I bent the devil

From the street to the end of the street, the continuous lanterns are colorful and have various shapes. Children and adults are all smiling. The vendors on both sides are also shouting, mixing with the noisy voices and the smell of snacks, forming a gorgeous night scene. .

Song Zhishang didn't eat anything at the banquet just now, and those big households who were rescued by him rushed over to toast. Although he was blocked by Uncle Zhao who came out this time because of his young age, he was still very upset.

The young man in fresh clothes and angry horse is still the one who is extremely eye-catching in the gorgeous night scene, even if the beautiful night scene turns into a blurred halo behind him, only he is the bright one.

Halfway through the boring walk, Song Zhishang frowned slightly, feeling annoyed at the person who had followed him quietly from the beginning.

...that happens everywhere.

However, people are always not interested in what they send to their door, but yearn for what they can't get, or what they dismiss.

Just like now.

Just when Song Zhishang narrowed his eyes slightly, and there were three or four candied haws left in his hand, and was about to shoot at a place that had been following him behind him without anyone noticing, he paused.

Immediately, his squinted eyes widened slightly, and some mischievous smiles appeared at the corners of his mouth, and he returned to the appearance of that seemingly heartless and escaped youth.

Amidst the crowds not far ahead, he saw Gu Linzheng smiling sideways and didn't know who he was talking to. The other party was covered by red lanterns strung together beside him, which looked like candied haws, so he couldn't see who it was.

But for Song Zhishang, it doesn't matter who he is, anyway, he only has Gu Lin in his eyes now.

The body shape is displayed in the crowd, like a fish gliding through the crowded crowd, passing among the flowers without a single leaf sticking to the body.Song Zhishang's martial arts was taught by Song Yi since he was a child, and it is deeply passed down by him.

But with the change of position, after getting out of the crowd and happily making a circle, the footsteps that were about to move towards Gu Jiu after standing still stopped again.Even the smile on his face gradually subsided.

Without the cover of the lantern, Song Zhishang finally saw clearly who Gu Jiu was talking to.It was a young man about the same height as Gu Jiu, who looked about 18 or 9 years old.The eyebrows are elegant and gentle, with blue-black distant mountain eyebrows, black jade-like black pupils, and gentle lips in the corner of the mouth.

That was a man with a completely different temperament from him. If Song Zhishang was a hot and flamboyant little flame, Song Qingyi was the breeze of March, gentle but mixed with a few traces of coldness.

One is as red as fire, and the other is as light as the wind.

Against the backdrop of the red lanterns next to him, Song Qingyi's already outstanding appearance became even more suave, and even the clean and tidy Tsing Yi Confucian robe on his body was rendered red.

Song Zhishang suddenly had a feeling that fortunately, that person didn't have the idea of ​​wearing the same color clothes as him.

But then he was ignored.

Aside from being surprised by Song Qingshu's extraordinary demeanor and stopping him, the most important thing was that this young man who looked four or five years older than himself had an inexplicable sense of familiarity.

...It seems that I have seen it somewhere.

But Song Zhishang was sure that if he had met Song Qingyi before, he would never forget him.

This is where Song Qingyi's charm lies. He obviously has a gentle and elegant appearance, but he has an impression that people will never forget after seeing it, just like their memory has been invaded by Song Qingyi forcefully, and printed his own mark generally.

It is obviously gentle, but the senses are strong.

This sense of contradiction makes him even more attractive.

Song Qingyi, who was quietly looking at Gu Jiu and listening to his gossip, noticed the gaze that had been on him for a long time. His martial arts were not very strong, but he possessed the skills most martial arts practitioners need. It takes a long time to develop keen senses.

This may have something to do with his life experience since he was a child.

Going forward consciously, what I saw was the young man who tried to forcefully buy the sword that Gu Jiu gave him in the armory shop.

Dressed in a red dress, it doesn't look feminine at all, and it makes the young man even redder and whiter.

In the weapon shop before, Song Qingyi only saw the young man's back but not his front. It was more than enough to recognize him at a glance, relying on the extremely eye-catching red clothes and hanging around his waist, which he wanted to use earlier. The precious sword exchanged with Gu Jiu.

Song Qingyi's expression was rare, and it stayed on the faces of other people except Gu Jiu for a few seconds longer.Although his expression was calm, but for some reason, he recalled memories from a long, long time ago when he was young.

It was so long ago that he was still in the almost deserted courtyard at that time, before Gu Jiu came, the servant who was responsible for his three meals hadn't left yet.

— Tsk.I heard that the new lady is pregnant now, you bastard don't want to be taken back.

Disgusted and disdainful eyes from top to bottom, the little self crawled on the ground, buried his head in the basin and ate with his mouth.

The man said that bastards should naturally look like dogs, and they are not allowed to use their hands from today on!

The eyelids trembled slightly because of the memory that he thought he had forgotten for a long time, so slight that it was almost unnoticeable.

——The new lady gave birth to a young master, you?Just stay here by yourself!Anyway... no one will think of you.Dog - miscellaneous - breed -.

Before leaving, the man spoke the last words to himself against the light.

Then there is the long loneliness and dead silence.

so quiet...

Except for the weeds growing wildly, it seemed like he was the only one left in this world.It's so quiet that even the wind and rain seem to have forgotten that there is a little him here who needs to be watered and cared for.

Four-year-old Song Qingyi has already understood the world after being abandoned, and also understood in advance what loneliness and death are.

Until Gu Jiu appeared.

The sound of rustling, although it is still unclear, it can be imagined based on the current movement. The person is pushing away the overgrown weeds.Then that person appeared in front of him against the light just like the one who left at the beginning.

It's just that the two are different.

One left with his back turned to him, casually taking away the only vitality, leaving a emptiness.

But Gu Jiu wanted to come by himself. After pushing away the weeds, he was slightly startled when he saw himself, and then leaned over and smiled at himself.

"Tsing Yi? I'm Gu Jiu, I'm here to pick you up."

The wind passed by from an unknown place. Although it was very small, he was still aware of it at that time.

What Gu Jiu brought him was the future and the hope of being able to live.

And now...

Song Qingyi's expression was still calm, as if he hadn't appeared in the brief distraction just now, he looked at the boy seriously.

"Tsing Yi?" Gu Jiu in front of him was puzzled, just as he was about to turn around, he grabbed his hand.

He didn't want Gu Jiu to look at anyone except himself.

Song Qingyi's heart was calm and calm, but an obvious smile slowly appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Even if you have never seen it before, there are some things that you will know when you meet them in the dark.

……It surprised me that.

Song Qingyi and Song Zhishang looked at each other.

His younger brother, who had never been masked before, would actually appear in such a place, and what was even more unexpected was that, compared to himself, he had everything, and now he was interested and longing for the only thing he had.

……

"……Ah."

Song Qingyi smiled inexplicably.

The hand held Gu Jiu's tightly, without relaxing at all.