sucked dry of their spiritual knowledge. What could be more cost-effective than the latter.

He cast his eyes on the word "Chang" on the door plaque, and the corners of his lips curled up in a silent sarcasm. He really walked in time, and if he was a day and a half later, he would be like a chicken and dog, with blood flowing like a river, and he was really good at running!

You must also hide it!

Xue Yang waved his hands expressionlessly and turned around: "Let's all go back! Wait, maybe we will meet again in the future." His black shadow was stretched and slender by the light above his head, and the summer wind rushed over him with scorching heat. Covered all over his body, half of the paper exposed in his arms was blown out by the wind. Xue Yang reached out and grabbed it, and the paper wobbled and fell into a puddle of muddy water on the ground not far away.

The corners of the branch were soaked in water, lying limply, and the side facing up was the star dust that had been written countless times, but was soon smeared into light-colored ink by the water, becoming an invisible part. Xue Yang stopped for a while, and finally stepped over without looking sideways.

He walked slowly, and it was already dusk when he returned to Jinlin Terrace. The day and night passed by in a flash, but it was not as difficult as he imagined. Apricot branches rubbed against the window and stretched into the house.When Xue Yang was passing by, a tree branch got caught on his hair tie. He tilted his head and stretched out his hand to untie it. Just as his hand touched the top of his head, he suddenly froze.

Mo Xuanyu was concentrating on fiddling with a puppet behind the window. While trimming it with a carving knife, he stopped to apply paint. He had white clothes, black hair, bright red lips, and a silver-white sword on his back.

Xue Yang shook his hand, the loose hairband was hooked down by his fingertips, his long black hair fell down his shoulders in an instant, his slightly raised beautiful eyes were covered by bangs like the light mist on a lake in winter, and the leaves of green apricots were blown by the wind Landing on the window sill, Xue Yang withdrew his gaze, straightened his hair and asked, "Xuan Yu, why are you here?"

As soon as Mo Xuanyu raised his head, he let out an 'Aiya', stood up from the chair, and put his left hand behind his back.

"Did it scare you?" Xue Yang walked into the room through the window, and picked up the medicine box on the treasure shelf, "Sit." He pressed the man on the chair, and pulled his hand from behind him. The young man's slender fingers There was a cut on his chest with a carving knife, blood was flowing out continuously, and the whole palm of his hand was sticky.

Xue Yang laughed and said, "I'm just shouting, what are you afraid of? When did you come?"

Mo Xuanyu glanced at him quietly, and said, "Last night."

Xue Yang was dumbfounded. It was yesterday evening when he left, and he didn't return all day and night. Could it be that Mo Xuanyu waited with him all night?

He sprinkled the hemostatic medicine and wrapped his hands, patted Mo Xuanyu's head and said, "Go back."

Mo Xuanyu stood up from the chair, hurriedly grabbed the paintbrush to fill up Shuanghua's sword hilt with paint, and stuffed it into Xue Yang's hand, "This is for you."

Xue Yang spread his hands, and the palm-sized thing was lying on his palm. He looked at it carefully and threw the puppet on the table, and said with a smile: "The engraving is not bad."

Mo Xuanyu's eyebrows twitched, and he hurriedly stood up the puppet he had randomly thrown on the table, and asked cautiously: "Brother Yang doesn't like it? I carved it all night."

Xue Yang looked at him coldly and didn't say a word, Mo Xuanyu quickly explained: "I thought you would like it, that's why I engraved it on my own initiative, Brother Yang, don't be angry."

Xue Yang scoffed, "I've never been angry, you go."

Mo Xuanyu looked at his face, and saw that he was staring at the puppet, his lips were tightly pursed, his face was ashen, but not all, like anger, resentment, joy and bewilderment.

Xue Yang's mind wandered, he didn't know what he was thinking, Mo Xuanyu pulled his sleeve lightly, and bravely said: "I really, really like Brother Yao, and I think Brother Yang also really, really likes this Taoist priest, although I don't I know what happened between the two of you, but you are willing to teach me ghost skills and talk to me, you are so kind, you will definitely get what you want!"

"Okay?" Xue Yang snapped back to his senses and sneered, "Does someone treat you well if they speak softly to you? I have taught you now, maybe you will regret it in the future."

Mo Xuanyu was startled, he didn't know why he suddenly changed his face, took two steps back and waved his hands: "I don't regret it, I don't regret it, I can help my brother with things after I learn it, and I can be with my brother forever."

Xue Yang looked at him coldly: "Ghosts are sad, and people in the world will not tolerate it. What I teach you is just for you to have fun and pass the time. I know your thoughts clearly. Meng Yao is your real brother. I advise you to do it as soon as possible." I gave up my thoughts, lest I won't be able to stay in Jinlin Tower any longer."

Mo Xuanyu's face was pale by what he said, and he opened his mouth for a long time before he came back to his senses, tears fell out patter, and with the last wisp of tears, he gritted his teeth and said, "How will you know if you don't try? So what about brother?" ? I just want to be with him."

This time it was Xue Yang's turn to be surprised, he didn't even notice that Mo Xuanyu had left for a while, the people in his impression were always timid and cowardly, he didn't even dare to look people in the eye when he spoke, yet there were times when he was so naive and persistent, It's really indescribable!

He turned his gaze back to the puppet, only to find that Mo Xuanyu carved the man's five fingers clearly, his posture was elegant, and his eyes were full of energy. Not to mention [-]% or [-]%, at least [-]% of them were similar.

Xue Yang stretched out his hand to caress the puppet's brows and eyes, and then stroked down the corners of the slightly curved lips, thinking of those days when a dead body was waiting for the resurrection, when the wait could not last, what kind of obsession could sustain it He has been waiting for despair, and then for a sliver of hope.

In a trance for a while, the desire to throw the puppet away with a wave of his sleeves eased a little, and he tightened his hands, and put the puppet into his arms.