Feng Yan maintained this posture.

Looking at Wei Xingzhen's flickering and indisputable expression, she suddenly burst into a smile.

"Bai Wujian said that I had a catastrophe when I was twelve years old...... It turns out that it's you? ”

Wei Xingzhen's throat trembled slightly, and then closed her eyes helplessly.

How do you explain that......

I can't explain it clearly......

There was a creaking sound from the bed beneath them, and Wei Xingzhen felt Feng Yan's hand slowly move up his throat and finally sink into his hair.

The fingertips and palms of her right hand supported the back of his neck with some strength, as if she was on guard against him staggering her face to look away, while her other hand groped for the five fingers that Wei Xingzhen was clinging to her side, intertwined and clasped.

Wei Xingzhen sighed a little distressedly, "Ah Yan......"

"Explain, I'll listen." Feng Yan urged softly, "Why didn't you kill me the night you first met me under the Shenmu?" ”

"In the beginning...... Indeed...... Have this plan......" Wei Xingzhen replied a little stumbling, "but ......"

"But what?"

For a while, Wei Xingzhen couldn't answer.

He thought back to the night and remembered only the cold glow of the waning moon and the hoarfrost everywhere.

Many of the thoughts of the time have long since been forgotten...... Even if he desperately wanted to defend himself at this moment, he couldn't speak.

But he still remembered the claws he slowly lowered after listening to Feng Yan's prayers.

He couldn't tell what it was like.

He still remembered that when he had just stepped into Middle-earth, he was amazed at the short life span of mortals, and at the same time carefully observed the life of the world—he had long wanted to understand the world, after all, according to the prophecy on the stone inscription, Feng Yan, who had not yet been born at that time, was his fierce enemy who would die if he was not careful, like a sharp spear against a strong shield, and he could not take it lightly.

If you don't know your opponent, how can you make sure that you can defeat each other when you meet on a narrow road?

In order to understand what kind of creature people are, he tries to take on human form and infiltrate villages and towns.

However, what is extremely puzzling to him is that no matter how hard he tries, he is always inexplicably recognized as a demon.

Obviously, the demonic spirit is well hidden, but as long as he walks in front of people or talks to people, from the old lady to the drooping child, everyone quickly points at him and shouts in less than a cup of tea when they meet - "There are monsters!" ”

Later, he slowly realized that there are thousands of strange stories of monsters in the world, and countless demon slayers have accumulated countless experience in the battle with monsters, but he has a ...... for humans Almost nothing.

But the fireworks in the world have never attracted him at all, the bustle of the world is like a quagmire, even with the idea of "approaching the crowd", he still lives in the mountains and forests for a long time, and is reluctant to go to a crowded place.

Until I met Miaowei Taoist people in Jingling City.

There are always a few eccentrics in every generation, but there is only one who can move the sound of the piano so much in thousands of years.

At that time, Wei Xingzhen didn't know the rhythm, but when Miaowei stroked the piano, he couldn't help but stop and listen.

This withdrawn and arrogant luthier was different from the people Wei Xingzhen had met before—he had no earthly smell on him, and although he seemed to be polite, he had a temperament like a wild man in the mountains.

One day, Wei Xingzhen hid in the mountains to listen to the piano again, and Miao Wei frequently missounded, which made Wei Xingzhen very unhappy, and once again turned into a young man and stepped forward to instruct.

At that time, the young Miaowei sneered and said that you fox rubbed my piano all day long, and now you are still learning to make an axe and point at me.

Wei Xingzhen was stunned for a moment, and then realized that the person in front of him not only recognized him, but also knew that he was nearby, but he had never broken it.

Since then, he has been a teacher and friend with Miaowei, who regards him as a bosom friend and teaches him his piano skills and scores.

The Xijiang River outside the city of Jingling was reluctant to pass day and night, and Miaowei suffered from a serious illness at the age of twenty-six.

Life and death are fate, even if he is a great demon who has lived for more than 8,000 years, he can't keep his first and only friend in Middle-earth.

Miaowei talked to him in despair before she died, "This kind of world is not worthy of my piano at all...... I'm going to set a fire and burn them all...... Can you help me, last one favor? ”

The fire burned for three days, and Miaowei's bones turned into ashes in the flames, but Wei Xingzhen still protected the two Duyou out of selfishness.

Those who came to put out the fire and collect the corpses showed expressions as if they had witnessed a miracle when they found Duyouqin in the ashes.

Wei Xingzhen looked at it from a distance, thinking that if Miaowei was still there, looking at such a situation, he would definitely make fun of it meanly.

But Miaowei is not there after all.

After saying goodbye to his friends in silence, Wei Xingzhen could no longer stay in Jingling, and every grass and tree here became unbearable for him.

Miaowei's death shocked him once again at the weakness and fragility of people.

Everything in the world was like dew, and he felt an unprecedented regret and sadness in Miaowei's body.

Perhaps it was the contrast between the brevity of his lifespan and the praise of eternity in his piano, as if Miaowei had long known his insignificant place in the vast universe, but he endured humility and still had to raise his head to look into the sun.

After that, Wei Xingzhen walked the world, and he was rarely recognized as a demon or a non-human - as if overnight, he understood what people's joys, angers, sorrows and fears were.

"Xingzhen, what are you thinking?"

Feng Yan's voice suddenly pulled Wei Xingzhen back to the present again.

He raised his eyes to look into Feng Yan's eyes again, and suddenly remembered many things that he couldn't remember.

He remembered that he looked at her from afar in Daizong Mountain, and saw that this young girl was always alone in the mountains and wilderness, staying alone on the edge of the steep cliff, staring at each other with the abyss;

remembering her silent sitting in the shade of a tree, and her weariness with the crowd;

Remembering that she was running barefoot through the deep jungle, sobbing and kneeling down in front of the sacred tree, whispering that she had finally made her first good friend.

She still has a lot of words to say to that good friend, and a lot of interesting ideas that she wants to try with that good friend.

The first piece he taught her, she hadn't finished yet.

However, the summer is over, and she is going to return to Chang'an-

"Please help me rain so that I can stay in the mountains for a while longer......"

At that moment, Wei Xingzhen, who came to commit murder on purpose, was suddenly hit by an indescribable loneliness.

He stood behind the tree, staring at Feng Yan's thin figure in the dark night, and suddenly felt that it seemed okay to make a rain for this little girl.