In the willow smoke drunk, Gu Yin felt that he was sleeping, but his consciousness was very clear, and he clearly felt that in front of him was the green wave and white stamen, and the tip of his nose was an elegant and elegant fragrance. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

But I don't know what day and night, I don't know who my surname is.

She seems to have spent thousands of years in this soft dust, but she is ignorant and unconscious.

This chaos seemed to last until the moment when Yaotai collapsed, but it was shattered by a whimpering cry.

It was a girl of eleven or twelve, no more than the usual little jasper with jade beads, and she had only made a few tassel knots, and her soft and fine forehead was soaked with tears, and was pitifully attached to her cheeks.

Gu Yin wanted to take a closer look at the girl's eyebrows, but it was like a misty moon, and she couldn't see it clearly, so she simply turned her eyes to look elsewhere.

The girl was dressed in a coarse cloth shirt made of linen, and sat with two small arms like white lotus roots around her knees, her chin cut against her knees, and she only kept her voice down and cried, and was trembling by the night wind in the cold of spring.

This is a dilapidated small courtyard, with white walls and black tiles on all sides, and a dilapidated small wing room in the courtyard, which is not even equipped with an ear room, which is obviously a place where the little girl lives alone. But a person lives alone, without a slave to serve, but has a separate courtyard, the master is not the master, the servant is not a servant, and the identity is really embarrassing.

Gu Yin couldn't help but want to say stop crying, but found that the girl couldn't hear her voice at all, and stretched out her hand, as if she was far away. She lay back on the pear tree weakly, looked at a few wickers threaded out of the tender white pear blossoms in front of her, and quietly listened to the cry of the child, lining the white jade plate exposed in the gap between the branches and flowing with a trace of sadness.

It's really strange that it feels sad.

Although he can't remember who he is, "he" doesn't remember that he had this kind of feeling in the endless years of ancient times.

It's just a child, who was bullied today, what kind of trick did he lose tomorrow, and the day after tomorrow he had a verbal dispute, and then in a serious way, relatives who died of old age, sickness and death can cry for a while. Mortals, joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness are the norm.

But Gu Yin felt that "himself" was very wrong.

After crying for about half an hour, the girl quieted down, and although she couldn't see her eyes clearly, she must have been red and swollen.

"What's the use of crying." Gu Yin muttered involuntarily, only to realize that he couldn't control his words and deeds.

"Mama." The girl choked up two words, and then sobbed again.

Probably because her grandmother died, Gu Yin thought to herself, and heard the girl speak: "Mama, Ayin can't kill her." Right...... I'm sorry. ”

Only then did Gu Yin notice another slender girl lying under the porch, she couldn't see the unconscious expression clearly, but she could see the sharp bloody knife in her hand, winding a trail.

It wasn't the girl's blood, it was the marks of the tip of the knife.

Things suddenly became clear, and the grandmother in the little girl's mouth, probably lying in the back room, was the owner of the bloodstain.

"I'm sorry, she's my sister......" The little girl calmed down her uncontrollable sobs, looked in the direction of the door, and the words were eerily clear in the night sky: "I can't kill her, Mama." Why do you want to protect me? My mother and father don't want me anymore, and if the eldest lady wants to kill me, let her kill her. ”

A voice came out of Gu Yin's heart, karma, if you are not kind, I will be unjust, and this little girl will be kneaded by others.

The little girl who "kneaded" finally changed her posture, relaxed her stiff and sore muscles due to sitting for a long time, got up and walked slowly to another girl who was lying down.

"Miss, wake up." Her voice was hoarse, and her hands trembled as she tried to wake the girl on the ground.

It's just a dispute, it doesn't matter what the cause is, what matters is that someone wants her life and she accepts it.

The thin and thin back made Gu Yin, a bystander, feel more and more distressed, watching that back go farther and farther, as if he had suddenly awakened a beast in his heart, hating it, angry at its weakness, and more of a heart-rending panic about the girl pushing another person awake.

No! Can't wake her up. The beast at heart is roaring.

Waking up the child means committing suicide. She promised to protect this child for the rest of her life, and she couldn't let her die like this.

Gu Yin couldn't remember who she was, and she couldn't remember how all these strange emotions that didn't belong to her came from, but she still clearly felt the kind of intense despair that came from the girl.

The girl wants to give up her life. Because the world can't accommodate her.

Gu Yin wanted to touch the girl like crazy, wanted to pull her away, wanted to take her away from here. But through the silence of the whole world.

The girl couldn't see Gu Yin's hysteria. But she's still trying to wake up another person, a "sister" who will take her life.

It seemed that 10,000 years had passed, and there was a boiling noise in the distance, and I don't know who reached out to pick the girl up from the ground, and I don't know who broke into this dilapidated courtyard and said to the girl sternly: "Gu Yin! What are you guys messing about? Yes? Come on, ......" The words behind disappeared under Chang'e's osmanthus tree, and there seemed to be only that silver moon between heaven and earth, witnessing the sadness of a ghost.

This ghost is thinking, she is Gu Yin, so who am I? Who is me?

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Zhuang Zhou Mengdie. When Gu Yin woke up in the Yin and Yang Domain's thousands of miles of ghost wood, she only had these four words in her heart, she raised her eyes and saw that confused face, she pondered for a long time, and asked: "In the last life, when I was twelve years old, the night Gu Qi came to kill me, where were you?" ”

I'm always there for you. Wen Tingyan answered her from the bottom of his heart.

He looked into the depths of her eyes, leaned down gently, brought it close to her face, imprinted a warm kiss on the corner of her pale lips, and said, "Welcome back, my Ayin." ”

If I am powerless to protect you in this life,

It makes me feel the weight of my sins forever.

Let me put on my shackles,

Let me wake up with this sad pain in my dreams.