don't touch my ears sir

Born with monster blood, he is no more sensible than ordinary babies.The little rabbit kept crying "babbling" after being picked up by the nurse.

Unknowingly, Tang Xianqing has interrupted countless conversations with Zhishu.

Tang Xianqing stared impatiently at the half rabbit, his cute face turned a bit majestic

Zhishu twisted his arm: "I was born, why are you so fierce?"

Tang Xianqing: "..."

Tang Xianqing immediately hugged the little rabbit and coaxed the little rabbit, "Oh oh oh", and looked at Zhishu aggrievedly while coaxing: "What's wrong with me?"

After being wronged, he complained again: "Good book, you have changed. You used to say that you were protective of me, but now you think this half-pussy rabbit is cuter than me?"

The book: "..."

Half demon is half demon, god damn half rabbit.

Zhishu snorted, "If I were a man, I would protect you every day and praise you for being cute. Wait until I realize the body of a man in my next life."

After finishing speaking, she said ferociously again: "Don't be fierce about my son anymore, you want to be fiercer in the next life and give birth to one yourself."

Tang Xianqing: "..."

Tang Xianqing reasoned with her: "Even in the next life, I won't be able to bear it."

Zhishu: "Then I won't give birth either."

Tang Xianqing: "No life."

Zhishu asked him, "What if I were a boy?"

Tang Xianqing said: "Love."

The book is dubious: "Really?"

"In reincarnation, you can't choose your own origin and gender," Tang Xianqing said solemnly: "So I thought about the fact that you are a boy from the beginning. Hongdou is already in your heart, we must be together .If you change your mind, I will strangle your son to death. He has a long lifespan and will definitely live into your next life for several rounds."

The book: "..."

There was a hibiscus flower growing well outside the ward, fiery red, like the scorching sun in summer.

Several branches of it just stretched into the room through the windows on the first floor, and the bright sunlight sprinkled on the color, making people feel like eating Skittles.

At some point, the little rabbit luckily stopped crying. In Tang Xianqing's arms, he probably felt the most straightforward evil spirit from his father, and his eyes returned to the most original color.The red pupils turned from the two adults to the window. He seemed to be attracted by the hibiscus flower that was exposed from the window, and his big eyes stared at the color.

In the end, he stretched out his short arms "babbling" and wanted to reach it. Tang Xianqing realized that he opened the window and folded a branch and gave it to him.

The little guy held onto it tightly, with great strength.

Zhishu's novelty is broken: "Does he like flowers?"

"Cut," Tang Xianqing touched the little face of the child in his arms disdainfully, and said, "You actually like plants, what can you do when you grow up. But chasing your wife may be more romantic, it's not bad."

Tang Xianqing gave the child a name amidst the happy smile on his face.

──Tang hibiscus.

Later, when Zhishu died at the age of 82, Tang Mujin had already grown up and didn't need to worry about it anymore, and at that time he had already had a child with a little girl who planned to spend the rest of his life with him.

Although Zhishu didn't have time to take a look at it.

Their family seems to have an enmity with the leader, and Tang Mujin also gave birth to a son.The name Virtue is also like inheritance. His son was born at night, and when he was hungry for the first time and lay in someone's arms to drink milk, he kept staring at the top of his head. Tang Mujin also looked up at the top of his head curiously, and he slapped his forehead in wonder Son: "Why are you staring at the ceiling all the time? I can't name you Tang Ceiling, can I?"

He himself felt very irresponsible when he said the words, so he slapped his forehead and said, "Forget it, I'll just treat you as looking at the night sky. It's called Tang, Xing, and Yun."

The family of three is happy and harmonious, but Tang Xianqing's family of three is no longer complete.

On the third day of Zhishu's death, after arranging her coffin and grave, and seeing her buried in peace with his own eyes, he followed the lovesick red beans in his heart.

Step into the underworld.

He has lived for 3 years, and his personality seems to be able to go anywhere. Not only can he go, but he can also talk to others about his not-so-good feelings with a happy face.

It was sunny and sunny that day, but the loneliness and coldness on Huangquan Road still made Tang Xianqing's heart tighten.

Rabbits are not to be provoked, and can be said to be timid by nature.When Tang Xianqing stood in the empty and deserted Huangquan Road, his back was covered with cold sweat.

Not far from the entrance, the abnormally red Bianhua flowers were moved by a gust of wind blowing from nowhere, bringing out a strange cold fragrance.

Suddenly, a cloudy wind that could be clearly felt approached, and Tang Xianqing forcibly turned around to look at the person with a cold face.

I saw a handsome ghost in black clothes and a black hat standing beside him expressionlessly.

"Yangshou is a long time," he said, "Could it be that I went the wrong way?"

Tang Xianqing shook his head: "Look for someone."

Hei Wuchang turned around and left, the iron chain rattling on his arm: "Hell doesn't care if you have a frontier to continue."

Tang Xianqing did not speak.

"Unless..." Hei Wuchang stopped, turned his head and stared at him sullenly, and said, "You want to take advantage of the loophole."

Tang Xianqing still did not speak.

Hei Wuchang smiled: "Everything has a cause and an effect, and there is a price to pay."

This time, before Tang Xianqing had time to ask a word, Hei Wuchang disappeared without a trace. Tang Xianqing frowned, and didn't think carefully about what the "price" was.

The flowers on the other side began to sway again. Tang Xianqing walked the Huangquan Road, stepped over the Naihe Bridge, and came to the Sansheng Stone, but he never saw Zhishu.

Countless people die every second in the world. It stands to reason that the book has only been gone for three days. It is impossible for the underworld to let her reincarnate so quickly these days.

He felt that there must be something wrong with his Acacia Red Bean, and he could only feel a weak connection when he used his spiritual sense to perceive it bit by bit.

The book is still here.And he didn't expect this perception to last for 100 years.

She has been staying in the underworld for 100 years without reincarnation.

When Bai Wuchang had just hooked him back, Zhishu was still sighing in his heart that there really was such a thing as hell and reincarnation.

The young man in white clothes and hat didn't talk much, and his expression was always cold. He brought Zhishu to Granny Meng and left without saying a word.

It wasn't until he heard Granny Meng say, "That red bean in my heart can't be brought into reincarnation." Bai Wuchang stopped and looked back at this woman who was born, aged, sick and died normally, but could still see the beauty from that old face.

When the voice fell to the ground, Zhishu raised his hand to cover his heart. He didn't speak, but there was a little panic in his eyes.

She didn't understand why they could see it.

Meng Po said: "Girl, if there is a real destiny, we will definitely meet again."

Zhishu shook his head.

Possibly because she had seen such scenes too many times, Po Meng sighed: "It will suffer."

Zhishu nodded.

After a silent silence, Bai Wuchang said his first words: "Come with me."

He took the book and went in the opposite direction, away from the road of reincarnation.

Tang Xianqing has never left since he came here to find someone and felt the faint sensation.

I don’t know how long it’s been since I’ve seen colorful colors, and I haven’t seen a fiery red sun, and I don’t have the opportunity to talk nonsense without any scruples.

Those 100 years passed in a muddle, and it was a bit painful. I really can't describe the feeling of it, but it passed after all.

When the perception direction of the red bean lovesickness appeared in Yangjian, Tang Xianqing's body, which was almost exhausted physically and mentally, suddenly relaxed.

He rushed to the hospital without stopping, and stood outside the operating room door in front of a certain biological father. After hearing a loud howl, he squatted on the ground and covered his face and cried.

The child's biological father, whose tears were already rolling in his eyes, did not shed a single tear, and was so frightened by him that he began to doubt the authenticity of being the child's biological father.

For authentication, he patted Tang Xianqing's shoulder with red eyes: "Handsome guy, your wife gave birth too?"

Tang Xianqing looked up at him, and reached out to hug his thigh.

He cried and said: "Your child is finally born, I am happy..."

The baby's father: "..."

How long is the 100-year silence? It may be the normal life of a healthy person. It should be painless for Tang Xianqing.

But he finally learned to be calm and considerate in the past 100 years.

When the boy was young, he was often accompanied by a very strange uncle who treated him very well, but he looked at him more like his own father than his own father.

But his own father said that Tang Xianqing was a good friend he made when he was in the hospital, and he didn't know how they got together.

At that time, the parents were often busy and didn't have so much time to take care of the children, so the person the boy relied on the most turned out to be Tang Xianqing.

He likes to call Tang Xianqing when he is happy, and when he is sad, he will find Tang Xianqing and cry, even if it is just because of a trivial matter, he can let Tang Xianqing accompany him without any psychological burden.

The latter never complained.

When the boy became an adult, Tang Xianqing finally showed his heart of a big bad wolf.

He said, "I'll come to you to continue the relationship."

At that time, the present world couldn't agree with this shocking feeling at all, and the boy didn't understand it very much. He only panicked that there might be something wrong with this uncle who had been with him since he was a child.

But when the words of refusal came to his lips, they lingered in his heart for a while, and an unspeakable pain began to torture him lingeringly and numbly without warning. The boy couldn't say a word, so he cried first.

Tang Xian took a step forward and couldn't help shouting in a hoarse voice: "Zhishu..."

The boy took a step back. He didn't know who the name Tang Xianqing was talking about, but he couldn't say "I don't call it the book".

Of course Tang Xianqing would not force him to stop moving forward, saying: "There was Hongdou Acacia in the past, Tang's Hibiscus in the middle, and 100 years later, you have to be responsible."

He couldn't understand anything, but the boy seemed to have sensed something, and he murmured: "Tang... Hibiscus?"

In the next six years, their feelings were not recognized, and they went through all kinds of difficulties and obstacles, but they still came together.

In the same year, Tang Xianqing planned to take Zhishu to see Tang Mujin—but only saw a cold gray tombstone.

Date of death - 50 years ago.

On July [-]th, not many people went to the cemetery, but not too few.Looking around, there are ghosts who are going to wander in hell. The uniform tombstones have cured many obsessive-compulsive disorder patients, but they are so cold that people feel panicked.

Next to the tombstone with Tang Mujin's name on it is his lover's name.

The two people in the photo are hugging each other and smiling sweetly.

A young man stood in front of their joint burial stele, holding a large bouquet of hibiscus flowers and placed them there. When the wind blew gently, several petals floated away.

That was Tang Xingyun whom Tang Xianqing had only met once when he was born.

"The hibiscus flowers are all withered. It would be nice if I could find this bunch for you. Let's show it to my mother." Tang Xingyun patted the tombstone, as if he was drinking with Tang Mujin. Ordinary people, there is no need to commit suicide and follow my mother."

Tang Xianqing thought, at an age of tens of thousands of years, he is still old, and he can barely hear what the kid in front of him said.

Zhishu stood beside him in a daze, subconsciously said in a hoarse voice: "I haven't changed my mind, why did you strangle him to death..."

Tang Xianqing opened his mouth, but couldn't utter a single syllable.

Zhishu also seemed to realize what he said, and tears fell down, hitting the bluestone bricks and quickly getting wet.

That year, when her lover died, Tang Mujin bid farewell to Tang Xingyun peacefully, and died in front of his wife's grave.

That year, the hibiscus flower just withered, and it was accompanied by the soil and became the soil.

In the cemetery where the breeze was blowing, Tang Xianqing seemed to hear Tang Mujin whispering beside him.

"Dad, I actually don't want such a long life...I'm worthless, sorry."

On the tombstone, there are three love letters he wrote for his wife. After 50 years of wind, rain and sun, they have not been worn out.

──When the hibiscus flower is in full bloom, I love you; when the hibiscus flower falls into mud, I love you.

──Travel the world together, and go to the underworld hand in hand.

The wind in Liuhe was too strong, and at some point it hurt people's eyes, and the eye sockets were completely red.

"Why are you crying?" Shang Yi kept staring at Tang Ke from the corner of his eye, and was startled when he saw his red eyes.

Hearing this, Tang Ke let out an "ah" and reflexively touched his face, but he didn't feel the cold wetness, so he gave him a coquettish look.

"Who cried?"

"It's not that your eyes are red?"

Tang Ke: "..."

Feel it carefully, the eyes are a little hot and a little sour.

Tang Ke rubbed her face embarrassingly, and said embarrassedly: "It's just...it's a bit uncomfortable to watch."

Shang Yi frowned, at this moment they were still in Tang Xianqing's Wordless Book, it would be foolish to ask the reason after seeing something uncomfortable.

He also didn't expect Tang Xianqing to live his two lives like this these years.

At this time, he heard Tang Ke say again: "My Tang family has love."

When the words fell to the ground, Shang Yi smiled. He raised his hand and gently touched the corner of Tang Ke's eyes, as if staining his knuckles with the moisture that hadn't gushed out, and then lightly held his hand again, as if holding something easy. Scraps.

He joked: "Is this to admit that he is your great-grandfather?"

Tang Ke didn't shake her head or nod, but said in a muffled voice, "We haven't seen it before."

"Yes," Shang Yi said, "Then why are you crying?"

"I didn't cry," Tang Ke emphasized, glaring at him, "I'll cry when I watch a movie."

Shang Yi: "..."

The actors here are very good. They clearly say they are acting in other people's stories, but when others watch it, they just feel that they are deeply involved in it.

Shang Yi stopped talking, but in his mind he played out the few movies Tang Ke had acted in that he had seen before.

"Gentle Fright" brought him the greatest stamina.

In Tang Xianqing's ever-changing but ever-changing scene, Shang Yi subconsciously clenched Tang Ke's hand.

Tang Mujin died without Tang Xianqing's knowledge, even if he went to hell to find it now, it was too late.

For a moment, he was thinking, has the "price" Hei Wuchang said come true?

"I don't remember you, and I don't remember Mujin either," Zhishu looked at Tang Mujin's tombstone and said, holding back his voice, "but I'm so sad."

"The feeling of liking you is real, and so is the unbearable pain."

He confides his heart to the other party in the death of his loved ones, and continues the relationship without retreating.

Tang Xianqing said: "It's okay, he's just a good friend, it doesn't matter."

He compared Tang Mujin to a less important friend to heal the scars in Zhishu's heart, thinking, fortunately, he only told Zhishu that there was Tang Mujin, but he didn't tell him who Tang Mujin was.

He tried his best to swallow the pain that the two of them should have shared together. For a while, he felt his throat was choked and uncomfortable. After a while, there was something surging in his heart, and the next moment, he vomited a mouthful of blood foam .

With memories and pain in his body, he, a big demon, is finally approaching the critical point and needs a little breakdown.

After the collapse, he said in Zhishu's horrified eyes and worried words: "Fortunately, you are a boy in this life... Even if you are a girl in the future, we will not have children anymore, and we will never have children again. I am afraid of you It hurts... I'm afraid you will hurt..."

He said this over and over again, his voice distorted.

In most cases, the pain is mutual, and each other hurts, but Tang Xianqing thought, when it can still spread in one direction, let's all come to me.

It is nothing more than a practice.

After that, Tang Xianqing somehow persuaded Zhishu's father, and the relationship with his family was eased.

Some lovers finally get married, and they are still blessed to love each other, even if it is only a small part.

Tang Xianqing joked to Zhishu one day ten years later: "Good book, you see that I chase you every time. If there is another time, can you chase me again?"

Zhishu is no longer a boy in his twenties. When he thinks about problems, he will turn over fairy tales and think on the road to reality: "Where can there be so many next times?"

Tang Xianqing: "It's just a metaphor. I didn't expect you to be so annoying now that you don't want to see me..."

His tone lowered, his eyelashes drooped, and he looked heartbroken.

Zhishu's eyes widened, and his pupils were a little flustered: "When did I say that? I'll chase you, I'll chase you, okay, I've been chasing you for 80 years, you promise to experience the joy of being chased later ?”

"That won't work," Tang Xianqing put his arms around the man's shoulders: "Just chase me for a day, 80 years is too long, I can't bear it."

Zhishu let out a disdainful "hum" from the depths of his nasal cavity, letting people hug him, and letting them expose each other to the public.

The four seasons of the year come and go, and they are fixed again and again, but time waits for no one and does not lie.

In this kind of annual ring, another one of Zhishu came to an end.

It wasn't until the last second when his breathing gradually stopped that his memory floated in front of his eyes like a broken seal, and each scene became a witness like watching flowers on a horse.

Zhishu's cloudy eyes looked at Tang Xianqing who was sitting next to his bed with the same face, and expressed with his eyes forcefully: "Shemale has different ways, it's enough to see my old and blessed appearance twice, let's stop here."

I don't know if Tang Xianqing understood it, but he just gently kissed the back of Zhishu's hand as he did many times before, but this time the person in his heart didn't give him any response.

The strength in the hand was limp, and there was no more breath──Zhishu left.

Tang Xianqing calmly sorted out his funeral and let him rest in peace, as if this kind of thing will be done many times in the future, so he will no longer be sad in advance, so the mood is not the same as the first time Open and close with great sorrow and joy.

He thought that he would still feel where Acacia Red Bean was like last time, and he was ready to wait another 100 years in a big deal.

But when he came to Huangquan Road and could no longer feel that little affection, he discovered that there is no book in the underworld.

He couldn't find it.

Hell on earth, he didn't have the slightest clue or clue.

Tang Xianqing panicked. This time, he began to think deeply about what the "price" Hei Wuchang meant.

Should he let his son commit suicide, or let him and Zhishu never meet again?

He went to the Lord of the Underworld after going through the punishment that seemed to erode his bones, and said to him with scars all over his body: "I will bear the mistakes I made, can you let everything stop here?"

Nether King of Pluto sat on a high and gloomy seat, turned his head when he heard the words, and replied: "No."

Then he stared at Tang Xianqing for a few more times, and asked something wrong: "Are you from Liuhe, or are you from modern times?"

Tang Xianqing was so focused on Zhishu that he couldn't hear the question: "Then can you tell me, is my lover here?"

You Ming held his chin with one hand, feeling bored, closed his eyes and meditated: "Not here."

People are ruthless, let alone ghosts.Nether is in samadhi, and he never asks about the emotional trifles of the third life and the third life after.

The other shore flower also closed its coquettish and curly petals at the moment when he closed his eyes, sending off the guest silently.

Tang Xianqing left the underworld and ran all over the world, trying to sense the red bean wherever he went.

It's strange, sometimes when he clearly sensed it, he hurried to find it in the direction, and the contact disappeared before he had time to be happy.

It was as if... Hongdou was joking with him, the closer he was, the less it wanted to be perceived.

After about 200 years like this, when he returned to the city empty-handed again, Tang Xianqing rescued an injured little fox in a sparsely populated woods.

The little fox may be playful, and ran out while the family was not paying attention, and was stared at by a beast that shouldn't be there, and bit his shoulder. Very bloody.

The little guy struggled, trembling with fright, his body was covered in blood.

Tang Xianqing was no longer the character of "drawing out his sword to help when the road is uneven". He watched the farce silently for a long time.

It wasn't until the little fox's cry was so miserable, and when the beast let out a provocative low growl at him, that the veins on Tang Xianqing's forehead twitched lightly, and he couldn't help but slapped the beast to death. .

After being rescued, the little fox was lying on the ground dying, without bandaging or taking care of it, there was a high probability that he would die.

In the end, Tang Xianqing couldn't make up his mind and turned around and left, taking him by his side.

A few days later, he discovered that the fox was still a monster, but he was so frightened when he was bitten that day, he didn't even think of using monster power to fight back.

Stupid as hell.

After one month, the little fox's injury was completely healed. Tang Xianqing began to chase away people indifferently, but it didn't leave.

Not only did he not leave, but he also followed Tang Xianqing's ass and said, "I didn't see anyone else around you, so it won't matter if you take me with you. I have no relatives, I'm a lone demon."

Tang Xianqing ignored him, and the little fox quickly said, "I don't even know your name. My name is Shu Shu!"

"Very comfortable Shushu!"

Tang Xianqing's body froze, he lowered his head and stared at Shu Shu without blinking, as if trying to find something familiar from him.

With trembling hands, he used his demon power to detect the existence of Hongdou Acacia.

One minute later, Tang Xianqing withdrew the demonic power that he hadn't sensed, and his usual indifference returned to his face.

This little fox does not have lovesickness on his body, but in the end Tang Xianqing let Shu Shu get to know him, even though he is not enthusiastic at all, even if they have not seen each other for several years at a time, Shu Shu has become the only one by his side for hundreds of years The presence.

Just because of the book... surnamed Shu.

"Some things happened later, let me know that retribution is not good, I only have one idea." Tang Xianqing said in a low voice: "I want to take back that red bean lovesickness..."

Tang Xianqing, who had already come out of the Wordless Book, looked a little dazed, and almost murmured these words.

The face of Shu Shu when he was a child is still circling in Tang Ke's mind. He really didn't expect Shu Shu to start liking Tang Xianqing so long ago.

Therefore, when he came out of the Wordless Heavenly Book, he was still in a daze.

and……

In the end, it was Shang Yi who answered Tang Xianqing's words: "If you can't find anyone, how can you get lovesickness?"

"Yeah..." Tang Xianqing stood up and walked out as if wandering in the sky: "I can't find anyone."

In the next second, he disappeared without a trace, very quickly, but the distorted afterimage still couldn't hide his panic.

Tang Ke asked, "Did he go to see the old uncle?"

Shang Yi: "Maybe."

In order for Tang Ke to get to know him from the beginning to the end, Tang Xianqing's Wordless Book started when he was in Liuhe, but his original intention was always to see where his lover went.

Tang Ke asked: "Didn't you say that the person who entered the wordless book just attached his soul to his past self. Then where did Mr. Tang's soul go, and why did he see it just now?"

Shang Yi looked at him sideways and raised his eyebrows: "I am the owner of the book."

It means that he can do whatever he wants the book to do. Of course, it must be based on the fact that things have happened and are true.

After Shu Zhishu's second life died, before his soul was taken away by black and white impermanence, he covered himself on the body of a newborn fox as if to die, and he was not afraid of losing his mind and soul.As a result, he still had consciousness, became a monster, and turned into a human form.

He was rescued by Tang Xianqing when he was over 100 years old.

So fate is really an unexplainable thing. He doesn't want to make people feel better, and he has to implicate two people.

They can't figure it out all the time, they can only let them maintain this fate in joy, anger, sorrow and joy, otherwise regret and regret are more painful things.

Can't touch, can't touch.

But tens of thousands of people in the world, tens of thousands of people have already embarked on the untouchable path, and in the end they can only rely on making up for the follow-up, seeking peace of mind and an explanation.

It can be regarded as a belated return from a lost journey, and it is not too late to turn around and come to the shore when you wake up halfway.

The villa was very quiet. Tang Ke was thirsty, and wanted to stand up to get a glass of water, but just as she was halfway up, she was pulled back by a force that didn't let go.

Tang Ke took advantage of the opportunity to look down at the hands that had come out of the Wordless Heavenly Book and were still holding each other. There was a "buzz" in his mind. He felt that he had blasphemed his god.

Tang Ke shook off Shang Yi's hand abruptly, jumped up several meters away from him, and blinked twice to hide it: "Are you thirsty, let me pour you a glass of water?"

Shang Yi: "..."

Shang Yi shook hands, felt it for a moment, and his expression was unkind: "I'm short of your glass of water?"

"No shortage..." Tang Ke turned and walked out: "I'm short, I'm going to drink water."

Like a primary school student, he had to report to the police after drinking water, Shang Yi laughed behind him.

He said, "Toffee Tang."

Tang Ke stopped and turned around: "Ah? What's wrong?"

"The Tang family is out of love." Shang Yi stood up and approached him: "Are you?"

He didn't know why he wanted to ask such a question, but the words came out of his mouth.

Having entered so many other people's wordless books, and read so many stories of love and hatred, he was unwilling to think about it before, but now that Tang Xianqing is blessing in the book, Shang Yi only feels that something is gradually collapsing, making him He has to think and think from beginning to end.

For the first time, he began to face this strange feeling directly. Although he couldn't explain it clearly, he wanted to...

He should be emotional.

"I have never experienced it." Shang Yi whispered, his eyes were burning, as if he could seduce people: "But I think I am."

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