I am the white moonlight of the giants who died early

Fortunately, because it was raining and reservations were required, there were not many customers in the restaurant. Su Ming and Zheng Shaowei were reasonably sensible, and their voices were not too loud. Yun Qingcen was not in a bad mood.

He sat upright and smiled under the different gazes of the two. He was no longer hungry now.

"Are you finished arguing?" Yun Qingcen picked up the wine glass and took a sip.

He sighed, "What's the fuss, do you want to watch a movie together?"

Su Ming's eyes widened, but he didn't dare to say anything, so he could only lower his head, unwilling and aggrieved, and said: "I listen to Brother Yun."

Yun Qingcen is going to leave the restaurant later and throw these two idiots away, they quarrel as much as they like, don't bother him.

Zheng Shaowei said to Yun Qingcen, "Qingcen, can't we talk alone?"

"What's there to talk about." Su Ming interjected, "Without you, Brother Yun and I have a pretty good life."

Zheng Shaowei's complexion turned sour again: "Does it have something to do with you?"

With a cold face, Su Ming crossed his arms around his chest and made a gesture of extreme resistance.

He used to always feel that he was inferior to Zheng Shaowei and a hair shorter than Zheng Shaowei, but now he didn't think so, at least he was equal to Zheng Shaowei in front of Yun Qingcen, and Zheng Shaowei was not inherently superior to him.

Yun Qingcen: "I'll go to pay the bill."

He stood up and said to Su Ming and Zheng Shaowei: "When I come back, you guys had better argue and come up with an answer."

When people quarrel, they are always irrational. As long as no one wants to take a step back, they can continue to quarrel. The same is true for people in their 50s and [-]s. They are all no different from elementary school students.

After Yun Qingcen settled the bill, he pushed the door and left mercilessly, leaving Su Ming and Zheng Shaowei hurting each other in the restaurant. It is estimated that they would have to quarrel for a while before they found out that Yun Qingcen had slipped away.

While Yun Qingcen had nothing to do and was wandering around with an umbrella, Ren Yun and Teng Jing were confronting each other in the unopened mountain forest three days away from the city.

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and Ren Yun's whole body was soaked by the rain. He looked at Teng Jing who was standing not far away. The wound on his body healed much slower than he imagined, and the rain dripped down his cheeks from his chin. , Ren Yun's eyes were red, and the broken arm hadn't grown back yet.

Teng Jing looked at his distraction, not a single drop of rain touched his body, and he still looked at ease, elegant and easy-going, he sighed: "Why should you be so embarrassed, you are already a part of me, why should I divide you up again?" I."

Ren Yun sneered and said, "You also know that we are one, and you think I don't know what you're thinking?"

Teng Jing smiled and looked at Ren Yun as if he was looking at a child in the rebellious period. His eyes were gentle and tolerant, and he couldn't tell that it was him who just tore off Ren Yun's arm.

"Let me guess what made you rather go against your nature than return to my body." Teng Jing said softly.

Ren Yun gritted his teeth tightly, he could feel the loss of vitality, after all, he is not a real person, nor is he a demon, even with the inner alchemy of the snake demon, he still cannot exert his full ability, Ren Yun's voice is hoarse: " What is there to guess, will you let me go free if you guess it?"

Teng Jing said reasonably: "If you don't tell me, how do you know I can't?"

Ren Yun: "I'm different from you, you don't know what you want, I do."

A long life can consume all pride and ambition, and the endless hell brings endless loneliness and darkness. Ren Yun was born in that darkness, and what he longed for most was to get rid of the dead silence that had entangled him since his birth. Cen found the freest vitality in his body, and that vitality grew almost savagely.

Teng Jing smiled and asked, "How do you know what we want is different?"

Ren Yun was taken aback, his expression suddenly became flustered, and he asked incredulously, "What did you do?"

At that moment, Ren Yun felt cold all over his body, his eyes turned red, and it seemed that he would rush over to fight Teng Jing in the next second.

Teng Jing was still elegant and gentle: "If you don't integrate with me, are you capable of protecting Yun Qingcen? You can only wait for the underworld to hunt you down and let Yun Qingcen protect you."

"Maybe you think it's nothing." Teng Jing looked at him sympathetically.

Ren Yun was poked at a sore spot by Teng Jing, he gritted his teeth and asked, "How do you know that I won't be the one who wins?"

Teng Jing: "Is it meaningful to win or lose? Could it be that if you win, I am not me?"

Ren Yun was momentarily sluggish.

Teng Jing spread her hands: "Stop being willful."

"What's more, I've already gone to see Yun Qingcen." Teng Jing looked into Ren Yun's eyes.

Ren Yun was extremely irritable: "Teng Jing!"

Ren Yun rushed towards Teng Jing.

Teng Jing seemed to have expected it a long time ago, he would not hide or evade, just waiting for Ren Yun.

There was a thunder, and the rain became heavier. Yun Qingcen held an umbrella and looked up at the dark clouds in the sky.

He was humming a song without a tune, walking in the heavy rain, and felt quite romantic. When passing by the bottom passage, he took out his mobile phone and scanned the QR code to donate money to the beggar—as for what the beggar was doing with the money? I don't care, he donated money to impress himself, not to really give alms to anyone.

Yun Qingcen walked to his former home - an old villa that had been put up for sale.

He disappeared and walked into the villa area.

This once beautiful and most luxurious community in the city is now showing its old age, its aesthetics cannot keep up with the times, and there are almost no people in the community. Many villas are listed for sale, and old houses are sold at sky-high prices. Those who can afford it don't bother to buy it, and those who can't afford it still can't afford it.

Yun Qingcen walked into this villa that had long been vacant. The decoration was not much different from when he lived in it. The house was taken away by the bank and auctioned off to another family. The family only changed some decorations. Hard pretending still maintains the appearance of Yun Qingcen living at this time.

He was walking in the villa, and the imported leather sofa, which was the most fashionable, most foreign style, and most financially manifested at that time, was still placed in the living room, but the style was long outdated and the maintenance was not good.

The tiles underfoot were cracked in places, and the wallpaper on the roof was beginning to curl.

When I was still living here, Yun Qingcen was sent to the kindergarten by the nanny during the day, and was picked up by his father’s driver in the afternoon. The children in the kindergarten were his puppy legs, including Zheng Shaowei. Everyone revolved around him. Parents He never quarreled. Before elementary school, he lived like a person in a fairy tale without any distress or trouble.

There are no such worries as "the child I like doesn't like me", "the teacher likes other children more", "the child robbed me of snacks".

He thought that when he came back here, not to mention being sad, he should have some feelings.

But he walked around without feeling anything.

Yun Qingcen sighed -- he was as heartless as ever.

He thought that revisiting his old place would make him a little "kinder".

He walked around in the living room, and then went upstairs. His former room was on the second floor, and the decoration was fixed by his mother. He opened the door and saw that the decoration inside had indeed changed.

Yun Qingcen sat on the chair for a while, closed his eyes, and imagined his family life.

His father is very busy, busy looking for relationships, flattering and investing, and his mother is also very busy, busy learning various skills to keep his dad's heart.

Yun Qingcen felt that if he had to say it, his character probably gathered all the shortcomings of his parents.

The face and figure both have advantages.

Since he couldn't recall his memories, Yun Qingcen didn't waste any more time. He stood in the living room, took a last look around the house, and then left leisurely.

The rain was still heavy, so Yun Qingcen went to the cemetery again.

The cemetery was still the same, his parents were buried here, and he himself was buried here, and the family was, in a sense, reunited after death.

It's just that he never saw his parents in the cemetery after his death, maybe they were reincarnated as soon as they died, or they did something bad and are being punished in the underworld.

The latter is more likely, his parents should have done a lot of bad things when they were alive.

Yun Qingcen didn't go to the grave empty-handed either, he brought a bouquet of fake flowers for himself and his parents.

Real flowers will wither, but fake flowers are better, they will always be bright, even if there is dust, it will be clean again after the next rain.

Yun Qingcen stood in front of his parents' grave and put down the flowers. He seemed to have thought of something, and suddenly said: "I forgot to bring you cigarettes, but you're dead, so it doesn't matter if you smoke or not."

"It's useless to make a wish at the grave. I remember I came here when I was in high school, and I hope you can bless me to go to Tsinghua University."

Yun Qingcen shrugged: "I won't go to the underworld to find you, and I don't know what to say when we meet."

Yun Qingcen looked at the two tombstones. There were photos of his parents on the tombstone. His father liked to pretend to be a serious and self-disciplined successful person, and his mother liked to pretend to be a good wife and mother with many talents. Come on, it's a perfect match.

"Thanks to your blessings, I will probably be like this forever." Yun Qingcen said with a smile on his lips, "But maybe I don't blame you, maybe I was born a monster."

"gone."

Before leaving, Yun Qingcen went to see his grave.

His grave is still the same, only a little dust has accumulated, and it is impossible for Yun Qingcen to clean his own grave, so he left after looking at it twice.

It has been raining heavily for nearly a week, only a few hours a day, and the local weather bureau has been issuing rainstorm warnings.

Fortunately, the area is small and no floods have occurred, but the problem of travel is a bit bigger.

When the rain stopped, Yun Qingcen was lying on the sofa reading a book—he didn’t like reading books, he found it tiring to read serious literature, and there were too many characters in famous novels, he would always forget who was who, even when he said before I have watched Wuthering Heights once, but I have only seen half of it so far.

What he is reading now is a published cultivating novel, which is still an old routine, but fortunately there are few characters with names, and the story is fairly clear.

There was a cup of tea on the coffee table in front of him, and a few Xue Mei Niangs on the porcelain plate next to the tea cup. Yun Qingcen would drink tea and eat some dessert when he was tired from watching.

When the door opened, Yun Qingcen had just eaten the last Xue Mei Niang.

He turned his head to look, and the elevator doors slowly opened to both sides.

Who won?