debt repayment

Song Hui'an.

After many years, even though he turned into a ghost, he hasn't changed at all.

Under the pale moonlight, the ghost's long eyebrows were slightly frowned, his face was bloodless, only his thin lips showed a very faint peach color, which still carried the sickness and sadness of his life.

He was originally born with mountain eyebrows and watery eyes, and he was indistinguishable from male and female, and there was an inexhaustible curtain of romance hidden under his black and curled eyelashes.At first glance, I thought he was a slut.

As early as the year of Zhixue in Song Hui'an, he had grown into a clear and handsome beauty who competed with the sun and the moon. Because of his high position, few people in the capital knew about it; The scarlet tears of blood are so glamorous and bewitching that it is shocking.He has a slender figure, and his slender neck is exposed in the hazy night, like a piece of white jade.

Here the night dew is heavy, the moonlight is cold, his whole ghost is like a mirror, not like a real thing.

When he looked at it, it was as if he had traveled through many years, awakening Quan Ying's memories sealed in the past.

Many, many years ago, when Song Hui'an was imprisoned in a side courtyard of the deep palace, he wore a dragon robe and sometimes went to see him. If this person was clear-sighted, he would kneel and sit in the shadows like this, but he didn't dare to look at him. , I am afraid that if I look at it one more time, I will be dragged into the inhuman purgatory.

The reason why he became like this has nothing to do with him.

Quan Ying felt sore, raised her hand, and wanted to wipe the blood and tears on Song Hui'an's face with her sleeve, but Song Hui'an dodged it with a surprised face.

"You... what are you doing!"

Quan Ying said: "Don't cry, good brother, I'll wipe your tears."

Song Hui'an backed away, very resistant to contact with people.

"do not come."

"I, I didn't mean anything malicious," Quan Ying said soothingly, "My good brother, wipe away your tears, it doesn't look good when you have tears."

Song Hui'an said angrily: "What do ghosts want to look good!"

"But you are pretty," Quan Ying said earnestly, then tugged at his cuff and swayed it back and forth, pleading like a kitten, "Good brother, don't be angry, let me wipe your tears, If you are unhappy, just tell me, I was thrown out by the master to practice, and there was no one to talk to or play with me along the way, good brother, you should take pity on me and talk to me."

Yan Wen said: "Dijun, you are really shameless."

Song Hui'an was moved by the lively and lovely Xiaodaotong in front of him.Thinking about it, he hadn't seen such a considerate and cute normal kid who was not afraid of him for a long time.

He said softly: "Okay... well, you will leave this place after dawn."

"Yeah, good brother, can I sit next to you?" Quan Ying didn't wait for him to respond, and moved closer, almost touching the ghost, holding Song Hui'an's face carefully with a pair of small hands.

The body of the ghost has no temperature, and its skin is soft and cool, so delicate that it seems that water can be squeezed out.

Quanying's avatar is only nine or ten years old because of his child's body, standing in front of the sitting Song Hui'an, he is only a little taller than him.In order to cooperate with his movements, Song Hui'an raised his head slightly so that he could wipe away the blood and tears on his face.

On this side, Quan Ying was also carefully looking at Song Hui'an.Although Song Hui'an showed a look of mourning, there was no trace of ferocity. He looked like a ghost who had been wronged for thousands of years. His face was wiped clean, fair and flawless, only a little less angry than a living person.

When it came to his life, Quan Ying was puzzled.

"My good brother, why are you so good-looking? The picture of celestial beings in the master's room is not as good-looking as yours. It would be even better if my brother smiled more."

Song Hui'an couldn't laugh, and said in a muffled voice, "Don't mention this again."

Knowing that he was under house arrest, Quan Ying hated her face to the core, and didn't dare to expose his scars again, so she quickly changed the subject: "My good brother, I don't see any shackles in the ruins, why don't you leave?"

Song Hui'an said in a daze, "I'm a ghost, where can I go?"

"Go for a walk outside, there are no people in this wilderness, isn't it boring? When I came here just now, I saw many illusions in the ruins, but they disturbed your mood? If so, I will draw a talisman to seal them. yes."

"It has nothing to do with them."

"Then those scattered souls just now...?"

"I kept it by my side to relieve boredom."

As Song Hui'an said, he summoned a crying little ghost. He deliberately concealed the vicious blood on his body, and gently teased its tail with his jade-like fingertips.The crying little ghost was also very close to him, circling around his side.

Song Hui'an teased the kid, his eyes were gentle, he lowered his head, remained silent for a while, and suddenly asked, "What...is it like outside?"

Quan Ying pretended to be surprised, and asked curiously, "Good brother, haven't you been out before?"

"...have never stepped out of this ruin."

This is true. Song Hui'an was a prince in his early years. He was kept in the palace because of illness when he was young and was weak.Then the palace was reduced to ruins, and he did not leave for a long time.

Thinking of this, Quan Ying felt a stagnation in her heart.

He actually spent a thousand years on this ruins.

Song Hui'an didn't want to leave this place, nor did he want to be reincarnated, not to show up during the day, but to be with the lonely souls in the wilderness at night, and to be buried in the passage of time together with the ruins or corrupt or cruel phantoms of the past.

Just for one hate thing.

[The author has something to say: Shoujun finally has a name, shed tears of his mother]