Half-dead paulownia

"Guiyue, what are you looking for on the ground?" Li Gui at the door suddenly spoke, even with some doubts.

"Li Gui is talking to me?" Guiyue was even more surprised when she heard the sudden voice, "Wait, Li Gui knows my name?" The ghost took a good look at it.

Do ghosts walk on two feet?Isn't it said that it floats off the ground?And that face, which can be vaguely seen clearly under the slight moonlight, is somewhat familiar.

"Zi...Ziye?" Guiyue finally confirmed that what she saw was indeed Ziye who was always radiant and could not tolerate any flaws. "Who are you?" His haggard face now seemed a little embarrassed.

"The cherry tomatoes in this season are really not delicious." Ziye said, but he still handed the cherry tomatoes to his mouth, and the red juice still flowed out from the corner of his mouth.

Guiyue looked at Ziye in surprise, although she could clearly distinguish the people and things in front of her, but there was still no charm in her dull eyes, like a walking dead.

"Midnight?" Guiyue felt that something was wrong, and shouted again.

It's almost midnight, but he doesn't seem to have any other reaction, he still stands there, continuing to gnaw the cherry tomatoes that wantonly flow out of his hands as if no one else was there.

Guiyue looked at Ziye in front of her eyes, finally gave up the idea of ​​calling him, immediately stretched out two fingers, closed her eyes tightly, and sat cross-legged, with puffs of smoke continuously rising from the back of her head, her internal force gradually gathered between her fingers, and stood up Turning around in the air, he pointed his finger at the middle of the top of his head, and after a while, he jumped over Ziye's head.

In just an instant, the virgin fruit slipped from the fingertips and rolled onto the cold ground, and Ziye also fell into the arms of Guiyue who had been prepared.

(Maple Leaf Studio)

There are thousands of thoughts, like a thousand years, how can people in the world understand that the whole day is the silence of a lifetime?The nostalgia tied into a knot is, after all, an inextricable nightmare.

The autumn wind is indeed a bit dry, not as warm as spring, not as cold as winter. It seems that in this decadence, impetuousness and restlessness are stirred, and even the air is filled with a touch of sadness.

Xiao Jinmo looked at the guards with layers of handles outside, like a bird locked in a bamboo cage. Although he longed to fly, he was nostalgic for his master and would rather wear the shackles.

I know that Anling Yuhao will come here, but I still feel lonely occasionally, because I don't have much memory, so I have to try my best to remember those traces that are sometimes even wet. I don't know how long this kind of suffering will last.

Don't want to look up at the sky alone, because you have no shoulders to support you, so your neck will be sore.

In the room, Xiao Jinmo sat sideways in front of the bamboo window, resting his left hand on his chin, looking sideways, reminiscing about his thoughts in the moonlight, the lonely shadow swayed on the thin paper with the flickering candlelight, it seemed unwilling This loneliness, desperately trying to get rid of something.

Suddenly, the candlelight flickered violently for a moment, and then completely extinguished, giving off a smell of tar.

"Yu Hao?" In the darkness, he saw a figure that seemed to be shaking.

"Whoever you want is whoever you want." Sure enough, a man's voice sounded, but he couldn't tell who it was.

"You're not!" Xiao Jinmo directly denied that person's answer, but he said calmly.

"Do you really hope it's him?" He seemed a little displeased, but he didn't have a strong tone, instead he continued: "But even if Anling Yuhao is really standing in front of you, would you recognize him? I'm afraid Not necessarily."

Such seemingly meaningful words immediately made Xiao Jinmo uneasy.

"Who the hell are you?" Instinctively, Xiao Jinmo became vigilant, and Xiao Jinmo never expected that other people would find out about this matter that only he knew.

"That depends on whether you remember or not. Does the picture scroll remember a person named Duguao? But for such a completely unimportant person, it seems that there is no need to remember it at all." Unexpectedly said without any concealment out.

"Duguao? You are Duguao? You finally appeared." How could Xiao Jinmo not remember the man with whom he had an important promise. "Are you here to take me away?" Without waiting for Duguao's answer, he revealed a bit of loneliness.

"Do you want to break the agreement that day?" Duguao asked evilly.

"That's not true. I should have gone with you when I came to Anling Imperial City. I didn't expect to be able to stay here for a long time. I'm satisfied." Xiao Jinmo didn't seem to feel it. Any complaints and anger are still full of contentment.

Listening to Xiao Jinmo's answer, the man in the darkness seemed to have stopped for a moment without making any sound.

"Xiao Jinmo, I really want to take you away, but not in this way. This is not an exchange, I'm making you willing." The tone was suddenly affirmative.

"What do you mean?" Xiao Jinmo was a little puzzled, he couldn't understand what this man named Duguao was saying.

"Actually, I lied to you. There is no deal between you and me. Those are all fictions. The words that I can help Anling Yuhao are just to prove that you have indeed lost your memory, and relying on The memory on the picture scroll exists by itself, so from the time you walked out of the inn to talk to me that night, I knew the answer, so you don’t have to guess anything yourself, it is indeed your picture scroll that has been tampered with.” I can feel Xiao Jin Mo's heavy breathing seems to be able to feel the strong beating of his heart, "But don't worry, in addition to adding some things to prove your amnesia, your daily nostalgia and nostalgia have indeed happened."

"Why did you tell me this?" Xiao Jinmo resisted his pain, his body was covered with cuts and bruises, and he was riddled with holes enough to withstand the current blow.

"As long as you don't write it down today, you can forget it tomorrow, so whether you say it or not is just a day away." It seems that Xiao Jinmo has completely controlled his habits. "Oh, by the way, I forgot to tell you, whether to remember or not, from now on, I, Duguao, have the final say."

Xiao Jinmo was shocked by Dugu Ao's sudden words, the meaning of these words, I am afraid that people who don't understand the truth will understand.

"What do you want?" Xiao Jinmo naturally understood that Duguao's coming today was not that simple.

"I want to restart everything in you, including your memory." Duguao finally stated the purpose of his trip.

But before he finished speaking, he moved to Xiao Jinmo's side, and easily snatched the important scroll.

"Everything from your previous life is in it. Once it is destroyed, you can never go back." Duguao held the scroll, and under the gloomy atmosphere, announced the terrifying result.

Xiao Jinmo, who could hardly speak anymore, no longer had any energy to ask questions, because his wheel of fate was already in the hands of others, and he thought that his life was running out. , I want to leave all the best to the most important people around me, but now, even this broken life is going to be deprived?

Xiao Jinmo, Xiao Jinmo, what kind of profligacy in the previous life caused such twists and turns in this life, always reluctant to let go, but helpless.

It would be futile to think about it no matter what, even if the guards were alarmed, the picture scroll would still be taken away, so with an empty shell, how could I have the heart to give myself to others, how could I let them accept myself like this?

At the moment when the will was once again eroded by my so-called kindness, I suddenly remembered the lessons of everyone in the past, no matter what the result is, don't leave casually, this will only increase the pain of everyone, since they are all relatives, Why can't we bear it together?Because of such deep love, we must trust each other even more.

Xiao Jinmo suddenly understood a lot at this moment, "I know you hate Anling Yuhao, you can also take the scroll away, I just hope you can leave me this last memory intact, I want to let the past Don't leave any regrets for yourself, after all, Xiao Jinmo will completely disappear in this world soon, please let me go through it for myself? Then I will leave my life to you to dispose of at will."

Faced with such bitter begging, Duguao actually felt a bit oppressed in his chest, like a boulder pressing on it, very uneasy.

"Anyway, there is not much time left. Even if you rewrite those memories all night without sleep, I am afraid that in your current state, it will be futile, right? When the sun rises, it is the time when we meet." Dugu Ao unexpectedly He didn't refuse Xiao Jinmo's request, so he could have ignored it too much, because after tonight, everything would be rewritten, but he made an inexplicable promise.

Feeling that Duguao was about to leave, Xiao Jinmo asked again: "I just want to know, since you have already confessed so much, why do you still put yourself in this darkness? Could it be Hiding yourself deliberately, don't you want to leave your disgusting appearance in the last memory of my life?" Without the tenderness of the past, it pierced the frozen air like a dagger.

There was no answer, just feeling a gust of cold wind blowing, and there was a trace of breath missing in the air, leaving Xiao Jinmo alone.

Finally, I don’t want to continue to compromise, and I am willing to face everything even if my body is smashed to pieces. I no longer face it with patience, but to tell everything. This is the only chance to continue, and I also want to give the right of rebirth to the most important thing in my life. people.

There was no time to think too much, because there was not much time left, Xiao Jinmo almost ran away all the way, causing the guards outside to be at a loss for a moment, but they followed closely behind for protection.

On the way to the main hall, Xiao Jinmo just remembered that Anling Yuhao accompanied Ling Zining back to Huanzhao Capital. At this moment, he couldn't help feeling hopeless. Could it be that this is really an arrangement of fate?After thinking about it, even if he is not there, he can tell Guiyue and the others first, at least he is trustworthy.

Then remembering that they were arranged in Jubinyuan, she turned around and continued to walk, impatiently deciding to tell the whole story.