Remember the glorious years of redemption of Hei Lian

The wind is very cool at night.

The wind whistled and cried, and scattered the distant voices of people singing and dancing into tiny sounds, which were sent to the two of them.

But An Xichen couldn't hear him, he stood up slowly, and what Qiao Xishui said flashed in his ears.

He only said it once or twice, but An Xichen really remembered it clearly.

Just because he remembered, An Xichen turned his head after hearing his words, resisted desperately, and finally came here.

An Xichen slowly stood up while supporting the tree trunk, his whole face was filled with astonishment and disbelief.His mind was blank, and there were a few words that he chanted back and forth in his mind.

Impossible, people are dead, not true.

These three sentences turned over and over again in his mind.

A person has suffered for a long time, and when he encounters something good, his first reaction is not joy, but suspicion.

After doubting, and in order not to be smashed to pieces by disappointment, he will subconsciously prepare all the worst plans for himself in advance, so that if his hopes really fail, he can comfort himself that this is not the worst.

dream?

Someone is lying to him?

An unreasonable suspicion emerged in An Xichen's heart.

Qiao Xishui didn't know that it was difficult for his senior brother to accept it easily, so he took a step forward.

An Xichen took a step back.Staring at him without saying a word, the suspicion of him and the surprise of regaining it, the disappointment of this world, and the cautiousness of not being able to believe it all sank in his eyes.

Qiao Xi was dead.This incident caused the wall in his heart to rise again, this time he made it indestructible, and sealed himself in this impenetrable iron cage, no one could see his fragility.

Except Qiao Xishui.

Qiao Xishui had no choice but to back away embarrassingly, sighed, and said, "If you go one step closer to the river, what will you do if you step on a frog?"

"..."

Qiao Xishui reached out and rubbed the messy hair that ran away, and said, "Didn't you step on it at the time, you have to learn a lot of wisdom."

An Xichen buzzed in his head.

Impossible, people are dead, not true.

The three lingering words were shattered into ashes and dispersed in the night wind.

it is true.

He suddenly thought in a daze, it's true.

The heaven that had treated him so coldly and unfairly finally had mercy on him this time.Give him back his lover who has been sleeping deeply in the ground—give him back a sun that never sinks west, a moon that shines forever.

"Brother."

Qiao Xishui took a step forward slowly: "I'm back."

"I did everything I promised you." He said, "You too, Mr. Taxue."

——Heaven gave it back to him.

An Xichen thought in a daze.It's true, not a dream or someone's temptation, not a trap or an illusion.

He is back.

The city wall built high in his heart was torn apart, the impenetrable city turned into crushed leaves, and all of them turned into corpses.

When he ran over, he stumbled, just like he ran towards the dying Qiao Xishui that day.

But this time, An Xichen ran towards him who was alive.

Qiao Xishui was hugged tightly by him, and he staggered two or three steps backwards, but was tightly held in his arms and did not fall.

An Xichen held him in his arms, and when he was holding someone, he was still as surprisingly strong as ever.But this time, he should be really afraid that Qiao Xishui will disappear from his arms again, afraid that he will die again, afraid that this is just a dream of his.

"Just come back..."

He was trembling all over, and his words choked up. Qiao Xishui's thousands of words that he had no time to say when he died were all poured out, spewing out incoherently.

"It's my fault, it's my fault...I'm sorry for you, I...I should have listened to you, I should have listened to you long ago...I still don't think I'm worth it, I love you...I should have said Yes, I love you..."

"You are the first...you are the first to ask me why I do these things...the first to care about me, not everyone can, just

Could it be you..."

"I love you, really... I must, I really love you... I will only love you from now on, I..."

Qiao Xishui buried half of her face on his shoulder, listening to his incoherent speech quietly.An Xichen still hugged him very hard, even hurt him a little.But he didn't yell or protest. After An Xichen's words reached this point, Qiao Xishui stretched out his hand and patted him on the back lightly.

"I know, I've always known."

He said, "I have always loved you, An Xichen."

An Xichen was suddenly speechless.

His heavy regret and unwillingness all turned into blisters in Qiao Xishui's two words, and were blown away by the night wind.All that was left was hatred for himself, and those self-blame, guilt and remorse made his heart full of love.

"You didn't apologize to me." Qiao Xishui said, "You don't know yet. As long as you turn around, I won't die."

"I didn't bet on your sincerity. I knew you would do this. You didn't do anything wrong. You didn't apologize to me or Qingfengmen. It wasn't your fault. No one blamed you, and I didn't blame you."

"If you have a guilty conscience, I will go with you to pay for the crime. There are many ups and downs ahead. If you want to die, you and I will die together. If you can go on alive, I will go with you, no matter where. You raise your head Come on, my senior brother is frank and frank, and you have to pay for your sins."

——An Xichen just wanted to hear this.

He doesn't care what the world thinks of him, it doesn't matter who hates him or wants him to die.He can pay with his life and pay for his crimes, but he doesn't want Qiao Xishui to hate him and blame him for wanting him to die.

He just wants to hear him say that he doesn't blame you, you didn't apologize to me.

But the dead will not speak again.

Now that he came back, he spoke out, hugged him, loved him, and was willing to accompany him to continue walking, even willing to walk with him life and death.

He is willing to walk with him life and death.

An Xichen didn't know what to do for a while, he had suffered a lot, he knew how to grit his teeth and bear the pain, he knew how to be unyielding, but he didn't know how to rejoice.

He forgot.

Only tears flowed down the cheeks, meandering down.

After Qiao Xishui's death, he had nowhere to put his collapse, remorse and repentance, and these years of grievances, struggles and pain, finally broke out at this moment.Holding his lost and recovered, he knelt down slowly on the ground, and burst into a broken cry from his throat again.

No one heard, only fallen leaves and wind.

And his Qiao Xishui.

Leaving aside An Xichen's pain over the years, there must have been a lot of grievances, his eyes were red and swollen from crying, and when Qiao Xishui pulled one of his sleeves and walked back, he still took a deep breath from time to time.

"...If you don't cry enough, you can find time to cry." Qiao Xishui said to him, "I always have time."

"No." An Xichen touched his nose and said a little uncomfortable, "Shame."

"You don't care about the embarrassment or not. It's easy to get sick if you hold something in your heart. You can cry if you want to. If you care about the miscellaneous things, it's better to live for two more years."

An Xichen was still uncomfortable, but after he finished speaking, he became more reserved, scratched his face again, lowered his head and let out a muffled "um".

Then he took another breath.

"..."

Qiao Xishui felt helpless, let go of his hands, patted his shoulders, and said earnestly: "Wait."

An Xichen panicked when he heard that he was waiting, and quickly grabbed his sleeve, anxiously and aggrieved: "Where are you going?"

His expression really looked like a puppy who was afraid of being left behind. Qiao Xishui couldn't bear it for a while, and said a few words of comfort: "I'm going to buy something, just wait for me, and I'll be right back."

"wait."

After An Xichen finished speaking, he suddenly stretched out his hand to brush his hair a few times, and then lowered his head to straighten his clothes and robe.

Only then did Qiao Xishui realize that he ran all the way, and the washed hair and the clothes he bought were all messed up by the wind.

After realizing this, Qiao Xishui's expression twisted for a while—he dared to go to see An Xichen with the worst appearance! !

Thanks to An Xichen for being able to bear him

What a haggard look! !

As soon as An Xichen tidied up for him, Qiao Xishui suddenly grabbed his wrist.

An Xichen shuddered and froze all of a sudden.He raised his head stiffly, Qiao Xishui looked so pitiful that he wanted to cry but had no tears, like a puppy that was just abandoned, staring at him with shining eyes, and said: "Brother, am I ugly?"

"... Where is it ugly?"

"Am I uglier than the original body?"

"...No." An Xichen said, "What are you talking about?"

An Xichen really felt that his words were a little inexplicable.

Although he now has dark circles under his eyes and looks a little haggard, he has twin sword eyebrows and star eyes. If you want to talk about it, the shell of "Qiao Xishui" belongs to being unreasonable, and his shell belongs to the long-haired man. The category of being heroic has its own advantages and disadvantages, and there is no way to compare them together.

Besides, being haggard is not a problem, in the face of the great enemy, Liu Wusheng's eyes are full of haggardness, looking like he hasn't slept in ten days.

How could this man be so insecure about his appearance?

Qiao Xishui's face was still pitiful, and he asked, "Are you trying to comfort me?"

"...I didn't, you look good."

"Aren't you prettier than me!"

"...Then how about..."

An Xichen thought for a moment, and made a very sincere suggestion: "Shall I go and break my face?"

"……no need."

Seeing his earnest and sincere appearance, Qiao Xishui was afraid that he would really lose his appearance, so he couldn't help but add: "Don't lose your appearance."

"……Oh."

An Xichen touched the tattoo on the corner of his eyes habitually, and said, "Did you say you were going shopping?"

"Yes."

An Xichen reached out to feel inside the long sleeve of his right hand, and took out his purse, handed it to Qiao Xishui, and said, "Here, there's not much left, don't buy too expensive ones."

Qiao Xishui: "...I have money."

After speaking, he took out a purse that he bought earlier.It was half a circle bigger than An Xichen's purse, and it was full of silver, with a few pieces of gold mixed in it.

An Xichen was stunned for a moment, and said in disbelief: "Which family are you from, are you?"

Qiao Xishui: "..."