Mr. Jiang is not driving today

When Jiang Xun stumbled into Yuyang, the world was already darkened and crumbled to him.

Facing anyone who was walking towards him, he would reach out and grab the collar of the other person, asking the same questions repeatedly.

"Do you know Qin Qiu?"

"Have you met Qin Qiu?"

"Where is Qin Qiu?"

No one could answer him, no answer that satisfied him.

...he wants to prove these answers wrong.

When he staggered drunkenly into Lingbo Court where Le Li and Zhan Mei lived together, Le Li had just finished washing his brushes, seeing Jiang Xun's face ashen, his eyes dim, and Yu Miao's face livid behind him, he couldn't help feeling in his heart Surprised, he took the initiative to greet him: "Jiang Xun, what's the matter?"

Like a person floating in the water saw a life-saving Miscanthus, Jiang Xun jumped on it, grabbed his arms, and said in a trembling voice, "Yanhe, let me see, I want to see that painting..."

Le Li was intelligent, knowing that something big might happen, so he didn't talk nonsense, and led Jiang Xun to the painting studio he had opened temporarily, and asked, "Which one?"

Jiang Xun's teeth were trembling, his lips were chapped, two blood holes had been bitten by tiger teeth, and dried blood scabs formed on his lips: "That painting, that year's old, the painting of us making dumplings together..."

Le Li breathed a sigh of relief.

When he withdrew from Le's, he only brought the necessary things, and the unnecessary brushwork was left in Shanggu. I'm afraid it would have been burned by the magic way that invaded it, but at least he still took this painting with him. .

Pushing open the door of the painting studio, Jiang Xun rushed in first.

Soon, he stopped.

Le Li also stepped over the threshold, pointing to the big picture hanging on the wall facing the gate of the painting studio, and said, "It's right here. Is there anything wrong?"

Jiang Xun's lips trembled a few times, and the arc was slightly upward, trying to force a smile, but as soon as the corners of his mouth were lifted halfway, he felt the pain in his cheeks, and his eyes quickly became dim and dim, which made the painting's The outline has also become blurred, as if wet by rain, leaving only ink and wash, a piece of absurdity.

"Drinking banquets in winter, meeting with classmates in the side hall of Bailu Hall, and making this painting as a souvenir."

Le Li's paintbrush is exquisite, and everyone in the painting is lifelike.Qin Mu, who was still in the snow at that time, looked at him with pure admiration in his eyes; Zhan Mei leaned over to light the fire; A plate of brightly colored flat peaches was placed on the table; while he was holding a dumpling in the shape of an ingot with a smile on his face, looking at Yu Miao with joy in his eyes.

The blood on Jiang Xun's face faded, and he walked to the painting step by step, stretched out his hand, and lightly touched the empty, undisturbed blank space beside him.

After confirming that the blank space was not his hallucination, he suddenly took a step back, turned around, his voice was lowered and lowered, and the ending was even distorted, revealing a pitiful pleading tone: "... Yan He , where are the people here?"

Fearing that Le Li wouldn't understand, he anxiously gestured at the blank space: "...There is obviously someone here, isn't it?"

Holding the cleaned pen holder, Le Li did not answer, but turned his gaze to Yu Miao, raising half of his eyebrows.

--What's up with him?

Jiang Xun didn't get a response from Le Li, so he understood seven points in his heart. Like a child, with red eye circles, he turned around and reconfirmed that what he saw in the painting was not his own hallucination, and pushed the two away. , rushed out the door.

When he rushed out of the door, he didn't notice the extremely high threshold. He stumbled and fell on his face. He almost rolled out of the door, his knees were stained with blood.

Before Yu Miao came to pull him, he struggled to get up and rushed out of Lingbo Garden.

Waves of dizziness hit Jiang Xun like a tidal wave, his hearing was magnified to the point of infinity, and the whispers of Qiecha all over the mountain were absorbed by his ears and conveyed to his cerebral cortex, as if he was rubbing it into his brain. One after another extremely sharp thorns.

"What happened to Mr. Jiang?"

"I don't know, I seem to be asking about someone."

"...Do you know who Qin Qiu is?"

"I don't know. Never heard the name."

Jiang Xun ran on Yuyang Mountain almost in despair. He was rushing to the next destination. Even though the shadow in his heart had covered the sky, he still stubbornly held on to that little light and refused to let go.

However, that point of light also shrunk and became smaller and smaller, turning into the shape of a firefly, and then into the shape of a needle point, and finally...

Pat, disappeared.

Jiang Xun kicked a small stone under his feet. The stone rolled a long way and hit the ground repeatedly.

pat, pat, pat.

Jiang Xun stopped in his tracks.

This is Qin Qiu's residence.

Once upon a time, the little Qin Qiu stood on the steps over there, his little face glowing red with excitement, his delicate little hands were put on his lips, and he shouted, "Brother! Brother Xun! The kite should be higher! Higher!"

Once, Qin Qiu was dressed in black clothes and red dress, gorgeous and beautiful, as bright as peaches and plums. She held up the skirt and spun around in front of her, asking herself if she looked good, and she answered that Xiaoqiu looked good in anything she wore.

Once, when she was hunted down, Kui Ye returned to this place and gave her a wishing branch. At that time, she was mentally exhausted, lying on the scroll and sleeping lightly, frowning, and she no longer had the carefree appearance of the past.

She often said so earnestly that her brother can do anything.

However, there are some things that Jiang Xun really can't do.

For example, he couldn't see any traces of buildings here.

This is a desolate garden where everything has withered, and no one has tended it for a long time. A quiet lake is full of withered yellow leaves and corpses of water spiders.

Jiang Xun was in a daze when he suddenly heard a familiar voice: "Brother Xun?"

The voice came from a piece of dry grass, Jiang Xun immediately fell to his knees, and picked up the lush wild Artemisia, and soon, a small pink flower came into Jiang Xun's eyes.

Jiang Xun recognized this thing, which can record human voices, hence the name "Shiyin".

He leaned down as if he had found a treasure, and cherished the tiny and beautiful petals with both hands, trying to pull out a smiling face: "Hey... Brother Xun is here."

Shiyinhua smiled, and the voice that belonged to Qin Qiu seemed to come from a distant dream.

"Probably only you can hear my voice, Brother Xun."

"Brother Xun, I'm sorry."

"I remembered it the day you died. In Hongfenglin back then, I chose you, killed my brother, and made you unable to be Jiang Xun again, right?"

Hearing Qin Qiu's question, Jiang Xun couldn't say a word if there was a blood clot in his throat, so he could only shake his head non-stop.

Qin Qiu's words gradually brought out a touch of worry: "Later, Brother Xun, I killed you for the second time.... I drew the Sakyamuni circle with my own hands. Back then, my brother was in the red maple forest. Said, that our Qin family owes you too much, and we cannot owe you another life. But I, Qin Qiu, owe you two lives."

...No, that's not the case...

"Xiaoqiu has never been of much use, and I don't want to be of any use. Back then, I thought, my brother is out to subdue demons and demons, and I just need to follow behind him and draw a magic circle for him."

Speaking of this, Qin Qiu was a little choked up: "Brother Xun, after you died, my brother loved me very much. But I can see that he is in pain. He likes Young Master Gong Shiliu, but he can't help but hate him. I think my brother loves me. I think it must be complicated."

"So I thought... I must be useful. I want to trade you back for me."

"But I always miss it. You know, Dou chased that fool, and I delayed him for too long. It's so long that I can't bear to leave him."

"I didn't know until the sky-swallowing elephant came back to life that it was time for me to go."

Qin Qiu paused for a moment, and his tone became lighter, as if what he said was not a big deal: "I searched all over the ancient books, and even opened the code of forbidden arts without telling my parents. I once found a method called' Huachun' can help the dead return to the world, be reborn as a human, and return to the most prosperous years before their lives."

Jiang Xun's body shook, and his pupils quickly turned black.He reached out and grabbed his arm, squeezing it tightly.

……really……

...no, don't do this...

Shiyinhua did not stop to speak out because of Jiang Xun's pain, and it told Qin Qiu exactly what Qin Qiu wanted to convey to him: "Brother Xun, the method is very simple, just change one life for another. The caster must It is a person who is familiar with the deceased, who can clearly remember the face, date of birth, and all kinds of hobbies and interests of the deceased... As long as there is such a person, it is enough. If the magic circle is completed, the soul of the dead will return to the world, and the caster will be wiped out of existence. Anyone The person who cast the spell will no longer be remembered."

Qin Qiu's voice became a little embarrassed at this point: "I have counted, and those who are familiar with Brother Xun and who may be willing to exchange with Brother Xun are all very important and indispensable people. Only I have no Relationship. My disappearance will not affect anyone. When my brother comes back, the Qin family will have an heir. I am the second daughter of the Qin family, and my parents don't like me.... As for my brother, I disappeared, maybe he It won't bother you so much."

Jiang Xun was drained of all his strength, his chest was suffocated, his lungs seemed to be filled with water, and the alveoli were squeezed and exploded one by one. The clear and severe pain made him scream like vomiting from the depths of his throat.

——Jiang Xun in every life will have some subtle differences.

This is what Jiang Xun was told by the guide soul of Fanghe Pavilion.

In order to prove this statement, Guiluhun once gave an example that Jiang Xun of the [-]st life was easy to quarrel with Zhan Mei, but he had a close relationship with him.

And Jiang Xun, No. 30 VII, unintentionally provoked several girls, causing them to make trouble in Yuyang Mountain.

The reason for this situation is actually very simple.

Jiang Xun in each life lived in his own era for a long time before he entered "Beasts Live in Dongshan".Due to the different environments in which we grew up, and the different people and things we experienced, although our temperament will not change drastically, there will always be more or less differences.

——Therefore, Jiang Xun in each life will have subtle differences in the handling of interpersonal relationships.

——So, in Jiang Xun's life, the so-called advantage of "not having had it in the previous one hundred lives" is Qin Qiu.

——He pampered Qin Qiu so tenderly that she willingly used the forbidden formation to erase her own existence in exchange for her return.

—never existed, nothing like death.

——This means that from now on, there will be no more Qin Qiu in the world.

Moreover, according to Jiang Xun's knowledge, the Shiyin flower only blooms for specific people, and when the flower blooms, it is the time of death.

Jiang Xun watched helplessly as the petals of the pickup flower began to wither and turn yellow, and Qin Qiu's voice became blurred.

"Brother Xun, but I'm still sorry for you. Back then, you made me forget everything in the Red Maple Forest, but now, you are the only one who still remembers me....I'm too selfish. But, I miss you Come back, I want you to live in this world, whether you are free or unrestrained, I want you to come back."

Jiang Xun trembled all over, he wanted to save this sound-picking flower, he didn't want the only thing in this world that could have a relationship with Qin Qiu to disappear.

... He didn't want him to be the only one in the world who remembered Qin Qiu.

He frantically bit his wrist open with his teeth, blood gushed out crazily, and fell down, moistening the sound pickup petals.

However, the nature of Shiyinhua follows the owner, and once it withers, it will follow the owner and reach the world that Jiang Xun will never reach.

Therefore, Jiang Xun could only watch the sound-picking flowers wither rapidly, and Qin Qiu's voice gradually faded away, leaving only a chuckle and two short closing words.

"Brother Xun, goodbye."

"If you don't come back, don't miss it in this life."