When the protagonists and villains become bamboo horses

"jingle clang clang!"

In the room, Xie Shi was sitting on the bed, flicking the gold-plated bell left and right, listening to its pleasant sound, he rolled his eyes with a smile.

The rain drifted into the house along the windows, bringing cold humidity with it.

The things Yan Yu bought before were all placed on the table by the window, and now the surface of each package was covered with a layer of water stains.

Xie Shi saw it, jumped out of bed, came to the table, stood on tiptoe, and closed the window to block the wind and rain outside.

When he closed the window, besides the sound of wind and rain, he also heard faint crying.The sound came from thousands of households, as if hundreds of people were mourning and weeping, making the town in the rain particularly eerie.

Holding the bell in his hands, Xie Shi flinched, feeling panicked.

He subconsciously looked for someone who could give him a sense of security—Yan Yu.

"Brother Xiu Ling, it's so weird outside, I'm so scared."

Xie Shi came to the door of the next room, saw that the door was not closed, pursed his lips, pushed the door open and entered.

The room was unusually quiet, in stark contrast to the noise of the heavy rain outside.

The 16-year-old boy hugged a rough puppet, sitting quietly on the floor, holding a stack of papers in his thin white fingers.

The hostility and publicity faded from that young and handsome face, and the expression was well-behaved and indifferent. Under the black shattered hair were a pair of dark eyes, without a trace of warmth, as if they had lost all their spirit.

In the dimly lit room, the boy with cold white complexion didn't look like a living person, but a young puppet that was slightly more delicate than the puppet in his arms.

Xie Shi shouted with trembling courage: "Brother Xiu Ling?"

Yan Yu's mind was blank, and there was a thin layer of mist in front of his eyes. The words Shen Yuanmin said to him in the past echoed repeatedly in his ears, some were strict teachings, some were jokes, and some were sighs of concern...

But these voices, he will never have the chance to hear them again.

Xie Shi realized that Yan Yu's current state was very strange.

In a daze, he seemed to have returned to that moonlit night on the island.At that time, Yan Yu's hands were stained with blood, standing in the sea of ​​corpses, when he turned his head to look at him, there was no light in his eyes.

Xie Shi was not afraid of Yan Yu's abnormal state, he only had distress and worry in his heart, just like before.

With tears in his eyes, he ran over and hugged the quiet and indifferent boy with his small body.

As soon as he made contact, Xie Shi found that Yan Yu's body was frighteningly cold. He ignored the discomfort caused by the cold, and hugged him tighter with both hands, trying to warm him with his own body temperature.

The mist in front of Yan Yu's eyes gradually dissipated, and his eyes gradually focused.He felt the warmth in his arms, lowered his head, and looked into a pair of moist eyes full of trust in him.

Those eyes are crystal clear, free from dust, cleaner and clearer than the melting snow in early spring.

Yan Yu raised his hand, gently stroking Xie Shi's soft face, and his fingertips brushed the faint red marks at the corners of his eyes.

Seeing Yan Yu who woke up from the grief, Xie Shi almost cried with joy, but he knew he couldn't cry in Yan Yu's arms, so he suppressed the tears, and the corners of his eyes turned red, which made people love him.

He imitated Yan Yu's movements, stretched out his immature little hand, and wiped away the wet tears on the other's face.

"Brother Xiu Ling, are you crying?" Xie Shi asked uncertainly.

Yan Yu lowered his eyelids, his eyes were full of emotions, but his expression was still indifferent and calm, as if all the pain was covered under a thick layer of ice, so that it would not be easy to show.

He opened his mouth, remained silent for a moment, and said, "Xiaoshi, my father... he... has gone."

This short sentence seemed to have exhausted Yan Yu's strength, he was silent again, the darkness in his eyes swept over him, like a wild dog that lost his soul, he was in a state of embarrassment and homeless.

Sensing Yan Yu's sadness, Xie Shi's heart throbbed in pain as if being grabbed by someone.

He is sad, and he is also sad.

Tears swirled in Xie Shi's eyes, and there was a mist in front of his eyes. He grabbed Yan Yu's cold hand and thought about the words for a long time.

He wanted to comfort Yan Yu, but he didn't know where to start.

He wanted to say that he would always be Yan Yu's family, but this couldn't make up for Yan Yu's grief over the loss of his father.

He wanted to make Yan Yu happy, but he was also afraid that Yan Yu would force a smile on his behalf.

The pouring rain outside the house never stopped, the howling wind whimpered and circled, the light in the inn room was gloomy like water, Yan Yu hugged the puppet, and Xie Shi hugged Yan Yu.

Finally, amidst the silent pain, Xie Shi's immature voice finally rang out, putting an end to Yan Yu's grief.

"Let's hold a funeral for Uncle Shen."

Yan Yu closed his eyes tightly, nodded slightly, and agreed.

Outside the door, in the shadow where the two of them couldn't see, Xie Zhiwei stood there and watched the whole process.

At first, he was worried that the demon seed would destroy the whole town if it got out of control, so he rushed to stop it, but when he arrived at the inn, he saw Yan Yu who was crying sadly inside the door through the narrow crack of the door.

The old enemy from the previous life cried so sadly, for a moment, Xie Zhiwei stopped walking, not knowing whether he should go forward or not.

If he passed, what should he say?

For a long time, Xie Zhiwei regarded the demon species as his old enemy, and his impression of Yan Yu was that kind of cold-blooded demon who kills without blinking an eye.

He devoted his life to eliminating demons and defending Taoism, but no one told him how to deal with a tearful, pitiful and stubborn cold-blooded demon leader.

Do you want to kill him directly?Xie Zhiwei is not sure.

Later, Xie Shi ran out from his room and hugged the numb Yan Yu.

Xie Zhiwei learned the news of Yan Yu's father's death from their conversation.

He felt a little thankful that he didn't rush directly to face Yan Yu just now, otherwise, it would be too immoral.

……

When night fell, the heavy rain in Luoxia Town had just stopped, and the air was filled with the smell of mud after the rain. The bluestone road was washed clean and bright, and the accumulated rainwater was gurgling in the ditches on both sides of the road.

In this unfamiliar mortal town, eight-year-old Xie Shi dragged 16-year-old Yan Yu through the streets and alleys, looking for a store that could hold their funeral.

A simple funeral requires a coffin, a shroud, a mourning hall, offerings, elegiac couplets, a funeral director, and a cemetery.

Everything was prepared hastily, but both Xie Shi and Yan Yu worked hard to achieve perfection.

In the early morning of the next day, the sun broke through the clouds and cast strands of golden light on the earth.

Xie Shi and Yan Yu followed the funeral team to the hilltop next to the town and buried the coffin with the puppets in the ground.

This cemetery faces the direction they came from, surrounded by lush vegetation, singing birds and fragrant flowers, it is a geomantic treasure.

White paper money was thrown on the grave, like white flowers blooming on the cemetery.

The breeze blew across the top of the mountain, blowing the thick linen mourning clothes on Yan Yu's body, and there was a faint sound of a piano coming from a distant place.

The sound of the piano is ethereal and clear, clean and solemn, as if it was played specially for this funeral.

Xie Shi looked around, but couldn't find anyone playing the piano.

Yan Yu's expression moved slightly, and he recognized that it was the Requiem Sanskrit of the Lingyun Sect, so the person playing the piano is naturally...

After the funeral, the funeral team went down the mountain and left, Yan Yu stood in front of the tombstone for a long time, Xie Shi was by his side.

Then, the two left.

Xie Zhiwei, who was dressed in white, appeared from the shade of a tree with a long piano in his arms.He lifted the branches that blocked his view, and looked deeply at the backs of Yan Yu and Xie Shi.

The silver-plated bell hung on his waist, shaking with his movements, making a crisp sound.

Xie Zhiwei was expressionless, pursed his lips, and found a reason for his behavior of playing the piano just now.

He owed Yan Yu a string of copper coins and a bell, and a requiem sanskrit was used to repay these things.

……

At dusk three days later, Xie Shi saw that Yan Yu's mood had improved, so he took him out to eat wontons, hoping to get him out of his sad mood as soon as possible.

In the long sunlight, Yan Yu was sitting at a wooden table in a roadside stall, watching Xie Shi ordering for them with an indifferent expression.

Xie Shi's appearance is exquisite and cute, his mouth is sweet and pleasing, and he won the favor of the old couple who are the stall owner with a few words, and put a few more wontons for them when cooking.

Two bowls of steaming wontons were quickly served.

The bamboo tube where the chopsticks were placed approached Xie Shi, he took out two pairs of chopsticks, and handed one of them to Yan Yu who was across the table.

"During the holidays, my mother would cook a big pot of wontons, sometimes stuffed with wild pork, sometimes stuffed with wild rabbits, which are very delicious." Xie Shi said happily, "My father is greedy and eats so much. Come on, when it was the worst, he even snatched food from my bowl. My mother always said him."

Yan Yu took the chopsticks, looked at the wontons in the bowl, blinked his eyelashes, and didn't know how to speak.

He hasn't told Xie Shi what happened to Xie's couple.

Parting from life to death is cruel, Yan Yu just experienced it once, it is a kind of heart-piercing pain.Facing Xie Shi who was still young, it was difficult for Yan Yu to express the sad news directly.

Xie Shi only noticed that Yan Yu was depressed, thinking that he was still grieving over Shen Yuanmin's death.

He held the chopsticks, and while eating the wonton, he tentatively said to Yan Yu: "If Brother Xiu Ling is willing, I can give you my parents. I believe they will treat you like their own children. I will Your own brother."

Looking at Xie Shi's clear and penetrating eyes, Yan Yu's breathing stagnated.

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