Crooked melon, cracked date, silly roe deer [rebirth]

Wen Bai was sitting upright, he didn't know why he was a little nervous, he should ignore all of this, he should wake up quickly, why bother to compete with these illusory things.

But he just wanted to hear the person in front of him talk about how he died in his previous life.

"Fu He" raised his head, and even the corners of his eyes were red and swollen. He already had delicate features like a woman's, and even though he was already depressed at this moment, he still cleaned himself up. This look looked sad and wronged, as if from despair When a flower bloomed, Wen Bai was so stared at by him that hairs all over his body. When he was about to say it was over, "Fu He" pressed down on the back of his neck suddenly, and his fingers inserted into Wen Bai's hair. Hold him down.

Cold and trembling lips pressed against the corners of his chin and mouth, and a desperate and determined cry came out of his throat.

Wen Bai grabbed the clothes on his back and pulled him away with all his strength, but "Fu He" seemed to be determined, but refused to let go. He grabbed Wen Bai's front with both hands, and pressed his forehead against his shoulder. The whole body trembled slightly.

Wen Bai felt a little warmth on his shoulder, and only then did he realize that the man was crying.

Wen Bai was bound by a strong sense of sadness, but why was he so sad?

How ridiculous, he thought, how such a poor temperature came about in this cold dream.

Wen Bai patted him on the back twice, pushed him away, and stood up: "This dream is getting more and more absurd, you can go and play by yourself, I should wake up almost, wake up and see if the master calms down No." He said as he searched the house, looking for something sharp.

"Fu He" froze for a moment, then raised his head to stare at him, frowning tightly: "Your master? Xie Jingshan?"

Wen Bai didn't bother to pay attention to him, hummed, and walked out of the room quickly, and went to the backyard.

There was a dead peach tree in the backyard, Wen Bai held his forehead that was aching again, thinking to himself why he was so dazed, and remembered the place where he lived when he was a child.

He ignored the peach tree, pushed open the almost rotten wooden door in the backyard, coughed a few times due to the musty smell inside, raised his sleeve to cover his nose and walked in, only to see the dark room There were tablets for several people, and there were fruit cakes on the table with broken plates, but the fruits were small and shriveled, and the cakes looked cheap, hard and rough.

A censer was burning in the middle of the table, and the smoke was curling up.

Wen Bai stared blankly at the tablets, on both sides were Fu Shan and Xie Jingshan's, next to Fu Shan was Wen Yanxin, and next to Wen Yanxin was Wen Bai.

Wen Bai's waist tightened, "Fu He" hugged him from behind, probably walking in a hurry, "Fu He" panted heavily, and the breath he exhaled patted Wen Bai's neck, it was full of bloody smell, he pointed Pointing to Xie Jingshan's sign, he smiled lightly and said, "I didn't want to be his, but I'm afraid you wouldn't come without him..."

"Wen Bai." His voice was choked in his throat, with a sense of fatigue, "What's so good about him that it's worth your hard work for him?"

Wen Bai didn't speak, and the two were silent for a while, "Fu He" let go of Wen Bai, stepped forward to take off Wen Bai's sign, held it in his arms and wiped it gently, his eyes were gentle: "Look, now you are here."

Wen Bai could see that the man's sanity was a little blurred, he was anxious to wake up from this dream, looked around, saw a delicate dagger in the corner, stepped forward to pick it up Holding it in his hand, he gestured to his dantian.

"Fu He" tilted his head and looked at him for a while, then suddenly pursed his lips and laughed: "It's useless, you can't go back like this, your time is out of order, if you stab, you can only stay here " He took a step forward, raised his hand to hold Wen Bai's wrist holding the knife, "Pierce it down, and you will never see Xie Jingshan again."

Wen Bai looked at "Fu He" in front of him, and "Fu He" also looked at him, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised, he said, "Wen Bai, can you hug me?"

Wen Bai didn't move, but frowned.

"Fu He" was still smiling, and tapped his finger under Wen Bai's collarbone, pressing down the piece of white jade hanging around his neck so that traces showed through his clothes, "Hug me, I'll teach you how to go back .”

Wen Bai took "Fu He" into his arms dumbly, and the latter sighed contentedly, squinting his eyes slightly and leaned on his shoulder: "You were injured at the time, and after hearing that Xie Jingshan was surrounded by a plan, I was so anxious that I forced my way out, Wen Yanxin failed to stop you, Fushan and I were not here, when Wen Yanxin found me, his voice was hoarse from crying..."

"Fu He" hugged Wen Bai even tighter: "It was too late when I rushed over, and I just watched you explode your dantian." He paused, his fingertips trembling uncontrollably, "I wanted to Crazy, I think I must be dreaming, how could this be real? After so many decades, I have been thinking about it for decades, nearly a hundred years. You agreed to become a double cultivation partner with me, why is that like this?"

Wen Bai didn't move, but asked in a low voice: "What about Xie Jingshan? Has he escaped yet?"

"Fu He" was silent, rubbing his fingers back and forth along the muscle curve of Wen Bai's back, and after a while, he chuckled: "No, there are so many people besieging him, how could he escape? He really escaped that day I want to kill him with my own hands and send him to be your companion, but unfortunately it was not my turn to do it, and he simply blew himself up. I say this, are you happy?"

Wen Bai didn't feel happy at all: "Didn't you just tell me how to leave?"

"No, I've changed my mind." "Fu He" took a step back and laughed, "Let you go back and continue to work for Xie Jingshan, so it's better to keep you and be my companion. Until you die, we will even I have never had a decent hug, do you think I will be willing?"

Wen Bai didn't want to argue with a lunatic, so he waved the dagger in his hand to test the feel, and raised his hand to stab at his dantian. He had heard of people being haunted by nightmares before, and they could wake up with a start as long as they received some big stimulation in the dream up.

The expected stabbing pain did not come, "Fu He" grabbed the blade, warm blood spattered Wen Bai's face, his eyes widened, and he was almost out of breath: "I told you that you The time is messed up now, don't you understand! Do you know that you will die here!"

"Yes." Wen Bai looked at him, "If you don't let me go back, if you want me to be with you Zhuang Shengmengdie in this dream or illusion, you might as well call me dead."

"Fu He" looked panic-stricken and desperate: "Would you rather die in front of my eyes than stay and spend the last few days with me?" Tears flowed from the corners of his eyes, dripped down his cheeks, and landed on Wen Bai. On the back of the hand, it's cold.

"Wen Bai." "Fu He" said softly, "You are really cruel-hearted." He raised his hand to caress Wen Bai's face, his slender eyelashes were soaked with tears, and his dark pupils were full of tears. It's all this person, "You don't know how much I want to kill you. This thought has kept me awake at night many times, but I obviously can't bear to refuse you."

Wen Bai only felt a heat on his face, but it was "Fu He" who caught fire from the finger on his hand. The red robe he was wearing was rolled up, and his whole body was trembling in pain: "Wen Bai, I will let you go!" Go, promise me, treat your 'Fu He' better, I beg you..."

The voice of "Fu He" gradually became quieter, the surrounding scenes were like ice cubes falling into boiling water, which melted in an instant, Wen Bai opened his eyes suddenly and opened his mouth violently like a dehydrated fish. gasping.

In front of him was the inn room booked yesterday, Wen Bai frowned, kicked off the quilt on his body and got up from the ground, a little dazed.

Fu He naturally woke up after being disturbed by him, got out of bed and pushed Wen Bai: "What, did you have a nightmare?"

Wen Bai looked at Fu He and asked him, "Are you married yet?"

Fu He was inexplicably asked: "No, what's the matter?"

"Then marry one quickly."

Fu He laughed out loud, stretched out his hand to brush his hair: "Why, you want to introduce one to me?"

Wen Bai shook his head, suddenly caught a glimpse of the finger wrench in his hand, stepped forward and grasped his wrist, and looked carefully, the shape and color were exactly the same as what he saw in his dream, he couldn't help but said in surprise: "This thing, you never Where did it come from? Why haven't I seen it before?"

Fu He took off the wrench, put it in his palm and handed it to him: "The new good thing I got yesterday afternoon, do you like it? I'll give it to you."

Wen Bai's mind was in a mess at the moment, and he wished he could walk eight hundred miles away from Fu He. How could he dare to ask for this thing? He just waved his hand and refused, and suddenly asked in a bewildering manner: "Is there a stick at the base of your thumb?" A scar?"

Fu He was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said: "When I was a child, I was called a thorn, and I could see the bones at that time, but now it's so good that I can hardly see it. I haven't told anyone about it, how do you know?"

A cold sweat broke out on Wen Bai's back, and he smiled at him without saying a word.

Fu He didn't care, got up and poured a glass of water to drink: "What happened to you yesterday, why did you ask Xie Jingshan to leave the house?"

Wen Bai shook his head: "Don't talk to me, I want to be quiet for a while."

After he finished speaking, he stood up, it was only midnight, and the night was heavy with dew, so Wen Bai simply went out to squat in front of Xie Jingshan's door, he set up a restraint in Xie Jingshan's room, so even if he didn't keep guard all night There aren't too many problems around him.

Fu He sat by the bed and watched Wen Bai go out. He lowered his eyes, bent down to pick up the quilt covered by Wen Bai on the ground, brought it close to his nose, and sniffed it lightly, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

Wen Bai sat alone in a daze, thinking about it for most of the night, his eyes were full of the scene where Fu He was bathed in the sea of ​​fire, and the memorial tablet in his arms was burned all at once, and he felt terrified.

When the sky turned pale, Xie Jingshan opened the door and came out, glanced at Wen Bai, who was squatting outside the door like a big dog, and walked forward without saying a word, Wen Bai hurriedly followed, master, master follow shortly.

Xie Jingshan was annoyed by his nagging, and turned his head to stare at him: "Speak up if you have something to say!"

Wen Bai responded, and asked in a low voice: "Master, I want to ask you what you said earlier that we died once, how did I die then?"

Although Xie Jingshan still had a straight face, when Wen Bai asked this question, he could no longer be aggressive with him, turned around to look at him, and softened his tone: "You exploded."

Wen Bai: "Oh..." After a while, he asked again, "What about you?"

Xie Jingshan still had the same expression: "I exploded too."

Wen Bai stopped talking.

Fu He followed up from behind, and just as he was about to say hello to Xie Jingshan, he heard him blowing up others, and felt that he was going to be blown up too.

Wen Bai pointed to Fu He and asked Xie Jingshan, "What about him?"

Xie Jingshan glanced at Fu He, and said indifferently: "I don't know, I don't know."

Fu He touched his head strangely: "What are you talking about?"

Wen Bai looked at Fu He: "Do you know how you died in your previous life?"

Fu He was stunned for a moment, and burst out laughing: "How do I know, but I am so graceful, who would have the heart to kill me, unless I commit suicide?" He patted Wen Bai's shoulder as he spoke, "Open Just a joke, what kind of eyes do you have, am I stupid, and still commit suicide?"

Wen Bai's lapel was still stuffed with the stack of papers brought out by "Dream". At this time, Fu He slapped it loudly, and Wen Bai's expression changed immediately, and he pulled out the stack of things: "Why? Still, am I awake already?"