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Wen Yaofeng even thought about which church to choose for the wedding in that second.

The relationship between him and Bai Chun is always like two extremes.

Once the desk lamp is turned off, Bai Chun is a book that cannot be opened. There are too many stories hidden in it, making it difficult to guess.

Once the desk lamp is turned on, such fiery words can be spoken calmly, even if it is broadcast in front of the camera, it doesn't matter.

He hates and loves Bai Chun's contradictory character so much that he wonders if he is a born masochist.

Bai Chun didn't feel that what he said just now was an ambiguous confession, he boasted sincerely and honestly, and continued walking up like a normal person after speaking.

Wen Yaofeng's face burned in a panic when he fell behind, and he didn't care about the dire situation downstairs. He looked at the photographer and said, "Do you want to cut this part?"

The photographer witnessed the whole process, and said in awe: "Do you want to cut it?"

Wen Yaofeng held back for a while, then asked again: "Do you think Bai Chun wants to cut it off?"

The photographer's facial features were almost screwed together: "You guys... just be happy."

Bai Chun focused on the variety show, and felt nervous when Wen Yaofeng fell behind.

He wasn't sure if the program group would arrange any terror or raid sessions.

Before participating in the recording, all six people had a detailed physical examination, mainly focusing on cardiopulmonary function and physical strength range.

Could it be that……

He breathed a sigh of relief, and slowed down as he approached the top floor, in case a ninja or female ghost popped out of nowhere.

Wen Yaofeng was still in the shy stage of a primary school student's relationship, and when he noticed that Bai Chun's footsteps slowed down, he thought he was waiting for him, and was suddenly teased in his heart.

The camera is still shooting!

Who is ALPHA! !

Bai Chun held his breath and walked to the last step of the stairs. When he looked up, he saw two familiar figures.

The prop master held the fox tail and waved to them: "Are you tired from climbing the stairs? Brother Chun, let's drink some water and sit down for a while. Let's mend Brother Yao's tail."

Bai Chun: "..."

Wen Yaofeng flicked his outer robe and asked them to help tie the telescopic tail around his waist and observe the environment on the height of Shiratori Terrace.

The director also waited at a high place, explaining in advance the key points of the filming of this episode.

"Before you two played against the pavilion master, you can play it however you want. There will be two directions if you get the blood scripture of the eminent monk or not."

Props masters and assistants tied extremely stretchable bungee cords around their ankles, and checked safety measures repeatedly.

"Pan Xiao has killed Ke Ke, and they will all go upstairs later to trigger the final plot," the director and the headset confirmed a few words, leading them to look at the scene outside the high platform: "Please pay attention, here It can be jumped off."

Wen Yaofeng glanced down calmly.

About three stories high, it will fall on the giant inflatable cushion of the large platform instead of the ground, and there are sufficient shock absorption measures nearby.

"You mean, you don't have to dance?"

"Of course," the director said with a smile, "The plot of our show is very flexible, it all depends on your own choices."

Then don't jump.

There is a safety rope and an air cushion and you don't jump.

Wen Yaofeng fell once in a sports meeting when he was a child, and the psychological shadow has continued until now.

He didn't want to force it, but he still took a second look at Bai Chun's intentions.

Bai Chun shook his head: "I don't want to dance either."

They still have a concert to prepare, it's better not to take that risk.

Several guests upstairs and downstairs were pausing to touch up their makeup. After confirming the progress, several choreographers signaled for the lights and cameras to be in place again. Bai Chunwen retreated to the stairs.

The faint fragrance of bergamot was ignited, and the lights fell into a dim state, only a few candles remained in the distance.

They rushed to the top attic, and the white-haired old man sitting in the corner spoke hoarsely.

"coming?"

Wen Yaofeng looked at it intently, and hurriedly saluted.

"My lord."

"Go back." The old pavilion master waved his sleeves and didn't want to say more.

There was a high mountain wooden sculpture by his hand, and the milky white mist flowed down like a river, slowly emitting a fragrance.

Wen Yaofeng didn't expect to be shut down when they met, and instead sat straight at the old man's table.

Bai Chun sat on the other side, and found that what was pressed by the wooden carving was the eminent monk's blood sutra.

"Two foxes came to me to ask for things, and their attitude is still so arrogant." The old man raised his eyelids, and said with a fake smile: "It's also opened my eyes."

Wen Yaofeng didn't snatch the scripture, but was more patient after forcing the dialogue.

"You have a deep affection for this scripture."

"En." The old man said lightly, "There are countless calligraphy, paintings, antiques, emeralds and gold stones in the Tianshou Pavilion. You can pick and choose them at will."

"Only this volume has no room for discussion."

Wen Yaofeng frowned and said nothing, Bai Chun asked: "Would you like to tell this story?"

The old man was noncommittal: "It's just a vulgar old thing."

The two sat in a much more upright posture and listened intently to what he said.

As the lord of this city, the old man was full of vigor when he was young. He not only expanded the city with soldiers and horses, but also took dozens of concubines against the family's opinion, and never took his wife seriously.

That wife was just forced into him during the marriage between the two families. She was originally in poor health and was a sick child. Later, when the family fell into trouble, she barely rescued her back by relying on his family's power.

Probably because of God's punishment, he has no children and no daughters in his life. Although he beat drums and gongs to welcome many beautiful girls into the door, in the end they all seemed to be acting on occasion, no different from Fengyuechang.

"It's not love, but it's just obsessed with appearances."

Until he was old, one day he suddenly had difficulty getting up and lying down, trapped in the bed like a disabled person, and had difficulty breathing.

The attendant hastily invited a famous doctor to see it, and found that it was an incurable disease, and it was very likely that he would die within half a year.

The news was repeatedly suppressed, but it still couldn't bear the instigation of someone with a heart, and finally it spread all over the city.

Among the twenty or thirty concubines, some were crying all day long and didn't know who was crying, and some directly joined their sisters to escape in the middle of the night, and there was a scene of their own separation at the end of the day.

"But one day, I was able to move suddenly." The old man said in a low voice, "I used to rely on the soup to hang my breath, but for some reason, all the diseases were swept away, and my spirit improved a lot."

The city lord immediately cleaned up and reorganized the family business, punished the ill-intentioned subordinates, and went to clean up those women.

How many girls are left in the backyard? He intentionally called his wife out to ask her how she manages the house, but found that she was already seriously ill in bed and couldn't even articulate a few words.

Seeing that the city lord knew nothing, the old housekeeper couldn't help but tell the truth.

"Master, Madam, when you were seriously ill, she took her own blood day and night, and asked the eminent monk to copy this blood scripture with 99 words."

"She was originally weak, so she couldn't stand these tortures, but in the end she insisted on bloodletting."

"When you finished copying the last word, you were recovering from a serious illness, but Madam couldn't get up anymore, and her face turned pale from the pain."

Speaking of this, the old man took a sip of the cold tea, his eyes were cloudy and gloomy.

"Do you think she loves me?"

"Love."

"do not love."

Wen Yaofeng didn't expect that he and Bai Chun had diametrically opposite answers, so he took a quick look at him.

The old man laughed and asked again: "Does she love me?"

Wen Yaofeng and Bai Chun looked at each other again, and answered again.

"Love."

"do not love."

The old man didn't feel offended, and when he put down the cup, he said slowly: "It's also stubborn."

"When Madam saw me, there was no joy in her eyes, she just sat up with support, as if she knew that her time was approaching."

"I cried and confessed in front of her, admitting all the wrong things one by one, hoping that she could feel better because of it."

"But her face was indifferent, and she was not touched in the end."

"I asked her why she was desperate to save me, and she finally looked up at me and finished the last two sentences with difficulty."

"All old debts are paid off here."

"You and I will never see each other again in our next life."

Wen Yaofeng seemed to have been slapped in the face, his face was so painful that he couldn't understand these things.

Why would a person risk his life to pay off his debts like this, even if another person failed him a lot, would he still have to let go of everything in such a desperate way, just to leave him forever in the end?

He had never been in love in his 20s, let alone understand such a choice.

But I still feel reconciled and refuse to believe it.

No, if that person is willing to give him even his heart and soul...how could it be possible to write off love and hate?

Bai Chun was not surprised, took the hot tea handed by the old man, took a sip and said, "What do you think?"

The old man smiled desolately.

Finally the last line of the haiku emerges.

『きみがためおしからざりし明さへ长くもがなと思けるかな』

When I meet you, I think about longevity.

"I want to beg her to give me more time."

The old man put his finger on the blood menstruation, stroking the pulp of his finger inch by inch.

It seems to touch the dead soul of the old love across time and space.

"Even if she lives a few more years, I can repay all these rewards..."

"You don't love her either," Bai Chun laughed, "You just want to pay off the debt."

"Young man," the old man looked at him calmly, "do you really think that everything can be singled out, just like settling accounts?"

Bai Chun's pupils shrank slightly.

"She and I are intimacy and indifference, let us down, we have encountered everything in this life."

"Only it is impossible to forget each other."

The scripture she gave him will be engraved in his heart until the end of his life, and he will never forget it until he dies.

Anger, thought, greed, and ignorance have long been mixed together, how can they be clearly distinguished.

"Please go back, this scripture is the last thing I want, no amount of gold or silver can be exchanged."

Wen Yaofeng suddenly said: "What if I exchange my most precious thing with you."

The old man looked at him coldly: "What do you have?"

Wen Yaofeng was silent for a few seconds, and took out a small purse from his arms.

He unfolded the purse and gently dropped it in his hand.

The winding red line flowed out and fell on both ends of the palm.

"I wanted to hide it so no one could see it."

Wen Yaofeng lowered his head and smiled, holding the red thread together and said: "Mr., I am aggressive and reckless, and I don't even understand your story."

"This red thread is a rare heartbeat in my life."

The old man's face changed slightly, he never expected that Wen Yaofeng would take out such a thing.

He hesitated again and again, and finally sighed.

"That's it."

The old pavilion master stood up, and instead of giving them a volume of scriptures on the table, he opened the bookcase behind him and took out the only authentic one.

He didn't ask about his past and sincerity, he just moved forward dumbly.

"Exchange."

Wen Yaofeng raised his wrist forward, and if he got closer, he would catch the blood scripture.

Before he got close, his wrist was suddenly pressed hard.

Bai Chun looked at Wen Yaofeng, and for a moment there seemed to be wind and snow rolling in his eyes.

He snatched away the red thread in front of everyone, leaving nothing behind.