Xue Xiao, the Patriarch of Demon Dao, and his colleagues——Stars sinking into the sea [Rebirth]

In the cold spring, the night wind wrapped in cold rain broke in through the window, Xiao Xingchen woke up from the dream, got out of bed and closed the window tightly.The fire had long been extinguished, and the water in the kettle on the stove was still warm. Xiao Xingchen poured a glass of water and drank it, then walked slowly back to rest.

As soon as he got to the bed, a hand suddenly stretched out from the tent and pulled Xiao Xingchen in. Xiao Xingchen was caught off guard and threw himself on Xue Yang. Under the covers.

In summer, gauze curtains can be used to keep out mosquitoes, but it is useless when the weather is cold. Xue Yang added a thicker brocade curtain on the outside as soon as winter came. Even if there is no open fire for heating at night, the bed is still very warm.

Xue Yang rolled Xiao Xingchen in his arms for half a circle, let him sleep on his side, wrapped his arms around Xiao Xingchen's cool feet to keep him warm, and said, "I just woke up and thought the Taoist priest was not here, so I was shocked ..."

"How did you get scared so easily?" Xiao Xingchen smiled, covered the quilt behind Xue Yang's neck tightly, rubbed the back of Xue Yang's head with his palm, and said softly, "But dreaming again?"

Xue Yang grabbed his hand in his arms and covered it, saying, "It seems that I did it, but I can't remember what it is."

Xiao Xingchen patted the back of his hand and told him to go back to sleep, Xue Yang obediently complied, but did not close his eyes.

This is the third year they have lived in Yicheng. The two of them spent the second Spring Festival together the month before last.

Except for occasionally going out to kill walking corpses, they eat rice, oil and salt just like ordinary people in Yicheng. Their days are dull but their feelings become more intense.During the Lantern Festival, Xue Yang and Xiao Xingchen went out hunting together. On the way back, they passed a small town near the river, and they even joined in the fun by setting up lanterns on the river.

They only bought one lamp that night, Xue Yang asked him what wish he wanted to write on it, Xiao Xingchen thought about it, and said a wish that Xue Yang had expected: "Be safe."

This is their expectation that has never changed.

After Xue Yang finished writing Ping An, he was about to return the pen to the vendor, but Xiao Xingchen suddenly stopped him: "Is there still space to write something else?"

Xue Yang was a little surprised: "What other wish does the Taoist priest have?"

Xiao Xingchen reached out to him, and Xue Yang handed over the lamp and pen, holding the Taoist priest's hand so that the pen tip fell on the blank space.

The ink smudged out an ink dot on the lotus petals, and was quickly connected into a line by strokes. Xue Yang looked at the word "Reunion" opposite to "Ping An" on the lantern, and was speechless for a while.

Xue Yang has no relatives or reasons in this world, and Xiao Xingchen is also an orphan. He used to have teachers and friends, but now they no longer see each other.The phrase "reunion" refers to whom to reunite with, Xue Yang didn't dare to think about it, but he couldn't help but hope that Daoist Priest would have his share in the reunion.

He thought so much that he dreamed at night.In the dream was the unbearable past that he hadn't recalled for a long time, and he was covered in cold sweat. Xiao Xingchen asked him what was wrong when he heard the movement, Xue Yang buried his face in Xiao Xingchen's neck, took a deep breath, and then whispered: " I dreamed that the Taoist priest didn't want me anymore."

Xiao Xingchen rubbed his sweaty hair, Xue Yang closed his eyes and pulled Xiao Xingchen's hand to the sword wound on his abdomen and pressed it, saying, "I dreamed that the Taoist priest stabbed the sword here."

The touching hands moved upwards, Xue Yang said, "But it's here that I hurt."

This time on the heart.

Xiao Xingchen was speechless to defend himself, because the sword was indeed from him, and Xue Yang was not innocent in suffering it.

Xue Yang didn't want to blame him, but he just thought of being afraid, swallowed unbearably, and said: "I made a mistake, the Taoist priest stabbed me with a sword, so... don't want me. How can I Please, you won't talk to me anymore..."

It's true that he ignored him at all, and he didn't even let him detect his breathing, and his soul was so scattered that he couldn't get it back.

Xiao Xingchen failed to kill Xue Yang, but managed to make Xue Yang's life worse than death.

The despair in the dream extended to reality, Xue Yang hugged the lost Taoist priest tightly, feeling lingering fear in his heart: "How could the Taoist priest have the heart to leave me..."

How can the Taoist have the heart?Dao Changguang's heart softened after hearing him talk about the absurd dream.Xiao Xingchen rubbed his heart, and calmly said: "If it is true as you said, then you must be wrong."

Xue Yang trembled, and then hugged the Taoist priest even tighter.There was moisture on his eyelashes, and his voice was damp and obstructed, as he murmured: "Yes, I was so wrong..."

Xue Yang wiped off his sweat, lay back, closed his eyes and opened them again, hooked Xiao Xingchen's fingers, and said tentatively, "Then I've learned it now, Daoist, don't leave me behind, go reunite with others, okay ?"

Xiao Xingchen froze for a moment, then asked him, "Who else can I reunite with?"

Xue Yang seemed to have forgotten the pain of the previous moment, and his heart was almost sweetened, and immediately said: "With me, the Taoist priest wants to reunite with me."

Xiao Xingchen turned his back on him and fell asleep.

Xue Yang leaned close to him and hugged him: "Then I only have the Taoist priest anyway, and my reunion is only with the Taoist priest... Is the Taoist priest the same as me?"

The Taoist leader no longer wants to answer his redundant questions.

After that, Xue Yang had dreams for several days in succession, each of which was very chaotic, but he could calm down when he thought of the Taoist reunion.Today is no exception, the panic of not being able to find the Taoist priest when he wakes up is quickly soothed by the temperature of the Taoist priest who is close at hand.

It was cold in February, and it rained all night. Xue Yang shivered as soon as he opened the door in the morning. Seeing that the ground was muddy and the sky was gloomy, he directly grabbed Xiao Xingchen's grocery shopping job and wanted to go out by himself.

He didn't even put on his clothes, so he asked Xiao Xingchen to tie a belt for him. Xiao Xingchen helped him organize the clothes inside and out in an orderly manner before he went to pick up the grocery basket.

"The Taoist priest wait for me to come back." Xue Yang urged.

Xiao Xingchen nodded and smiled lightly.

Annoying Jing opened the door, his knees were stiffened by the damp and cold air, and he walked quickly to the gate.Just after crossing the threshold, when he turned around, he saw the Taoist priest standing under the eaves facing him.

"Prince Daoist!" Xue Yang called Xiao Xingchen to him, faced him across the threshold, and said with a smile, "Prince Daoist sent me to the door."

Xiao Xingchen said, "Go early and return early."

Xue Yang took Xiao Xingchen's hand and agreed, and kissed him on the cheek again, this time he was willing to do things.

He had just left the house and was already returning home, hurriedly bought some groceries and then took a shortcut to head back.

The path passed through the forest, the roadside was overgrown with bushes, and the black clouds approached in the distance, as if the entire sky was lowered.Suddenly there was a thunder, as if a rainstorm was coming, urging those without umbrellas to return home as soon as possible.

Xue Yang stopped halfway to rub his legs, and lifted the vegetable basket by his arms, thinking that the Taoist priest was still waiting for him to go back, so he stomped his feet and straightened up, ready to continue on his way.

As soon as he stood up, he suddenly saw a person coming out from behind a tree in front of him, and a cold voice sounded: "Xue Yang."

Xue Yang seemed to have been struck by lightning, he froze in place and watched coldly.The man who called him stood upright, with a dust whisk in his arm, and a long sword in his hand. His dark Taoist robe was spotless, upright, and as proud as frost.If it wasn't for his distorted face due to anger, such a detached posture, I'm afraid everyone will look like a god.

Xue Yang went to the side of the road and put down the vegetable basket, turned around and looked directly into those bright black eyes with his hands behind his back, and said with a smile on his face, "Daozhang Song, long time no see."