Remember the glorious years of redemption of Hei Lian

It was An Xichen - he was leaning against the door, still exuding a lazy aura all over his body, the corners of his mouth seemed to be hooked.

Back then, although An Xichen had a weak personality, his roots were straight and young, and his smile was really cute.It's not like now, when he smiled, the people around him were shaking into sieves, their knees were weak and they wanted to kneel down.

Qiao Xishui thought about it, and couldn't help but regret how the boy's growth was crooked back then.

He didn't know that what he thought was clearly written on his face from one to ten, and An Xichen's scalp was numb from his sight. Under his sympathetic and pitiful eyes, he felt like a beggar with a broken bowl.

An Xichen was speechless for a while: "...why do you look at me like that."

A word awakened the dreamer, Qiao Xishui realized that his expression was not right, he faltered for a while, and changed the subject: "Why are you here?"

An Xichen's words were succinct and concise: "Qi Xiang Qu."

People's words are: Qu Qixiang asked me to come, other Laozi don't want to talk about it.

Qiao Xishui understood, nodded, and asked, "You live in this inn too?"

An Xichen pointed to the room without saying a word, and said, "This is it."

Qiao Xishui: "..."

Qiao Xishui suddenly understood.

Logically speaking, members of a sect would not be separated.Even if some people play and some don't play, they should live together.

That note was most likely Qu Qixiang's own hand and foot.The purpose was for him to send An Xichen to his door - he expected that An Xichen would immediately understand his intentions as soon as the two met, but Qiao Xishui would be caught off guard and would be in a panic, waiting for death.

He thought that An Xichen raised his knife and fell, Qiao Xishui's head fell tonight, and the stumbling block on his road was kicked aside.

It's a pity that heaven fails to fulfill people's wishes, and people's calculations are not as good as heaven's calculations.

Qiao Xishui looked at An Xichen with a complicated expression. Not only did this man not take up the knife, but he walked past him generously and walked into the room. He lifted the bed and was covered with a quilt and turned over, hibernating. up.

If Qu Qixiang saw this scene, he would probably be pissed off.

Qiao Xishui felt a headache.

Qiao Xishui didn't have his own room here.He doesn't know where Fang Ximing and the others live. He can't sleep in the bridge hole tonight, can he?

Compared with this, what's more troublesome is that An Xichen didn't intend to kill him at all.

For Qiao Xishui, this is naturally not a bad thing, but if because of this, An Xichen's blood flowed into rivers like last time and his spells retaliated, it would not be considered a good thing.

Although he didn't say it, Qiao Xishui knew it in his heart.No one would kill himself if he had nothing to do. Most of the injuries were caused by Qu Qixiang.

He was thinking wildly from left to right, and An Xichen suddenly said in a hoarse voice: "I'll go after a short sleep."

Qiao Xishui, who was looking at the ceiling worriedly, heard the sound and looked at him.Only then did he realize that there was an unconcealable tiredness in An Xichen's brows and eyes, and he just took it for his usual lazy temperament.

When he said this, he squinted his eyes, and continued: "This room is given to you, so you don't have to worry about it."

After all, without waiting for Qiao Xishui to explain, he pulled the quilt over his head, rustled for a while, and fell asleep very quickly.

An Xichen curled up in a ball on the bed, he didn't even want to show his hair, he wrapped himself in the quilt.Looking at it from a distance, one can only see a ball of quilt rising and falling very regularly, like a quilt essence.

Qiao Xishui was heartbroken watching him sleep—would it be possible to sleep this way without difficulty in breathing? ?Will there be no lack of oxygen in the quilt? ? ?

Qiao Xishui thought that he, An Xichen, was really a fucking talent.I couldn't help but walked over quietly, not daring to say anything, and touched the group of An Xichen.

An Xichen's originally steady and regular breathing became chaotic, he hummed a few times, and curled up even tighter.

Qiao Xishui: "..."

He originally wanted to shake him awake, but after thinking about An Xichen's temper, he gave up.

This Anqi man just slept under the quilt all morning.Until the sun rose above his head at noon, Qiao Xishui was really afraid that he would suffocate in it, so he walked over lightly, trying to pull down the quilt to get some air while he was dying of sleep.

Unexpectedly, An Xichen grabbed the quilt and didn't let go even when he was asleep. There was a ball.

He moaned and groaned, clutching the quilt and refusing to let go, murmuring in his dream, "Don't grab..."

The voice was a little blurry and hoarse.But there was a little more softness for no reason, Qiao Xishui was startled for a moment, and suddenly remembered the boy in his dream.

The teenager trying to please.

"This is mine..." An Xichen, who was curled up in a deep sleep, grabbed the quilt tightly and said, "...you let go..."

Qiao Xi Shuigui accidentally let go of her hand.He paused, and seemed to want to reach out to touch him again, but he paused in the air for a while, and finally took it back.

He never touched An Xichen again.

An Xichen fell asleep like this until the evening, and when the sun was setting, he finally lifted the quilt and sat up slowly from the bed.

He fell into a drowsy sleep, looked at the setting sun outside the window, narrowed his eyes, and coughed a few times.

He always coughed for a while when he woke up, his throat seemed to be on fire, and he coughed and cleared his throat, but he couldn't suppress the small fire burning in his throat.

"woke up?"

During the conversation, a porcelain cup was handed to him.The scented tea in the cup shakes out tiny ripples.

He didn't answer it, and when he raised his head, the light of the setting sun fell on the person in front of him.It was as if a layer of golden light had been spread over him, or maybe he was the light itself.

Qiao Xishui stuffed scented tea into his hand and said, "Drink it, pear blossom tea, it's good for cough."

An Xichen took the scented tea, coughed lightly, and took a sip. The scented tea entered his throat like sweet rain on the dry and cracked land.

He tried to clear his throat, and it did feel better.

"Is it effective?" Qiao Xishui touched his nose and said, "Your father, I... No, I have been studying it all afternoon."

An Xichen selectively ignored his slip of the tongue, his voice still hoarse, and said, "Thank you."

Qiao Xishui nodded to accept his thanks, and said, "You are so dumb, is your voice really a smoker?"

"Yes." An Xichen was not shy, and replied, "For a while...he smoked a lot. He spent every day in the smokehouse, drinking all kinds of wine, and smoking all kinds of cigarettes."

"It can be considered that things must be reversed. In the past, these things could not be touched. The first time I touched them, there was no bottom line. And at that time, I had just fallen into a demon, and I was not in a good mood. I was drinking and smoking, and my throat was ruined."

Three points of strong wine into the throat and five points of bitter smoke into the heart can suppress the pain caused by a thorn in the heart.

A thorn of Libihan's sword pierced through his whole body.

His life was turned upside down, he was bored with the world and afraid of himself, so he ran to the smoke den, where he spent days and nights soaking in alcohol, wanting to die in the solitary carnival of cigarettes and alcohol.

Qu Qixiang didn't care about him, he knew that An Xichen would come back with his tail between his legs in despair after the trouble was over.

He was right, An Xichen had no way to go.

At that time, his hands were heavily injured, and he would break the wine glass every day. Only when the flesh was cut and the blood flowed out, could he be sure that he was still alive.

With those injuries, An Xichen took a sip of cigarettes and alcohol, and in the numbness of tobacco and alcohol, he saw the cranes and clouds in the past gradually drifting away.

Throat hurts, as if karmic fire enters throat.

Holding the pipe and wine glass, he sat alone in the smoke, choking sobbing.

Immortal Feng Dao Bone Qingfengmen, An Xichen, who stepped on the snow without a trace, was finally dirty to the bone, and blackness seeped into the cracks of the bone.

There was a fire in the throat.

For half a month, he was accompanied by tobacco and alcohol day and night.When he came out, his throat was hoarse and he couldn't make a sound, but he didn't want to recover from his injuries. After sleeping for three days and three nights, he was accompanied by cigarettes.

Already addicted to cigarettes.

It is estimated that digging out his throat now, like his bones, has long been stained black.

"Don't worry about it," he said, "I don't even want to care about it."

"How can this be done." Qiao Xishui said, "Even if you don't want to be cured, others will feel bad when they see it..."

"Thinking too much." An Xichen raised his eyes and asked, "You have been in Qingfengmen these days, do you think there is someone who will love me?"

"What's wrong." Qiao Xishui said, "I can't feel bad?"

"..."

He was silent for a while, then raised his head to look at Qiao Xishui, and suddenly laughed out loud.

Qiao Xishui: "..."

What are you laughing at?

Brother, don't laugh, other people's laughter can make people's heart skip a beat, but when you laugh, my fucking scalp goes numb!

An Xichen seemed to be in a better mood, stepped on his shoes and got out of bed, grabbed his robe and put it on, and said, "Let's go."

Qiao Xishui turned her head and asked, "Where are you going?"

"I told you this room." He said, "I'm leaving."

"Where are you going?" Qiao Xishui asked again, and added another question, "If you don't kill me, will it be the same as last time?"

How could An Xichen not know that he was talking about the scary situation of blood flowing into rivers last time, he choked for a while, and then said, "You don't care."

"Okay." Qiao Xishui adhered to the principle of never asking too many questions, and said again, "But I'm afraid of sleeping alone."

An Xichen looked back at him, with an expression of "you're lying to a ghost", "Do you think I believe it?"

"That's right." Qiao Xishui chuckled, and changed the phrase, "Brother, stay with me for a night."

An Xichen said kindly, "Get lost."

Qiao Xishui blinked and said sincerely, "Brother, I love you."

"..."

He finished and grinned.

Like falling rays of light turning into homework fire, a burning wound was drawn in An Xichen's heart.It was so hot that there was no way to avoid it, and there was nowhere to escape.

I had to suffer.Even with the flames soaring into the sky, he couldn't open his mouth to cry out the pain.

"Brother, don't go." He said, "There is a night market downstairs at night, come and see it with me."

He knew that he couldn't get close to this dazzling fire, and he also knew that if he touched it, he would be burned to pieces.

But he has always been greedy for the rare warmth, even if he is deceiving himself.So in the end it was—

"Okay," he said, "...well."