"Cut bamboo leaves, can you, don't go?"

Miyamoto Li looked at Ye Zhu with some trepidation, her cheeks flushed slightly, she saw that Ye Zhu's face was a little strange, and immediately waved her hand again and again as if she had thought of something, and said incoherently:

"No, no, I don't mean to do anything else! Not really! Not what you think! ”

Seeing Miyamoto Li, who was at a loss, Ye Zhu, who was still a little thoughtful, laughed, and immediately shook his head and said:

"I know you didn't mean that, so I don't need to say it. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo”

"I really—didn't..."

"Okay, I know. Well, since you say so, it's okay for me to sleep here. ”

"Hmm." Miyamoto nodded lightly, her face still ruddy.

"Then I'll go to another room to get the quilt first, you sleep on the bed, and I'll sleep on the ground."

With that, Ye Zhu walked out of the room, walked to the room he originally intended to rest, and moved out a set of quilts, and after coming back with the quilt, he laid it out neatly, then sat down casually, and looked up at Miyamoto Li:

"Alright, it's time to rest. There's still a lot to do tomorrow, so go to bed early. ”

"Uh-huh!" Miyamoto nodded obediently.

"Then I'll blow the candle out."

With a slight exclamation, the room suddenly went dark.

After blowing out the candle, Ye Zhu got into the quilt, feeling the warm feeling coming from the quilt everywhere, his expression was obviously much more relaxed, and tiredness kept coming from his body, and he was drowsy.

But instead of closing his eyes immediately, he turned his head slightly to look at the slightly open window.

The curtains there, with the cool breeze blowing, fell together, and the bright moonlight spilled in from the window, a beautiful halo.

Ye Zhu turned around slightly, looking at the silver-white moonlight, those dark eyes seemed to sink into the water, becoming blurred, and his lips touched slightly, as if he wanted to say something.

I don't know how long it took, a slightly hesitant soft voice sounded: "... Cut bamboo leaves, have you slept? ”

After a slight silence, Ye Zhu's flat voice sounded, "Not yet." What's wrong? ”

Ye Zhu's biological clock is very stable, in the original world, he generally gets up at seven o'clock, goes to bed at one o'clock at night, never takes a lunch break, and guarantees six hours of sleep a day. He had maintained this habit for nearly seven years, and there was hardly a day that he did not do so, so even though he was very tired today, he could not fall asleep before one o'clock.

"No, it's okay....."

"Do you feel scared?" Ye Zhu looked at the ceiling in a daze, and suddenly muttered.

“...... Well. ”

"I'm sorry."

Hearing Miyamoto Li's fragile words, Ye Zhu couldn't help but sigh, thinking back to Jing Haoyong, who had died not long ago, and when the latter's bloodstained face and the last weak smile he showed came to mind, he apologized in a low voice.

Alas, I knew it a long time ago that I couldn't be too deeply involved with the people of this world.

But it still doesn't turn out as I wanted......

The experience in the Demon Realm, and the painful memories of Heonrose's final death for him, in addition to making Ye Zhu deeply understand the importance of power and realize the truth that 'only the strongest people are the least likely to lose', the rest is to warn him not to easily bond with others, because if the person who has become bound to him dies, he will be very sad.

Yes, it's okay to die yourself, but it's sad to see someone close to you die.

He no longer wanted to go through the grief of watching Heonrose die as he had done then.

But it backfired, he still met Jing Haoyong and them, and Jing Haoyong really died in front of him, and even by him personally. Now that I think about it, the only thing to be thankful about is that he still has a shallow relationship with Jing Haoyong and others, and he can't say that he is very sad.

But this is just for Ye Zhu. For Miyamoto Rei, disaster first struck, witnessing the death of countless friends and classmates, then experiencing the filial piety of her childhood sweetheart, and finally before the tragic death of her lover, Jing Haoyong, who watched her in person. She experienced such a continuous tragedy without collapsing, which already surprised Ye Zhu.

Ye Zhu knew that he had never been a person who was easy to be ruthless, so he accepted Jing Haoyong's request before he died, as for the reason, in addition to feeling a little guilty about Jing Haoyong, it was more of pity for this girl.

"Cut Zhuye-kun, why, do you have to apologize?" Rei Miyamoto's voice was a little low.

"If I had gone earlier, or if I hadn't let you go, maybe it wouldn't have been like this. So, sorry. ”

"No, no, that's it. Cut bamboo leaves, you are not wrong. Because the wrong person - it's me... If it weren't for me, I would never have died. He was bitten by a dead body to protect me. ”

Miyamoto Li's voice was very hoarse, full of infinite self-blame, just listening, Ye Zhu seemed to be able to feel the fierce and turbulent sadness from her words, as if standing alone in a torrential rain, drenched by the heavy rain, and even his heart had no temperature.

Ye Zhu couldn't see her face, but he could imagine that she must be crying, but she endured it very stubbornly and didn't let the tears fall.

He wanted to comfort her.

But what could he say?

Just say you don't have to blame yourself? Or is it all not her fault, but the world's fault?

No, none of this works.

Yes, useless.

He also felt extremely remorseful for Heonrose's death, but he could understand Miyamoto Rei's feelings at the moment, so he couldn't comfort him, just because he understood that he could only rely on herself to get out of this sadness after all.

After a long silence, Ye Zhu's eyes flashed slightly, as if he saw the girl who was always proud of her little face and was a stinky fart.

He suddenly said, "Yes, if it weren't for you, he wouldn't have died." It's you who is wrong. ”

Miyamoto was silent, and the room grew darker.

But he changed his words and said:

"But that's why you have to live well. A very important friend of mine once said that it is precisely because human life is so fragile that the inheritance of life is extremely precious. If a dead person can't even live forever, no one will miss him, no one will remember him, and in the long run, this person will disappear into this world, as if it never existed. ”

"If even you, who miss Jing Haoyong the most, die, then he really disappears, I think what you have to do is not to continue to grieve and blame yourself for his death, but to carry his life and think about what you can do."

"It's a choice to just give up, and then be killed by a dead body... Or will he live with his share? ”

Ye Zhu's voice has always been flat, but every word is what he wants to tell Miyamoto Li from the heart... No, maybe it's not just to tell her, but more, I want him to remember it himself:

Blind sadness is useless, in many cases, people have to be strong, only in this way, can they be worthy of the past, can not regret why they did not make a choice at a certain moment in the future.

Ye Zhu's dark eyes lit up slightly in the night, and he said in a low voice: "Then you, which one do you want to choose?" ”

Miyamoto Li clung to the quilt tightly, her eyes were red, she hid her face with one hand and choked up: "I, I want to live, and I will live together with the eternal share......"

In this room where there were only the two of them, Miyamoto Rei sobbed quietly, getting louder and louder, and finally turned into a suppressed cry.

And in the suppressed cry, Ye Zhu looked at the bright moonlight, his eyes were blurred, and sleepiness came over like a tide, and at the moment before falling asleep, he muttered as if unconsciously:

"Light, I miss you so much."

...

It's dawn.

Nothing was said all night.

Standing next to the motorcycle, Ye Zhu stuffed the helmet to Miyamoto Rei and said, "Put it on, we're about to leave, we have to hurry to the police station and meet the senior sisters of Poison Island." ”

On Miyamoto Lijiao's beautiful face, some tears can still be seen, and those eyes like autumn water are still a little red, as if they have cried. After wiping her cheeks, she nodded obediently and put her helmet on.

Ye Zhu patted the car mat, she got into the car first, and then he himself put on another helmet, sat in front of Miyamoto Li, let her hug his waist, he inserted the key into the hole, and then started the motorcycle.

As soon as the locomotive engine moved, there was an unusually noisy sound, and after that sound, as if in response, there were bursts of hoarse roars in many places around.

Hearing the roar, Ye Zhu glanced up at the clear sky, smiled slightly, and suddenly accelerated!

"Boom!"

The speed of the locomotive was suddenly raised, and it disappeared in an instant!