I am neither beautiful nor crazy

"When did you get the injury?" The military doctor asked while treating the wound on Xiao Xiangling's left shoulder, "It looks like it's broken open several times, and it needs to be treated in time so that it won't get worse."

The warm water basin on the side was already full of blood.

"It's okay." A layer of cold sweat broke out on Xiao Xiangling's back, but his voice was still calm and clear, "The time is tight in the battle, and the wound is not open when marching and fighting."

"Now that the general has won the battle, it's time to take a good rest. Your health is important." The military doctor bowed deeply, "I added sleep aids to the general's medicine, so I may sleep longer."

Xiao Xiangling nodded and retreated conveniently.

The sunset in northern Xinjiang was early, and it was only evening, and the camp was already dark.Xiao Xiangling drank the soup that Ta Bian had just brought over, but he didn't feel sleepy immediately.

A few days ago, the fighting was intense, so he followed the soldiers without touching a pillow for several days and nights. Now that he was suddenly free, he suddenly lost the desire to rest.

After being in a daze for a while, he suddenly remembered something, and took out a pack of black sachets and a bright red blood jade from his pocket.

The blood jade was the piece that Gu Yuan gave him before, and he never had a chance to return it to Jiang Yu, and the other party didn't know why, so he never asked him for it.

And the black sachet was obviously worn by him for a long time, and it was faded to white, with threads protruding unevenly from the seams.

He stared at it for a few seconds, then put the jade into the sachet, and stuffed it back to his front.

Yu Fan catches the cold, bringing a clear touch.

Then he fell into a drowsy sleep, as if he hadn't had such a smooth and undisturbed dream for a long time, he seemed to have dreamed everything that happened a long time ago.

In guessing about past lives, Jiang Yu's intuition has always been terribly accurate, and the only thing he ever guessed, "Is the 'ghost' in that story, is you?" is actually pretty close.

On the night of the full moon, a hundred ghosts appear.

It was just that one night 300 years ago, before the time came, the Xuanmen was suddenly closed.The ghosts didn't have time to go back, so they could only wander the streets in the form of humans, and ran up to beg for a meal when they saw someone with a kind heart.

At that time, he was still a "little devil" less than half the height of a person, and his body was much thinner than his companions, and the shape of his ribs under the skin could even be exposed in his chest.

They all like to go shopping in the most lively and bustling streets, but only the weakest kid likes to go to a remote alley.I don't want to walk around like my companions when I go there. What I do most on weekdays is to sit in the dark corner and stare at my surroundings vigilantly.

Over time, people knew that there was a crazy kid who was not wanted in the side alley.

Only the kid knew that he came to Pianxiang just to see a very interesting person.

That person likes to wear white clothes and laugh, but he doesn't seem to be that happy.On weekdays, I always like to sit in a tea shop in a side alley, but I don't raise my eyes to look at the passers-by on the road, and I rarely chat with them about the latest political affairs and gossip.Also like him, just simply sitting from dawn to dark.

Occasionally, when I meet someone I know, I will chat for a few words.

The little ghost also saw that once, he was reading palms for others pretending to be a ghost.

Ten days passed.He gradually moved from the darkest corner, getting closer and closer to the young man in white.

Until one day, Bai Yi seemed to notice him, put the teacup in his hand on the table, and hooked his fingers at him.

He walked over vigilantly, without speaking.

He obviously noticed that when the other party met his four eyes, there was a very obvious daze.

"I can read palmistry, can you take a look?"

The man's voice was pleasant, as gentle as his brows and eyes, which made it easy for people to let go of their guard and get close to him.

But he didn't hold out his hand.

The man didn't mind, and didn't even show any anger on his face, he just continued to hold the teacup on the table.His knuckles are slender and clean, more pleasing to the eye than the polished porcelain.

Unexpectedly, the man didn't ask him such boring questions as "where do you live, who are your parents, and why are you alone?" Instead, he asked, "What are you most afraid of?"

"There's nothing to be afraid of." He answered frankly.

This place has always been dry and lacks rain, and it has become worse in recent days. The fields are already dry and cracked, and the crops are even less harvested.Shops on the side of the road closed down one after another, and everyone's brows were full of sorrow.

Later, the villagers invited Feng Shui Taoist priests, who counted their fingers and closed their eyes and said, "This drought is a natural moat brought about by Yin and Yang. As long as the little ghosts wandering in the world are burned to death, this disaster can be relieved."

He also gave some magic weapons to the villagers, specially targeting the little ghosts who are not strong.

When he woke up again, he found that he was tied up with hemp rope together with all his companions, and piles of firewood were placed around them, enclosing them airtightly.

On weekdays, the smiling villagers held torches in their hands, and the firelight reflected their angry and disgusted expressions.

He felt like he was going to be roasted and passed out. As we all know, they are most afraid of fire.

Just before the villagers were about to throw out the firewood, a voice came from behind.

He opened his eyes suddenly.

The voice was no longer as gentle and pleasant as it used to be, but it was mixed with a layer of obvious anger.But he couldn't imagine the man's expression when he was angry.In my impression, what would a person who is gentle and laughs so much look like when he is angry.

"Isn't that the person who sits in the tea shop all day and knows how to read palms?" The crowd began to whisper.

"What do you care!" One person stood up and said angrily, "Because of these brats, our crops have failed, our family members can't eat, and the elderly and children are starving to death!"

Everyone still had a bit of guilt and sympathy, but when they heard this, they all became confident.

"Praying for rain has its own way of praying for rain, and descending ghosts has its own way of descending ghosts. Besides, not all ghosts are malicious, but if they have no hatred, they should be burned, humiliated, and killed. What's the point of this?"

Completely different from the past, the demeanor around him became cold and sullen.Even though they didn't seem aggressive, most people kept their voices silent.

"Then how should we deal with it?" One person was reluctant, "If you have a way to get them back to where they should be, we won't burn people."

The young man hesitated for a moment.Through layers of flames, all he could see was his white clothes, as if blown by the wind, swaying in the flames, but not ashes.

"Okay." After a long time, the man replied slowly, "I can help you."

When the rope was untied, he already had multiple burns on his body.His companions ran back hurriedly in fright, but he didn't leave, standing still and watching the young man repeat the same action over and over again, untying the ropes on everyone.

The other party also noticed him, and urged with a smile, "Go back quickly."

The remaining heat of the flames made a thin layer of sweat form on the man's forehead, which dripped into his temples and disappeared.

"I don't want to go back." He said suddenly.

The white clothes paused for a moment, and when he turned his head again, the smile was no longer on the corner of his mouth, "If you don't go back, where are you going?"

"Can I go with you?"

"No."

"Why not?"

"I have no shortage of ancestral care."

"..."

He frowned, and stubbornly followed behind the white clothes, neither leaving nor opening his mouth.

"Really not going?"

When everyone was gone, the mountain in the evening was empty except for them, leaving only black ashes all over the ground.

"Don't go."

"There is a stone cave in front of this mountain." Bai Yi pointed forward, "It's damp and cold inside. From now on, you collect the firewood every day, and you light the fire. By the way, and—" Bai Yi suddenly remembered something , adding, "There's only one stone cave inside, it's mine, you sleep on the ground."

"..."

"Would you like to go?"

"Don't go."

Bai Yi went out to pick herbs, crushed them and covered his burnt wound.

Now he is half lying on the only stone slump, and the other party is sitting on the ground making medicine.A pile of vigorous fire was burning beside it, which was also the firewood that the white clothes went out to pick up.

"What is your name?"

"no name."

"Come here." The man greeted, "It will hurt a little when the medicine is applied, bear with it."

"...What's the name of this medicine?" He suddenly asked out of nowhere.

"Hansi Cao." The man raised his eyebrows, "But there is no lovesickness."

"Can I ask you a few questions?" After applying the medicine, he couldn't help but speak.

"No."

"……What's your name?"

The white clothes drew a few strokes on the ground with a branch, "Jiangyu." He read.

Jiang Yu looked up and saw that the other party didn't look at the words on the ground, but kept staring at his face, and said with a smile, "What do you think I'm doing?"

"Why did you save us?" He stared at the other person's face and asked.

The ends of Jiang Yu's eyebrows and eyes drooped just right, looking extremely elegant.The long and dense eyelashes also follow the shape of the eyes to cover the expression downwards, leaving a small circle of dark shadows on the pale cheeks.

Better looking than anyone he'd ever met.

"Those people seem to like you very much, but they don't like us, and you are so good-looking, why did you save us?"

Jiang Yu was completely amused by his logic, and after laughing enough, he turned his head and stared into his eyes, with a bit of exploration, but also a bit of confusion.

"Little thing, can other people's likes be eaten?"

The herbs seeped into the wound, and the corner of his mouth twitched violently.

"Are you really not afraid of anything?" Jiang Yu asked again.

"Not afraid." He looked back, "...can you see something in my eyes? Why do you keep staring at me."

Jiang Yu suddenly laughed loudly, "Look at my eyes, what can you see inside?"

He didn't know that the other party was teasing him, so he looked closely at it and subconsciously held his breath.

The wet whites of the eyes are like indifferent water, and the water flow is stagnated by the black eyes in the middle, so the eye waves cannot flow freely.And in the center of the black pupil, he saw the face he was about to paste.

He was startled, almost bouncing back, "I see myself."

The other party smiled even more when he saw his appearance, "From your eyes, I can only see myself."

He was dubious.

Having laughed enough, Jiang Yu leaned against the stone wall with half-closed eyes, and said softly, "I can see things that others are afraid of."

His eyebrows jumped.

There seemed to be a thought in his heart that was crazily rushing out, and he almost immediately understood why Jiang Yu always liked to stay in a side alley with few people all day long, sitting in front of a tea shop, not looking up at people, and rarely talking to people .

This ability probably won't make you comfortable...

"Since you can see it, you still ask me?" He realized that he was being tricked, "Then tell me, what am I most afraid of?"

The other party's smile stopped, replaced by a contradictory and complicated expression.

After a long time, Jiang Yu said slowly, "It's because I can't see anything, so I can only see my own image."

After a long time, he added, "You have the cleanest eyes I've ever seen."

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