Back when the villain boy [Rebirth]

Jiang Zhou stood hesitantly at the door, letting the cold rain splash on his body.

She didn't dare to approach, suspecting that it was just a dream, and when she got closer, the dream woke up.

Suddenly the cold wind came from behind him, Jiang Zhou's hair stood up, his instinct was faster than his reason, and he dodged to the side, the corner of his red robe was stained with a few straws.

She turned her head in disbelief, "Coaching?"

Tongjiu's black cloak was blown high by the wind.

She held a claw-like weapon in her pale, bloodless hand, which shone coldly in the dark night.

"Don't be afraid." Tong Jiu gestured on his chest, "Just one touch, it won't hurt."

Jiang Zhou clenched the hilt of his sword tightly against the cold wall, his eyes wandered between Tongjiu and the woman who looked like a building leaning on the bridge, his mind was in a mess, "Why... exactly... who is she?"

Tong Jiu just repeated dully: "Don't be afraid, it won't hurt."

Jiang Zhou approached the woman and called: "Sister, sister, have you forgotten me? I'm Wanzhao, you..."

The woman raised her hand to catch the rain from the corner of Guanyin's eyes, with a dull expression similar to that of Tongjiu.

Another cold wind hit, the river boat rolled over on the ground, pulled out the river, and the sword light swayed like the moonlight in the ruined temple: "What are you doing?! Is this person sister! Is it Lou Yiqiao? Say it!"

Tong Jiu said again: "Ask for one thing."

Jiang Zhou: "Can you just say something outright?"

Tongjiu: "My heart."

Jiang Zhou was angry and dazed. The moment she saw Lou Yiqiao, her heart was completely confused, "Who has your heart?! Where your heart is is none of my business!"

Tong Jiu's pale lips trembled, pointing at her: "It's with you."

Jiang Zhou didn't want to face her with a sword, so he pointed the hilt at Tongjiu and the tip of his sword at himself, "Coach, tell me what happened, this person... who is this person?"

Tong Jiu looked at the woman, his eyes became much gentler, "Her name is Lou Yiqiao."

Jiang Zhou took a few steps back, almost unable to hold the sword in his hand, "No, my sister is clearly dead, she is already dead, I buried her with my own hands!"

Tong Jiu suddenly nodded: "So you buried it, I've been looking for it for a long time."

Jiang Zhou frowned slightly, "What do you mean?"

Trapped in memory, Tong Jiu said slowly: "By the river, there are many corpses. I opened them up one by one, but they were not hers."

When she arrived at the Long River Valley, the corpses had already begun to rot.

The vultures circled in the sky, forming a dark cloud.

She bent down and turned over a rotten corpse. From the rotten facial features, she could tell that it was not Lou Yiqiao, so she turned over the next one, which was still not Lou Yiqiao.

Later, as she went down the long river, she wondered if the man had jumped into the water, perhaps still alive.

The sun rises and the sun sets, and the cycle repeats. The river flows slowly from west to east.

It's always been like this.

She has lived for an unknown number of years and has seen countless sunrises and sunsets.

For her, the lifespan of a mortal is too short, for example, a cricket is to Spring and Autumn, and a sparrow is to Kunpeng.

So many people passed by her, from drooping young children to gray hair, it seemed that it was just a blink of an eye.

They are like a drop of water in a long river.

Her fate with the world is just to bend down to pick up a handful of water, and then watch it fall from her fingertips and flow into the surging river again.

Carrying the so-called inheritance from generation to generation, endless prayers and ideals, galloping all the way.

And she could only stand at the head of the river, silently watching the river go away.

Their fate is nothing more than that.

But suddenly, there was such a person, recklessly rushing into her life that had been dead for thousands of years.

That person would squat in the sweet-scented osmanthus forest and drink secretly. When he was discovered, he would sneak into the flower forest, run over with the fragrance all over his body, and shout loudly: "Tongjiu! Help! Help me lure the law enforcement elders behind! "

Or lying on a flower tree and reading a book, when he passed by, she jumped down suddenly, the flowers rained, and the girl hugged her and refused to let go: "Oh, my leg hurts, please carry me back!"

Sometimes she fell asleep lying on the table while listening to the class, and the brush drew a long ink mark on her snow-white face. The coach endured the fire and woke her up. He walked out consciously, and then slammed into the wall with a bang.There were whispers of laughter in the school.

……

She is just an insignificant drop in the river.

But after watching Tongjiu for a long time, he felt that she was very different.Perhaps the sun shines down, and the water droplets reflect a dazzling light, which is different from other people.

So Tongjiu clenched his hands tightly, not wanting her to slip away from his fingers.

That year, flowers were flying in the city in spring, and everyone was drunk, the spring light fell in harmony, and the sky was full of flowers flying like snow.

She said to Lou Yiqiao seriously: "I give you my heart."

It was you who took me into the world of mortals.

Therefore, this heart that beats only because of you is to be handed over to you.

Lou Yiqiao was lying on the railing, with apricot blossoms blooming above her head.She raised her wine glass and laughed, and promised loudly: "I will take good care of you and protect your heart!"

fraud.

She knelt on the ground, dug open the small tomb, and when she saw the familiar corner of her clothes, she thought to herself, liar... He clearly promised to be good.

My heart... where did you leave it?

Tongjiu gradually came out of his memory, looked at Jiang Zhou in a daze, and finally landed on her chest, as if there was light floating in his eyes.

But Yanjia didn't cry at all.

She said to Jiang Zhou in a strange tone: "Give it back to me."

Jiang Zhou's heart skipped a beat, lightning flashed across the sky, and the momentary light illuminated the world, and the woman in black clothes fluttered in the rain, like a ghost.

She seemed to think of something, her eyes widened: "You made your sister into a Yanjia?"

The corners of Tong Jiu's mouth were bent, and his smile was stiff: "Yeah, does it look like her?"

The tip of Jiang Zhou's sword trembled slightly, and the light of the sword swayed all over the ground, "But... no matter how similar she is, she is no longer a sister. People die like a lamp going out, and they will never come back."

Even if Yanjia can save a seriously injured and dying person, if a person dies for a long time, his body turns into bones, his skin turns into mud, and his soul has returned to the underworld, how can he be saved?

Tong Jiu said stubbornly: "You can come back, you see," she softly called out to Yanren: "Yiqiao."

Yanren, who didn't respond to Jiang Zhou's call, immediately turned around when he heard Tongjiu's voice, with a faint smile on his face, he walked towards her slowly, touched her temple hair, "Ah, it's wet."

Tongjiu: "It's wet."

Yanren wiped the rainwater from her face again and again, tirelessly.

But Jiang Zhou felt shuddering when he looked at it.

Because at the moment these two people are standing in the rain.

Yanren was also completely wet, but he still stubbornly raised his hand to help Tongjiu wipe the rain. After wiping off, Tongjiu's face was covered with fine rain again, and Yanren raised his hand again... again and again, Doing futile work, he kept repeating in his mouth: "Ah, it's wet."

Tongjiu smiled slightly, and the rain ran down his chin, "Look, Yiqiao is back."

Jiang Zhou leaned against the wall, seeing Tong Jiu approaching with a silver hook, and when he was about to draw his sword, he suddenly felt untimely dizziness and sleepiness.

Damn!

Usually there is obviously a way to resist...

She wanted to run out, but the door was blocked long ago.

Jiang Zhou tightly grasped her palms, trying to resist the drowsiness in this way, dodging Tongjiu's attacks several times in a row, and she seemed to hear the sound of skin and flesh splitting a second before her consciousness fell into darkness.

A white light came from outside the door, cut off the hand holding the hook, and the bloody silver hook rolled several times on the ground.

Shang Yi jumped into the temple and caught Jiang Zhou's limp body.