I heard that I am an affectionate male supporting role [Transmigration Book]

The moonlight gradually faded, and the forest trees in the deep mountains were torn out into strange shadows. Light and darkness blended together, drawing a unique pattern for the earth.

Bai Mian sat at the junction of the crown of the tree and the top of the mountain, curled up with his legs curled up beside the star-studded river and cried bitterly.

"Would you like me to accompany you for a while?" Xuan Jie said softly. He is not good at comforting others. He learned this trick from Qian Niang. Will lightly walk to my side and listen quietly.

Bai Mian sobbed and nodded, and when Xuan Jie came to sit down, she threw herself into Xuan Jie's arms—if he hadn't restrained enough, Xuan Jie almost threw her into the river, and he almost thought that Bai Mian was going to attack him.

"Why is it only me—" Bai Mian broke down in sobs, a woman's voice should have been as delicate and melodious as an oriole singing, but now it sounded hoarse and painful, it can be seen that people's voices were similar when she was wailing, she held onto Xuan Jie's clothes tightly, tears welled up, As if wanting to pour all the blood and water out of his body, Xuan Jie felt his chest was drenched, the cold wind blew past, and his heart trembled slightly.

Xuan Jie stretched out his hand stiffly, and after hanging his hand in the air for a long time, he stroked Bai Mian's hair hesitantly, smoothed it out again, and patted his back lightly and slowly.

If it was Cangyu, he would definitely do this.

Xuan Jie and this girl have never met in life, but just met by chance, but at this moment, he has become her only support.

For many years, Xuan Jie has always been quite indifferent to others, and has never changed. He didn't know that it would be extremely rude to think of irrelevant people at this moment. He hugged Bai Mian, but the white fox elegant Beautiful figure.

For Cangyu, was he once like white cotton now?

This made Xuan Jie feel contradictory. Out of his heart, he didn't care about Bai Mian's pain; but out of ego, he hoped that he could do better.

"Only me." Bai Mian panted, tears streaming out uncontrollably, her whole body was shaking, as if she was thrown into the snow and ice naked, "Why is it only me, why do I always hurt others, In fact, what they said was right, I was a villain, in fact, I killed my father, originally he... originally he could live a good life..."

She hiccupped while crying, and kept reaching out to wipe away her tears, looking a little ridiculous.

Xuan Jie could almost hear the sound of Bai Mian's chest being crushed, the woman was out of breath, crying in agony, the raven's wailing was nothing more than that.

"Cangyu is fine." Xuan Jie finally said, "You don't have to blame yourself."

He clumsily and dutifully completed the tasks assigned to him by Cangyu.

Bai Mian looked at him with red eyes, shook her head lightly and said, "You don't understand, right? I'm not worried about him, I'm worried about myself." She slowly stretched out her hand to show Xuan Jie, that hand was white and tender. Smooth and flawless, a few hot tears fell on the palm of his hand, "If...if I slow down, he might die, and I will kill him..."

This time Xuan Jie didn't say anything, he really thought so in his heart.

"I shouldn't agree, he doesn't know anything, but I do." Bai Mian curled up tightly, "I know what I am, it's my luck, that's why... he is in so much pain, he will hurt..."

The deep mountains and forests surrounded them in darkness, those shadows were lightly moved by the moonlight, making people breathless, Xuan Jie frowned and said, "Do you want to touch me again?"

Bai Mian suddenly turned her head to look at him, she was about to cry, she smiled reluctantly, wrapped herself tightly again, looked at Xuan Jie with her red eyes, and said softly in a hoarse voice: "It's okay, I You should get used to it by now." Tears were drowning in the mask, she lowered her head and said, "You don't need to do these things for me, this dress... burn it when you go back, otherwise, maybe Cangyu will get sick."

That touch didn't hurt anyone, it just completely shattered Bai Mian's fantasy.

"You are a very good person." Bai Mian stopped crying. She looked at her toes and held back her tears and said, "That's why I can't hurt you. If someone else is like me, and I'm like you, I I will definitely not be friends with her, because... because I still have my father, I don't want him to get sick. "

"My father is gone, but Cangyu is still alive..." Bai Mian choked up, "I don't want to go, please apologize for me, just say I'm sorry, I didn't mean it, I didn't mean anything."

During this day, Bai Mian experienced great joy and great sorrow. Although Bai Weiyue did not teach her in the way of teaching ordinary people, he still taught her how to be kind to others and keep her innocent heart.So she is distraught at the moment, she still thinks more about Cangyu and Xuan Jie in her heart, and she feels extremely guilty for hurting Cangyu, but at the moment she is restless and doesn't want to see Cangyu again.

Xuan Jie nodded silently.

Only then did Bai Mian stand up, and she took a deep look at Xuan Jie, with laughter and tears in her eyes, she said softly, "It turns out that this is how it feels when you meet someone else."

The light in her eyes dimmed quickly, and she became calm again, and slowly walked home along the night wind.

Xuan Jie didn't know if he had comforted Bai Mian, he thought probably not, if he had done it, then Bai Mian shouldn't be like that, he still had that girl's ecstatic look imprinted in his mind, and now, again It was as calm as a pool of stagnant water again.

Before going back, Xuan Jie saw a wild flower withered in the grass, maybe because of himself, maybe because of the white cotton, he picked it unexpectedly.

Cangyu was still waiting in the hut, he seemed to be thinking about something, his cold and hard face looked much softer under the moonlight, and the whole monster looked far more tender than usual.

Sometimes Xuan Jie would have the illusion that Cangyu is actually two different existences.

One is the Great Elder of the Fox Clan in Qingqiu, the great demon who raised him, once cared for Xuan Jie sincerely, but he was indifferent by nature, and he always pretended to be Xuan Jie in his heart so that it was difficult to follow him.

The other is gentle and considerate Tianhu, willing to laugh and fight with Xuan Jie, willing to do many things for him, and even willing to let go of the status and face of the Great Elder.

Xuan Jie can vaguely sense when Cangyu is using what identity, and if he is happy enough, he will not hesitate to show more of his true self in front of Xuan Jie; and at certain times, such as this time, he He quickly closed himself up, and turned back to that calm and wise elder, who neither laughed nor wavered, as if the green jade willing to sit on Xuan Jie's lap was just a dream.

It's a bit weird to say, Xuan Jie always felt that the Great Elder looked like he was laughing at his wishful thinking. Although he wouldn't love Rong Dan, he wouldn't love Xuan Jie either.

"You're back."

Cangyu lowered his eyes, and came back to his senses the moment Xuanjie pushed open the door. Instead of smiling, he showed a cold face. At this moment, even the moonlight could hardly soften his hard heart, and he frowned. He asked, "How is Miss Bai?"

His voice is that of a cup of tea mixed with ice, which is extraordinarily sober in every sense.

"she left."

Xuan Jie replied, he turned around and sat on the other end of the vine net, not being repelled by such indifference, he pressed his body tightly against Cangyu, and slowly pressed his head to the opponent's shoulder.He was as confused as Cangyu, but he was confused by two completely different things. Sometimes Xuanjie even felt that the more he knew, the more ignorant he became.

"I don't understand, Cangyu."

"What did you know?" Cangyu sneered, and said in a nonchalant manner, but his brows and eyes softened, and Tianhu quietly returned to his seat. After a moment of silence, he said, "Ask."

Xuan Jie looked up at the dark beams, the top was covered by darkness, he couldn't see clearly, he could barely see the grain of the wood, and the color after seeping water, if it was scratched at this moment, it would probably be easier to break than usual open.Once the beams are broken, the whole house will not be so strong anymore.

Just like people, they are easily broken after being hit.

Xuan Jie remembered Xie Tongyou's face, that smart and calm man quickly turned into a mess when the thunder cloud lit up, and he died completely at that moment.

"Why would Bai Mian do that?"

Xuan Jie raised his hand, grabbed a handful of moonlight and held it in the palm of his hand, the white light penetrated through the gap between his fingers, reflecting his skin pale.He thought of Bai Mian's eyes, the kind of eyes that had completely lost their brilliance and were gloomy, just like the icy moonlight, so cold that they could be immersed in darkness anytime and anywhere.

"Why did she give up?"

Xuan Jie was thoughtful, he didn't understand why Bai Mian would give up what he longed for.

It is true that whether Xuan Jie is willing to give is one thing, but whether Bai Mian wants it is another matter. If he changes places, he will never let go of Cang Yu's hands.

"Then why do you think it is?" Cangyu said with a smile, he stretched out his hand to wipe the dew on Xuanjie's cheek - just now when he touched the grass when picking flowers, Tianhu held the drop of dew on his fingertips and rubbed it For a moment, until they flowed down into a water trail, ending at the knuckles.

Cangyu probably thought it was a tear, so he sighed softly.

"Cowardly?" Xuan Jie raised his eyebrows and replied, his gaze was sharper than a knife's edge, his voice was as calm as thin ice, and he replied, "She is too cowardly, so she only dared to run away."

Cangyu snorted softly, withdrew her hand from Xuanjie's face, and said calmly: "Any creature must choose a suitable method to become itself, and Baimian chose a path that she thinks is correct."

This made Xuan Jie somewhat disapproving: "Then is she right?"

Cangyu's demeanor became elusive, and he smiled slightly, like a reef under the moonlight, unmoved by the impact of sea water.

"What is correct? Xuan Jie."

Xuan Jie just put the dried flower in Cang Yuzeng's injured palm.

He doesn't know what white cotton is right, but he knows himself.