Looking at Hua Xiaomian's sleeping face with tear stains, Xi Qingchen couldn't help but sigh, he was really a little fool.

Your gift is also a catastrophe, and this time, I can be regarded as planting it in your hands. Xi Qingchen thought so.

After Hua Xiaomian fell asleep, Xi Qingchen waved his hand, and a blue-black circle of light flew out, and the figure slowly emerged, bending down and saluting, and his tone was quite respectful, "Master, what do you command." ”

"Check. Xi Qingchen didn't look at him, with a hint of anger in his voice.

"Master, what is the matter?" the man looked at him with a puzzled expression.

"What happened today. He glanced up at him, then looked down at Hua Xiaomian, his eyes were full of tenderness and sweetness, and gently dropped a kiss on his forehead, "My little baby is frightened, of course I want to get justice." ”

This man stood in the dark, looking at his master, and couldn't help but say in his heart, master, master, you are really too much, how can you make us lonely people like this?

"Yes. As soon as the voice fell, the man turned into a circle of light and flew out of the window, I don't know if it was to escape from the scene, or if he couldn't bear to look at it, anyway, he ran extremely fast, to the point of no mercy.

The person who flew out couldn't help muttering, "Stinky master, I'm busy trying to show affection, and even want to win the hearts of beauties, but I'm reluctant to do it myself, I only know how to enslave myself... ”

This person is his most trusted subordinate, called Mo Yu, an excellent son of the noble family in the devil clan, a noble son, well-informed, and fond of freedom, originally unruly, but was convinced by the demon king and was willing to be called.

He has appeared a few times before, such as doctors, such as helping with investigations and picking up things. (Except for the princess who is another minion, not him.) ）

As if Xi Qingchen knew what he was talking about, "Put away your careful thoughts and do things well." ”

The voice came directly to Mo Yu's ears, and Mo Yu, who was flying in the air, instantly became excited, looked around cautiously, and did not see anyone, as if relieved, patted his chest and comforted himself, "Whew, I'm scared to death." It turns out that people are not here. ”

“。。。。。。 Get on your errands. Xi Qingchen's voice came again. Although the tone was a hint of helplessness and pampering, it was not without anxiety.

Xi Qingchen couldn't help but roll her eyes, this Moyu, although he regarded him as his younger brother, was sometimes a little too serious, and he must be saying bad things about himself. Xi Qingchen thought so.

At this time, Hua Xiaomian felt that she had a nightmare, in the dream, she returned to before she was reborn, it was too miserable, the difference is that there is one person's love that is the only one, no one loves her, only her.

She couldn't see the man's face, and only knew that there was such a person by vague memory.

In the dream, I was like a ghost, following behind that person, watching him write "If you wake up from a dream" on his tombstone, muttering that if you wake up from a dream, there will be no you by your side. You know how helpless I am.

Hua Xiaomian inexplicably felt that he poured all his feelings into himself.

By this time, the rain had already begun to fall. He was like this in the rain, and his tone was indescribably sad,

"I may be very unprofessional in the eyes of many people, I only know how to talk and laugh every day, but in fact, my heart is like a sleepy beast, and many times, I am very lonely, but I refuse to speak. ”

Looking at the tombstone with gentle eyes, he said softly, "I'm sad to carry it myself, and I have to pretend to be happy, refuse everyone's kindness, I'm afraid that I will be hurt but I can't rest, others get close to me, I will subconsciously avoid, I like others but stop at the clear stream, and I always refuse to set fire easily." ”

As he spoke, he slowly began to lose control of his emotions.

I don't know if he knows that there is a listener, but he is still talking about it, "I don't know when, many people see me hanging out with many girls, but I don't have anything at all." There was also a time when I did change people frequently, but I didn't like any of them, and after just a few days of chatting, I didn't have anything to do with them anymore. ”

He seemed to be explaining something, and Hua Xiaomian was confused.

"Later, I had a crush on a girl for the first time, but unfortunately it didn't last long. There seems to be a gap between us. She has a good family, she is beautiful, she studies better than me, and she can play the guitar. ”

The tone seemed to sigh, full of regret.

With a memory, "Gradually, I began to distance myself from her, I can't tell what was going on, and then she cut off contact with me, and after that, I was actually relieved, and then I couldn't even remember her name. Could it be my scum?"

The closing tone was like mocking himself, and the corners of his mouth hooked a wry smile, as if he was laughing at himself.

"After a while, when I was arrogant, another girl broke into my world. She's the girl I think I've been tempted and worried about. ”

The sound of rain began to get louder, and the raindrops turned into beads, smashing people's heads a little dizzy, and these words slowly made Hua Xiaomian a little dizzy.

"She basically fits the type I like. Scorpio, a little younger than me, maybe a little bit more, is very cute, simple and kind, and doesn't study weird things. ”

He said so affectionately, Hua Xiaomian couldn't help but sigh You are a scumbag, right? I like this and that, why don't you go to heaven?

"Although she is not very good at studying, she is better than having no scheming. Then I started with a flirtatious attitude, and I successfully brushed the existence. We confirmed the relationship, we were with each other, and it was really sweet for a while. But then ... ”

At this point, he paused, his eyes dodging slightly, but he continued to speak.

The rain started to get heavier.

"Actually, I don't know why, but we did break up, I don't have that heart, I don't have the heart anymore. I've been obsessed with it, either obsessively or likely. I want to be with you, but the reality is really cruel, the two of us have that layer of separation in our hearts, and we will never go back. ”

He smiled wryly again, looked at the photo on the tombstone, and looked at the photo with a little nostalgia, "Of course, you told me the same thing. I don't give up on keeping in touch, it's really shameless, and I feel wronged. Until I wrote in my diary to my heart, I was empty for a few days. ”

The rain has turned into torrential rain.

At this time, his mood seemed to be quiet, he smiled shallowly, but said very cruel words in his mouth, "I was playing a game that night, and you sent a message, but I didn't care, until you told me that you felt that you seemed to be tempted, and I felt a little uncomfortable, but I still pressed it down and listened to you." When you tell me what you think,

("I seem, someone has stolen my heart")

("Now I finally understand that taking advantage of the situation, taking advantage of the fire, taking advantage of the danger")

("A person is really very vulnerable to being captured by others when he is injured")

"Look, how clearly do I remember your words? Do you know how much my heart hurt at that time?" said such words in his mouth, his eyes seemed to be distressed for himself, a tear slowly slid down, and gradually merged with the raindrops, at this time it was impossible to tell whether it was rain or tears, but his eyes looked at the tombstone without blinking.

"You know what? You showed me the chat history, and I suddenly felt a dull ache. You also told me that even when I talked to you most often, I didn't talk as much as the two of you, and I had a feeling that my heart was like a knife, and it quickly disappeared again. He couldn't help but cover his heart as he said this, and his brow furrowed slightly, as if he was in pain now.

The way she covered her heart made people feel a little distressed, as if she had telepathy, Hua Xiaomian felt that she was also hurting in her heart.

"I really think I should let you go, I pretend I don't understand anything, I laugh at the relationship between the two of you, and when you say it's impossible for the two of you, I don't even feel happy at all. The tone was full of loneliness.

"I'm chatting with you now and my mood is inevitably a little complicated, just like your name, upstairs Huazhi laughs and sleeps alone, I am alone, as if abandoned by the world, even Xiaohua laughs at me to face it alone. His eyes began to turn pitiful.

Hua Xiaomian felt that he might be a green arrow, but she uncontrollably felt empathy for him.

"Maybe I often call your name, but it's actually a reflection of my own life. When he said this, it made people feel a little distressed. Hua Xiaomian seemed to feel like she was crying too.

"I always thought that I would care so much if I liked it, but now that I think about it, I think it should be difficult for me to like someone, always building walls in my heart, thinking that I like it very much, always hypnotizing myself, but I don't know what I really want, and in the end it will be nothing. When I wake up from a dream, who will I think of, and whether someone will give me a warm hug. It's easy to feel the same way.

When he said this, he seemed to have just felt the raindrops, shivered with fear, hugged himself with his arms, and even cried at the tombstone.

After listening to this, Hua Xiaomian only felt chills all over her body, maybe even her eyes were red, and she actually had a feeling in her heart, it turned out that she had only re-acquainted him for the first time today, but she wanted to think about it carefully, but she couldn't really remember who it was?

It's like watching a movie, but when she woke up, Hua Xiaomian only had this poem left in her mind.

The poem is both a murmur and a sigh.

The snow is long and the wind is saved, and the flowers are raining,

In the end, there are only three remaining autumns;

The peach is dying, the frost is scattered,

The pen and paper are soft;

refuses to dream of the mountains and listen to the sea,

Snow flies every year.