I bent the devil

If because of the theory that 'he will become a bad person in the future, so don't be nice to him', he would have hostility and other purposes towards Song Qingyi now.So what is the difference between yourself and the domineering thinking of the 'because of you, so he became a bad guy' system?

This kind of distant 'because reason' about the future is quite absurd.

After all, Gu Jiu was forcibly dragged into this world by the system using this set of reasons. He believed that he would not be able to return to the original world before completing the changes that the system thought he had.

After all, the system didn't even give him any cheats.

But Song Qingyi was different.

Yes, it is undeniable that at the beginning, Gu Jiu really went to Xiao Qingyi with the mentality of "ah... Hurry up and do the task, and go home after finishing it", but in getting along with him, it turned into genuine concern for him, and even hope If you have the ability, or know more about the future direction of this world, using these golden fingers can help Xiao Tsing Yi.

The young man sits cross-legged on the eaves with a steamed bun in his mouth and looks into the distance. The beginning of autumn has begun in the past few days, so although the temperature is still not low during the day, it is already very cool in the morning and evening.

Not far from Gu Jiu's feet, there is a wooden ladder on the edge of the eaves, from where he climbed up just now.

——After hearing the ins and outs of the sword and the sword box, and coming out of Song Qingyi's room.

Although Gu Jiu is not extremely smart, he is not an idiot who doesn't know the world at all. Song Qingyi told him this matter without reservation, because he trusted him in the first place.

Although the two were awkward when they met again, and felt alienated because of each other's strangeness, their concern and concern for each other did not change.

It can even be said that comparing the two, Song Qingyi's feelings for Gu Jiu are much more precious.

After all, for Gu Jiu, he just parted with Qingyi when he was a child for not even an hour, and when he reappeared, he saw the grown up Song Qingyi and felt uncomfortable and surprised .

...even with a little 'what to do?Can you successfully complete the mission and return to the original world? 'Looking at it now, it's a nasty and...very selfish idea.

As for Song Qingyi, it was the real thing, seeing Gu Jiu again after more than ten years of hard work.But even in this situation, he still accepted Gu Jiu wholeheartedly without any reservations after giving up.

He never even asked questions about why Gu Jiu didn't even look old after so many years.

He didn't ask why Gu Jiu still looked like this, nor why he came to him now, etc. He just accepted him awkwardly after the child acted like a spoiled child.

Gu didn't dare not ask about Song Qingyi's past for the time being.

And Song Qingyi didn't ask about Gu Jiu's past because he trusted him.

In contrast, it is a matter of opinion.

The sky has lost the last twilight of the night, and the sun is showing, but it is still cool and cold because the cool air has not dissipated.

What faded away at the same time was the scruples that Gu Jiu felt in his heart after he knew the origin of the sword and the sword box.

Gu Jiu always thought that he was the one who changed Song Qingyi and instilled him with correct values, morality and worldview, but when they met again, especially in this matter, Gu Jiu found that he was not the one who changed him.But he changed himself.

Vote for my peaches and plums, and reward Qiong Yao.

This is what Song Qingyi taught him.

And what Song Qingyi repaid her was just peaches and plums?

It seemed that he had figured it out in an instant, and the unrealistic and illogical scruples in his heart seemed to have insulted Song Qingyi's trust in him.

Because he will kill himself in the future, so kill him first when he is not a bad person?

fallacy.

It's the same fallacy as 'Because he will be a bad person in the future, so beware of him becoming bad from now on'.

Why not try to change it?

The trajectory of history is nothing more than the result of human promotion, but if that result is simply desperate and unwanted.Then why not try before you get that result, before the trajectory is still going.

Change direction?Or avoid it?

Because the fear of change will lead to the disappearance of the historical process, because history is immutable.

These are just the words of the crown spring.

To put it bluntly, it's just a reason of 'because history has been changed, maybe my future self will also disappear'.

People are all selfish, and in order to make this selfish look more reasonable, they will dress it with the rhetoric of "according to the basis".Then I talked a lot, for a long time, and I believed it myself.

but?

No one knows what it will look like after the real change.

But Gu has no such scruples.He shouldn't confine himself to such thoughts.

He can do it with confidence, without fear of changing any future.

Because when he first came to this world, he had already seen the worst one.

After figuring this out, it seems that my heart has also opened up along with the sky.

Gu Jiu narrowed his eyes slightly, took a deep breath of the slightly clear air, glanced at the sky again, patted the grass clippings on his clothes, and carefully went down the wooden ladder next to him.

His feet were slightly weak and he muttered.

Sure enough, looking up at the bright sky at a 45-degree angle from the eaves on TV is necessary for the plot, right?Didn't they have the thought of 'what if they accidentally fall' when they looked up?

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Only Song Qingyi and Gu Jiu knew about the sword, not even Wang Er, and Song Qingyi also resumed the habit of practicing sword every morning.

But Gu Jiu found a difference in the middle.

If Song Qingyi used to dance the sword extremely fast, and tried to use "fastness" as a sharp weapon when he fought with others, now Song Qingyi is Gu Jiu whose every move is so slow and delicate that he can't even watch it. I feel that I should have learned the degree.

But after watching it a lot, I naturally figured it out. At the beginning, Song Qingyi was purely slow, but after a few days, this slowness took on a different sound.

It was obviously only a little bit faster than the Taiji Sword, but when the sword danced, there was actually a little more... air flow?

Gu Jiu, who was sitting in the old seat, looked at the leaves that had just rolled twice on the bluestone board and stopped, and blinked uncertainly.

He was pretty sure that there hadn't been even a hint of wind just now.Or... Was it just blown by the wind blown by Song Qingyi's robe?

But just when Gu Jiu was thinking this way, the leaf that was not far away from Song Qingyi rolled down as his sword slowly chopped down.

"..." Well, it seems that it really is the legendary sword energy.

Gu Jiu felt that he wanted to stuff his hand in his mouth again.

So when Song Qingyi just retracted the sword back into its sheath, he slowly and casually picked up the leaf in Song Qingyi's silent eyes with a hint of 'smile but not a smile'.After a closer look, I took a look at the sun.Under the sun, the dark green and yellow leaves clearly showed a neat and very imperceptible gap.

Like a thin thread.However, Song Qingyi had only cultivated his inner strength for more than 20 days, not even a month, so he couldn't split the leaves into two quietly.

It's just that even at this level, it's already a very scary thing for people who know martial arts to put it outside.

At least until now, it has never been heard of a young man who is about to grow up, in less than a month, from no internal energy at all, to cultivate the internal energy that others will only cultivate after four or five years of hard work.

That's right!That's four or five years!

But neither Song Qingyi nor Gu Jiu understand this point now.Just soaking in the unbelievable joy of 'it actually worked'.

Although this short-term change occurs every day, today is indeed different from before.It was as if all the previous cultivation had finally been released today.

But when they were jumping for joy, they didn't know that there was a team of capable men and horses in blue and black uniforms rushing all the way.The sound of horseshoes was rapid, stirring up a cloud of dust. Looking down from the sky, one could clearly see that this team of tough, well-trained and powerful troops was aiming at a town not far away.

For more than ten years, Song Yi, the leader of the martial arts and the owner of Songjiabao, who has never easily stepped out of the Songjiabao, is galloping towards the town.

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Song Yi entered the city, low-key but high-key.The low profile is that he didn't reveal his identity, the high profile is that he brought Song Jiabao's "one word guard".

The so-called "Yiziguard" is the guard of Songjiabao's direct line, who specializes in protecting Song Yi's safety.

There are a total of 12 people, all of whom are good players.This time Song Yi came out and brought six of them, named Song One, Two, Three, Four, Five, and Six.

Song Zhishang, the young master of the future castle, also has his own personal guards, but compared with Song Yi's "one-character guard", there is a big difference.

After all, excellence is a goal that can be achieved through hard work, perseverance, etc., but "excellence" still requires a bit of natural aura and talent.

'Yizihu' is the representative word of excellence.

Uncle Sun had already been waiting outside the inn, and he was not allowed to gallop after entering the city, unless the imperial court had urgent documents for [-] li or the border was urgent.Although there are always rich and evil people everywhere trying to use these to show their identities and differences at that time, it is a pity that this is a world dominated by rivers and lakes.

It also means that maybe the young man you see building a shed next door to sell noodles is the number one killer in the world, or that smiling grocery store owner over there who looks like a Maitreya Buddha is a green forest hero who washes his hands in a golden basin, etc. ...

But whether it is a killer, a green forest hero, or a down-and-out swordsman passing by with only two copper coins left.Without exception, they all have a point unique to martial arts people: chivalry.

Although they will also be called reckless loyalty by the court, or they will be blamed behind their backs for not having the loyalty of the king's law and so on.But I have to say that sometimes this kind of "chivalry" is a very important life-saving straw for ordinary people.

At least the countless vicious youngsters who tried to ride their horses to show off were all hit on the front knee of the horse by a stone thrown from someone who didn't know where it was before they were about to hurt the civilians and deliberately knocked over the hawker's stall, and fell like a dog. shit.

Very happy.

Therefore, unless it is a gangster with no morals in the world, it will self-destruct like this. Outside the Great Wall, no one dares to gallop in the town to disturb the people, or shout at the people in the same city.

Of course, the down-and-out small towns that are not popular are not within the above range.

And Song Yi, even more so.

Song Zhishang, who knew this very well, was urged to go downstairs by Uncle Zhao a moment ago, and although he agreed obediently and positively, he still listened to Uncle Zhao's eagerness to go downstairs, and sat in his room drinking tea.

After slowly sipping the cup in his hand, he casually put the teacup to the table for a meal, and Shi Shiran went downstairs.

On the face he was cheerful and bright, but inside he was like a swamp that was so quiet that there was no wave.

Those eyes that are naturally smiling are surprisingly quiet and transparent, like some kind of extremely transparent colored glass, which can clearly reflect the clear face of the person in sight.

Countless women would envy this pair of eyes, but they would not delve into the fact that these eyes, which are too clear to reveal others, are so calm that they are almost cruelly clear.

And this kind of transparency is innocent and cruel.

At this moment, the young man with these eyes came out of the inn. Not long after he walked to Uncle Zhao, he saw his father among the people passing by at the street, just like other Songjiabao's "Yizihu". Wearing a blue dress.But the slight difference is the shade of color.

Compared with the dark blue next to it, Song Yi's robe is lighter in color.But it's just this subtle difference that completely distinguishes him from others.

Because of his slender and strong, because of his calm demeanor, and because of his extraordinary Zhuo Wei.

There is a kind of person who was flamboyant and flamboyant in fresh clothes when he was young. As he grows older, he loses that layer of bright appearance and dazzling temperament, and becomes a kind of restrained elegance.

This is the polishing of years and the purity of experience.

If you use jade to describe it, Song Yi is black and introverted Moyu.Black as ink, firm and moist.

Absolutely no one would be confused about who is the leader because of the seven people who are leading a black horse of the same color and dressed in almost the same color.

Song Zhishang opened his eyes slightly, and when Uncle Zhao, who was standing slightly ahead of him, excitedly approached him, he pursed his lips and looked a little awkward, but his eyes also had the embarrassment and respect that rarely appeared after seeing Song Yi, Wanting to look serious, but walking a little faster, he followed Uncle Zhao to greet him.

"Castle Master." Uncle Zhao stepped forward to salute excitedly, opened his mouth to say something, but shut up and stepped aside under Song Yi's slight forehead gesture.Leave time for the father and son who have been separated for more than a month.

Speaking of which, this was Song Zhishang's first time traveling far away for such a long time.No wonder……

Uncle Zhao was stunned.Immediately, a few smiles appeared on his face, just like the six 'Yizihu' people behind Song Yi.

"Father." No matter how much Song Zhishang usually escaped outside, in front of Song Yi, he was just a cheerful young man.

Song Yi quietly looked at the young man standing in front of him, looked at him carefully, and made sure that there was nothing wrong with his demeanor or inner breath. Even after seeing some progress in the young man's eyes, he nodded lightly. Thinking that Uncle Zhao praised Song Zhishang for his outstanding performance in suppressing the bandit in his letter, he couldn't help feeling relieved, but then he thought of the other child he had never seen before, and his heart sank slightly.

Although there was a slight change in mood, not everyone could easily detect it given his cultivation.

He turned his head slightly and said "Go in and talk" to Uncle Zhao, then handed over the horse to Song Yi who was the closest behind him, and walked into the inn with Uncle Zhao and Song Zhishang.

At the same time, a child with a runny nose was standing at the door of Song Qingyi, wiping his nose horizontally with his cuffs that were covered in dirt and looked black.After looking up at Song Qingyi and thinking for a while, he nodded slightly at him, took out a few candies from his sleeve, held them happily and ran home along the street.

Song Qingyi looked at the back of the little girl who was very happy just because of a few candies, and after a daze for a while, she slowly closed the door again with a calm expression.

The slender and fair hands were still placed on the mottled and decayed door that had been closed, which set off those hands even more as if they were covered with a layer of jade.Song Er and Xiao Zhu went to the next town to do business a few days ago, and they probably won't be back within ten and a half months, but if...

The sound of approaching footsteps from behind, and the breath frequency that I am already very familiar with.

Song Qingyi didn't turn back immediately, still staring at his hands with his eyes lowered, his long and straight eyelashes drooping slightly, he didn't know what he was calculating.

It wasn't until Gu Jiu waited for a while that he still didn't see Song Qingyi turning his head that he asked with a hint of worry, "What's wrong?"

Song Qingyi slowly raised his head, looking at the growth rings of the trees exposed after the paint on the door fell off.Turning around slowly, looking at Gu Jiu calmly, "Song Yi...here we come."

When he was young, he had hoped countless times that one day he would walk in against the sun and pick him up from the dead and weedy waste yard.

I look forward to it every day, waiting quietly, thinking that maybe he is on the way, but he just lost his way, or was deceived and taken to other places.

He was at that time.In addition to looking for food, the rest of the time is waiting, the man with a blurred face.

Expectation when the sun comes out, and then disappointment when the sun disappears, telling myself that he will come tomorrow before falling asleep.Then I hope that this time I can see the person who has never seen the face clearly in the dream, and I must never fail to see the face because I woke up hungry.

But since when did he stop looking forward to this person?

Song Qingyi quietly looked at the gentle young man standing in front of him.Consciousness drifts away.

It seems to be from the moment the person in front of him appears.

Instead of the man who was constantly expected by him but disappointed, and never met, he approached himself against the light.Even when he first squatted down and smiled at himself, he couldn't help squinting slightly.

This person, who was never expected by him, led himself out of the abandoned courtyard overgrown with grass.Gave him a name, made him - a person.

Since then.

He, Song Qingyi, belonged to Gu Jiu.

alone.

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"Didn't find it?" The line of voice was slightly low, without ups and downs, flat, even when repeating Uncle Zhao's words, it seemed to be simply repeating his words.

But it was this kind of indifference that made him used to seeing swords, lights and swords, experienced blood and rain, and was not afraid of heaven and earth... It was Uncle Zhao, who "respected" his castle master, couldn't help shrinking his neck.He is obviously a strong man, but now he tries to cover up his panic with a silly smile.

"This, this..." Uncle Zhao rubbed the back of his head, "At that time... big... his companion jumped out and yelled at me, and I just..." Uncle Zhao wanted to call him 'eldest son', but then he thought of something else. Not sure if it was true, he had to change his words temporarily, and couldn't continue after talking, so he had to look at Song Zhishang as if asking for help.

Send a distress signal, beep beep beep...

Song Zhishang?From the moment Song Zhishang came in, he held the sword in one hand, and stood with the other hanging on his leg, looking down at his shoes, as if he was embroidering flowers on the shoes with his eyes.

Uncle Zhao's distress signal was ruthlessly bounced away.

Uncle Zhao.Uncle Zhao expresses his worry qq

However, the castle owner still stared at himself, waiting for an answer.

In the end, Uncle Zhao almost scratched his head and didn't answer, but Song Zhishang looked up in doubt because he didn't hear Uncle Zhao's follow-up, and then quickly spoke up when he saw Uncle Zhao's embarrassment, "Father, I was there at the time, they Because we have always refused to admit it and insisted that Uncle Zhao recognized the wrong person, so we didn't catch up with them when they left. Originally, we thought that this town is only this big, and we will look for it after sending you a letter, who knows..."

Song Yi sat on the top with his eyes closed, listening to Song Zhishang's words quietly. When he said, "resolutely say that Uncle Zhao recognized the wrong person", the "Yizihu" standing behind Song Yi, except Song Yi, couldn't help but exchanged glances. , but Song Yi seemed to have no reaction or touch after hearing it.

But even if there seems to be no reaction, you still feel a little hurt inside, right?Sure enough, the Young Castle Master is still too young to know how to take care of people's hearts.

Just when everyone was slightly slandering in their hearts, they didn't see the cruelty in Song Zhishang's eyes.

"This..." Uncle Zhao couldn't help rubbing his hands, "Castle Master, could it be that...they weren't in the town in the first place, so we couldn't find them after searching for so long?" I also specially asked the escort agency here.He only said that from a distance, he looked like a relative he had accidentally lost many years ago, and did not mention that he had any relationship with the owner of the Songjiabao.

Many years ago, he was ordered by the owner of the castle to go to the northwest to go to the family of the North Gate, just for a matter that is difficult to distinguish between true and false.

The Patriarch of the North Gate, the North Gate Clan, became a well-known figure in the arena when he was young, relying on a pair of Qian Kun Palms, a unique family tradition.But after all, he became famous and young and energetic, and secretly offended many people.The last time when the wife of the Beimen Clan returned to her natal home with her three-year-old son, she was besieged halfway.

Fortunately, the servants of the Beimen family were loyal and desperately rescued the young wife of the head of the door, the wife of the North Gate clan, but at that time she had already been stabbed several times, and the wife of the door owner was already in a coma. To rescue them, they had to take the unconscious Mrs. Beimen back to the North Gate with their last breath.

At that time, Song Yi had just become the leader of the martial arts alliance not long ago. This was the biggest major event in the martial arts since he took office.

But two years later, I heard that a child in a certain troupe looked very much like the young master of the Beimen family.The head of the door and his wife went there in person, whether it was the mole on the body or the scar on the back of the head left by a naughty wrestling when he was young, although the child had gradually developed twitches after two years, and the facial features were opened a little, they were still the same as the two. There are nine levels of resemblance to the Young Sect Master from years ago.

It's just that I don't have any memory at all.

It is estimated that he suffered from amnesia because he hit a rock when he rolled off his horse.After all, there is no such thing.And how much can a child who was only three years old remember?

Although two years later, the child suffered some hardships, but it was finally a happy happy ending. Unexpectedly, a few years ago, the young master of the North Gate, who had learned the true biography of the North Gate Clan as an adult, was about to become the leader of the North Gate. When he was the head of the sect, it was discovered that he was not the real son of the Northern Clan at all.

Because their real son, Mrs. Beimen passed by Yishan Road once, saw a small temple from a distance, and when she went to worship, she recognized the thin and quiet young man inside, who was her real son.

And the one from the Beimen family was just a vicious idea that was born many years ago in order to avenge the recklessness of the Beimen Clan when he was young. By chance, he happened to find that his youngest son and the Beimen Clan's son looked somewhat similar. .

There has been such a thing as Li Daitao becoming stiff since ancient times.Maybe for fame, maybe for profit.In short, because of this incident, Uncle Zhao was more or less careful, and didn't say any information related to Song Jiabao.

Just ask them to keep an eye out.

Originally, I thought that as a local snake here, how could I find out?But only got a reply that was not found.Before Uncle Zhao can jump his feet, the Castle Lord has already arrived.

This, this, this... Uncle Zhao suddenly regretted that he should have chased after him no matter what.The simple and honest man murmured to Song Yi annoyed, like a child who made a mistake, "Castle Master... hey! I should have followed!"

"Castle Master." Song Yi, who had been standing behind Song Yi without speaking, opened his mouth, causing Song Yi to tilt his head slightly, indicating that he was listening, "Do you want Xiaosi to check?"

Songjiabao's "Yizihu" each have their own specialties, and what Song Si is proficient in is investigation.

"father."

Song Yi, who hadn't spoken yet, raised his eyes slightly and looked at Song Zhishang.

"I should know how to find them." Song Zhishang grinned, "The last time I was with Uncle Zhao, I saw him and that young man coming out of a small medicine shop, and the doctor inside looked very familiar with him. look."

"Castle Master?" After hearing Song Zhishang's words, Song Yi glanced at Song Yi, as long as the master gave a signal, he would immediately start asking Song Si to investigate, and there would be results within three days.

But he saw Song Yi raised his hand slightly.

...This is the meaning of restraint.

After a while of silence, Song Yi's calm and unwavering voice came faintly.

"I gonna go see."

personally.

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Although he was surprised to know that Song Yi had come, but Gu Jiu couldn't help but want to get angry immediately.

When Xiao Tsing Yi was so young and so miserable, he was left aside and ignored, oh, now he is here, right?Gu Baba said that she really wanted to jump up and scold the street...

But how to do this matter, or how to do it depends on Qing Yi. After all, even if Gu Jiu is close to Song Qingyi, it doesn't mean he can influence his thoughts.

On some issues that do not involve the so-called righteousness.Gu will not intervene for the time being.

But what he didn't expect was that Song Qingyi would sneak into his room late at night when he was sleeping soundly.

"...!?" Gu Baba would not admit that she was so frightened that she almost screamed loudly and tried to cover herself with the quilt like a big girl with golden flowers.

Well.He always likes to sleep naked...

It seemed that not only Gu Jiu was frightened in the dark, but also Song Qingyi who was frightened by the naked Gu Jiu.At least he stood silently in front of Gu Jiu for a minute, and after staring at Gu Jiu's blurred eyes in the darkness, he spoke slowly in Gu Jiu's lowered voice.

"Tsing Yi! What are you doing in the middle of the night?!" Although he didn't know why he lowered his voice with guilt, but Gu Jiu thought it was because he was afraid that he would disturb the people too loudly.

Although the houses on the left and right are actually uninhabitable due to years of disrepair.

"I forgot to tell you during the day, let's leave at this time." Song Qingyi was silent for a few moments before speaking slowly, as if he was delayed by other things.

Gu Jiu still kept the posture of "the big girl with yellow flowers" and huddled in the corner. He looked at Song Qingyi's blurry figure standing beside the bed because of the darkness. Under the condition that he couldn't see his face clearly, it showed that he had gradually grown up. As a young man, he has gradually broadened shoulders and a tight but strong waist bound by a belt.

And gradually faded the ugly male duck voice at the end of puberty, and began to become gentle and elegant, with texture that matched his appearance.

It's just that there is still a lot of hoarseness in the voice.Especially at night, it seems that I didn't drink water because I got up too fast, and I was still dry in my hoarseness.

"..." Damn child, you stood beside my bed in the middle of the night, didn't you really want to scare me to death? !

Gu Baba would have slapped Song Qingyi with cold eyebrows because of being overly frightened, but thinking about it in this darkness with very low visibility, it is probably useless to stare.

So Gu Jiu just pulled up the quilt silently after pulling up the arm that might feel strange because it was exposed for too long in the cold night, and seemed to be planning to stare at him helplessly at the head of his bed. The motionless Song Qingyi spoke.

"You always have to go out first and let me put on clothes, right?" My own child hurts himself.Sure enough, he is a genius, because lack of sleep can also lead to a decline in thinking ability.

"... Oh." Song Qingyi spoke slowly after a while, with a feeling of poor signal reception, as if Gu Jiu's words were transmitted to his ears after 5 seconds.Those black jade-like eyes in the darkness turned around Gu Jiu's body again, then turned around slowly, with his back to Gu Jiu.

"You change it."

"..." Gu Baba, who was still huddled in the corner, felt for the first time that there was a legendary generation gap in the communication with Song Qingyi.But after looking at the blurred figure in the darkness, he sighed in compromise.

"...Then you have to light up for me..."

It’s not impossible to smear clothes or something, but the question is, why not turn on the lights?Not a thief.

Besides, it's just trying not to make any noise now, as for the light?Not to mention that there are no people living on the left and right sides, even if someone Gu Jiu doesn't believe that someone will stay awake in the middle of the night to see whose lights are still on.

And, trust him.

After you have lighted the oil lamp, you will experience its "shocking and pity" light.

In modern times, let's not mention everyone who has problems with vision poisoned by TV, computer, and mobile phones, but even a guy with a particularly good eye may not be able to see the trembling, and the little guy from a certain distance. Baihua has a fighting oil lamp (⊙v⊙).

Song Qingyi lowered his eyes, in the dark, he avoided the stool that was not put in place after Gu Jiu sat there, stretched out his hand, and accurately got it to the side of the dark tabletop, and did not stay obediently beside the oil lamp. booklet.

Open the sealed small iron cover, blow lightly, and the pitch-black fire pocket instantly emits bright and extinguishing sparks.

Put it under the exposed oil lamp, blow lightly, and the slightly blue Mars jumps up and down tremblingly, bringing a subtle light.

First, it can only illuminate the area of ​​the round table, and with the dim yellow light, Song Qingyi's face looks like suet white jade with luster.

He lowered his eyes, and his long and straight eyelashes cast a row of small fan-like shadows under his eyes, gentle as jade, and his refined and refined face was even softer.And those eyes that usually look like black jade are also deeper, with some ambiguous luster, and they are flickering with the jumping flames in the eyes.

Like a piece of suet white jade placed under an oil lamp.tranquil.Gentle.fine.

Song Qingyi directly picked up the wick with his little finger to make the light brighter enough to illuminate a room before turning around with the oil lamp——

"and many more--"

Song Qingyi paused under Gu Jiu's restraint, appearing extremely well-behaved and obedient.He still kept his eyes lowered, standing sideways, wearing a slightly old Confucian robe, which made him stand out from the crowd, with a slender and tall figure.

Holding the oil lamp with one hand at the moment, one can see a little bit of the textured profile of the profile, coupled with the background blurred by the light, making him look like a gentle and elegant gentleman in a slightly yellowed picture scroll.

"I'm naked..." Gu Jiu scratched his hair in embarrassment.Even if everyone is a man, it doesn't mean that he can openly walk a bird in front of Song Qingyi without any scruples?

...Although he walked Song Qingyi's when he was a child.

"Then, I put the oil lamp on the stool." Song Qingyi said in a low voice, the slightly bowed posture oppressed his throat a little, making the words even more low and dry when he uttered them.

It was so dry that Gu Baba wanted Xiao Qingyi to drink quickly and clear his throat.

After Song Qingyi finished speaking, without waiting for Gu Jiu's answer, he put the oil lamp back and placed it accurately in the middle of the round stool behind him, then sat on the stool by the table, with one hand on the edge of the table and the other Put it on your lap.

Gu Baba stared at the position of the oil lamp that was almost accurate to the decimal point, and finally got out of the bed with bare buttocks, and stood under the bed and began to dress.By the way, turn on the Gu Baba mode of 'I want to talk when I'm nervous'.

"Tell me about you... Where did you learn to frighten people at night when you disagree with someone? If you marry a daughter-in-law in the future, I don't think you will be fined to kneel on the washboard."

Chatter, chatter.

These voices penetrated into Song Qingyi's ears clearly, but seemed to be indistinct, as if passing through the lake.

Because now Song Qingyi's thinking and sight are attracted by the silhouette projected beside him.

The oil lamp flickered, but the silhouette cast on the door was exceptionally clear.

And myself... only a little, a fist away.

Amidst the chattering voice behind him, the black jade-like eyes slid down from the smooth shoulders on the projection, as if using sight instead of fingers, to slide down from that beautiful arc, and then he rarely unbuttoned the cumbersome buttons when he raised his hands high. When the belt is pulled down directly from the head like a pullover, the originally slender waist with tenacity is fully displayed.

...so thin that one wants to try its flexibility.

For example, when it is bumping, will it make people want to buckle it up with both hands, grab it, and then bring it up and down violently, even if it is crying because it can't bear it, it's like...

The silhouette turned sideways at this time, bent over and began to pull on the pants.

When he bent down, the most curved part of his body became more prominent, as if inviting.

Song Qingyi sat there with a calm expression, completely different from the self a month ago who couldn't help but want to startle when his skin was touched a little by the other party, but those slightly restrained His eyes are deeper and unfathomable.Faintly brought some momentum.

This is something that Song Qingyi did not have before.

He sat there, looking at the body, with one hand resting lightly on the edge of the table, and the other hanging naturally on his knee.

Look at ease.