Can you give me the broken impermanence?

"Little master, why don't you dare to look at me?"

The face of the man in the dream was blurred, asking him with a seductive tone.

He looked away in a panic, not daring to look at that person, because if he looked at him one more time, he would sink even deeper.

Song Qingming slowly opened his eyes, and a ray of light penetrated into the room through the gap in the door. He tried hard to recall the voice in his dream just now, and it was clearly Xie Yu.

He really didn't know why Xie Yu would call him little master.

Rubbing the corners of his eyes, he didn't expect that he would have the courage to doze off in the illusion, and then he found himself leaning on someone's shoulder.

His gaze shifted to the boy beside him who closed his eyes, and he shrank back in shock: "Thank you, Xie Yu?!"

Hearing his voice, Xie Yu's long eyelashes trembled slightly, and he quietly opened his eyes. There was still a little tiredness at the end of the eyes, but they added some color to this delicate face.

In just a nap, this person has grown from a seven-year-old to a handsome boy?

Xie Yu lowered his eyes to glance at the plain white clothes on his body, and then at his hands. He was not surprised, and said softly, "This is about when I was...17 years old."

As he said that, he looked at Song Qingming who hadn't regained his composure: "Ah Jin should come to see me soon."

Song Qingming stared at him blankly, then turned his head with a light cough after a while, and asked, "Has your family not visited you in the past ten years?"

Xie Yu leaned his head against the wall: "The people outside don't allow them to come. It seems that in the past ten years, except for the people who come to deliver food every day, I have only had contact with ghosts and Buddhas."

There is no more terrible punishment than loneliness, Xie Yu seems to be locked in a suffocating box, enduring the torment of Ling Chi's soul.

Song Qingming looked at Xie Yu, and just happened to meet his gaze. The Xie Yu in his youth was less aggressive, and more gentle and handsome than before.

It's different Xie Yu...

Song Qingming watched him lost in thought, and it took him a long time to come back to his senses, and hurriedly looked away embarrassedly.

Noticing Song Qingming's avoidance, Xie Yu found the fun, propped himself up to Song Qingming's ear with one hand, and asked in a low voice, "Why don't you dare to look at me?"

Xie Yu's voice overlapped with the voice in the dream, Song Qingming was stunned, and the familiar feeling became clearer.

Xie Yu's hand slid down his cheeks, and finally stopped on her Adam's apple, but the itching left along the way couldn't stop there, and went all the way into Song Qingming's heart.

"So you like the way I looked when I was young..." Xie Yu paused for a while, and then his voice sank when he spoke again: "Although this look is also me, I still feel a little bit annoyed."

Feeling cold all over, realizing that Xie Yu was angry, Song Qingming looked over in puzzlement: "What are you fuming about?"

It was rare that Xie Yu couldn't see tenderness in his eyes, and said, "You seem to like the me in the past more than the me in the present."

Song Qingming blinked blankly, and finally burst out laughing: "You even eat your own vinegar?"

Xie Yu was silent, his eyes fell on the smile on his lips.

Before Song Qingming could say anything, Xie Yu leaned over and kissed his lips.

The slightly cold touch rolled over his lips, with a little annoyance, until it started to warm up, and then the annoyance turned into greed.

After a long time, Xie Yu retreated slowly, looking at Song Qingming in a daze with satisfaction, "I finally plucked you from the sky, even when I was young, I can't take you away."

Song Qingming didn't know the difference between the Xie Yu when he was a teenager and the Xie Yu now, and he couldn't argue with Xie Yu about it, so he could only look forward while covering his heart and blushing.

Having got a bargain, the corners of Xie Yuyu's lips could no longer hide the smile.

A soft voice suddenly sounded outside the door: "Brother."

The two looked at the door together, and the voice outside the door continued: "I am Ah Jin, brother, do you still remember me?"

Xie Yu looked at the heavy door and didn't respond.

There was no response, and Xie Jin outside the door was also silent for a long time, and when he spoke again, his voice was already choked up: "Mother... passed away three days ago, and I will only have you as a family member from now on."

Song Qingming looked at Xie Yu worriedly, but Xie Yu had no expression on his face, and still looked at the door indifferently.

Probably because he has experienced all these, he will no longer be sad.

Xie Jin: "Now I am the new witch, my divination is very accurate, and they all trust me, bro, if you wait a little longer, I will definitely find a way to get you out..."

Xie Yu interrupted her in a cold voice: "I have been waiting for ten years, don't give me such expectations."

Xie Jin outside the door paused for a moment, then said softly, "I'm sorry."

Xie Yu clenched his fists: "Why do you say sorry? It's not you who imprisoned me. I already owe you an eye, and I don't want to owe you more."

"Brother..." Xie Jin stuffed something through the small food delivery door on weekdays, and said in a low voice: "I will come to see you again."

When the sound outside was completely silent, Xie Yu stood up and walked to the small door that was less than half of the calf.

There was a crumpled paper crane lying on the ground, he bent down to pick it up, his face was still calm.

Song Qingming looked at the paper crane in his hand strangely: "Why did she give you the paper crane?"

Xie Yu: "She couldn't fold origami cranes well when she was a child, so I taught her for a long time."

Song Qingming caught a glimpse of the smile in his eyes, and said helplessly: "Did you love duplicity when you were young? She came to see you, and you were clearly happy in your heart. Why did you become so cold when you opened your mouth?"

The paper crane dissipated in Xie Yu's palm in the blink of an eye, Xie Yu closed his palm and said: "I want her to leave Wuwang Township more than her coming to see me, but I have become her bondage."

Since that day, Xie Jin often came secretly at night, and every time he came, he would bring something, sometimes paper and pen, sometimes a script, no matter how indifferent Xie Yu's tone was, Xie Jin would always respond with a smile.

Unlike Xie Yu, Xie Jin is full of vigor, which makes Xie Jin, who is already like a flower, even more lovable. The only pity is that there is a hideous scar on Xie Jin's left eye, and the eyes are also dim. Light.

"Brother, the scripture I brought you today is very interesting."

"Brother, the pear blossoms in front of our house are blooming. I specially picked the best bunch and brought it to you."

"Brother, today's offerings are extremely delicious, I secretly hid a few pieces, you can taste it..."

The girl always comes with a smile, as if there is sunshine outside this dark room.

It's just that Song Qingming knew that this was all an illusion.

He followed the girl to see the scene outside. Those people who had clamored to sacrifice Xie Yu still maintained their original madness and pressed an innocent woman to the ground.

"The patriarch didn't make a marriage contract for you, yet you dare to have a private meeting with a man! You will bring disaster to us, and the witch must get rid of you!"

The woman howled that she was not wrong, but no one listened to her excuse. Everyone turned their eyes to the panicked Xie Jin, handed over the dagger, and said coldly: "Kill her!"

Xie Jin shook his head and stepped back: "I, I can't..."

Someone glared at Xie Jin viciously: "You, as a witch, don't perform your duties, don't you know what will happen?!"

Of course Xie Jin knew how Di's mother died, and he still vividly remembered it.

It seems that witches are held high and high by others, but in fact they are just puppets that these lunatics can manipulate at will, and life and death are pinched in the hands of others.

The dagger was forcibly stuffed into her hand, and then someone grabbed her wrist and forcibly inserted the dagger into the innocent woman's belly. Blood splashed on Xie Jin's skirt. She threw away the dagger and ran home in horror, huddled He hugged himself tightly in the corner.

The feeling of the sharp blade piercing the human body cannot be washed away with clean water.

She bit her lip to hold back her crying, and big teardrops fell down.

The sky is bright, but she seems to be living in a dark place. It seems that she can only be freed by escaping from the land of nowhere.

It's just that she didn't want to say these words to Xie Yu, she couldn't leave her only family member behind, and she didn't want Xie Yu who had been imprisoned all this time, because she would add more burdens.

When Xie Jin was crying, a man walked into the house.

"A Jin."

Hearing the voice, Xie Jin raised his head and asked with a sob: "Zhou Feng? Why are you here?"

Looking at her red eyes, Zhou Feng frowned, took out a handkerchief from his arms, knelt down and handed it to her: "I know you don't want to kill that woman."

Xie Jin panicked for a moment: "I..."

Zhou Feng: "Don't be afraid, I'm different from them. I don't believe in ghosts and Buddhas. That's obviously a disaster. They all worship like demons."

Hearing what he said, Xie Jin quickly covered his mouth: "Hush, you will be heard."

The two looked at each other, and Xie Jin came back to his senses after a while, blushing and retracting his hands, Zhou Feng also looked away embarrassedly.

After Song Qingming returned to Xie Yu's side, he sighed and said, "There are pigs thinking about your sister, this cabbage."

Xie Yu replied very calmly: "I know."

Song Qingming: "Do you know that man named Zhou Feng?"

Xie Yu: "When he was a child, he liked to follow me and Ah Jin. Although he is not smart, he is the only sober person in Wuwang Township."

Hearing Xie Yu's comment on Zhou Feng, Song Qingming felt that he probably didn't hate this person.

When Xie Jin came again, all the things he brought turned into a book about love and love.

Xie Yu casually picked up one and flipped through it, then coolly asked: "You like to watch these things recently?"

Xie Jin, who was outside the door, explained in a panic: "Recently... recently, many people have passed around the book, and I accidentally got a few copies. It's also... very interesting."

Xie Yu looked at Song Qingming, and said seriously: "Ah Jin is not as good as me in this regard, he really knows how to lie."

Remembering Xie Yu's lie, Song Qingming pinched Xie Yu's face through gritted teeth: "Is this something to be proud of?"

Xie Jin continued: "Brother, do you still remember Zhou Feng who always played with us when we were young?"

Xie Yu replied in a deep voice: "Yes."

After he finished answering, there was no sound outside the door.

Song Qingming thought Xie Jin had left, but it took him a while to hear hesitant voices outside the door.

"You, what do you think of others?"

Xie Yu said bluntly, "Not good."

Hearing this answer, Xie Jin panicked: "Why is it not good? Zhou Feng has often taken care of me these years, and I think he is very good."

Sensing that the little girl outside the door was getting nervous, Song Qingming suddenly had the mentality of an old mother, looked at Xie Yu and complained: "Didn't you say that only Zhou Feng is sober? Now you are saying that he is not good, knowing your sister's thoughts, Are you intentionally embarrassing her?"

Xie Yu explained helplessly: "That's what I answered at that time. I was imprisoned here for more than ten years, and I didn't understand Zhou Feng's character at that time, so I could only answer like this."

"Then you can truthfully say that you don't know." Song Qingming rolled his eyes at him.

Xie Yu was a little dumbfounded, and didn't know whose sister the little girl outside the door was.

After Xie Jin left, Xie Yu started to flip through those scripts, and Song Qingming also glanced at them. The stories on them made his face a little hot, and seeing Xie Yu's serious appearance, Song Qingming held his chin and said, "No Thinking that you like reading this kind of script so much."

Xie Yu: "It's not like I like it, but I still have to read it carefully, so that I can use these stories to make someone happy in the future."

Song Qingming frowned: "Who is making fun?"

After Xie Yu answered, Xie Jin's voice sounded outside the door again.

Three days have passed in the fantasy world for their small effort to read the picture book.

Xie Jin asked softly outside: "Brother, have you read the scriptures I gave you a few days ago?"

Xie Yu looked down at the script, and gave a perfunctory 'hmm'.

Xie Jin tugged at the hem of her skirt, her face was tinged with shyness, and it took a long time before she asked, "Brother, have you ever liked someone?"

This is a good question, Song Qingming was also very concerned, and immediately turned to look at Xie Yu.

Xie Yu smiled and replied: "I was imprisoned when I was seven years old, and I was only with you and Zhou Feng before I was seven years old. Do you think I will like Zhou Feng?"

Xie Jin quickly said: "No, no!"

After another while, Xie Jin leaned against the door and looked at the first quarter moon in the sky, and muttered to himself in a daze: "It's really good to like someone, even if you don't get a response from the other party, just liking him Everything is good in my heart.”

Before Xie Yu could respond, she smiled again and said, "Brother, in the future you will meet someone you like very much, and then you will understand what I mean."

Xie Yu asked: "Do you have someone you like?"

Xie Jin smiled wryly: "You know, the witch's marriage is not up to me."

Xie Yu lowered his eyes and said softly for a long time: "Leave me alone, just leave here."

Xie Jin didn't answer, got up and left after a long time.

Song Qingming asked strangely: "What do you mean you can't control your marriage?"

Xie Yu: "This is the rule of Wuwang Township. Witch girls are born with the ability to divination and pray for blessings. Wuwang Township regards witches as messengers to communicate with ghosts and Buddhas, and worships witches. But likewise, witches must dedicate their lives to Wuwang Township. In order to pass on the role of witch, the marriage of the witch must be decided by all the people in Wuwang Township. In the end, most of the witches married powerful people in Wuwang Township. sex."

Everyone is the master together, but you cannot be the master.

After listening, Song Qingming frowned and said: "Then your father..."

Xie Yu: "My mother is considered lucky. Although she doesn't have any love for my father, my father treats her very well. The two of them are considered harmonious. It's a pity that when we were three years old, my father suffered from an incurable serious illness. , and finally passed away."

The more he understood Xie Yu, the more Song Qingming felt distressed.

Not long after, the room became gloomy and cold again, and Song Qingming immediately guessed that it was the ghost Buddha.

The ghost Buddha's voice sounded in the shadows: "Boy, give me your blood."

Xie Yu didn't make any resistance, he cut his palm as usual, and blood flowed out.

The slime turned into ghost Buddha sucked Xie Yu's blood greedily, this time it sucked more than before, Xie Yu frowned and said: "It seems that you have a good appetite today."

Hearing his sneer, Ghost Buddha sneered: "I'm going to grab my things back, so naturally I have to eat more to have the strength to grab them."

After being satisfied, the ghost Buddha disappeared immediately, and for a long time after that, the ghost Buddha didn't come again, and Xie Yu didn't know where the ghost Buddha went during this time.

Until one night, Xie Jin came and said happily outside the door: "Brother, the ghost Buddha is injured. They will prepare a new sacrificial ceremony in seven days, and they urgently need many living people for the ghost Buddha to feed on. At that time, everyone will gather In front of the wooden stakes used for sacrifices, ghosts and Buddhas choose, let's escape at that time, escape from Wuwang Township, and never come back again!"

Xie Yu's eyes darkened.

After a long time, Song Qingming heard his murmuring voice: "Ah Jin, run away..."

The voice behind him faded away and could no longer be heard clearly.

Song Qingming also guessed that this might be the last time Xie Yu saw Xie Jin.

Until Xie Jin left, Xie Yu didn't speak again.

The sun was rising and the moon was setting quickly outside the door, and it didn't stop until it became evening. Xie Yu was left alone in the hut, and Song Qingming went out, wanting to see what Xie Jin had experienced in the end.

Those people prepared delicious food and wine, even though they knew that a living life would be sacrificed next, they still laughed happily, sang loudly, and praised the gods who protected them.

But the woman You|You, who was stunned by them, woke up, but couldn't laugh at all.

Xie Jin was tied to a stake, and as the sun went down, people gathered towards her.

"Master Ghost Buddha said that the blood of a witch is a treasure. Compared with your brother Xie Yu, you are more suitable for healing."

"Let me go!" Xie Jin struggled hard, but the rope binding his body did not loosen.

They approached slowly with knives, all of them had weird smiles on their faces.

This is the first time they have sacrificed to the witch, and in order to pay respect to the witch, naturally there must be a different ceremony.

They cut Xie Jin's throat with a blade, watched her scream silently in pain, and watched her blood cascade down the stake until Xie Jin couldn't breathe.

Then came their carnival. Someone cut off the witch's head and hung it high, praying for a year of good weather. Someone cut off the skin of the witch's back, which can be made into a delicate fan. Someone cut off the witch's ten fingers and strung them together after drying. , Said to be the best jewelry in the world...

Song Qingming turned and fled in fear.

People are always afraid of ghosts, but they don't know that being ugly is much more terrifying than ghosts.

When he ran back to the hut, Xie Yu was sitting in the corner, looking ahead expressionlessly.

Song Qingming trotted over and hugged Xie Yu tightly: "I'm sorry, I really regret it, I shouldn't have asked about your past, I shouldn't have brought you here..."

Xie Yu pressed his chin against his shoulder, lowered his eyebrows slightly, and raised his hand to hug him after a while.

Even in such a cold time, hugging Song Qingming can give me a lot of warmth.

Xie Yu said weakly: "Qingming, can I hold you all the time?"

Song Qingming nodded quickly: "Yes, I will never let you go."

Xie Yu laughed: "You said this, and I will remember it when I go out."

Not knowing whether Xie Yu's composure at the moment was faking or real, Song Qingming said worriedly: "Xie Yu, if you are sad, just cry."

Xie Yu didn't show any sadness, but twisted a lock of his hair around his fingers to play with, and the corners of his lips slowly curled into a cold smile.

"Why cry? My favorite part is about to begin."