The evil husband has facial paralysis

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The cold wind is cruel and the snow is getting bigger and bigger.

The most important thing in this world is love. There is no concern in the heart. If you keep love, you can't let it go.

Now, there is an extra cool boy, which makes him feel embarrassed.

The young man looked at the mountains in the distance, pulled Luo Jiliang up, looked at him for a long time, pinched his chin lightly, and slowly fell over.

He didn't know why... He just felt that Luo Jiliang's mood would be better if he did this. He didn't know if he had been with Ye Xiaoming for a long time. Sometimes he felt a strange impulse for some reason. It was like connecting Generally together.

Squeezing Luo Jiliang's chin. The young man held his lips tenderly with pity. He sucked the kiss carefully. Luo Jiliang was stunned for a moment. Looking at the young man with red eyes, he felt his lips biting his tongue. Touching his lips, tentatively poking and biting between the lips. Luo Jiliang panicked, and quickly pushed him away.

The boy looked at him with a wry smile: "Don't you like it?"

"It shouldn't be like this." Luo Jiliang shook his head. "Brother, don't try to divert my attention."

The boy was stunned for a while, with a smile on his face. He laughed helplessly. After all, he has grown up. He can no longer be fooled like he was when he was a child.

He was about to say something, but was suddenly interrupted by a sound of anger. Ye Xiaoming stood not far behind them, as cold as ice, but the anger in his eyes seemed to burn people out.

"What are you doing?" Ye Xiaoming gritted his teeth and repeated every word.

When Luo Jiliang saw him, he didn't panic at all. He just looked at him lightly and said in a deep voice, "You're here."

What tone is this.

Ye Xiaoming only felt that there was a fire burning in his heart. The picture of the two people quietly kissing has been lingering in his mind. When he reacted, he had already rushed over and grabbed the boy's neck. Just listen There was a bang. The young man was pushed to the tree trunk by him, and he let out a muffled snort.

"Ye Xiaoming, what are you doing?"

Ye Xiaoming pinched the young man's neck. His whole body was terrified. His anger was unstoppable. He only needed to use some more strength to cut off the neck. Luo Jiliang never thought that he would be so angry. The young man was nailed to the tree by him. Up. Can't move at all.

Luo Jiliang's lips were still red and swollen. He caught him on the spot. He was calm. He just told him that you were here.

Ye Xiaoming's eyes became dangerous. Suddenly he threw the boy aside, grabbed Luo Jiliang, and wiped his lips with his sleeve, as if he wanted to rub off a layer of skin before giving up.

"Let go. Don't make trouble for no reason." Luo Jiliang turned his face away. His lips hurt from being rubbed. "The three of you are here now. It's time to talk about things."

"Ye Xiaoming." The boy got up.

"Why, I can't bear it anymore." Ye Xiaoming turned his head to look at him. "It's not that I made a promise. Now you tell me what you are doing."

The boy frowned tightly: "That's not true."

Ye Xiaoming raised his eyebrows and looked at him coldly.

"I just came to say goodbye to him."

"Farewell requires such intimacy." Ye Xiaoming taunted: "If you are nostalgic, I will not stop you. It's just that if you want to take action against him, I will make you die. I will not let you come back."

What he said was decisive. When the young man heard it, he couldn't help frowning: "You don't want to be childish."

"You really know everything." Luo Jiliang suddenly said, holding his hand tightly. "What are you and your brother hiding from me?"

"It's just a touch of consciousness. You really care about it." Ye Xiaoming said coldly, shaking off his hand: "Didn't he tell you? He can't even be called a spirit body. It's just a touch of nothingness." Just unconscious."

Ye Xiaoming smiled mockingly. The boy's face turned pale in an instant.

What he said was so hurtful.

Of course he knows this... he doesn't even know that he was thrown away. He still wants to come back in vain. Isn't he self-deprecating?

The boy smiled slightly, but it was uglier than crying.

"Get back." Ye Xiaoming said in a deep voice, but he didn't bother to pay attention to his expression.

"What's going on?" Luo Jiliang glanced at his brother, and then at Ye Xiaoming, who was impatient. His eyes suddenly widened. He looked at the boy with lowered eyes in disbelief. Holding an umbrella. The lower half of the body gradually becomes transparent...

"Brother." Luo Jiliang hurriedly pushed Ye Xiaoming away and walked up to the boy: "Your body..."

"No problem." The young man didn't look at him. His warm eyes were lowered. He just said lightly. "Liang Er, please forgive my brother. I thought I could stay for a few more days, but now it seems that I can't."

"Ye Xiaoming is right." The young man raised his head and reached out to touch Luo Jiliang's face. He said softly, "I shouldn't exist in this world. I'm neither a soul nor a spirit body. It's just a soul." a strand of consciousness."

The young man thought back to the time when he practiced alone in the mountains.

There is no one in the mountains. He wanders in the mountains all day with nothing to do. He only knows how to wander around. By chance, he meets a tree spirit who has cultivated into a spirit in the mountains.

The tree spirits disdain him.

He sat on the heel of the tree and looked up at its luxuriant crown. He thought: The vitality of this tree is really tenacious. Even in this harsh environment, it can also thrive.

The tree spirit ignored him, but the young man didn't care either. He talked to it on his own, with a soft voice, as if he was talking to himself.

Birds I know. Hot springs all year round. Woodcutters passing by. Occasional cries from people down the mountain. Smiling, leaning against the tree trunk, looking at the scenery down the mountain, narrowing his eyes slightly, and talking again.

It took him a whole year to get the tree spirit to speak.

"In that case, why not just let yourself dissipate."

"Living in this world is like being in the midst of thorns. If the heart does not move, people do not move rashly. If you don't move, you will not be hurt; if your heart moves, you will move rashly. It will hurt your body and hurt your bones. Then you will experience all kinds of pain in the world. You are neither a soul nor a soul. Isn't it ridiculous to stay in the human world and try to experience the joys and sorrows of this world."

At first, the boy didn't realize that it was the tree spirit talking to him. He just froze and stayed where he was.

"There are no tears in great sorrow. There are no words in great enlightenment. There is no sound in laughter. You said you don't care anymore. You have already let go of it. Why do you persist in it? You contradict yourself. Don't be angry. Young man, don't deceive yourself."

"Otherwise, what else can I do." The young man finally came to his senses. He looked at the tree trunk behind him and said in a low voice, "I can't get out. He didn't come to look for it. I don't look at the mountains and rivers. I can still do it." What else can I do? He kept me here. Isn’t it just to let me experience the joys and sorrows of this world.”

"You have a big tone." The tree spirit laughed. The trunk shook. "You know that there are eight sufferings in life. Birth, old age, sickness, death, walking, parting from love, not getting what you want, meeting resentment and hatred. You can experience it just by sitting here. Got it."

The boy stopped talking.

"Young man, if you can't ask for it, you have to admit it. If you complain, then go for it. Instead of being depressed here, it's better to concentrate on cultivation. Where did you come from? Where did you return. Let him know that it's more thorough than coming."

Hearing what he said, the boy's eyes lit up. He raised his head. The tree spirit shook the crown of the book. It made a rustling sound with the wind. It seemed that he had never spoken.

It was then that he made up his mind to return to Ye Xiaoming's side no matter what.

Without Ye Xiaoming, he really is nothing.

But after experiencing this...he realized that he was far from understanding what the tree spirit said. Or that tree spirit pointed him to the wrong path.

Otherwise why... He would feel so sad and painful looking at the gradually transparent body.

Looking at Luo Jiliang, the young man's mouth opened, the corners of his eyes were dry, and a strange pain came faintly from his chest.

"I'm just a glimpse of Ye Xiaoming's consciousness." The young man said slowly. Tears flowed from the corners of his eyes for some reason. One drop at a time. Uncontrollable. Like a broken kite: "I have learned to experience it for so many years. Thinking that these are to teach him and return to him. He doesn't understand. Maybe I can teach him. He doesn't know. Maybe I can tell him...I want him to know my thoughts and feelings...then It is with such thoughts. I want him to know that he has left me alone in the long and lonely time, wandering alone, suffering alone, and sweetly alone. I am imagining, proud at the same time..." and sad at the same time. He doesn't know Is he willing to ask for his return? And is he willing to ask for his superficial experience. He knows that he is in a high position.

Now, looking at Ye Xiaoming's indifferent eyes and Luo Jiliang's expression of unwillingness to believe, he feels like a liar, unknowingly defrauding something, but it seems that he has never gained anything.

He didn't know what he was upset about.

Obviously this is the result he hoped for. But he looked at the transparent palm and slowly clenched it into a fist, but it hurt like being grinded and torn by a blunt instrument.

He thought. Maybe he did something wrong. But there was no chance of turning back.

"Brother, don't..." Luo Jiliang pulled his sleeve and rubbed it desperately. "Don't disappear. I don't understand what you're talking about."

The young man looked at Ye Xiaoming for help. His eyes were full of sadness.

Ye Xiaoming took a step forward, pulled Luo Jiliang away, and threw him aside.

"That's all you want to say."

The boy opened his mouth, but found that his lips were bitter. He couldn't make a sound. He could only stare blankly at Ye Xiaoming. His vision was blurred.

Ye Xiaoming said coldly: "I said, if you want, I will fulfill you."

The boy clenched his fists tightly. Looking at the half of his body that had disappeared, he looked at him for a long time, and finally nodded with a smile.

Ye Xiaoming took another step forward, glanced at him, and suddenly hugged him into his arms.

A drop of tear fell on the ground, fell into the dust, turned into bone and blood, and became part of the earth from now on... Ye Xiaoming watched coldly the young man dissipate in his arms. A little bit of tears slowly imprinted in his eyes. Moved.

perhaps……

Only vaguely heard Luo Jiliang's mournful cry. Ye Xiaoming completely lost consciousness.

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