Si Chenshu stretched out his body and wrapped the mink fur on his body tightly.

It was pitch black outside the cave, and it was black with no fingers visible. I have entered the snow peak area, even if I am in a cave and do not need to be exposed to the wind, it is still as cold as winter.

Si Chen hated the cold, she sat on the big stone and glanced at Yan Ying:

"You go and make a fire."

"There's no fire here." Yan Ying said embarrassedly.

Si Chen seemed a little unhappy, she stared at him for a while, and said:

"Clothes."

"Huh?" Yan Ying was stunned for a moment.

"Take off your clothes." Si Chen said expressionlessly.

Yan Ying didn't know what kind of expression to make, he felt that her words should not be what he thought, but he still couldn't help but tremble a little. He slowly untied the cloak he was wearing, and when he saw her stretch out his hand, he handed her the cloak in his hand.

Si Chen took it, put it on without hesitation, and wrapped himself tightly in a layer, airtight.

She hates the cold.

Yan Ying looked at her, dumbfounded.

Sure enough, it wasn't what he thought.

In fact, he is also afraid of the cold.

He watched as she lay on her back on a large, cold, hard stone with two layers of fur wrapped in her thick fur, burying her head in her cloak and preparing to sleep.

With a helpless face, he slowly sat down under the big stone, and his body was running a mysterious force to keep out the cold.

He sat on the clammy ground, his back against the boulder where Si Chen was lying. A light wind that had not been stopped by the cave had come in and blew on him, and he suddenly spoke, laughing softly, and asked:

"Aren't we like this when we were on the Holy Son Mountain?"

Si Chen did not answer.

Yan Ying turned her head, stretched her neck, and saw that Si Chen, who was lying flat on the big stone, had closed his eyes, as if he was asleep. Disappointed, he turned over and muttered:

"You slept?"

The clammy cave suddenly became quiet, and even the sound of the wind seemed to disappear.

"Why do you always mention the Holy Son Mountain to me? It's not a good place, no, it's not a place, it's hell. He heard her speak suddenly, and it seemed unpleasant.

Yan Ying laughed: "Because, that was the only time I was with you." ”

Si Chen opened his eyes and looked at the uneven rocks on the top of the cave with an expressionless face.

"I didn't let you run away alone." She said coldly.

"Yes." Yan Ying lowered her eyes, chuckled, paused, and used a reasonable tone, as if she was justifying, but more like she was confiding, "I didn't enter the Holy Son Mountain voluntarily. ”

"No one enters the Holy Son of their own free will."

"That's right." Yan Ying smiled, he was silent for a while, pursed his lips, and whispered, "But I don't think I regret it." ”

Si Chen lay flat on the smooth rock, heard the words, tilted his head, and looked at him, but he could only see his jet-black hair and the purple ribbon he used to tie his hair, and the gold pattern on it shimmered slightly.

"Don't you regret entering the Holy Son Mountain?" She asked in a low voice.

"Hmm." He said, suddenly laughing, "I sometimes wonder what the situation would be now if I hadn't entered the Holy Son Mountain back then." At that time, Yan Zhong, who fled with me, was seriously injured, and I was so young that I kept dragging him down. He gave me everything he could get to this young master, and took care of me with serious injuries, if I didn't enter the Holy Son Mountain, I would definitely die outside, and Yan Zhong would also be dragged to death by me. ”

"You also suffered a lot of injuries at that time, and you were healed by the witch doctor of the Holy Son Mountain." Si Chen said softly.

"Hmm."

"He was healed and thrown into hell."

"That's true, but it seems to me that it's hell and it's not hell. I did suffer a lot in the Holy Son Mountain, but on the other hand, I also became stronger. You don't know how much I wanted to be stronger at that time, and I wanted to become stronger when I died, even if I was willing to lose half of my lifespan, as long as I could become stronger. Yan Ying leaned on the boulder alone, he hung his head, his deep eyes narrowed slightly, and his deep and gorgeous voice, he spoke unhurriedly.

"Because you have something you want to accomplish, something that can only be done if you become stronger." After a long time, just when Yan Ying thought that she would not respond, and his words angered her, Si Chen suddenly spoke, said softly, and after a pause, she sneered, "But your words are like laughing at me, laughing at me for not knowing what to do, and I have become stronger, but I am not happy at all." ”

"That's not what I meant......" he whispered.

"I understand what you mean, and I understand your thoughts, I didn't understand before, but now I can understand a little, although only scratching the surface. I have been looking at you for seven years, from the age of ten to seventeen, I always thought that I knew you very well, but in fact, otherwise, I could not become you after all. So, Yan Ying, I'm against your approach, I'm against weapon people, that's something that shouldn't exist in the world, people are people, people who are made into weapons, that's monsters. ”

"Are you saying that you, Huo Wu, Si Qian, and Chang Xi, are you not human, you are monsters?"

"None of us deny that we're monsters, only you won't accept that fact."

"Why should I accept it? You're just stubborn about your own ideas, and your thoughts don't mean they're facts. I don't understand you, you are not a small flower raised in the depths of the boudoir, innocent and fragile, why can't you accept the weapon man? Is it because of the cruelty of the process? What is not cruel in this world? Because they are made into weapons and end up being manipulated, is that too pitiful? Chen'er, you also crawled out of the pile of dead people, you must know that this world is a huge chessboard, it will always be those few people sitting in high positions who are playing, and the rest are the chess pieces on the chessboard, and the rest is the dust on the chessboard. No one can escape the control, and if you want to be free from control, you can only be a person who plays games in front of the chessboard. Since it is a chess piece, it can only be eaten if it can't earn its life, and if it is dust, it must be wiped away. I will not pity the pawn, let alone the dust, and if I were a pawn, I would not ask anyone to have mercy on me.

Not using children as weapons is not because I am a human being, nor because I am kind, but because you, I know your pain, your pain when you were a child. I'm not going to stop, I need chess pieces, so I'm going to make chess pieces, Chen'er, I'm not going to force you to do what I think, but don't force your ideas on me. ”

Si Chen stared straight at the craggy corner of the strange rock on the top of the cave, and after a while, she seemed to sigh softly.

"Yes." She said.

If you can't convince the other party, you don't want to convince them.

It's hard to judge right or wrong, because everyone has a standard of judgment, even the worst person doesn't necessarily think they're bad, and there may be people who think the worst person is a hero, and arguing about right and wrong is a boring thing in itself.

Si Chen stopped talking.

She and Yan Ying think differently, not all of them are different, the same is the same, the different ones are a little different, and some are completely different.

But it is these differences that make them antagonistic, and no one is willing to compromise.