Time urged the sun to go west, and the sun drove the moon to the east, and the light of heaven and earth gradually changed from warm and blazing to white and cool.

Ye Qingyang sat on the edge of the bed, watching the light in the house dim until it disappeared, but there was still no movement, and the whole person was like a silent stone statue.

His tears had already dried up, he put his head between his knees and held it, I don't know why, he didn't want to move at all now, he always felt very tired and tired, more tired than after he had worked hard to cultivate before.

At this time of the day, he should have made a fragrant meal with great interest, and had dinner with Xiaoxue talking and laughing, but tonight's enthusiasm for cooking and stir-frying seemed to have disappeared without a trace with Xiaoxue's arrest.

Suddenly, jingle bell, a loud alarm clock chime broke the silence in the house, it turned out that it was time to tell Xiaoxue a story to coax her to sleep, and before she knew it, Ye Qingyang had been sitting there for four or five hours, and the world had entered the middle of the night.

Listening to the somewhat harsh sound, Ye Qingyang slowly closed his eyes, exhaled heavily through his nose, and stood up with one hand on the bed, but he sat with his legs bent for too long, and his feet were a little numb, and he stumbled when he stood upright.

Tapping the alarm clock and pressing the alarm to stop, Ye Qingyang didn't turn on the soul radio light on the desk, but went to clean up the dishes and melted ice cream near the door in the dim house.

The strange thing is that although Ye Qingyang has always closed his eyes, his movements are very skillful, and he has not collided with an object, obviously he knows the location of the cleaning tools and all the obstacles in the house, and he is all familiar with them.

Everything here, Ye Qingyang is indeed too familiar with it, and he is used to it, in his heart this is a place with life, every inch is full of memories, filling the potholes of the years.

The only thing that made him very unaccustomed was that the house was exceptionally empty tonight, empty of a complete shell, but it was missing a soul, the soul of a home.

After Ye Qingyang cleaned up everything, he stood in front of the window next to the bed, and then he slowly opened his eyes and looked out the window, wanting to stand in Ye Qingxue's previous position and take a look at the world in her eyes.

Outside the window, the wall of the opposite building blocked the countless scenery in the distance, and when he looked up, it was a corner of the sky, in fact, he always knew that Ye Qingxue's world was so monotonous.

So when Ye Qingyang did a lot of part-time jobs and had some spare money, he once discussed with Ye Qingxue to change to a better house, at least the scenery outside the window was better, but Ye Qingxue did not agree to change.

The words that Ye Qingxue said at the time are like a thorn stuck in Ye Qingyang's throat now, like a stalk in the throat, faintly painful, very uncomfortable.

She said, I already have feelings for this house, and I am afraid that I will not get used to it after a while, anyway, it feels similar everywhere, so I won't change it, with my brother you are there, any house is the same, it is a good house, it is a home.

That's right, Xiaoxue's world is really small and monotonous, and it can be said that she is Xiaoxue's whole world, and the two of them are each other's souls.

But tonight, the soul of the family was taken away, and he was no longer by Xiaoxue's side.

No one tells stories to coax her to sleep, will Xiaoxue be very unaccustomed to it, she should not sleep soundly.

After thinking about it, Ye Qingyang's heart hurt a little more.

He turned around and picked up the note from the wheelchair behind him, which was stained with blood and congealed on it, and he had to be careful when holding it.

Ye Qingyang stared at every word on it by the faint light outside the window, imprinting every stroke and stroke into his mind, and boiling all emotions such as anger and pain in his mind.

After a long time, Ye Qingyang blinked his eyes that were red with pain, then he folded the note and stuffed it into his trouser pocket, he walked to the window near the open-air balcony as usual, one was propped up on the window edge, and when he was about to turn it out, he suddenly stopped, he thought about it, went to open a kitchen cabinet again, and took out two bottles of wine.

This is the seasoned wine that Ye Qingyang usually uses to make a series of dishes in Drunken Dreams, and he uses spirits to make that series, which is not strong or tasteful, so this wine is extremely strong, and it can burn his throat and ignite a fire in his stomach.

Climbing onto the roof, Ye Qingyang touched the iron rod and practiced the "Four Skills of Building the Foundation" for a while, but the more he practiced, the more upset he became, the more he felt that he was useless, and finally couldn't help it, bent the iron rod with both hands and threw it aside, and sat cross-legged on his knees.

This time, instead of condensing his soul, he pulled out the wine cork and poured a big sip violently, and the next moment his throat seemed to be on fire, and his stomach heated up like burning, choking him with a few tears.

Looking up at the starry sky again, he suddenly felt that the starry sky was not beautiful, the world was so dark, although there were thousands of big and small stars in the sky, none of the starlight emitted could make him feel that the world was bright.

It is said that the darker the night, the brighter the stars, but tonight's night is so dark, why haven't the stars reacted yet.

In this dark night, the bright starry sky seemed to have turned into the face of a fate ghost, the crooked crescent moon was its hideous smile, and the flickering stars turned into countless ghostly eyes, staring at him indifferently and mercilessly, as if mocking him, a weak soul scrapper.

Ye Qingyang shook his head, and began to have doubts about the fairy tale story that Xingchen is the guardian saint, and thought to himself, if Xingchen is really the guardian saint, then he estimates that everything will be fine tomorrow.

Then he poured the liquor vigorously, this was the first time he drank alcohol, he often heard that borrowing wine can eliminate his sorrows, so he also wanted to try, but it was so uncomfortable to drink, and he didn't know if his worries were gone.

After drinking the wine, Ye Qingyang fell to the ground, his consciousness was a little confused, his eyes narrowed, and he seemed to see Xiaoxue in the haze.

At this moment, he finally smiled and muttered: "Xiaoxue, let me tell you, I swear, if I can still become a soul hunter in this life, I will definitely cultivate to the death and become the strongest person in this world, and then I will see who the will dare to bully you." ”

Drunk and dazed, Ye Qingyang had a dream, there was a father, a mother, and a sister, he laughed again, in the dream, there was no gray stone, he hunted the star soul with a high star contract, became a soul hunter, and was the patron saint of the family.

Suddenly, it snowed heavily in the dream, fluttering, and the scene suddenly turned to a wilderness, the sky and the earth were covered in silver, and the white was boundless, but the snow gradually became a little red in the white.

Ye Qingyang was horrified to find that this snow was like the bloody note, and when he turned around again, he saw Xiaoxue being held by his parents and walking into the distance in the breeze and twilight, and his back gradually disappeared.

He had to keep chasing, chasing, but he couldn't catch up.

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