Chapter 10: The Wind and Dew Sink (1)

In this battle with Jiang Feixu, Xia Mu was completely defeated. This is almost the one she has not won in the past 20 years of her life.

This defeat made Xia Mu silent alone for a long, long time......

Originally, in this relationship, she was not a very determined person, she was busy begging for a living for the first 20 years, and she never had time to fall in love with someone, and there was no way to talk about experience.

Now that I think about it, Situ Lan's attitude towards himself is indeed quite puzzling, when he came to the moon buds and clouds, the first meeting with him was outside the Holy Maiden Temple, at that time, everyone shouted and killed him as a monster, and only he protected himself. And then he was protected all the way, and unconsciously, he seemed to have fallen under his care.

In fact, in retrospect, he didn't even say a word of affirmation about his feelings about this relationship.

But Situ Lan's care and occasional enthusiasm for himself are not fake, does he really have no feelings for himself? It's impossible!

Xia Mu is not a person who likes to torture himself, since he can't think of a reason, it is best to speak clearly directly from gong to gong and drum to drum. After having an idea, she directly found Situ Lan.

"How's it going?"

I finally climbed the thousands of stone steps, and finally appeared in the Cosmos Hall sweating again. At this time, Situ Lan was writing calmly in the warm pavilion, and when he saw her coming, he just asked lightly, and then lowered his head to focus on his own pen.

Standing with him, it seems that he is always so embarrassed and out of breath, while he is always so high and immovable. And she is tired like this, but he has a salty and indifferent attitude. But after thinking about it, he still suppressed the nameless fire in his heart and put the food he brought with him by the way.

"I want you to try it, a new snack." It's a small plate of cake, and there is no baking box here, but it took her a lot of thought.

Situ Lan glanced up at the hourglass, which was not on the meal at this time, so he just said softly: "Hmm." Then there was no movement, and he continued to write quietly.

At this time, the fire in Xia Mu was already bigger, but she still tried to suppress it, after all, Situ Lan didn't do anything, and his temperament has always been so cold, he couldn't find a reason to be angry.

"What are you up to?" Xia Mu asked again with a pretentious lightheartedness.

"Copy the Buddhist scriptures and meditate."

"......" Xia Mudi instinctively wanted to flip the table. Copy your sister! The old lady climbed thousands of steps, and her legs were about to break to give you a cake, you are good, I didn't react at all when I saw me, and said to meditate, if you calm down, it will be no different from death!

After a burst of 'grass and mud horses' galloping in his heart, Xia Curtain calmed down. It seems that she is really right to come here today, and she needs to have a good chat with Situ Lan.

"Can you copy it later? I have something to say to you. Trying to ask calmly.

Sure enough, Situ Lan paused and looked up at Xia Mu, who looked at him like this and refused to back down. She figured out that if he decided to keep copying, she would keep staring at him until he couldn't copy it anymore.

Seeing that he finally put down the pen, Xia Mu breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, at least the first step was smooth.

"Say what?" Situ Lan said.

Xia Mu stumbled at the corners of his clothes, trying to organize his words with the best language skills in his life. How do you say it to feel unpretentious? To appear casual and unconcerned, but also to appear to have a level that does not mean to offend the former saintess, but also to make Situ Lan not disgusted?

"Are you willing to be nice to me because I look alike to Situ Wankong?"

The whole section collapsed......

Situ Lan's pupils dilated unconsciously for a moment. But he didn't answer, just looked at himself quietly, with an expressionless face, it was hard to guess what he was thinking at the moment? But it's too late to talk about it, and you can't take it back when you say it, so let's just talk about it thoroughly.

"You're good to me because you think I'm her! And you owe Situ Wankong's death, so you want to make up for it from me, right? "Obviously, the voice is getting louder and louder, but in fact, the more I talk, the more scared I become. Will he give that answer?

“…… I have never been indebted to her. In the face of Xia Mu's aggressiveness, Situ Lan finally tilted his head to the side, and he rarely fell behind.

"What about me? You...... Are you good to me, do you have anything to do with her? "Xia Mu is so nervous that his body is not very obedient.

"......" Situ Lan chose to remain silent.

Xia Mu's tears trembled and fell, because she knew that Situ Lan would not lie, and if he was silent, he would actually choose to acquiesce.

Although it was incredulous, he couldn't help but confirm again: "So, you have always regarded me as Situ Wankong, right?" ”

"......" or silence.

"You know...... Am I Summercurtain? ”

"......" is only silent.

"Situ Lan! You're talking! What the hell did you think of me from start to finish?! The quieter he was, the more desperate she became.

It's often not the outcome that frightens people, it's the unknown. No matter what kind of answer he gave him, in fact, she had thought about it, and she could accept it. But he didn't say anything like this, which was the most devastating.

"Situ Lan !!"

……

There was still a long silence, and Xia Mu looked at him like this. In the end, she wiped away the messy tears on her face and sneered, the answer she wanted couldn't be clearer. It doesn't matter if he doesn't speak, it's just to save face for himself, lift the hem of his skirt, and Xia Mu resolutely walks out.

After a while, a person came out from behind the door, it was Situ Xuan. He looked at Situ Lan, who was still silent in front of the case, and really didn't know what to say, so he had to sigh softly: "Alas! Why are you suffering? ”

"What do you want to say?" Situ Lan finally let out a somewhat dry sound.

"Uncle Xiao, you're dead! She's been dead for a long, long time and will never come back. And this person is not Situ Wankong. ”

"I know."

"She's innocent."

“…… I know. ”

"Then you still ...... Alas! ”

"You go too, I'm going to continue copying Buddhist scriptures."

"Ah Lan, if you are not quiet in your heart, no matter how many Buddhist scriptures you copy, it will only be blasphemy against the Buddha."

"Get out!"

Xia Mu, who had rushed out all the way, did not return to the shrine of the Holy Maiden, and she felt that Xi had no way to go back.

It turned out that he let himself live there, not because of himself, but because he wanted to fulfill one of his dreams. There was no real saint in the shrine, so I lived in a fake one, at least it looked, a bit like the real one.

Tears washed away almost all her sanity, she began to be wronged, she began to resent, she began to regret, and she began to despise herself.

How could he fall into a relationship that wasn't even a gentle township so easily, inexplicable and confused. She also thought that even if she played a trick for a lifetime, she was destined to become a big name, she also wanted to play as a summer curtain, and she never thought about being anyone's stand-in!

Xia Mu didn't return to the shrine of the Holy Maiden, she couldn't go back, it turned out that he let himself live there, not because of himself, but because he wanted to fulfill one of his dreams. There was no real saint in the shrine of the Holy Maiden, so a fake one was inhabited, at least it looked, a bit like the real one.

Tears washed away almost all her sanity, she began to be aggrieved, she began to resent, she began to regret. It was so easy to fall into a relationship that wasn't even a gentle township, inexplicably and confused. Even if she is destined to become a big name, she wants to use her face to act, and she has never thought about being anyone's stand-in!

But where to go, Xia Mu suddenly found that apart from here, except for Situ Lan, she still had nowhere to go to this world, and she didn't know anyone other than Yueya Yunjian. Even though she had reached the gate of the mountain, she was confused again, and at last she had to walk back to the inn, which was now empty and empty.

Just as she was teary-eyed, a man in red suddenly appeared in front of her vaguely, and Xia Mu hurriedly wiped her tears away again to look good, and then was stunned. This man's face and his iconic golden silk red robe really have undesirable qualities, wasn't he the one he met in the dungeon of the demon world at that time and led him to escape? Why is he here? By the way, is he a human or a demon?

"Baby, are you crying?" Tang Yi opened his mouth first and laughed.

Depend on! Summer Curtain had goosebumps for a moment, and he stepped back defensively. Who is this man? It's not just a one-sided relationship, it's so intimate and familiar.

"Who the hell are you?"

"Hmm...... I'm going to be sad if you do that. He covered his heart with real pain.

"Hurt you big-headed ghost, tell me, who the hell are you? How did you end up here? ”

"How did I show up, you ask? Look! With that, he disappeared into thin air.

Xia Mu had to widen his eyes and look at the air that he couldn't see anything, but before he could react, he was suddenly hit by someone in the back, and when he turned around, the man in red was standing behind him, next to him.

"Holy shit! Eldest brother! I know you can spell you, but you don't need to be so scary! "Fortunately, I've been here for so long, and I've seen the world. But he was still frightened by his frivolous behavior.

"Well, the girl's family, you can't do that." Tang Yi reached out to touch Xia Mu's head, but she escaped.

The hand hanging in the air slowly let go, and a trace of killing intent flashed in his eyes, but he immediately changed to the cynical look: "Who bullied you?" I'll help you clean him up! ”

"Who are you?" Xia Mu stared at the man in front of him tightly, for some reason, he always felt that he seemed to have a very familiar feeling, but at the same time it was also dangerous.

"You want to know who I am?"

"Nonsense!"

"You are my bones, my blood, my flesh, you say...... Who am I? ”

"What?!"