Don't fall in love with a pig killer!

The imperial driver of the Emperor of Heaven did not send Xie Qiushi back to Yingtai Palace, but left him in the back mountain.

Xie Qiushi squinted his eyes drowsily, blinked twice impatiently, and then closed his eyelids without any strength.

The familiar fragrance enveloped him, and his body was embedded in a warm and tolerant gap. Then, a warm and cool hand gently pressed his forearm.

It's you.He murmured silently, but the man seemed to hear it, and pressed the skin between his wrists soothingly.

"Chicheng," Qin Lingche said without emotion in his voice, "I won't bother you anymore."

The man said: "Please."

Xie Qiushi listened to him with novelty, and thought to himself that it was the first time he heard such an impatient tone from this man, and he was inexplicably satisfied.

Qin Lingche exchanged a few pleasantries impeccably, and left Yingtai Mountain. The man sat back beside him, seemed to pause, and then inserted a wide palm into his hair.

Xie Qiushi slowly opened his eyes, and he found himself lying in an ancient tree hole, the pillow under his head was mulberry, and his body was covered with orchid grass. For some reason, these fragrant plants and trees were all warm.

"Chicheng?" He asked with a smile, "Who is Chicheng?"

The man didn't speak, stroked the palm of his hair, passed through the hair, slid down the side of his face, grabbed his palm and spread it out. On his palm, he wrote "Yan Chicheng" three strokes. words.

"Your name is Yan Chicheng." Xie Qiushi said, "You never told me that before."

"You never asked." The man's hand left his face, and turned to caress the healing knife wound on his wrist, "The poison has been cured?"

"Well, it's solved. Qin Lingche gave me a sugar ball." Xie Qiushi answered honestly, and then asked, "If I don't ask you, won't you tell me?"

"You never call anyone's name," the man looked into his eyes, "I've been here all the time, and I'm the only one here. When you come, it's only me, and I don't need a name."

"Yan Chicheng." Xie Qiushi read it softly.

The man hesitated for a moment, then replied: "Yes."

After a slight daze, Xie Xianjun smiled openly: "Yan Chicheng."

Yan Chicheng raised his eyes and looked at him quietly, even the skylight could not shine into those dark eyes, only his shadow of Xie Qiushi was reflected in the dark pupils.

"I like to call you by your name." Xie Qiushi said in a daze. "I call your name, and you just look at me. I call other people's names, and they lower their heads. I like you to talk to me."

Yan Chicheng didn't speak, he waved the piccolo lightly in his hand, and stretched out the branches around Xie Qiushi's old tree, covering him like a thick green curtain, making him surrounded by a nest like a chick.

Xie Qiushi stared, and he didn't know why, but there was a rush of heat in his body, his cheeks were slightly red, he lowered his head and let the soft fine hair brush past his eyes, and said in a low voice, as if changing the topic: "Qin Lingche said, If I kill Linyao like this, others will hate me even more. If I use Wenxin Spring, Ren Linyao will die because of robbery, but he can die well, get a posthumous title, and others will not blame me."

Yan Chicheng nodded slightly, not sure if it was to express agreement or just to express that he heard.

"Why do they hate me?" Xie Qiushi asked inexplicably, "They didn't have any contact with Linyao. I killed Linyao, not to kill them."

"They think Linyao is your friend." Yan Chicheng said.

"Linyao is my friend," Xie Qiushi pursed his lips, "But I can't stop killing him just because he is a friend, can I?"

Yan Chicheng looked at him, he sniffed aggrievedly, Yan Chicheng raised his eyebrows leniently: "He is not your friend."

Xie Qiushi said "Huh?", very puzzled.

"I don't know what you look like in the eyes of others." Yan Chicheng sighed, "But I know you won't kill a real friend."

Xie Qiushi blinked: "Is there any difference between true and false friends?"

"Friends are not true or false," Yan Chicheng stood up, "but you don't know what a friend is."

After finishing speaking, he turned around and walked away. Xie Qiushi somehow felt that he seemed to have annoyed this person, and panic surged in his heart: "Yan Chicheng!"

Yan Chicheng paused.

"Why do you say that about me?" He shouted unreasonably, as if Yan Chicheng was angry and he didn't worry about it, he would be at a disadvantage, "What do you know about me?"

"I understand you." Yan Chicheng suddenly turned his head to look at him, his jade statue-like face was surrounded by the shadow of branches and leaves, and there was a faint haze in the flawless like a god, "I know, if you understand this... Once you understand this..."

His voice was stagnant in his throat, Xie Qiushi found himself holding his breath, and then Yan Chicheng's low voice sounded indistinct:

"...it's not just me anymore."

Xie Qiushi knew that Yan Chicheng hadn't been far away, because the faint fragrance of grass and trees was always around his nose.

It was rare for him to sleep peacefully among the green grass and leaves, and when he woke up he was alive and well, the unhappiness that seemed to be there just now was gone, and there was even a little secret joy in his heart.

Yan Chicheng was still sitting at the stone table where they used to sit, and there was a bowl of peach blossom cheese beside the table.

Xie Qiushi smiled and said, "How do you know I love this?"

Yan Chicheng shook his head: "Qin Lingche sent someone to bring it here."

Xie Qiushi curled his lips, and said "uh", a little disgusted: "Let's put it aside. He just taught me a whole night, and now he's pretending to be a good person again."

As he said that, he turned his head and curled himself up into the tree hole like a squirrel.

Yan Chicheng only looked at him with a smile, his deep eyes seemed to see the bottom of his heart.

The smell of milk at the end of his nose tickled him. He moved his butt uncomfortably, looked at Yan Chicheng and said, "I don't want to eat it at all. But I don't want to offend Qin Lingche either. How about you bring it to me and feed it to me?" ?”

Yan Chicheng laughed lowly, hooked his fingers lightly, and a pair of tables and chairs had been moved to the tree hole where Xie Xianjun lived peacefully. He rolled up his wide robe sleeves, twisted the spoon, scooped up the cheese, and sent it to Xie Qiushi's lips. side.

Xie Qiushi glanced at him, shrunk his neck, and found a comfortable eating position like a heron, and then quickly took away the fragrant snack with his head.

"Don't worry." Yan Chicheng warned him softly, "It's about to spill, where can I shed tears like a kitten."

Xie Qiushi stared at him, and was soon amused by his words: "If I really shed tears, I have to be in a state of ecstasy, so that both you and Qin Lingche can look at you with admiration."

"Qin Lingche?" Long eyebrows slowly knit together, Yan Chicheng looked at him with displeasure.

"Well...he's worse than you, always making fun of me." Xie Qiushi blinked, "You don't like him, do you?"