Chen Jiangliu forgot about it

Rather than be disappointed

——Yuxie gave all the warmth to the young Chen Jiangliu, it was she who single-handedly shaped today's Tang Xuanzang, and it was she who destroyed Chen Jiangliu with her own hands.

Since that year, there has been no Chen Jiangliu in the world.

She was left alone in this lonely world, like an ownerless lonely soul, unable to turn over and unable to be freed. Forget the beginning, and you can't see the end.

- He made a wish in front of the Buddha, but until he was annihilated, he did not realize it. Since then, he has stopped believing in Buddhism.

- He gave her sincerity, but she didn't want his sincerity.

When he was ten years old, he knelt in front of the Buddha and secretly made a wish - in this life, in this life, in the next life, he just wants to be with that person, never give up, and depend on life and death. In the future, wherever she goes, he will also go, no matter the four seas and eight places, the universe is desolate, as long as he is alive for one day, he will accompany her for a day. If he dies, then he will be reincarnated in the next life, and he will find her again, and then accompany her, and never abandon her. If you break this covenant, you are willing to fall into hell forever and never be reborn!

Even if everyone is against it, even if the master is against it...... Even she was against it.

He didn't care.

He just wants to be with her!

She is the only person in this world who is willing to be truly good to him. is the first and the last.

Too harsh warmth, for him who has lived in the cold for a long time, as long as he touches it once, even if he knows that it is a moth to the fire, he knows that he may not die well...... He didn't want to let go anymore.

It was too lonely to live alone in the world, but with her, he forgot about this loneliness.

When he was six years old, he released a carp, but he almost fell into the lake. It is said that releasing life in the release pond can make a good fate, so he married her.

It was the first time he had seen her, and she had saved him and reprimanded him unceremoniously.

She said, "Call me sister!" ”

She also said: "Remember, if someone else wants to call him a donor, call me my sister, as for the reason...... Because I'm no one else! Remember! ”

Because she's no one else...... That's what she said, so since then, he hasn't treated her like anyone else.

After that, she came to him often, and soon settled in the back mountain.

He knew she had a purpose...... He also knew that she was not of any other race. Sometimes she is incomprehensible, sometimes she is a little naïve, her mind is very shallow, and many things are clearly written on her face. Even if he doesn't say it, he knows. But she didn't say it, and he never asked, and he never thought to tell anyone about her existence.

She treats him very well, gives him preserves, cooks for him, and fights for him...... Although sometimes there is a bit of wishful thinking. But even so, that good made him almost indulge and didn't want to wake up again.

The embrace was too warm, so warm that once he had it, he didn't want to leave.

He had selfish intentions, he didn't want to see her hurt, and he didn't want others to know about her existence. The master who adopted him often said: "The demon clan is the most ruthless and ferocious, and likes to eat people's essence to help oneself in cultivation. And you are born with a wise root, and your essence is mellow, so you must be careful of monsters in the future! Shemales have different paths, and those who approach must have bad intentions! The demon has a beautiful appearance, and must not be deceived by that skin......"

He sometimes wondered if he approached her to absorb his essence and improve his mana.

He knew that she was dangerous, but whenever he wanted to leave, he couldn't make up his mind.

He also didn't go to the back mountain to see her for three days, and finally survived the fourth day. On the fourth day, he went up the mountain, thinking that he was just going to see it, and not showing his face...... See if she's still there? As a result, she somehow walked to her yard, she came out of the house with a basin, and when she saw him, her face was very happy, and her dark eyes shone brightly: "Jiang Liu, you are here!" You see I have a bunch of chickens, come and feed me! ”

With just one sentence, all his persistence and retreat were dismantled.

He was not bewitched by her skin, but by her warmth and smile.

He quietly thought that he was still young, and his spirit was not enough, and even if he ate it, it would have no effect...... Maybe she wants to raise him, and she can't say if she raises him and then eats it. But he is still so many years away from growing up, if she can always be so good to him for so many years, then even if she eats him in the end...... Actually, it doesn't matter.

He has not been very good since he was a child, and that time he suffered from the cold, and his whole body fell into a drowsiness. He did not go up the mountain to look for her for five days in a row, lying alone in the backyard of the monastery, unheeded. The master came to see it twice, but because the affairs in the temple were too cumbersome, he couldn't accompany him all the time. When he was in a daze, he dreamed that she had a worried and distressed expression on her face, and her eyes were red. "You're a dead kid, you can't even take care of yourself? I actually tossed myself sick! How can you reassure me! …… I'm not old, why do I look like an old mother? …… Ahh Clearly...... Mingming......" turned into a soft sigh behind him, and he didn't hear it clearly.

"Jiang Liu, you have to get better quickly! When you're ready, I'll give you stewed chicken, okay? ”

"I'm working so hard, I'm trying so hard...... You can't die! ”

The gentle voice turned into warmth on the back one after another.

……

At that moment, even if she ate him immediately, he was unwilling to resist - it was better to die like this, at least he felt warm even when he died. The only regret is that she didn't take care of her body on weekdays, that is, she ate him, and she probably couldn't absorb much essence.

But he didn't die, and the dream soon woke up.

When he woke up, he turned his head sideways and saw her at a glance.

Her eyes were still very red, I don't know whether she was angry or anxious, and his somewhat pale and haggard face was reflected in her obsidian eyes, as if she wanted to see him in her heart.

It doesn't matter if she's a human or a demon, that's enough.

She belonged to him alone, like a secret that no one knew except him.

She's just him!

At some point, the idea took root dimly. When he realized it, he was both frightened and relieved, and there was some indescribable joy. Faintly, I always feel as if I have given up something, and I seem to have determined something. But this feeling is good, so good that he doesn't even have the slightest regret. He sometimes wondered if everything would have been different if she knew he wasn't as pure as she thought he was.

He found himself afraid to think about it.

Time flies, and the years go by.

She never ate him, and he grew up in her company. In the past few years of getting along, he also found that she was afraid of cold and heat, and she was always very irritable in the summer, always nesting in the house and refusing to move, or simply hiding in the shade of the trees for a day. But her skin is very cold, so cool that he is a little envious, and he likes to lean on her in the summer heat, and he always feels a little cool around him...... Looking at her face that she obviously didn't like but still endured, somehow, there was a strange and weird feeling of satisfaction.

In the winter, she is much more docile...... It's too docile. From the first snow of winter, she was wrapped in a quilt and lay on the bed, motionless. For the first year, he didn't know anything, and he worried for a long time, thinking that she was sick, and almost impulsively asked for a doctor for her from the bottom of the mountain. She woke up and smiled weakly, her whole body cold as a block of ice. He hesitated, got into her bed, and let her hold her for warmth.

His body was a little stiff, and he didn't dare to move, and the place where she was holding him was like a fire, burning his whole body.

She was probably the weakest youkai he'd ever seen in his life, he thought. He had never known that youkai were so afraid of hot and cold.

When he was ten years old, he encountered a rare hot summer.

She became more and more anxious, and her clothes became less and less, and in the end, she was almost covered with a white veil on the outside of her belly pocket, which made her figure exquisite, and she could see that his face was red and red, and every time he saw her, he always felt embarrassed. I didn't have much time, so I hurriedly left. She was also extremely painful to think about, her original white face was covered with redness, as if she had a fever, and she was lying there lazily, but she was always a little unspeakably gorgeous and delicate.

That time, he chopped firewood and left in a hurry, and when he walked to the mountainside, he remembered that he had forgotten the firewood knife in her house. hurriedly went back, but she was no longer in the house.

He was so worried that he almost lost his mind, she looked like a monster now, not to mention a monster, even a strong person could restrain her! The house was neat and tidy, and she thought she left on her own initiative. He bit his lip in anger, really...... At this time, they are still running around! He took the wood knife and followed the trail to find it.

The result is in the lake deep in the forest...... Really found her.

She was swimming in the water, as happy as a mermaid. The posture of the swinging in the water is very graceful, the waist is slender, and it swings in the clear stream, swaying vividly, and it is very good-looking. The long hair like ink was spread out, floating on the water like a fine silk, dancing with the movements of the body, lined with the white clothes that swelled like petals, slender and beautiful.

The first time he saw such a beautiful scenery, he only felt a hot air rush up, and a colorful mess exploded in his brain. His eyes were black, his hands and feet trembled, and he almost couldn't stand steadily. He wanted to turn around and leave, but it seemed to be rooted under his feet, and he couldn't control it at all. His eyes were glued straight to her body, watching her either lean back or swim sideways, and the white jade-like body loomed in the clear water, so that he couldn't take his eyes off it no matter what.

He only felt that his breathing was short, his eyes were gradually empty, and he subconsciously moved his steps and wanted to enter the water...... Go hug her.

Someone is one step ahead of him, it is a gangster who lives under the mountain, in his thirties, homeless and unemployed, and once tried to go to Jinshan Temple to fight the autumn breeze, he happened to see it, so he recognized it. At this time, the man looked at her with greed and desire in his eyes...... He woke up from his original stupidity, and when he thought that this person had looked at her without knowing where to hide, he was so angry that he wanted to chop him with the woodcutter in his hand.

She did it before him.

Obviously, he was smiling from beginning to end, but he shot very hard, and beat him out of order, beating the gangster to cry for a while, and finally threw him directly down the mountain.

He clenched the woodcutter in his hand and pursed his lips. He didn't go out, and naturally he didn't stop him, until she left wet, and he came out from between the bushes, staring at the clear lake in a daze.

That night, he had a dream.

In the dream, she was swimming in the lake in a white gauze dress, with a graceful figure, a light waist and a beautiful arc, like a fragrant snow lotus in full bloom.

He stood by the lake and watched her play in the lake. She swam to the shore like a fish, her body floating in the water, but she refused to come near from afar, and her wet eyes looked at him as if they were nothing, and her face was clear and delicate. His body seemed to be out of control, and he went down the lake step by step, and the hem of his clothes was soaked by the lake water, and the color was a little darker. She swam past him, her snow-white clothes slipping through his palms again and again. He remained silent, but grabbed her wrist as she swam close again, pulling her into his arms.

She lay in his arms, pouting aggrievedly, her chest bulging, and her waist slender.

He put his hands on her back and rolled over to crush her underneath. She was as tame as a cat, just looking at him and smiling, and that smile was extremely gentle. His hand touched her flushed face and stopped on her red lips, his fingertips rubbing lightly, the soft touch reminded him of sleeping with her in the winter...... My body shuddered.

……

The body is in heaven, and the heart is in hell.

She was sleeping when he went to the hut in the back mountain. The whole person is lying on a mat made of bamboo, which is rare and stable since the beginning of summer. Probably because she felt hot, so she didn't cover anything, and her sleeping appearance has always been bad, never restless, and a white tulle was also rubbed off in her sleep, revealing a round shoulder. The gauze skirt was rubbed up, and the two slender and tender white legs were exposed to the air loudly. The jade-white body was lined with a blue mat, and somehow, it made him feel a burst of ear heat.

He wanted to touch her...... There seemed to be a voice in his heart urging him all the time, to touch her, to touch her.

He leaned over, crouched down in front of her low couch, and was stunned for a long time, leaning down, and kissing her on the lips......

It was softer and sweeter than he had ever dreamed of.

Thorough...... Want to learn more......

She frowned in her sleep and snorted. His heart tightened, and he raised his head in an instant, and as soon as he raised his eyes, he saw her wake up from her dream and open a pair of misty eyes. "River Flow...... Here it comes? She had just woken up, her mind was still not awake, her eyes were so moist that they were almost dripping, and her cheeks were abnormally red.

He didn't answer, his hands clenched into fists under his sleeves, his eyes fixed on her.

Almost without suspense, she pursed her red lips and soon fell into a stupor. That brief wakefulness was but a flash in the pan of a long sleep.

He stood there, his fingers touching the residual temperature on his lips, and suddenly remembered what he had done - he ran away. When he went out, his arm knocked down the corner of the table, and he only snorted lowly, and without stopping, he stumbled away, as if there was an evil spirit chasing him. When he finally came down the mountain and felt the pain, it was already dark and green.

He wanted to touch her, he wanted to get close to her, but when he did, he began to feel that it was not enough...... He wanted more than that. But if that's the case, what else can it be?

He couldn't imagine what the consequences of his wayward indulgence would be.

He wasn't a child anymore, and she didn't want her to treat him like a child anymore.

But she always didn't notice it.

She doesn't like to be close to people, she lives alone in the mountains, raising chickens, watering flowers, and reading scripts, and she can always enjoy herself.

She's probably the laziest youkai he's ever seen...... I don't know how other youkai live, but they certainly won't be as lazy as she is.

She did not approve of the love between humans and demons in the slightest. She said, "Since you are a demon, you should see your identity and position clearly, and you should not be with mortals in the first place." This kind of interracial love affair can never end well. If you want to fall in love, can't you fall in love with a monster with a matching identity? Do you have to find a human? With whom to reproduce offspring is not to reproduce? She said this with her eyebrows raised and the notebook in her hand raised—she had obtained it from the bottom of the mountain.

He also grabbed a handful of melon seeds in one hand.

She probably didn't like humans—but she probably didn't hate him. Since whoever he breeds with is a progeny, can he be understood as a human who has lived with him since he was a child rather than being with other monsters he doesn't know?

For the first time, he felt that his body was a burden. However, since ancient times, it has been difficult for demons to cultivate into adults, and people have become demons...... It's also hard.

When he was fourteen years old, the Zen master who adopted him handed him the blood book, and he knew that it was time to put an end to it. At that time, he thought very well, and when everything was over, he and she left this Jinshan Temple and found a quiet and uninhabited place to live. If she didn't want to be settled, he would accompany her, and it didn't matter where she went.

As long as I can be by her side.

He thought at that time that after many years of companionship, she was not a hard-hearted person, and she would never give up on him. He was always able to convince her that this was not a spur of the moment when he was young, but a heartfelt one.

For the first time, he carefully cut out his true heart and handed it to her: "Yuxie, I want to be with you, whether you are a human or a demon, I just want to be with you." ”

He thought that if he was given a little time, he would always succeed.

She didn't even want to give him that little time.

"But I don't want to be with you."

At that moment, I only felt that my throat was fishy and sweet, and my blood was full of ice.

"Shemales have different paths, since you know that I am a demon, you should know that demons don't understand people's feelings, and you should know that it is impossible for me to be with you! I have a long and long life, but you have only a short life. What's more, you and I are just sisters and brothers...... Jiang Liu, I'm afraid that you are not deeply involved in the world, so you will confuse your feelings for me. ”

"However, there is a bowl of Meng Po soup on the bridge, and the past is forgotten. How can you possibly remember who I am in the next life? I don't believe that human affection can withstand reincarnation and forgetting. From today onwards, you go back to your Jinshan Temple...... Just when we never met. ”

She was always so cowardly, knowing that he was not mistaken, knowing that he understood, but she could always find these high-sounding excuses to escape from this reality, and also erased his sincerity.

He was used to her kindness, and never knew that she would be so good when she didn't want to be nice to him anymore...... Unfeeling.

It's chilling.

Consciousness was discrete, and he heard her finally whisper in his ear, "Jiangliu...... Forget about me and live well. ”

……

He's gambling.

He lost.

Since he recovered from his illness that year, he has never guarded against her, and the price of his unpreparedness is that she has received the fatal blow.

With her own hands, she erased all their pasts without a trace of nostalgia.

"Who's the donor?" In the fog, it seems that I have seen the scene of the year again. He looked at the strange and familiar woman in front of him, with cautious vigilance and confusion in his eyes.

"Jiang Liu, remember, I'm Yuxie." She crouched down in front of him, her eyes in line with him. Her face was plain, the corners of her lips were hooked, her eyes were burning, and her eyes were smiling.

Rain break......

Heaven and earth are lonely and the mountains and rain rest,

How many generations can you get plum blossoms?

……

He opened his eyes from the memory, as if he had a long old dream.

When she woke up from the dream, she stood under the shade of a tree not far away to cool off, and the light and shadow were full of shadows on her, half bright and half obscure, as if she had been covered with the old years, blurring her old face.

She seemed to find that someone was looking at her, turned around, saw him, her eyebrows and eyes were habitually bent, and she called him in a low voice: "Xuanzang......"

River ......

As in those years,

The years are quiet.