I am neither beautiful nor crazy

It was noon the next day when Jiang Yu woke up again.Consciousness slowly returned to his mind, he heard the faint sound of flames, felt a thick layer of fur covering his body, and a comfortable warmth came from around his body.

But his body was sore and heavy, as if he had been running in the desert for a day and a night, and he didn't even have the strength to open his eyes or move his fingers.

He seemed to have had a long dream.

But Xiao Xiangling seemed to know that he was awake, handed a bowl of warm water to his mouth, and fed him while lying down.

Only then did the dry and hoarse throat feel a little wet, and Jiang Yu opened his eyes with difficulty to see the surrounding things clearly.

Almost at a glance, he knew immediately where it was.

This is the place I just dreamed about.

The Stone Cave of the Mountain of No Return where they had been together.

Jiang Yu wanted to ask why the two came here, but he couldn't speak when he opened his mouth.

"Don't talk yet." Xiao Xiangling wiped the water from the corner of his mouth with his fingertips, and explained, "This is the Mountain of No Return, which is the closest to the previous location. We will go back when you recover."

Jiang Yu was taken aback for a moment, and a complex and inexplicable emotion flashed in his eyes.

"What plans do you have in the future? Let's think about it after your body recovers." Xiao Xiangling seemed to see through his worries, and said in a firm tone, "Rest now."

The corner of Jiang Yu's mouth curled up with some effort, and for the first time there was no resistance.

They just leaned there very quietly.In Jiang Yu's impression, it was rare for the two of them to have such a time when they didn't need to talk about any lakes.Even though he knew very well that this was just a false semblance of relaxation, and soon after that, countless problems that were difficult to resolve would come one after another.All they have is the present.

He was lying on the rock, observing the other party from the bottom up, and Xiao Xiangling was also looking back at him.

He had never looked at others so closely and openly. Xiao Xiangling used to wear a mask most of the time. He could only see the cold and sharp-edged bones of his face, but he rarely saw the details of his facial features like this.

Thick eyebrows, extremely high nasal bones, and thin lips are a standard appearance that will not be picked on no matter where you go.

It's just that the tips of the inner eyebrows are slightly depressed, which always gives people a somewhat harsh and unkind impression.

He suddenly had an inexplicable sense of familiarity with this scene, like a complete reenactment of the scene, but the two of them switched positions.

In a very distant memory, when he picked up the burnt child, the child was lying on the stone slump, his body remained motionless, but his eyes stared away as if growing on him.

At that time, I just felt that children were ignorant and had a subtle interest in everything around them.But later, if you think about it carefully, you can know what kind of eyes it is.

Full of pureness, sincerity, and undisguised fiery love with children.

It's just that the gaze was too hot and straightforward, and he didn't understand it until a long time later.

Xiao Xiangling had the purest gaze he had ever seen, without any selfish desire or fear in it, when they looked at each other, Jiang Yu could only see his own face reflected in it.

In the process of getting along with them before, that gaze actually appeared many times, but he ignored it intentionally or unintentionally.

When he taught the other party how to practice and pick a sword, when he told him the name "Han Si Cao", including when the other party habitually followed him for a small half step.

"I remembered something." Jiang Yu suddenly whispered.

Xiao Xiangling suddenly turned his head to look at him, and unconsciously clenched the hand holding his fingertips, cracks appeared in his clean eyes for a moment.

But he hid this emotion very well, and in an instant he naturally restrained his micro-expression, and asked nonchalantly, "What do you remember?"

"Before... something about us."

He was smiling, but his expression was still pale.

Xiao Xiangling could no longer pretend to be indifferent to the past, if possible, he hoped that Jiang Yu could remember everything.Let Jiang Yu know that their intersection and origin have been firmly tied together a long time ago, that mountains and rocks cannot be broken, and swords cannot be broken.

If possible, he didn't want to let all these affections be remembered and borne by himself alone.

But on the other hand, he couldn't bear to remind Jiang Yu.

In any case, they didn't have a good result then.He can completely bear the weight alone, so that Jiang Yu's memory of the two is only the acquaintance and acquaintance during this period.

But the other party said now that he remembered.

"You...remember what?" Xiao Xiangling lowered his voice as much as possible to hide the instability of his voice.

"Only a little bit." Jiang Yu chuckled softly, "I used to be dreaming all the time, but now... I think about it."

One thing Xiao Xiangling expected was right, the previous memory was not pleasant, if Jiang Yu remembered it, it would be a very cruel thing.

Jiang Yu only remembered one thing thoroughly, and that was the most frequent episode in the nightmare.

He finally remembered how he died before.

During this period of time, he often dreamed of some fragments of the past, which were all fragmentary past events.I don't know if it's because of thinking day by day and dreaming at night, he can always notice the way Xiao Xiangling looks at him, that kind of undisguised love and liking.

He thought it was Xiao Xiangling who first fell in love with him because of the kindness of knowing him, and then the two fell in love for a long time, which was logical.

But what he didn't expect was that his relationship with the other party was never as pure as he always thought.

Long before the other party realizes the sprouting in the heart.

"You can see what people are afraid of, so tell me, what do you see in my eyes?" The white-haired old man sitting opposite Jiangyu said with a smile.

It's just that he was born with foxy eyes and frowning eyebrows, and he always looked a little malicious when he smiled.

Jiang Yu just glanced at him, and didn't intend to talk to him, but suddenly thought of something, and sneered, "It's as if I want to see."

Although the corners of Jiang Yu's mouth were stretched to the side, his complexion was very pale. He looked as if he was sick, weak and lacking in vitality.

While he was speaking, there was still pain in his heart that couldn't be ignored, which made his voice much lighter.

"I reminded you before, but you didn't listen, and told me not to bother you two. Now you are dying anyway, so I still have something to tell you." The man stopped talking, and looked up at Jiang Yu's His complexion, "I can understand that he likes you, but apart from his appearance, what exactly do you like about him?"

"You..." Jiang Yu tilted his eyes slightly, and said softly, "Aside from aesthetic precision, what else can you see?"

"... People who are dying, don't have the same knowledge as you." The other party half-joked, "But Jiang Yu, you really don't intend to tell him at all? Another solution to this matter..."

Jiang Yu slightly raised his hand and shook his head.The thick and narrow eyelashes drooped down with this expression, and the slight trembling seemed a little lonely.

"There is no need to mention this matter again, I have my own plan in my heart."

"You..." The white-haired old man was silent for a long time, but he didn't say anything after all.

He also understands Jiang Yu's stubborn and uncompromising temperament.

"Actually, you just said something wrong." Jiang Yu said suddenly, "He doesn't like me."

There was a bit of melancholy in his eyes, and the indifferent and helpless emotions were just right in his eyes, making it hard for anyone to say a word of comfort.

"He has respect for me, gratitude, habit, and..."

He shook his head very slightly, "But I don't like it."

Those who can see people who are invisible to others should not be moved by ordinary hearts. This is what the old man has said to him long ago, and it is also a psychological expectation that he has always prepared for.

He couldn't resist the negative reaction of his body, but he couldn't give up because of it.

This so-called "supernatural ability" is actually a very painful thing. Whenever he looks at people, he will inevitably see things he doesn't want to see.He can't interact with people as if nothing happened like a normal person. For a long time, he was even full of indifference to everything in the outside world. No matter what he saw, he didn't even bother to lift his eyelids.

He doesn't care what he sees, those people, what he thinks in his heart, or even whether Xiao Xiangling likes him or not.

Just love being with him.

"Remember that before us... I taught you how to practice swords." The look in Jiang Yu's eyes was difficult to distinguish, as if he was recalling the scene in a dream, or simply recounting the empty memories.

"You like to look at me, and I like to..."

"Jiangyu." Xiao Xiangling interrupted suddenly.

His eyes are deep, and there are still many complicated emotions that Jiang Yu can't understand.

But he said, "You don't have to force yourself to think about it."

"Huh?" Jiang Yu was taken aback.

"You don't need to put any pressure on yourself. I like you, not just because of the past." He paused, "If the past troubles you, then I hope you will never think about it. Those things, no more And don't experience it a second time."

Never think about it.

In this way, past memories, desires and feelings, and events that are too heavy are all on the shoulders of one person, which is not a fair bargaining chip anyway.

But he asked Jiang Yu never to think about it.

Jiang Yu lowered his head and chuckled, at this moment, he didn't seem to be as clever as he used to be.He shook his head, as if he didn't understand the unfinished meaning of the other party's words.

"No." He said softly.

"It doesn't bother me to think about anything, because in fact, most of the time I don't care about everything, so numb that I don't even want to feel the things around me, including pain. Whether it was before or now."

He compared his lips with his index finger, signaling the other party not to interrupt.

The voice was extremely low, like whispers soaked in cotton.

"Until I met you."