Dressed for a thousand years

Lu Mingxi died.

Su Qing couldn't accept this matter, but since even Qing Jian said that Lu Mingxi was really dead, then maybe he was really dead.

Su Qing didn't understand why she was alone when she left, but turned into a corpse when she came back.It's cold, and the body has not had time to harden, but the face is green.

The wardrobe in his room had been removed, revealing a dark hole in the back, empty inside.

Lu Mingxi still had a few broken tiles and a puddle of oily black liquid by his hand.

"He moved something that the baby spirit was carrying." Qing Jian judged after taking a look.

"How is it possible? Why did he do this?" Su Qing still found it difficult to accept.

"Who knows, maybe he wants to raise a kid too." Qing Jian said.

After hearing these words, Su Qing closed her mouth.His heart was beating wildly in his chest.In fact, he must have changed a long time ago. The former him would never look at the dead body of an acquaintance and remain indifferent.

Nor is it indifferent.

Su Qing felt stuffy in her heart and panicked, as if something was locked up, and Su Qing didn't dare to touch it.

It explodes when touched.

"Bury him." Su Qing was very sad.

"Don't pay too much attention to it." Qing Jian put his arm on Su Qing's shoulder from behind, and he found that Su Qing seemed to like this kind of action similar to human comfort.

Su Qing silently took Qing Jian's hand away.

Qing Jian couldn't understand his mood.

He is not a human being, and he doesn't understand what kind of wish Su Qing has entrusted to Lu Mingxi.

"Where's that kid?" Su Qing sniffed and asked.

Qingjian was taken aback by Su Qing's actions, then withdrew the arm rejected by Su Qing, glanced at the things on the ground, and said: "Let's all die. The place where he was lodged was smashed by Lu Mingxi." .”

"That's it." Su Qing shook her head.

He didn't plan to find the kid to avenge Lu Mingxi either.

The truth of the matter was already clear. When they went out, Lu Mingxi did not know what was on his mind, wanting to hide the little devil in this house.

Maybe it was to fulfill some wish, maybe it was to avenge the treatment he received before, but in short, he failed and lost himself.

The red thread on Su Qing's little finger was also broken.

This red thread, after Su Qing cultivated the entity, he regarded it as non-existent.After all, the meaning it represented was so embarrassing that Su Qing had to ignore him.

By the way, he also ignored what Lu Mingxi said, if he was too far away from him, he would feel it.

Not long ago, the red thread that had been regarded as the air suddenly tightened violently and twitched non-stop, causing Su Qing's heart palpitations for no reason, maybe it was Lu Mingxi's last struggle.

Su Qing looked at her empty little finger, a little sad.

The brother he was going to recognize died so inexplicably, which made him feel unreal, but he had to believe it.

He couldn't cry, and the reason for his sadness even included his disappointment with himself.He was not particularly sad. Although Lu Mingxi was not very close to him, Su Qing was also frightened by her cold blood.

Except for his mother, he has never experienced life and death, and he doesn't know how other people feel about this situation.But he has always felt faintly that although he is persistent in feelings, he is a bit cold-blooded in his bones.

This obviously did not meet Su Qing's expectations of herself.

But no matter what, he is indeed sad now, and a little unbelievable.

But Lu Mingxi's corpse was lying in front of him, telling him that many people died so inexplicably and suddenly, a person with bad character, like him, could travel through while lying down, let alone Lu Mingxi who made it on his own act of death.

But looking at it from another angle, the old house, the little ghost, and even Lu Mingxi himself appearing beside him and Qingjian were not decided by Lu Mingxi himself. If any of these conditions were changed, the result would not be like this.

But who is to blame?Qingjian?Own?Or Lu Mingxi?

This made Su Qing feel like he wanted to vent, but he couldn't find an excuse.

……

Taking advantage of the darkness, Su Qing and Qing Jian buried Lu Mingxi in a wild grave on the hillside not far from the town.

The cause of Lu Mingxi's death is difficult to explain, and he is already a "sacrifice" who disappeared in Xihe Village, so this identity cannot be mentioned.Su Qing only knew that he had no family anymore, but he didn't know where his family was buried, so he could only let him be buried here first.

The snake spirit obviously didn't have this idea, but she still helped.

The coffin was from the coffin shop that Qingjian "borrowed". Su Qing secretly put the money that should be given in the jar where the shopkeeper hid the money, hoping that the shopkeeper was usually confused, otherwise he would be scared.

The small wild grave, lying pitifully on the hill, is the same as when Lu Mingxi was alive, without any sense of existence.

Su Qing thought for a while, and still set up a monument for him, which read "Lu Mingxi's tomb, respected by brother Su Qing".

After watching Su Qing finish all this, the snake spirit who had been standing quietly behind Su Qin silently and helping Su Qing said:

"You really are becoming more and more human."

There was some confusion in his tone.

Su Qing's hand trembled.

He originally wanted to sit on Lu Mingxi's grave for a while, but when he heard this, he immediately stood up.

Snake spirits are not humans.

This realization made Su Qing's heart feel as if he was blowing cold air.

Lu Mingxi's death not only brought him shock and sadness, but also confusion and fear.Instinct made him hide himself deeply.Even to Qing Jian, the snake spirit who has always helped him and never harmed him, he dared not show his sincerity.

You especially dare not let him see that your core is a person.

Seeing Su Qing's suddenly defensive expression, Qing Jian was a little dazed.

Su Qing is really strange, he doesn't have a trace of popularity, and there is no trace of contamination by the secular world, but why does he have a heart as complex and porous as a human being?If you have too many emotions, you will always lose sight of the facts.

Moreover, the little Tai Sui in front of him looked at him with a look of self-loathing, which made him unhappy.

Qingjian decided to make things clear to Su Qing.

"it's not your fault."

Qingjian walked in front of Su Qing, the wind was strong on the hillside, and Su Qing's hair was blown into a mess, Qingjian helped him brush away the hair that covered his eyes.

Although it is not the Mid-Autumn Festival, it is almost half a month, and it is late at night on the mountain. The moon is really round and big, lining the back of Qingjian.

The gentle moonlight, the handsome man, and his icy but gentle fingers.

Su Qing suddenly felt wronged, and was shocked by the cool wind, and her eye circles even turned red.

Qing Jian is very curious, does Su Qing want to cry?

The fingers that hadn't been put down directly covered Su Qing's eyes: "Don't cry."

If Qing Jian hadn't said the following sentence, Su Qing might really have cried.

But Su Qing is glad that she is not so useless.

Qing Jian said: "It's really not your fault. Although you can't control yourself, the humans who are close to you are more likely to be unlucky, but you can't influence him."

In an instant, any grievances, touches, sadness, and nostalgia all became floating clouds.

Only the cool night breeze is real...

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Three people lived in it, and now there are only two people left. Su Qing's tolerance for the haunted house bought by Qing Jian has almost reached the point where he can't bear to look directly at it.

So that night, Qing Jian took Su Qing back to his cave.Qing Jian was lying on the branch, and it was rare that he did not immediately close his eyes to bask in the moon, but secretly looked at Su Qing with his eyes closed from the corner of his eyes.

Su Qing was not practicing. Hearing the sound of his breathing, he seemed to be asleep.

Qing Jian smiled dully, he thought this soft-hearted little guy couldn't sleep again today.

Qing Jian turned over, and the leaves on the long branches rang.

The snake spirit glanced at the corner of her peach-blossom eyes, and easily saw the red thread on Su Qing's finger that was broken but still had a hair on her head. She paused for a moment, and then slowly closed her eyes.