I, scum gong, never adore Master

He crossed time and space instead of me, came to your side, and loved you instead of me...

Jiang Ye was a little dazed, but he was not stupid, how could he not see Yun Jian's strangeness?

1000 years have passed, and he was absent from his life for 1000 years. Before he had time to ask how his little broken bird was doing, he was rushed out by Yun Jian, and it seemed difficult to face him.

Jiang Ye was very sad, but he had recovered from the initial daze, and decided not to ask further questions, and gave his little broken bird a little time to digest alone.

He didn't stop Philippe from chasing after him. Although Yunjian took Philippe away thousands of years ago and left him behind, he didn't make trouble for no reason.

What's more, what right does he have to make trouble now?

For Yun Jian, the self who wakes up is not the person he expected after all.

As far as his soul, which was separated from reincarnation, Jiang Ye has no memory of his previous life, he only relies on his loneliness and love to warm Yun Jian's heart that has been icy for thousands of years. This is the first time he and Yun Jian have met. From stranger to familiarity, from master and apprentice to lover.

As for the other half of the remnant souls who have been sleeping in the bones for thousands of years, Liquan only has a past that overlaps with his little broken bird's ordeal. It's because they instinctively want to get close. They are a lone star and a fearsome one. In anyone's eyes, they are a natural couple.

But ah...

After all, the once small stream of Nachuan has been absent for thousands of years.

He is not the kind of person who is jealous of himself, and even thinks that the reincarnated soul that he split off after a thousand years can return to Yun Jian's side to accompany him, what a blessing!

He doesn't mind his absence, and he doesn't mind another self appearing beside Yun Jian.

But I couldn't help thinking: What kind of good time did Jiang Ye and Yun Jian have as young apprentices?So much so that this beautiful little bird, who was once stupid and naive, but now cold-hearted, couldn't be more fond of it.

As soon as Philip left, Jiang Ye couldn't keep laughing, his face became silent suddenly, his lips turned white.

Xiao Qingteng was taken aback for a moment, and said in a panic, "Are you feeling unwell? I'll go and call Dad back!"

"do not!"

Jiang Ye stopped him: "I'm fine, I...I have something to ask you."

Facts have proved that he was right to ask Xiao Qingteng, and only this idiot can't see his changes, and will confide everything to him without reservation.

"Since you met your father after you gave birth to Lingzhi, what have he and... me experienced?"

He has a vague feeling about the memory of the other half of the soul, but that feeling is like a vast cloud, and he can vaguely see the flowers through the fog, perceive the existence, but can't see it clearly.

Xiao Qingteng only thought that she was confused when she slept at night, and her memory was confused.

And those things are not big secrets, so I slowly told Jiang Ye about them.

At the same time, a hearty autumn rain had just extinguished by the emerald green lake not far from Li's mansion. The mountain wind blew the waves of the lake, reflecting a tall and tall figure in white on the shore.

The rain washed away the little blood stains on his body, and the wind dried his clothes and long hair, washing away the dust, but it couldn't wash away the thousands of chaotic thoughts in his heart.

The white cat came from a distance, and huddled at Yun Jian's feet without saying a word, quietly accompanying him, just like an ordinary kitten that has not yet given birth to intelligence.

I don't know how long I stood there blowing the wind, Yun Jian suddenly said: "You can see it too? He is the person you are more familiar with. He is back, aren't you happy?"

I don't know whether this sentence is asking Philip, or asking himself.

Philip said, "What about you, master? Do you want to come back to him who was a thousand years ago, or who he is in this life?"

"Uh..." Yun Jian was silent, this was also the question he wanted to ask himself.

Selfishly speaking, if he hadn't recovered the memory of thousands of years ago, and looked at Jiang Ye as a god of Shenyin Peak, he might have missed and killed him in the first place to eliminate future troubles forever, but it was precisely because of an inexplicable familiarity, prevented him from doing it.

And under the blessing of this familiarity, he gradually developed a different view and attitude towards Jiang Ye, and gradually he was reluctant to bear the suffering of the young apprentice, reluctant to bear the sadness of the young apprentice, and would unconsciously want to love him, want to make him Staying by his side gave birth to the idea of ​​keeping this cheap apprentice by his side.

And the so-called love...

The origin is still in the dreams woven by lovebirds. He restored the memory of Tongxiu Village thousands of years ago, and he was sure that Jiang Ye was his true love thousands of years ago, so he felt more pity for Jiang Ye.

In this way, he loves Jiangye now only because he misses Liquan thousands of years ago.

but……

It seems that there is more than that.

This strong emotion has long been like an ink-stained pond, mixed into one, and it is impossible to tell which is ink and which is water.

He loves Jiang Ye as the reincarnation of Liquan, but this intense joy is not because of the existence of Liquan, nor because of the memory of thousands of years ago.

He and his little apprentice have long had a happy dream together.

This experience was never because of others, only because of each other.

Just like he said with Jiang Ye.

——I love you not because of what happened a thousand years ago, let alone because of the guilt of a thousand years ago.

It doesn't matter whether you are the same person thousands of years ago, whether you still remember things that happened thousands of years ago.

I love you, I like you, just because of the you in front of me, it has nothing to do with anyone at any time.

Yes.

I love you just because you are you.

It's not when you were, let alone what kind of you you are.

What he loves is his conscientious little apprentice who insists on "respecting, loving and protecting Master" in every word and deed, who is the person in front of him.

"But another one appeared."

Philip knew what his master thought: "Master, actually, you don't have to think too much. The same soul has just been split. Whether it is him thousands of years ago or him today, isn't it him?"

Fei Fei also said: "Now he just awakened the remnant soul from thousands of years ago, and the soul belonging to Jiang Ye is still asleep. When Uncle Bu finds the soul-focusing lamp and completely fuses the broken souls, they will be It's the same person."

Why didn't Yun Jian think about it that way?

He suddenly looked at Feifei, but he didn't seem to be looking at him: "What about you? Do you think the me a thousand years ago is exactly the same as the me now?"

"Uh..." Philip was dumbfounded.

In Yun Jian's self-deprecating chuckle, he hastily said: "Of course the master has always been the master! The master thousands of years ago will be slightly different, but... But that's because the master's experience of the millennium has changed the master's mood slightly, but the same body Carrying the same soul, it is naturally you!"

"Yes, experience can change a person, let alone the two halves of the soul that carry different memories?"

"Uh..." Fei Fei was dying of anxiety, and he didn't know if he was being entangled in Yun Jian's words, or if Yun Jian said more and more, he would not let him go.

"It's saved! It's saved! When the soul-gathering lamp is found, Jiang Ye will come back! They can be the same person, master, they can..."

Yun Jian looked at the verdant Tongxiu Mountain, and at the calm lake in front of him where the wind stopped and the rain stopped.

It seems to agree with Philip's statement.

When souls and souls are bonded together, when memories are fused together, the person in front of you is Jiang Ye, Li Quan, the nostalgia of the past, and the love of the present.

only……

What is perfect in this world?

Otherwise, there would not be the lyrics in the storybook: the beauty is late, the hero is at the end, the strong man cuts his wrist, and the quzi is pregnant with sand...

It is impossible for Yun Jian to hurt the Liquan who has been waiting for him for thousands of years for the sake of his little apprentice, and it is impossible for Yun Jian to completely let Jiang Ye fall asleep for the sake of his old friend thousands of years ago.

When the two are in a dilemma, it seems that the only solution is to fuse the souls.

I understand the truth, but I still can't get rid of the shackles in my heart.

He couldn't calmly face Jiang Ye who had awakened the soul of Liquan, he knew that the soul of his little apprentice was still sleeping under this body.

His little apprentice was afraid of being wronged, and he kept it in his heart without saying anything, but that face couldn't hide anything, and he could see through it at a glance.

If the soul has a sense, and knows that the old man who has passed through the millennium has returned to his arms, will he be sad at night?

Yun Jian didn't dare to think about it.

Philippe accompanied him from day to night.

When he returned to Li's mansion, he saw Jiang Ye and Xiao Qingteng talking and laughing on the swings in the yard, as if he had no perception of any abnormalities.

As soon as he saw Yun Jian, he hurriedly rushed over, his clear almond eyes looked at him with affection: "Are you back?"

I didn't ask where he went, let alone why he left suddenly.

Yun Jian hid his emotions, but his eyes were still chaotic, with only his eyelashes slightly covering his eyes, he took out a candied fruit wrapped in kraft paper from his bosom and handed it to Jiang Ye.

Whether it is a small stream thousands of years ago, or a young apprentice a thousand years later, they all like such sweet food.

The kraft paper is unfolded, and the exquisite pastry and Yanren’s preserved fruit are revealed. The pastry is wrapped in the fragrance of flowers and fruits, and the preserved fruit is brushed with a thick layer of honey syrup. Break a small piece and put it in your mouth, and the sweetness will melt directly The heart cavity warms the stomach and melts the heart.

Smiling at night, he broke off a small piece, shared it and handed it to Yun Jian's lips like a thousand years ago.

He thought he would hold it in his mouth, taste it carefully, and share this hard-won sweetness with him.

Unexpectedly, Yun Jian took half a step back, and said with a normal expression, "I don't like sweets."

The boy's fingers were held up in front of him stiffly, and there were still small pieces of preserved fruit between his fingertips. In his memory, Yun Jian never said that he didn't like sweets. Every time he handed it to his lips, he would Hold it gently with a smile, roll it into the mouth, and chew it together with him, the sweetness of honey overflows between the two, and the air is full of sweetness.

Such a change undoubtedly made Jiang Ye feel apprehensive and at a loss.

After only being dazed for a short while, Ye Suan pulled Ye Su into a chuckle, the pear dimple wine on his lips probably wasn't some intoxicating wine, but glistening bitter gourd juice.

"Okay, then I... I will eat it myself."

The young man had already wrapped a piece of candied fruit in his mouth, and stuffed the one in his hand into his mouth again, his cheeks were swollen, and he was so stretched that he couldn't speak, his eyes were bright, and seemed to be a little crystal-clear under the moonlight.

Whether it's a small stream or a little apprentice, they can't hide their thoughts, and all their emotions are written on their faces.

Yun Jian must not know how much effort Jiang Ye took to hide his emotions after prying out the secret from Xiao Qingteng's mouth.

But the small act of alienation at the moment made Jiang Ye feel extremely uncomfortable.

He didn't dare to look Yun Jian in the eyes, he sat back on the swing with a large ball of candied fruit wrapped in kraft paper by himself, lowered his head, and stuffed one piece after another into his mouth.

It was stuffed into the mouth and swallowed before chewing a few times, and stuffed into the mouth again.

I can't taste the fragrance of flower cakes at all, nor can I taste the sweetness of candied fruit, I just repeat the action of swallowing mechanically.

Suddenly, half of the dessert left in his bosom was snatched away, Jiang Ye looked up blankly, his almond eyes blinked a few times, his mouth was still chewing hard, and there were fine pieces of dessert on his lips.

Yun Jian frowned: "If you can't eat it, don't eat it."

"I... I can eat it."

Jiang Ye raised his head and blinked, his eyelashes suddenly became moist, his almond-shaped eyes were wide open, and Yun Jian's image was reflected in his bright black pupils.

It seems that Yun Jian sighed, and saw him stretch out his hand, gently rubbing the corner of Jiang Ye's lips with his fingertips, sweeping away the residue.

The temperature of the fingertips is slightly cool.

It's not as hot as it was a thousand years ago, but it still makes Jiang Ye linger greedily.

The apricot sockets suddenly turned red, the eyelashes fluttered slightly, and the beads that had been simmering for so long suddenly slipped out of the eye sockets and rolled down the cheeks, dripping on Yun Jian's fingers like hot lava, making him never His fingertips trembled to his heart.

Jiang Ye has never been a character who can hold back secrets, but it makes him have to hide it.

Thousands of years ago, in Tongxiu Mountain, he bit to death and refused to say that he was the stream where the white-feathered phoenix pierced through the heart of Nachuan and fell into the world.

But he will still bear the grievance and heal the murderer who killed him once, even afraid that Yun Jian will feel guilty and sad if he tells this secret.

Thousands of years later, at Shenyin Peak, he would never tell his master that he is a person who wears books, and he is destined to be a traitor to his master.

But he swears to Master over and over again, even though he is a scumbag, he will never touch Master!He will respect and love Master and protect Master!

Today, the same.

He knew why Yun Jian was estranged from him, and he was extremely disturbed, because his absence for thousands of years had already made Yun Jian care more about his other self.

He really wanted to ask Yun Jian: Are you disappointed?Do you wish that the one who wakes up is another me?Is this result unacceptable to you?

After all, I only exist in your memory, and should not appear in reality, let alone replace "him".

but……

But why haven't I been replaced?

He crossed time and space instead of me, came to you, and loved you instead of me...

He can have our past memories, but I can only learn what happened to us from his mouth.

I am unwilling.

Jiang Ye, who owns half of the reincarnated soul, once feared that his master's love for him all came from the old man thousands of years ago.The same is true for Li Quan, who has the other half of the soul. His fear is no longer imagined in his heart, but comes from Yun Jian's pair of strange and familiar eyes, pitiful and contradictory.

Not reconciled...

He really wanted to ask, whether Yun Jian was still his little bird, whether Yun Jian regretted his unexpected arrival.

But the boy muttered with trembling lips, unable to utter a single word.

He suddenly raised his arms, hooked Yun Jian's neck, pulled it off and kissed those cold thin lips.

There is still the sweetness of honey in the mouth, but it is soaked into bitterness by the tears sliding down the corners of the lips.

He embraced him like a cold pool of thin ice, and kissed him like wind and snow.

It doesn't feel hot at all.

The initial astonishment was completely awakened by the young man's near-desperate absorption, Yun Jian suddenly turned his face away, letting the young man's lips rub against his own, his eyes darkened.

Can a man love two torn souls?

Yun Jian stood on the shore of Lengfeng Lake for a whole day and didn't think about it. He only knew that his intimacy with Xiaoxiliu would make Jiangye unhappy, and that his special treatment of Jiangye would also hurt Xiaoxiliu's heart.

He had a splitting headache and was overwhelmed.

In the confusion, before tears welled up in his eyes, he broke Jiangye's hand, turned around, put his hand on his forehead, and closed his eyes to rub his forehead that was about to burst.

"Would you like...to go somewhere with me?"

The young man suppressed his grievances and made a hoarse voice.

Yun Jian wanted to refuse, he was too messed up, if he looked at the young man next to him again, he didn't know whether he should treat him like a thousand-year old friend, or treat him like a little apprentice.

Just when he was about to refuse, he heard the boy say, "Go to the temple, maybe you can get your memory back there."

The young man's voice was extremely hoarse, and accompanied by the crying that he swallowed deliberately, he said the address he didn't want to say out loud in a calm manner: "Master."

Master...

This claim completely broke Yun Jian's inner defense. He was as stiff as a nanmu, and was wrapped in heat, broke through the thin ice under the cold water, and fell into the world again.

"Remind me, okay? Let me remember the two years I spent with you."

Yun Jian was extremely astonished, extremely astonished!

Looking back at Jiang Ye with those flushed peach eyes, he saw that there was still water in those almond eyes, but there was a smile on them.

"I know, I don't have any later memories, all my memories are from thousands of years ago, I... am I not really me? If... If I don't have any later memories, maybe I shouldn't have come... "

He was smiling, his round almond eyes were slightly curved, and the corners of his lips were parted, revealing his white teeth.

But the drops of water rolled down the corners of his eyes, and he wiped them away with his sleeve.

Before Yun Jian could answer, he rushed out of the courtyard, but the courtyard was covered with a barrier by Yun Jian, and he fell to the ground as soon as he bumped into it. Before Yun Jian could help him, he stumbled and stood up by himself.

The barrier was removed by Yun Jian, and he walked out with his head down without saying a word.

It was dark, the wind was strong, and there was a dense drizzle at night, which was blown by the wind into a slanted bead curtain, and Jiang Ye's clothes were soaked in a short while.

He thought: This is great, so that the embarrassment rolling down on his cheeks will be hidden.

On the dark night road, he could feel Yun Jian following him, maybe he was willing to follow him to the temple, or maybe he was just worried about the safety of this body.

But he followed behind him unhurriedly, not shoulder to shoulder with him.

In the slanting wind and drizzle, Jiang Ye felt that the cold rain was no longer patting his cheeks. He looked up in a daze, and saw that the oil-paper umbrella transformed from spiritual power was floating above his head, sheltering him from the wind and rain, and the person who controlled the paper umbrella Still following him unhurriedly.

Obviously should be moved, but how could Jiangye's cheeks become more and more wet, and silent tears rolled down and rolled wantonly.

The mountain road is rough.

He slept for so long, his body couldn't bear the long walk, he staggered and fell to the ground, his palm hit the fine sand and stones, the pain made him want to cry, but he still held back.

How is he different from him?

Even fear of pain is so similar, even forbearance is so similar.

Yun Jian's heart trembled suddenly, he regretted it, felt like he had made a big mistake, hurriedly rushed over and hugged Jiang Ye, looking at the boy's face blushing in pain, his heart softened in a mess.

The mountain wind is bleak, and the rain is fluttering.

The mountain road was not easy to walk, but Yun Jian walked steadily with every step while holding the boy in his arms.

Jiang Ye didn't speak, but bit his lip and endured the pain, his eyes kept staring at the oil-paper umbrella floating above his head, and the two of them walked into the temple in silence.

Yun Jian lit a bonfire, dried the boy's drenched clothes with spiritual power, and silently picked the fine sand and stones from the boy's palm.

Whether it was the little stream thousands of years ago, or the little apprentice a thousand years later, they couldn't bear the pain very much. They should have hissed and yelled for him to move softly.

But tonight's general night is gone.

I couldn't bear the pain, but there were fine beads of sweat on my forehead, but I just bit my lip and said nothing.

The bonfire gradually burned, and the hazy warm halo lit up the entire temple. After thousands of years, it was renovated and then abandoned.

But he hugged his knees and curled up by the bonfire at night, with his face resting on his folded forearms, feeling inexplicably at ease here.

After waiting for a long time, he finally spoke. His voice was a little hoarse after soaking in the rain.

"At that time, as soon as I came here to look for you, you closed the temple door to prevent others from coming in. You actually didn't like me coming down the mountain to look for you. This feeling made me feel like I was..." Suddenly, A strange description came out: "I am very much like your outer room kept outside."

"Uh..." The confused words sounded like a little apprentice.

Jiang Ye also knew that the thoughts in his mind came from the other half's soul that had not yet awakened, which vaguely brought him feelings.

Even if they haven't blended together, after all, they share one body.

It has always been the closest relationship between him and him.

Putting his chin on his knees, Jiang Ye looked at the place where the bed was once placed and said, "At that time, I thought your bed was more comfortable to sleep on, and it was softer than mine."

He looked at the tea table by the window on the other side, which no longer exists now: "Do you still like to drink Unknown Spring? The sprouts start to sprout after spring, and you never know spring. Because you don't know the arrival of spring, you miss the flowers and plants of the same season. , I don’t know Chun...it’s really stupid.”

The young man stood up, pushed open the creaking wooden framed window, looked at the barren courtyard with overgrown weeds: "There."

"I like to lie there and bask in the sun, but I can't stay in the sun for a long time, as it will evaporate my moisture, but I really like the wicker chair you made for me... It's a pity that the wicker chair will loosen after a long time, If you can't survive a thousand years, you say...Little Qingteng has already cultivated a human form, his vines must be very strong, let's ask him some more..."

"Uh..." The young man babbled a lot, as if going back in time, they all went back to a thousand years ago.

At that time, Yun Jian was always burned by the blazing Nirvana fire in his body, he was very uncomfortable. He liked to embrace the small stream, and the warm spring relieved his dryness and heat, and also softened his heart.

But when the memories of thousands of years ago emerged in my mind one by one, they began to struggle desperately with the current memories, and they refused to give in. One was trying to annex the other, and the other was staring at Yun Jian unwillingly, and said to him: Help! I.

This extremely divisive feeling gave Yun Jian a splitting headache.

He looked at Jiang Ye silently, his eyes became darker and darker, like a bottomless abyss.

Thousands of years ago, Li Quan had never seen his little broken bird look at him with such an expression, no doubt, it was panic and fear.

Unable to bear it, the young man trembled: "How could he and I be two people? We have the same soul, the same preferences, the only difference is that I only remember the past, but he...he has the same present as you... ..." Even though he was not reconciled, he still uttered heart-pounding words at the moment when the tears flowed down his cheeks: "And the future."

Like a sharp blade killing one's heart, what the boy said was: the future between him and you!

Instead of: my future with you.

The tears were hard to stop, but he didn't intend to hold back anymore.

The young man looked at Yun Jian with tears and smiles: "If you must feel that he and I are not the same person, when the time comes when you can only choose one, you can choose him..."

"Uh……"

"I don't blame you...it's okay, I've been dead for so many years, you've already forgotten it, you shouldn't remember it, it's just...just don't forget me, okay?"

In one sentence, two meanings.

He hoped that Yun Jian would forget him, but also selfishly hoped that he would be remembered forever.

Thousands of years ago, Nachuan Xiaoliu would never be able to hand over the person he likes, but what if this "other" is another self?

The distance between them is never external, it is not a cut-off natural moat, it is not a millennium span, and it is not the design of Wutong...

But...

It's that the old friend is at home, and he should be happy, but it makes the person in front of him fall into a deep sleep.

Yun Jian looked at Jiang Ye, his throat was choked and he couldn't speak, his peach eyes were dark, and the tails of his eyes were smoky red.

He suddenly stood up, ran towards the young man, hugged him into his arms, his robe flew, and the sparks scattered the pile of bonfires. The bonfire behind him also lost its source of ignition, and gradually faded into sporadic spots of light.

The temple was suddenly dark.

Neither of them could see each other's face, and without the light, even the sound of heartbeat and breathing became more clearly audible.

Why not admit it?

Why does he have to think that his little stream and his little apprentice are not the same person?

He has experienced so much suffering and torture. He cut open his own soul, one stayed in the bones and was cursed and suppressed. he.

Whichever Yunjian wants, he is sorry for the other.

He was in extreme pain, and buried his head on the young man's neck with hope: "I was wrong, it was my fault, I shouldn't have woken you up so early for my own selfishness, I should have waited until Bu Lingchen found Ju Soul Lamp, you will be the most complete when you wake up at that time, instead of... making you work so hard..."

The young man's arms hugged the night very tightly, and the breath that buried his head around his neck was as hot as a flame, without the coolness just now.

Jiang Ye smiled suddenly, and he embraced Yun Jian back.

I also understood, and Yun Jian gave him the answer——

Yun Jian couldn't accept that after the small stream returned thousands of years ago, his little apprentice disappeared without a trace.

If you think about it differently, you will never be able to awaken the memory of the small stream thousands of years ago at night, and Yun Jian will not be so persistent in making him remember it.

because……

The people of Sri Lanka are dead, and the living are like this.

Liquan is very important in Yun Jian's heart, but if the price is to sleep forever, Yun Jian would rather not return to Liquan.

Reality is like a knife, like a sharp blade, straight to the heart.

It hurts and it hurts.

But the young man still smiled and hugged Yun Jian, not as Jiang Ye, nor as his complete self above Nine Heavens, but the thousand-year-old lonely soul in the remaining bones.

He held Yun Jian's face in his hands, pressed his forehead to the center of his eyebrows in the darkness, lightly rubbed the tip of his nose against the tip of his nose, and slowly kissed those thin lips like offering sacrifices.

This time, Yun Jian didn't push him away.

Instead, he sucked and sucked the young man's soft lips with fiery hotness, sucked lightly, grinded, and gnawed hotly and lingeringly.

During the passionate kiss, the memory fragments in the boy's mind were like blossoming fireworks, and every strong color recorded every detail of the little apprentice getting along with his master.

It turned out that his little broken bird has become a teacher.

It turned out that it was not that his Feng Lan Yunjian didn't like candied fruit, he could even swallow the blackened bitter soup that his little apprentice brought to his mouth.

It turned out that they also had a close relationship, and even more than this step, they also did something more intimate.

Every night of sleeping together is infinitely long, every time I wake up in the morning, I can stay by each other's side, and every time I take an adventure, I will always care about the other's safety...

He is his master, he will teach him martial arts and swordsmanship, he will protect him comprehensively, he will guide him to write upright words, and he will protect his shortcomings without hesitation as an elder in front of outsiders...

It was obviously a memory in my mind, but it became more and more strange as I looked at it.

He wanted to sink himself into the abyss of the sea of ​​consciousness, as if he had endured a thousand years of coldness alone in his bones, and let those beautiful memories like fireworks bloom forever in the air, glowing and glowing.

The kiss was passionate, and the soft humming overflowed his throat. Uncontrollably, tears rolled down the young boy's cheeks, and he hummed weakly like a small animal.

"Master, Master."