The rivers and lakes can't stand it

It was getting late, and the shadow of the mountain was dark, the shadow of the flowers faded, and the old red light was reflected in the pool.

On the way, Murong Hua came to take Yang Qing away. His business was so big that he had friends from all over the world. Many people gave him gifts, including Yang Qing.

Yang Qing was curious and followed him.

On the way, there were also people who wanted to come over to make friends with Qiu Zhuoxue, but they didn't dare to come up when they saw the god-killing people around him.

The two walked back slowly. Even though there was a lot of trouble in the hall and the atmosphere was extremely stiff, the outside was still in full swing, full of voices, loud laughter burst out from time to time, and the sound of clinking dishes and cups was clear. can be heard.

Yue Mijin couldn't help but glance at Qiu Zhuoxue.

Qiu Zhuoxue has a lot of friends, and he should have been drinking there, listening to people's applause, these few days he stayed with him, his friends became lonely because he didn't have any contact with him.

Stop at the moment and stop moving forward.

Qiu Zhuoxue walked for a while, seeing that Yue Mijin hadn't followed, she turned her head and saw that he seemed to be looking into the hall, and smiled secretly: "After all, he is still a young man, he can't move his legs when he sees the excitement."

But after thinking about it again, Yang Qing is okay, but getting more lost is not such a temperament, and he is really curious.

Qiu Zhuoxue said with a smile: "You are neither greedy for alcohol nor lively, why did you suddenly change your mind today, and became curious, do you want to go in and have a look?"

Most people who practice martial arts are direct and forthright, as long as they drink a few bowls of wine, they will become friends, especially for such famous people.

Yue Mijin shook his head and said, "I'm not interested in this."

"What is that?"

Looking more confused, he doesn't seem to have the slightest thought on it, and his expression is indeed not distressed, and he calms down a little: "It's nothing, I thought you would want to join in the fun."

"You can join in the excitement at any time, and you can find troubles at any time." Qiu Zhuoxue suddenly shook her head and smiled, "If I want to go, I will really pull you there. You may not be able to leave if you want to, I am indeed I don't have that in mind."

Yue Mijin snorted softly.

Qiu Zhuoxue peeked at him and couldn't help laughing: "Why, don't you believe it?"

Between the two, Qiu Zhuoxue has always been more thoughtful, he seems to have the principles and rules of the world, and everything is very clear.

Yue Mijin practiced Taoism for a while when he was a child, but he was not born in the world after all.

So sometimes I can see him through, sometimes I just understand him, and sometimes I can't figure it out at all.

At this time, Yue Mijin suddenly felt warm in his palms, and saw Qiu Zhuoxue holding his hand and walking forward, holding his body with his hands, and couldn't stop once he started walking.

The two walked down the corridor for a long time, only to see the willow branches fluttering and the shadows of flowers swaying, covering their figures densely.

Just listen to Qiu Zhuoxue said: "Five years ago when I was visiting the South China Sea, I met a temple fair. Although it was a winter night, but the night ban was lifted, people from the whole town came out to watch the excitement. I really can't forget the grand scene. I can't forget it. The streets are decorated with lights and festoons, so beautiful that they can only illuminate the bright lights like daytime."

Yue Mijin didn't know why he said this, but he still listened quietly, and said calmly: "There are so many lamps, so you have to burn a lot of lamp oil money?"

"Indeed a lot." Qiu Zhuoxue lowered her head and smiled, "You care about people's livelihood, but the town sincerely worships the Buddha, and the rich are willing to contribute generously to make big money. Ordinary people spend less, so don't worry."

Yue Mijin was actually just casually mentioning: "And then?"

"I wandered among the tourists, and in the middle of the night, the townspeople were still in high spirits and never stopped." Qiu Zhuoxue's sleeves rustled with the night wind, and his soft voice was still clear among the flowers and leaves, " On a whim, I wanted to watch the sun, so I climbed up the mountainside in the middle of the night, looked down, and saw that the daytime lights in the town were much weaker, gathered in one place, like stars flowing westward, and the stars fell to the ground, which is not interesting. "

Yue Mijin felt that he seemed to understand something, but he didn't seem to understand it at all.

"I have already admired the lanterns." Qiu Zhuoxue whispered among the flowers, "Now I am about to climb the mountain and find another scenery, why do you want to pull me down to enjoy it again?"

Drinking and enjoying music with others is certainly Qiu Zhuoxue's hobby, but being alone with Yue Mijin is even more of Qiu Zhuoxue's hobby.

Now Yue Mijin finally understood, he said flatly: "You always talk in a twist and turns."

Qiu Zhuoxue said with a smile: "If you don't turn around, how can I tell you to follow me patiently."

The two of them didn't know when they arrived outside the wing room where they lived, the crowds were far away, and there was no laughter, drinking or talking nearby, so it was exceptionally clean.

The hand suddenly loosened, and the warmth left suddenly. Just when Yue Yujin felt empty in his heart, he saw Qiu Zhuoxue raised his hands back and forth, looked at him slyly, pushed his shoulders against the door, and walked backward into the darkness among.

"I'm here, but I don't dare to turn around any more."

The lights were not bright, the night was dark, and amidst the changes of light and shadow, half of Qiu Zhuoxue's face that seemed to be smiling was exposed, and even this sentence seemed to carry ambiguous feelings.

Yue Maze couldn't help but climbed the steps and walked in.

I don't know how many times I have been to this room. Even if I don't have night vision ability, I can still remember the nearby furniture and furnishings clearly. What's more, this is just a place to live, and there is no danger.

But the strange thing is that his heart is beating extremely fast in his chest right now.

Can't tell if it's chaos or panic.

The dim moon finally climbed up the treetops, and the faint blue light fell on the ground through the window lattice. A hand stretched out from the dark place, shining flawlessly, and slowly pulled Yue Maze's skirt.

Putting your hands on your chest, listening to his heartbeat warmly through the clothes, gently stroking it.

Going beyond the maze seems to have lost its importance, and the whole person moves over, approaching step by step like a maniac.

"Are you trustworthy now? If I really want to drag you somewhere, you won't be able to leave even if you want to."

In the darkness, Qiu Zhuoxue's voice sounded particularly ethereal, even a little indifferent, almost contemptuous, surprisingly strange.

Even if I let you go, you have to throw yourself into the trap.

I don't know if it was Qiu Zhuoxue's own words, or his delusional imagination, which aroused goosebumps all over his body.

Qiu Zhuoxue is not a frivolous person, on the contrary, he is more dignified and steady, even so perfect that people are overwhelmed, so empty that people have nowhere to focus, on the contrary, he is more hateful than Qiu Zhuoxue in the past seven years.

This kind of contempt and arrogance is nothing more than the hazy night that gives people a reasonable diversion of the dark corners of their hearts. It seems that he is no longer just Qiu Zhuoxue himself, but also a condensed entity of the nightmares that have caused Yue Mi to toss and turn in the past seven years.

Yue Mijin once hated him, as if digging out his heart, but it was not entirely hatred, it was a kind of affection that was even more inexplicable.

The hands that never wavered could not help but tremble slightly, an inexplicable thirst swept through the maze, he didn't know if he longed for this person, or wanted to strangle this person to death.

Love and death, the distance seems not far away.

From pulling to pushing, the hand gently pressed against his chest, but it was not resisting.

Qiu Zhuoxue's expression could not be seen clearly in the darkness, soon a bit of warmth fell on Yue Mijin's left cheek, time seemed to slow down in an instant, even the flowers and leaves placed outside the window slowed down, and the sound of the wind stopped.

That spot of heat spread slowly, from the left cheek to the tip of the nose, scorching the whole face, and the last chuckle made her face redder and redder.

The heat fell on the lips.

Yue Mazin's body tensed up, his throat seemed to be blocked by something, and he couldn't speak.

Many times, Yue Mijin really wanted to treat Qiu Zhuoxue better, but he didn't know how to be nice, and he didn't know how to love.

No one in this world has ever loved him.

But Qiu Zhuoxue has endless affection, generously enveloping everyone, his wonderful eyes seem to be able to see the infinite good in the world, see all the hidden dangers, just a word can easily make people's hearts sway.

The lost heart quickly softened again, he forced himself to be calm, hesitantly touched Qiu Zhuoxue's waist, with the lingering hatred and anger, the action was unavoidably a bit rude.

Qiu Zhuoxue didn't cry out in pain, and didn't speak, but slowly swam up her hand, put it on her shoulder, seemed to feel something wrong, then stretched it out calmly, and wrapped her arms around her neck, really like a spider wrapping its silk to snare its prey.

He stuck close, with warm breath, waiting to get more confused and choose.

The movement of getting more and more maze finally became ferocious, he almost hugged Qiu Zhuoxue, and kissed her so hard that it seemed as if he wanted to swallow the person's cramps, and it was like the last pleasure of despair, in the extreme hatred Biting him gently with anger.

The two stumbled and walked against each other, bumped into something, and finally stopped.

Zhengshen was in a daze, and a sudden crisp cracking sound startled the two of them.

No one moved.

"Oh." Qiu Zhuoxue, whose waist was leaning against the table, sighed, his voice sounded lazy and careless, "It's the teacup that fell off the plate, brother Yue is so big..."

He spoke ambiguously, and couldn't make out whether the last two words were hostility or strength?

The two spider legs that were entangled with him tore away the web, let them go freely, and slowly started to light the fire. The candle had slid to the edge of the table and was rolling, rubbing the fire and seeing light.

Tears of melted wax dripped down and fell onto Yue Mijin's heart with a "pop", and he stood there blankly with a blue face, at a loss as if he had made a mistake, not knowing whether it was annoyance or regret.

Qiu Zhuoxue's face was drooping, she was still stepping on a half broken teacup, her lips were full of red, as if she had applied rouge, her lips were as gorgeous as bleeding, making her face hot.

The flame illuminated his burning palm, and a scar was clearly visible.

Feeling ashamed to be put away again, his eyes suddenly became sharper, he grabbed his hand, and said in a deep voice, "Are you injured?"

"Huh?" Qiu Zhuoxue was also taken aback.

Sure enough, there was a wound from the tiger's mouth to the palm, but not much blood came out, only a white gap was cracked between the palms.

Qiu Zhuoxue realized: "It's time to pick up the golden needle."

It turned out that Qiu Zhuoxue was in a hurry at that time. Although he caught the golden needle, his own tiger's mouth was cut deeply. At the beginning, he didn't feel any pain. When he was discovered, his senses began to work again, and he felt sore and itchy after a long time. It hurt like a thorn.

This kind of injury is nothing to a martial arts practitioner, and since he didn't hurt his muscles and bones, if he finds out later, he might be healed.

Qiu Zhuoxue smiled and put her hand on Yue Mijin's cheek.

The wound on Yue Mijin's face has faded now, turned into a shallow white mark, if you don't look carefully, you can hardly see it, but the wound on the palm is particularly shocking.

Yue Mijin didn't dare to look directly at his face, and said in a muffled voice, "Does it hurt?"

Qiu Zhuoxue looked at him and suddenly laughed: "Brother Yue, what are you asking?"

Yue Mijin's face suddenly burned.

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