Is it the same with other big brothers?

The night is deep, the candles are lit, and the light of the courtyard is like a golden crow.

"Lu Qingkong? Younv?"

Ye Weiyang handed a stack of files in his hand to Zhou Lingxue, frowned, and said: "People from Rizhao should be recorded in Shishen Country, I'll have someone find it for you tomorrow and send it to you—here is A list of all those who died in Shishen country."

Zhou Lingxue took it over, swept it casually, and said: "My ninth senior brother has a restless temperament, if he comes to Shichen country, he won't be silent, please trouble Master Ye to send someone to other more lively places Find a place."

Ye Weiyang said: "Naturally."

After discussing the matter of Lu Qingkong, Zhou Lingxue and Ye Weiyang had nothing else to say, returned the file, stood up and said goodbye.

Ye Weiyang stopped him suddenly, with a bit of embarrassment on his face, he whispered: "Do you believe that person is really a bright candle?"

Zhou Lingxue's expression turned cold, and the killing intent on her body was almost uncontrollable: "Don't talk nonsense, he is a senior brother, I won't admit his mistake."

Ye Weiyang said: "But your second senior brother also said that Mingzhu fell onto the Bisun Cliff in front of his eyes, there is no life to survive in that kind of situation, not to mention that his dantian was destroyed before he fell, what's more It's ten deaths and no life, you really believe him..."

Before he finished speaking, a cold light suddenly shot towards him, brushing the side of his face and scratching a deep scratch on the wall behind Ye Weiyang.

Zhou Nexue said coldly, "He is the senior brother."

Ye Weiyang saw Zhou Neixue's vicious look about to kill someone, she shook her head helplessly, and said: "Okay, if you say yes, then let's do it."

Zhou Nexue turned around and left.

Mingzhu was arranged by Ye Weiyang in the other courtyard of Changye Villa, walking along the chaoshou veranda, and then crossing a stone bridge.

Zhou Yingxue took advantage of this time to suppress the fierceness and murderous intent emanating from his whole body, and when he pushed open the door of the room, he turned back to indifference without expression.

Zhou Lingxue talked with Ye Weiyang for more than half an hour. At first, he thought that Ming Zhu had already fallen asleep, but when he opened the door, he saw Ming Zhu was wearing a white dress, standing barefoot by the window, looking down at him. wearing something.

Zhou Nexue walked over slowly, and when he saw the thing in Mingzhu's hand, his pupils shrank sharply.

An arm-long green snake was curled up in Mingzhu's hand, probably because his body was stuck on the window sill and he was pinched, even crawling was difficult. He was slowly stroking the wound with his fingertips, his lowered eyes were indifferent.

Seeing Mingzhu's expression, Zhou Nexue felt a burst of panic for no reason.

"Brother?"

His voice almost changed.

Ming Zhu seemed to have just realized that he was coming, and after a moment of distraction, he smiled and said: "You are back, have you discussed the matter?"

Zhou Nexue pursed her lips and said nothing.

Ming Zhu said, gently placed the little snake in his hand on the window lattice, tapped the green snake's head with his fingertips, and said softly: "Go."

The green snake swam slowly on the window lattice, nodded towards the bright candle in a humane manner, and quickly slipped away.

It wasn't until the green snake swam into the darkness that Mingzhu came back to his senses, looked at Zhou negativexue suspiciously, and said, "Why don't you speak?"

Zhou Lingxue opened his mouth, but he couldn't utter a single word. A kind of unreasonable panic and despair shrouded his heart, and the details that he could ignore in the past few days after reuniting with Mingzhu gradually surfaced.

Why is he no longer afraid of heights, no longer afraid of snakes?

Why would he throw a seriously injured person off the kite with such a smile?

Why……

Ye Weiyang's words suddenly rang in his ears: "Do you believe that person is really a bright candle?"

Seeing that he had been silent for a while, Mingzhu looked a little absent-minded, stretched out his hand in front of him suspiciously, and said vaguely: "Lengxue, what's wrong?"

Zhou Nexue shuddered suddenly, and quickly came back to his senses. He looked at the bright candle, and his beating heart slowly calmed down.

Zhou Lingxue said heartily: "He is the senior brother."

Ming Zhu stretched out his hand and patted Zhou Nexue's face, and said worriedly: "Hey, what's the matter? Could it be that something happened to Xiao Jiu and You Nu?"

Zhou Lingxue pulled his hand down and shook his head lightly: "It's nothing, let's look for it in Shishen country together tomorrow."

"Oh." Ming Zhu nodded, and another smile appeared on his face, "Xun Xun Xun, I went to buy some food by the way, ah, I remember when I was a child, there was a shop on the main street, and the peach blossom cakes in it were very delicious, um, I don't know if it's still there now?"

Zhou Lingxue said, "I'll look for it tomorrow."

Ming Zhu smiled with his eyes bent, and said, "Okay."

Two rooms were cleared out of the other courtyard, but Zhou Lingxue didn't want to let Mingzhu out of her sight for too long, and forced to sleep with him regardless of Mingzhu's protest.

Mingzhu turned his back to him angrily, curled up into a ball, the bed was so big, but he almost pressed himself against the wall.

Zhou Lingxue looked at his back and said, "Brother, are you cold?"

Ming Zhu said: "I'm not cold!"

Zhou Nexue let out an "oh" and then fell silent.

Mingzhu waited for a long time, and after confirming that Zhou Lingxue was finally asleep, he sighed softly, turned over lightly, and was hugged by both hands in the next moment, and someone pressed his waist, and was caught off guard. Arrived in Zhou Nexue's arms.

Mingzhu was startled, he still couldn't get used to being so close to people, and immediately stepped back: "Zhou Nexue! Don't push yourself too far!"

Zhou Lingxue grabbed him tightly, rubbed his face against the top of Mingzhu's hair, sighed, and said, "Senior brother is not cold anymore, but Lingxue is a bit cold."

Ming Zhu grabbed the quilt and threw it on his head, angrily said: "Just cover the quilt when it's cold, what's wrong with hugging me?"

Jin was covering the heads of the two of them, and the darkness shrouded them. Only the candlelight that leaked in through the gap could see each other's expressions.

It was only later that Mingzhu realized how ambiguous his posture was at this time, he kicked indiscriminately, his original angry momentum suddenly changed, and he whispered: "Let go, let me go."

In the small space, even each other's breathing could be heard clearly.

Zhou Lingxue lowered her voice and said in a deep voice: "Senior brother, I already know what is a momentary obsession and what is admiration."

Ming Zhu was startled and looked at him in astonishment.

"My admiration for senior brother has nothing to do with identity or appearance," Zhou Lingxue said blankly, like thunder, "Whether you are a human or a ghost, ugly or beautiful, I don't care."

During these 50 years of running around, Zhou Lingxue often wondered, if he hadn't escaped so embarrassingly on the night of kissing on Rizhao Mountain, but followed his own heart and directly told Mingzhu what he wanted, then everything would be perfect. It's different.

At least, he doesn't have to spend 50 years of regret and pain alone.

For a person like Ming Zhu, the way of not fighting or grabbing is just pushing him further and further away. If he doesn't tell him his true intentions, according to his slowness, he may not be able to realize it until he dies.

Zhou Lingxue hugged his slightly cold body, thinking almost self-defeating, maybe Mingzhu couldn't accept it at first, but she had already told him all her heart, even if she really couldn't get him in the end, she wouldn't let herself Leave regrets in vain.

Mingzhu was caught off guard by Zhou Lingxue's light and fluffy words, he stared blankly at Zhou Lingxue's gaze, his lips trembled, but he didn't say anything.

Zhou Lingxue let go of his hand slowly, not daring to press him too tightly: "Brother, don't be angry with me, I can't do anything."

Mingzhu was stunned for a moment, and immediately rolled into the bed with the quilt rolled up, curled up into a ball together with the quilt, and didn't say a word.

Zhou Nexue knew that he would not be able to accept it for a while, so she didn't approach him again, but said softly: "Brother, go to sleep."

Ming Zhu didn't speak, Zhou Nexue didn't say any more, half lying on the bed and watching his back without blinking, not feeling sleepy at all, planning to watch it all night.

More than half an hour later, just when Zhou Negxue thought that Mingzhu had fallen asleep, he suddenly made a muffled sound from under the quilt.

"Zhou negative snow."

Ming Zhu would only call him by his first and last name when he was angry, and it was the first time Zhou Yuxue heard him call his full name in such a gentle voice.

"what?"

"Don't..." Ming Zhu said softly, "Don't like me."

Zhou Nexue was taken aback for a moment, then said softly after a while: "You can't control me."

Mingzhu said softly: "I am a monster, so..."

His body curled up even tighter, his voice trembling: "Please, don't like me."

Zhou Lingxue pursed her lips, didn't ask any further questions, but said, "Go to sleep."

If Zhou Nexue could see Ming Zhu's expression at this time, maybe he wouldn't say such words lightly.

Mingzhu hugged his chest with both hands, biting his quilt foot tightly, his eyes were red, his heart was sore as if it had exploded, but not a single drop of tears flowed out.

He thought dazedly: "Who would like a monster? No matter how serious Zhou Lingxue is, he will never accept a monster that has been resurrected from the dead. He can't accept it. He..."

Nobody likes monsters.

Mingzhu sleeps very peacefully, not at all as restless as when he could change a dozen sleeping positions in an hour.

As soon as the sky was bright, Zhou Lingxue, who had closed his eyes for a nap, slowly opened them, and saw Mingzhu still curled up in the same posture as last night, without moving.

Zhou Lingxue was afraid that he would make a fuss, so she quickly pushed him: "Senior brother?"

Mingzhu gently lifted the quilt, revealing a messy head, he probably hadn't slept all night, his eyes were a little red.

Zhou Lingxue's expression turned cold, and he said, "You haven't slept all this time?"

Mingzhu hugged the quilt, shook her head with a sleepy expression, and said, "It's okay, I don't want to sleep."

Zhou Lingxue's expression was extremely ugly.

Because Zhou Lingxue's sudden words yesterday made Mingzhu think wildly all night, he didn't want to talk to Zhou Lingxue any more for a while, so he tore off the quilt and got out of bed by himself.

Ye Weiai also ran over quickly, calling Brother Zhu repeatedly in the yard, jumping around alive and well.

Ming Zhu forced a smile and rubbed his head, "Do you want to go out to play today?"

Ye Weiai nodded desperately: "Yeah!"

As soon as he finished speaking, someone knocked on the head, Ye Weiyang appeared behind him, and said lightly: "I'm afraid it won't work today, wait until tomorrow."

Ye Weiai was a little frustrated immediately: "But I want to go out and play with Brother Zhu."

Ye Weiyang comforted him a few more words before raising her head and looking at Ming Zhu.

Ming Zhu's face was pale, even his thin lips were bloodless, he said lightly, "Wei Young."

They just met yesterday, the first thing Ye Weiyang recognized him was not that he was happy that he was not dead, but looked at him with a strange and fearful look, and his attitude was extremely alienated and vigilant, as if the people in front of him hadn't been together since childhood A best friend who grew up, but a beast that devours people.

Ye Weiyang looked at the strange yet familiar face, hesitated for a moment before whispering: "Ming...Master Ming..."

Ming Zhu was taken aback for a moment, then laughed suddenly, and said softly: "I'm sorry, I offended you, Master Ye."

He smiled lightly, but his hands hidden in his sleeves were trembling slightly.

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