Hua Yin gently tore open the packaging bag, looked at the moon cake in his hand, and in an instant, memories flooded into his mind, those memories that had been sealed for a long time.

Jizhou Red Maple Forest——

"As a teacher, I will leave the Autumn Maple Forest tomorrow in the Mid-Autumn Festival and go to the royal capital."

The white-robed man with fluttering clothes like an immortal said this, and then sank into the spell.

At that time, Su Qingyuan was still a young ghost about fifteen or sixteen years old.

Dressed in a maple red coat, he pursed his lips and sat on the stone for a long time, and then looked up at the remnant sun like fire, a touch of madness flashed on his face, and he frantically bared his sharp little tiger teeth, grabbed a handful of sand in his hand and raised it far away.

It was dark, and he still hadn't figured out what it would be like to be at noon in autumn from his little-to-read head.

"Master, is the Mid-Autumn Festival noon in autumn?"

After listening to Su Qingyuan's words, the cold figure of the following mortal immortals, who was writing Zhu Wenjin's rune, paused slightly.

A trace of complexity appeared on the detached and indifferent white face, and immediately, the corners of Bai Zhihe's lips swayed a seemingly non-existent arc, and his lips opened slightly: "The full name of the Mid-Autumn Festival is the Mid-Autumn Festival, which is the festival of the royal capital outside the red maple forest." And not at noon in autumn. ”

As he said the last sentence, his voice seemed softer than usual.

The young man Shu Qingyuan blinked his peach blossom eyes, his eyes were black and white, and his fair and handsome face was a little ignorant, "Oh, what does the Mid-Autumn Festival do?" ”

Bai Zhihe blurted out almost without thinking, and his voice was as clear as a brewing spring, "Reunite with your family, eat moon cakes, and enjoy the full moon." ”

"The moon is cloudy and sunny, and the circle is complete and unified, right?"

"Well, it seems that yesterday's poems are enough, so I don't have to memorize them today."

The young imp got the permission of the person he liked, and a touch of excitement crossed his eyes, which was fleeting, "Then for such a reunion festival, shouldn't we drink aged wine here to celebrate, why go out?" ”

As if he had reacted, he lowered his eyes, "Is the master going out to reunite with his family......"

The voice of the young imp was a little low, and a row of fan-shaped shadows fell on the white face with long eyelashes, covering the mania and jealousy in his eyes.

Bai Zhihe noticed the strangeness of the little ghost, and lightly opened his lips: "I have no relatives for the teacher." ”

Su Qingyuan furrowed his brows, as if he didn't believe it, and wanted to refute it, but it seemed to be taboo, and he hesitated and didn't dare to speak.

It took a while to suppress the restlessness in his heart, "Then why do you want to go out, isn't it good for us to spend the Mid-Autumn Festival together?" ”

The fairy-like and beautiful person laughed, swept away the indifference in his eyes, and his eyes were full of warmth, "It is precisely because the Mid-Autumn Festival means reunion that we need to guard the peace of the yin and yang worlds and protect the happiness and health of the people." ”

"Tomorrow, you will go with your teacher."

"Guarding the peace of the world."

"It's our responsibility."

The last sentence caused the displeasure of the imp.

Pouted: "Responsibility...... Is it responsibility to protect the safety and interests of others? ”

"I should have been."

"This is our duty and the meaning of our existence."

……

The last sentence, Hua Yin can't forget even if he breaks his bones and scatters ashes.

Because of this sentence, his master is the world; Because of this sentence, his persistence will kill him.

He can't forget all the things he suffered in those years, all because of his white obsession, his dear master......

Going all the way, taking into account the righteousness of the world and transforming the living beings of the world...... Dudu didn't look back at him.

The humble man who was tormented by his thoughts, who couldn't live, couldn't survive, couldn't die!

It seemed that the memory was too painful, Hua Yin's heart seemed to be pricked, and he came back to his senses in pain.

Put down the mooncake in your hand, and the opening of the bag is already halfway over.

His eyelids drooped heavily, and the corners of his lips slowly raised a strange smile, a dangerous smile.

His eyes fell on Bai Liao, who was sitting beside him, like a fierce beast, hiding his anger in a dark and forbearant manner, looking at him, "Persistence, it's the Mid-Autumn Festival again." Do you remember when the first Mid-Autumn Festival we had? ”

Hua Yin laughed and licked his lips, "Forget, too, it's normal to forget." But I'll remember it for you, and I remember it clearly..."

"You ......" Bai Liao's face was a little pale and complicated.

Hua Yin pulled him into his arms and whispered into his ear, extremely gentle, as if comforting a child, "Shhh, don't say anything about the righteousness of the world......"

There is no tenderness in the dark eyes, only obscurity.

The young man's speech quickened, and he was a little crazy in a hurry, and his eyes were full of possessiveness, "At this moment, you are no longer the ghost master respected by the people of the world, they don't even know your name......"

Bai Liao frowned, his eyes were complicated, and his face became even paler.

"Now, you're just my ...... alone"

The young man's tone was extreme, and he pressed his head and almost predatorily covered his lips.

……

Prosperity, democracy, civilization and harmony.

The breeze on the two sleeves of the world is just right.