I bent the devil

In the morning, it was no different from usual.

Xiao Liu yawned and stretched, rubbed his eyes and began to remove the door panels one by one, ready to start today's work.

Although it will be the same as the previous few days, there will be only two or three kittens from morning to night.

After squinting his eyes halfway through the opening, he finally noticed someone standing outside, and almost let go of the wooden board in his hands in horror.

Ouch...if it hits my foot...just thinking about it will definitely hurt.

But also because of this surprise, Xiao Liu, who was still yawning, woke up instantly. He opened his eyes wide and looked at the man standing there quietly, looking at him, blinked, and didn't dare to speak for a while.

I don't know why, but I suddenly felt that the masked man in front of me seemed strangely familiar...

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A house that has not been lived in for a long time has an earthy smell as soon as you enter the house.Although it seems that there is no dust in a hurry because of the regular cleaning, there is really a big difference between people living and no one living.

As soon as Gu Jiu stepped in, he felt deserted.The first feeling is that no one lives there.

However, sleepiness in the middle of the night is more important than others, so I just rolled into bed and fell asleep.Fortunately, Tsing Yi should have arranged it long ago, and the bedding and the like on the bed are all available.

As for when did Tsing Yi go out?Sorry, he doesn't remember...

When I woke up early in the morning, it was bright.

However, Gu Jiu got up after being lazy on the bed for a while, the bedding smelled like it had been exposed to the sun, which made Gu Jiu feel very clean and comfortable.

He never thought that he would develop the good habit of automatically getting out of bed before 7 o'clock every day. This should be the only benefit of leaving mobile phones and computers, right?

I once heard a senior with a lot of work experience talk about an 'interesting' thing.At the beginning, he stayed in a very remote place for almost a year, and the village had only been powered on for a long time, so there was no TV or anything like that.Fortunately, the seniors have a place to charge and read the novels that have been stored in the mobile phone for a long time, otherwise they want to rush down the mountain and take a bullock cart to the county and go home by car every minute.

Because I went to bed late, I knew that there would be no so-called nocturnal activities in the real poor villages.

As soon as it got dark, everyone who had squatted outside to chat or smoke began to go home one after another, wipe their faces, hands and feet and go to bed.But how could it be possible to fall asleep at eight or nine o'clock at night?

Then... 'do' something?So I often hear some people's remarks, saying that they don't understand why so many children are born in poorer places, don't they know that they can't afford it?When I say something like this, I really want to interject, but it's actually just because adults are too 'boring'.

Gu Jiu still remembers when the senior jokingly said these things to young people like them, there was a little complicated sense of helplessness on his face.

Although he always talked about the past with a kind of "ah... If labor and management would never go there again", it happened that he chatted the most in that year.

A mixed feeling.

However, Gu Jiu has always felt that although the senior said that every time he said that he always looked like "the labor and management have nothing to love", but the traces of sweetness, sourness and bitterness hidden in his eyes are faint.

Maybe the senior doesn't really like to recall that place, it's just because there are people he wants to recall in that place.

What kind of story will it be? Gu doesn't know for the time being, but now he fully understands the feeling of "I have nothing to do at night and find something to do" as the senior said.

So I heard that the ancients could dance to the sound of a chicken, just because they wanted to go to bed too early, right?However, I was educated by teachers using this idiom since I was a child. I want to learn from the ancients that they endure hardships and stand hard work, and they can get up at midnight for their dreams.

... Nima is actually the reason why they go to bed at 7 or 8 o'clock in the evening, is there any reason? !dish

After graduating for several years, Gu Jiu, who has truly arrived in ancient times, can't find a partner even if he wants to complain now.

It's a really sad story.

After washing while thinking wildly, Gu Jiu made sure that he didn't wear his clothes as 'dead man's clothes', then he folded the quilt and opened the door to go out.

Only at this moment did the whole picture of this small courtyard really fall into Gu Jiu's eyes.

A very simple courtyard house, not too big, the whole picture can be scanned at a glance.

Gu Jiu's room is directly facing the door, the kitchen is on the left side against the courtyard wall, and there is a small bathroom next to it.The water is drawn from the kitchen stove next to it, so there is no need to waste firewood, and the residual heat is used by the way when cooking.

Gu Jiu still doesn't know that this water room is actually a rare existence here, after all, ordinary people don't bathe as frequently as in the era he lived in.

So there is a small bathroom in the small courtyard, which is a strange thing in the eyes of others.Some people even think it’s silly, if there is this space dedicated to a small bathroom, why not use it as a place to store firewood?

But how to get outsiders out of control.

There is a one-meter-wide walkway leading to the back of the small bathroom and Gu Jiu’s house. There is a hut a little distance from the small bathroom. Gu Jiu just went there to solve his physical problems and expressed his satisfaction.Because the waste water from the bathroom is used to lead to that hut for washing.

This kind of sewer drainage design surprised Gu Jiu, and I have to emphasize it again: don't underestimate the wisdom of the ancients.

The room on the left of Gu Jiu is empty. Although no one lives there, it is clean. It belongs to the type of check-in with bags. On the right is Song Qingyi's room.

As for the square open space in the middle, there are two houses on the right opposite to the kitchen in the small bathroom.It seems to be used to put sundries.Through the wide-open window, Gu Jiu could see the large round dustpans on the wooden frame inside at intervals of about 20 centimeters.

In the courtyard, there is a tree on the right hand side of the gate, lush and green, with straight and tall tree trunks and a huge crown. Gu Jiu can imagine how comfortable it would be to put a rocking chair under it when the weather is hot.

And now it's the beginning of autumn, and small white flowers are constantly falling from the crown of the tree, automatically forming an arc shape.

If you take a closer look, you will find that the little flower looks very similar to osmanthus, but it does not have the fragrance of osmanthus.

Gu temporarily reckoned here that it should be the small courtyard of the old doctor.

Because he faintly smelled a little bit of residual medicine.

With a sound of 'squeak—', the door was pushed open from the outside, and Gu Jiu watched Song Qingyi slowly enter the stage like a camera with a beautification function.

Some people are so dazzling that they will automatically appear in slow motion frame by frame in the eyes of others, such as Song Qingyi now.

The mottled door paint has almost completely peeled off, leaving only the ancient log-colored door panel, which is slowly pushed open from the middle from the outside to the inside.As the door slowly opened to both sides, Song Qingyi, who was standing outside with slightly lowered eyes, was revealed little by little, slowly but with a sense of surprise.

Calm and gentle eyebrows, followed by the dark black distant mountain eyebrows that were revealed when the door was pushed open on both sides. The eyes were slightly lowered, and the long and straight eyelashes half covered the black jade-like eyes, casting a gleam in the inside. A row of shadows made the originally deep eyes appear more profound and elongated.

Straight nose bridge, not smiling but with a little bit of warm color on the corner of the mouth, showing a gentle and gentle texture.

Obviously wearing it on other people would look a bit dilapidated and poor, but the cyan robe that had been washed to white was elegant and elegant on Song Qingyi.

At this moment, the man who seemed to be glowing all over his body seemed to have noticed Gu Jiu's gaze. He raised his eyes slightly, and those eyes that seemed to be slightly unpredictable at first became watery, and his lips also slightly raised, like azure blue. In an instant, it was rendered into a brighter light cherry color.

"You're awake." Song Qingyi smiled.

"..." Gu Jiu stared blankly at Song Qingyi who came back from the outside, and was speechless for a while.

... Emma.The system... I seem to... a little too well-raised Tsing Yi...

Gu Baba gazed into the distance with tears in her eyes, feeling a little sad for no reason.

The little piggy I raised with great difficulty~~ I will go out to play with other people’s cabbages soon~~qvq

#So happy, but I still want to cry...#

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Although Gu Baba was a little sad, it didn't impress him that he was very happy, almost eating the snacks that Song Qingyi bought from the outside one by one.

Eating steamed buns every morning is nothing to Gu Jiu, but it would be nice to have a different taste.

After swallowing another piece, Gu Jiu rewrapped the rest of the dim sum, put it on the table, walked two steps to the door, moved a stool and sat down by the door, watching Tsing Yi standing quietly in the courtyard with his hands behind his back , closing his eyes and meditating.

A cyan robe has turned light cyan because it has been washed too many times, which is lighter than the sky blue in the sky. Coupled with Song Qingyi's mutton-fat white jade-like skin, it is very gentle and elegant.

At this moment, he closed his eyes and remained silent, only holding a straight wooden stick slightly thicker than a finger behind his hands.Just standing there quietly is a painting by itself.

Hey... Sure enough, the only thing in this world that can stand side by side with the saying "You win if you are thin" is "Face is justice".

Except for changing residences during the night, it seems that there is no difference between the days?

The daily life of Gu Jiu and Song Qingyi did not change at all.Still the same as before.

But what Gu Jiu didn't know was that the outside world was about to turn upside down in order to find Song Qingyi and him.But the answers I get every day are answers like 'I'm looking for' and 'I haven't found it yet'.

Although I have always known that there is a sky beyond the sky, and there are people beyond people.But I'm used to being an outsider, how can I accept myself as an outsider's "one-word guard"? I thought it was a trivial matter, but in the end I didn't find any news?

Moreover, this is the task officially entrusted to him by the owner of the castle after he personally searched for it to no avail.

The results that have been coming in these days make Song Si Absolute really underestimate the person who is suspected to be the 'Eldest Prince'.

At this moment, Song Si, who still had no results, was kneeling on one knee in front of Song Yi, willingly waiting to be dealt with.

Facing Song Si who was kneeling in front of him, Song Yi unconsciously tapped the handrail with his fingers, and the sound of fingernails hitting wood rang out in the unusually quiet room at the moment.

This is Song Yi's habitual action when he is thinking.

After a few breaths.

"...You mean, no one with a similar appearance has left the city these days?" Song Yi caught a point that Song Si was reporting just now.ask.

"Yes. The subordinate is incompetent." When Song Yi searched for the address he asked at the pharmacy, the building was already empty.Even after Song Yi gave the order, Song Si went to the yard to search again. In order to worry about what was left behind, he asked the nearby children and residents, and they all said that they hadn't seen 'Mr. Song' for many days.

Mr. Song?

Song Si would not say that he has changed from not believing in Uncle Zhao's letter at the beginning to being a little half-believing now.

At least, he, Song Si, can pat his chest and say, but there are really few people who can do as well as this 'Mr. Song' in his tracking skills.

At least he didn't even get any results by following the line that most likely left the city.

"...He..." Although Song Yi already knew Song Qingyi's name, he paused as if he didn't know how to address him, and then spoke again, "Is he really out of the city?"

"People who live around 'Mr. Song' say that they haven't seen him for several days, and news came from near the city gate that it seems that they saw two similar people leaving the city a few days ago. The door is on the right time."

"Where did you get the news?"

Song Si was taken aback by Song Yi's words, but he replied immediately, "It's often in the mouth of idlers inside the city wall."

There was silence again, as if he had fallen into deep thought again.

After a while, Song Si heard a chuckle.

This chuckle not only made Song Sihu raise his head, but immediately realized that something was wrong, so he immediately froze there when he lifted it halfway, and then lowered it again.

Even the other 'Yizihu' who were standing behind Song Yi were faintly shocked.

If Uncle Zhao and Song Zhishang were there, Uncle Zhao probably jumped up and started yelling.

How many years?It seems that it has been almost 20 years since I heard or seen the castle owner's smile, right?Song Yi sighed, feeling excited.But on the surface, he was still extremely calm.

He is the guard who has been with Song Yi for the longest time. He has been by his side since he was young. The longest time between the two of them may be the time when Song Yi met Yin Yifeng and Jiang Xiaowan when he was traveling.

Song Yi didn't know what happened during that time, but he knew that something must have changed the castle owner.Because after going back to the castle with those two for the first time, he was still very happy, the castle owner who always liked to talk to him about Xiao Feng and smiled at them.

After returning from another trip, it seemed that the inside was half empty.

Mingming was still smiling, but his eyes were astonishingly bright.It even made Song Yi think that this was the reflection of a dying person.

It's like being unwilling to die with the last hope and hope in your heart, waiting for redemption or...destruction.

Then, what Song Yi saw was the castle owner who was completely silent.

Although the castle owner would also smile, but that smile never reached the bottom of his heart, it was just a superficial 'expression' for others to see.

But now, Castle Master, he really smiled.

Regardless of whether that person is the real eldest son or not, just relying on this point, Song Yi is grateful to Song Qingyi who has not met him yet.