I advise madmen to be good people

When he returned to the hot spring inn, Ming Yixin's blood-stained injury scared Guan Yin to death.

She probably thought we had been assassinated outside, and she wanted to come forward to inquire in a hurry, but after seeing my face, the expression on her face changed from worry to shock.

"You, who are you?"

She stared at the round almond eyes, almost staring at the flowers on my face.

"Where is Mr. Song?"

Only then did I remember that the fake skin on my face had fallen off, and my appearance must be quite different now.

"I'm Song Zishan, and I've been disguised before."

She recognized my voice, but the surprise on her face remained undiminished, and even showed an undisguised astonishment.

"Oh my god, Mr. Song, you are too good-looking! You are almost equal to the Ming Sect Master!"

Comparing me with Ming Yixin's appearance is really the greatest compliment to my appearance.

Guan Yin couldn't hide his excitement, and wanted to chat with me for a few words, so he was about to find a mirror to show me the beauty.

Being supported by me, Ming Yixin seemed a little impatient, glanced at her sullenly, and made her shut up like a chill before she could speak, took two steps back, turned around and ran away like a rabbit .

"Don't be so fierce all the time."

I sighed lightly.

"Look, I've scared away all my beauty fans. I wanted to hear her praise me more."

Ming also disagrees.

"No matter how good your appearance is, it's just false. After a hundred years, it will be a pile of dead bones. What is there to brag about? What I value is never your appearance, but your soul. Even if you are ugly and rough, you are better than me." There are thousands of beautiful things in the world.”

I was taken aback.

After reacting, there seemed to be a hot current wading through my heart, which was warm and harmonious.

His words sounded like complaints, but they were actually complimenting me.

After all, my appearance does not belong to me now, but my soul is the real body.

How did this man manage to say the most provocative love words in the most ordinary tone?

Ming Yixin didn't feel that he was blowing my rainbow fart at all, and the expression on his face even showed a bit of disgust.

"Don't get carried away after listening to other people's flattery. You must know that many people talk sweetly, but stab you in the back. You are so stupid. Sooner or later, there are no bones left to be eaten."

The spring water ripples that had just appeared in my heart suddenly disappeared.

The truth is this truth, but do you have to say it now?

In terms of destroying the atmosphere, Ming Yixin can really be called the best in the world.

Sometimes I even wonder if I have too many illusions and have been acting passionate.

Ming Yixin looked really tired, he didn't even go to the hot spring to take a bath, and when he entered the room, he slumped lazily on the chaise longue, his blood-stained and dusty robe dragged down the floor, making his That otherworldly face was a bit haggard and dilapidated.

I took the medicine Guan Yin sent, sat on the low stool next to the chaise longue, reached out to take his scarred arm, rolled up my sleeves, and debrided and bandaged his wound.

Although it was only a skin trauma, the cuts looked bloody and bloody, which was horrifying. How painful it must be.

Ming Yixin had an indifferent expression on his face. When I wiped the edge of the wound with medicinal wine, he didn't even frown, as if he didn't feel any pain.

"Are you really not in pain?"

I finally couldn't help asking.

"I had a small cut in my hand before, and I almost passed out from the pain when I was disinfected with iodine. You have been injured like this, why are you still acting like nothing happened? There are no outsiders here, don't be burdened by idols, Shout pain when you need to cry, cry when you need to cry, I will not laugh at you."

"cry?"

Ming Yixin sneered, and leaned his head on the back of the imperial concubine chair.

"Since I was seven years old, I have suffered countless times like this. What's the use of crying? Will the pain you suffer be relieved? Acting like a weak person will only increase the joke and danger." , it's no use anymore."

His tone was light, but I heard pain from it.

This pain did not come from his wounds, but from his long-sealed heart.

I remember that he once said that when he was young, he was separated from his parents and had a hard life without anyone to take care of him.

At that time, I only thought that suffering referred to lack of food and clothing, but now it seems that it is not that simple.

"Can you talk to me?"

I lowered my eyes and added softly while wrapping his hands with a white cloth.

"Something about your childhood."

Ming Yixin glanced sideways at me, his thin lips that had lost all color were slightly curled up.

"That's not an interesting new experience, why do you want to hear this?"

"Just treat it as if I want to remember bitterness and sweetness." I said, "In this way, I can be like you in the future, and won't cry because I got hurt."

"You are not allowed to get hurt."

His voice turned cold instantly.

"Such an unlucky word, don't say it, take it back."

I don't see how superstitious you are.

How can the words spoken and the water spilled be taken back?

Haven't you learned the idiom that it's hard to get over the water?

I was a little unconvinced at first, but after meeting his cool eyes, I immediately shrank my neck to express my compromise.

"Okay, I take it back."

He didn't speak anymore, and the room was silent. Just when I finished bandaging him and thought he was about to fall asleep with his eyes closed, he suddenly spoke.

"I was only two years old when I left my parents."

This nonsensical sentence made me stunned for a while, and then I suddenly realized that he was planning to tell me about the past. I pulled the chair closer to him and put on a look of listening attentively. .

Ming Yixin hooked a strand of hair hanging on my chest, played with his fingers unconsciously, and opened his mouth slowly.

His voice was very calm, without much emotion, but somehow it was an inexplicable appeal, which instantly brought me into that chaotic and bizarre incident back then.

When he was separated from his parents, he was only two years old, and he didn't have much memory, and he didn't even know his own name.

A beautiful woman told him she was his mother and took him home.

This woman was very kind to him, gentle and considerate, and even invited her husband and masters to teach him how to read and practice martial arts. She was a loving mother who expected her son to become a dragon.

He also believed her words and took her seriously as his mother, he would listen to everything she said.

But when the mother was kind and filial, when he was seven years old, he suddenly changed drastically.

The woman threw him into a dark and dirty place, where fish and snakes mixed with three religions and nine streams, and everyone deceived, plotted against, and killed each other in order to survive, living like a mouse in the gutter, without seeing the light in the dark.

"You just stay here, it's your luck to survive, and you deserve it when you die."

He couldn't believe that these cold and spiteful words came from a woman, but the fact was that, after the woman gave him a contemptuous look, she left without hesitation.

He stayed in this place that was more terrifying than the underworld for five years, until his biological father found him.

I really can't imagine how a child who was cared for so much could bear this huge gap and survive in such a difficult environment.

"Did you find this woman later? Why did she harm you like this?"

"why?"

Ming Yi smiled mockingly.

"Sometimes, if a person wants to do evil, he doesn't need a reason."

He let go of my hair, and slowly touched my face with his fingers, his tone was a bit weird.

"There are countless people in this world who want to harm me. Rather than taking advantage of them, I'd rather die in your hands."