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A little bit of red and snow white.

The white camellia is dyed red.

Such a scene does not seem bizarre.

Because red is the most common color of camellias, and it is also the most gorgeous color in the world.

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The blood is still flowing.

The clothes are still lightly swayed.

The plain blue dress with floral patterns was stained with more blood and her breath than the surrounding camellias.

The man was still staring at her.

But the look in the eyes is very different.

Among them, there is no reverence for the superiors of the subordinates.

There is no joy to take advantage of.

There is only one gaze that is somewhere between the strange and the familiar.

It's not like a friend, it's not like an enemy.

He looked at her and didn't act rashly.

Still like a listener, waiting for her to tell her story.

"I was badly injured. These were her first words after bleeding, gentle and weak.

Qin Cang nodded, signaling that he understood, but said, "But you won't die immediately." ”

Yu Feixian smiled: "Don't you ask me why I was injured, and why do you insist on waiting for you here alone when you are seriously injured and have not recovered?"

Qin Cang was silent.

I really don't ask.

But that doesn't mean he doesn't want to know the ins and outs of things.

It's just that he wants her to have more time to recover, so he plans to find out on his own.

Under the gaze of Concubine Yu, Qin Cang's right hand reached out, and his thumb gently swiped from the corner of her soft mouth, leaving no finger marks, but taking away a trace of blood.

Then he withdrew his palm and carefully observed the blood on his thumb for a long time.

After a moment's hesitation, he immediately put his thumb into his mouth in a strange way that ordinary people could not understand, sucking and sensing it.

From beginning to end, Yu Feixian did not interrupt him, as if she turned a blind eye to such "offensive" actions.

She lowered her head and concentrated on the red thread on her wrist, wrapping it around and around it, as if she were cocooning.

"Is it pretty?"

After a few breaths, she suddenly raised her head again, looked at Qin Cang, and repeated the question she had asked earlier.

Qin Cang slowly removed his fingers from his mouth and said, "The red line is still beautiful, but you are not as beautiful as before." ”

Yu Feixian was not angry, but said calmly: "People will always get old." The past me, the present me, and the future me are all me, but they cannot be equated, and the most obvious point is appearance. ”

Qin Cang said: "What I said is not this. ”

Yu Feixian was surprised: "Then what are you talking about?"

Qin Cang said: "Your blood is still warm and fresh, which proves that you are not old, but for some reason, you have temporarily become weak, some of the reasons are brought to you by Liu Chengfeng, some are brought to you by Yu Jingluo, and some are brought to you by Lingyike, but the most is brought to you by me." ”

Yu Feixian smiled silently.

Qin Cang continued: "Liu Chengfeng and Lingyi Ke's cultivation realm is higher than you, they have become your heart knot, it is not difficult to understand, although the jade shockfall has not yet grown to the point of the master of the sect, but after all, it is your personal inheritance, as the master of the Rakshasa Gate, I can't deny the cold side of your heart, but I can't deny the warm side of your heart." Even if it really comes to the day when you have to stand on the opposite side of Yu Jingluo, you will not kill her, at most you will abandon her cultivation and let her start from scratch, because she can also become your heart knot if you always stick to such a bottom line. The more knots in the heart, the faster the aging of the heart, you understand this truth, but there are some knots that you can't untie in advance, but for me, you clearly have many opportunities to strangle, but you have never started, let go of the current situation, I don't understand why you do this. ”

Yu Feixian suddenly said, "Are you using An Shizheng's identity to talk to me now, or are you using another identity?"

Qin Cang didn't respond positively, but said: "No matter what kind of identity I use, I won't understand the reason why you do this, a master of the Demon Gate can be ruthless or affectionate, but you should never use your love on people who shouldn't be used, otherwise your foundation will be like this red thread you tied yourself, beautiful but not durable." ”

"As you can see, is this red line really just for good looks?"

Yu Fei Xian was asking.

However, neither in her look nor in her actions, she did not look like a passive person waiting for someone else to give an answer.

The speed of her blood flow was clearly accelerating, and the crimson blood continued to seep out from her snow-white skin.

Didi crisp.

There was no surprisingly strong smell of blood around.

It is probably covered with the fragrance of tea.

Maybe it's masked by the scent of flowers.

Or maybe it's her own scent.

Under Qin Cang's puzzled gaze, she suddenly ripped off the red thread, restored it to its original shape, first put it in front of her nose and sniffed it, and then handed it to Qin Cang.

He hesitated, didn't take it.

But the smell of the red thread directly soaked into his nose like the breath of pandan, making him intoxicated.

"Qin Daoyou, calm down, there may be fraud in it!"

In the spirit ring, Jiang Yu's voice came from afar, like an echo in the empty valley, cleansing in Qin Cang's heart.

In an instant, he suddenly sobered up a lot, but he didn't take this opportunity to cast the immovable seal, but took the red thread directly from Yu Feixian's hand.

"This red line...... Where did you get that?"

He held it in his palm and asked her.

Concubine Yu said: "The things of the old people." ”

Qin Cang asked again, "Which old man?"

Yu Feixian said: "A woman from the same township as me. Speaking of which, she was much older than me, but in my memory, she never looked old, so I always liked to call her sister rather than aunt or older. Her favorite thing to do before her death was to wrap red candles with red threads, but the blame is that she never wrapped even red candles at the same time, most of the time it was a candle, this red thread was given to me when she passed away, I heard her say that this red thread was removed from the red satin she liked to wear when she was young, which is of great significance. ”

Qin Cang's heart shook slightly, and said, "Then did she tell you how old she was when she removed this red thread from the red silk, and why did she remove this red thread?"

Yu Feixian suddenly smiled, and smiled happily.

When she was a child, she had heard the story of the red thread from her sister more than once.

And she waited here for so long, and personally wrapped this red thread for herself, just to wait for him to ask this question.

"In fact, people's memory is really wonderful, sometimes good, sometimes bad, what should not be remembered may be remembered inadvertently, and what should not be forgotten is forgotten at a certain moment. But fortunately, that story, I think it's worth remembering......"

The speed of Yu Feixian's speech was still not fast.

The breath is still weak.

But Qin Cang couldn't judge how long she could stay awake based on this.

Just as he didn't know why he couldn't detect her memories of the red thread during the soul search.

He was a listener, and he was always ready to prevent Yu Feixian from falling into a coma due to excessive blood loss.

But as time went on, he couldn't help but feel that his preparation was a little redundant.

Because despite her physical injuries and bleeding, her enthusiasm for telling the story has not diminished in the slightest, but seems to be so engaged that she forgets the fact that she is still in a weak period.

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The pot of tea was clearly cold.

Qin Cang drank it up unconsciously while listening.

Yu Feixian's blood finally stopped flowing out.

The story has finally come to an end.

Before the soul returned to its place, Qin Cang, who had heard the red candle Weng tell the meaning of giving Qin Tianqi a red candle back then, was finally no longer so confused.

A couple for a lifetime.

A red candle for a lifetime.

A red thread hidden inside the red candle is for a lifetime.

Both are singular.

If you can join, you will be even.

Secretly fit that couple.

Qin Tianqian didn't accept the red candle, not because he didn't understand the intention of the red candle, nor because he planned to be lonely for the rest of his life and not fall in love with any woman, but because he didn't want to add a man-made cause and effect to his secret marriage.

What he refused was not only a red candle given to him by the red candle man, but also a marriage.

It was not only the red candle who was rejected, but also the woman who was willing to remove a red thread from her favorite red silk and continue to use it as a string.

Qin Tianqi may not remember when or where he accidentally broke a string, so he had to temporarily borrow silk thread from the audience to continue the string.

But the woman must have remembered.

From morning to dusk.

From life to death.

Didn't forget.

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"I didn't expect you to know not only the story, but also the protagonist of the story, and to keep that red thread from years ago to the present. ”

After the story is told, the listener begins to take the initiative to speak.

The bleeding had stopped, but it had flowed enough before.

The wound had scarred, but it had previously wounded deep enough.

After all, Yu Feixian still felt a little tired, and wanted to fall asleep deeply, even if she didn't wake up for a while, it was better than holding on so strongly.

But she didn't close her eyes, she wanted to continue to look at him and finish what she had to say to him.

"You actually know that, too. ”

Hearing this, Qin Cang was stunned, and then said, "But you and I know each other in different ways." ”

Yu Feixian smiled lightly: "It's different, even the things that are still on your body are different." ”

"Are you referring to it?" Qin Cang asked tentatively as he took out a red candle from his bosom.

The smile on Yu Feixian's face was even worse, quite a bit of joke: "It turned out that there was only one." It seems that he didn't give you as much as I imagined, even compared to the original Qin Tianqi, there is still one less red line. ”

Qin Cang said: "Isn't the missing red thread in your hands?"

Concubine Yu shook her head and sighed: "A red thread that has been rejected, a red candle that has been cursed, can never be wrapped together again!"

"What if you could?"

"Even if it could, would there still be a meaning of a lifetime and a couple?"

A rhetorical question made Qin Cang speechless.

At the right time, Yu Feixian continued: "Actually, it's ridiculous, you are not Qin Tianqi, and I am not her, why should one keep a red line and the other take the red candle, not live according to their own hearts, but have to blend the wishes of others?"

Qin Cang said in a deep voice: "Only by blending the wishes of others can we obtain the power of others, and then use the fastest way to make our minds come true." If one day, if you can't control this force, you will become a chess piece, and otherwise, you will be a chess player. I am the latter, and you can be the latter if you will. ”

"It's late. Yu Feixian said regretfully.

Qin Cang's complexion changed, and the bad feeling in his heart suddenly became extremely strong.

Sure enough, the next moment, Concubine Yu leaned close to his ear and whispered, "I have destroyed one of your chess pieces." ”

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