"If it were me, I would be able to do it. Ye Wen's whole body shrank in the darkness and muttered in a low voice. Seeing that Luo Huchen, who had pity on his face in front of him, gradually lost all his life, he suddenly smiled, and the smile was so sad.

It's really a face that is not suitable for apology, I once thought in my mind what kind of expression you would be after you died, but I didn't expect it to be this disgusting look. Pity, pity, hehe, I, can do it! You are a dead man, why should you pity me?

The moonlight fell like silk, softly draped over the dark land, giving a little respite and hope to those who were afraid of the darkness. However, the moonlight is not hope after all, it is not light, and the darkness hidden in the corner is gradually spreading.

The darkness spread in this jungle, and Wuqi left, taking Luo Huchen's body with him, and left without leaving a word. Ye Wen knew that he must be very bitter in his heart, as if he had bitten the bitter gallbladder and eaten Coptis chinensis, so bitter that even his entire heart and liver were already numb. After all, Luo Huchen used to be his only meaning of existence, but Ye Wen didn't regret it at all, because this was also his only meaning of existence.

The jungle was silent all night, without the slightest song of insects and birds, without any human voices and beasts, and it was bare and allowed to climb and rise in darkness, and grow all over the land.

Wu Qi stopped talking since Ye Wen said the drama of the tanuki changing the prince, and looked at his hands in a daze, it's really ridiculous, what to say, what to say, what to help, it's really ridiculous.

"You've become a coward. "The sun finally appeared from the sky, the sky was slightly hazy, and after a line of fish belly white, although it could not disperse the frozen bones between heaven and earth, it also shone a ray of light into people's hearts, and likewise, lit up this piece of darkness.

"You've become a coward. This is the first sentence that appeared after a night of dead silence in this jungle, the person who spoke was Yang Zongbao who came out of the tent, he said it to Wu Qi, who bowed his head and was silent, his eyes were still cold to the bone, but his words still did not make Wu Qi raise his head, and he had expected it a long time ago.

"You've become a coward. Yang Zongbao repeated, instead of going to his daily thunderous morning exercises, he sat opposite Wu Qi and said slowly, "You have become a coward, afraid of fear to change the world, and even to help and save someone, even if that person is yourself." ”

"Afraid, afraid, changing the world, helping, saving, self, why? Why should I, how should I go and give back to him what I had stolen from others? What should I do?" Wu Qi buried his head deeper, and drops of water dripped from between his hair and fell onto the dry ground, and he was instantly absorbed into it, disappearing without a trace.

"Fear is the culprit of everything. Failure, frustration, jealousy, sin, betrayal, and defeat. No one is born strong, but from birth, he has learned to help, to give, to save. No one is perfect, even if it's you, from the beginning, you've come through smoothly, so now it's just the first setback, it's not even a defeat, you're afraid, you're afraid, you're feeling sorry for yourself, you don't want to look up, you don't want to see the person you hurt, you don't want to see anyone, so ah, you've become a coward. ”

"What should I do, what should I do, what should I do, Zongbao! Wu Qi raised his head as if grasping the last straw, looked at Yang Zongbao with a cold face and said, his eyes were dead, there was no life, no hope, no light.

"Fear is not a sin, it can make people feel their weakness, and only after recognizing their weakness can people become strong and realize everything about themselves. Yang Zongbao sighed, stretched out his foot and trampled the land soaked in Wu Qi's tears, rubbing it back and forth many times, and continued.

"It's the first time I've seen you cry. Do you remember the last time you cried, when you were reprimanded by your parents, abandoned by your friends, or never cried, like a stubborn rock, not happy or fearful?"

"Well, what are you crying for this time, do you know? Can you understand? If you are for yourself, then I look down on you, and even more on myself, because a dream that is so selfish is said by such a selfish person, a dream that may never be touched, I actually believe it, and I still believe it. ”

"Well, if you shed tears for him, then I spit on you from the bottom of my heart, because you have never been worthy to shed tears for him, and a marauder shedding tears for the plundered is undoubtedly a crocodile's tears, an invisible mockery, which is the greatest evil in the world. ”

"Then what should I do? What should I do? Do I give it back to him, do I give him everything back?" Wu Qi muttered, not just to Yang Zongbao, but also to Wuqi, or to himself.

"Give it all back to him, then, what should you do yourself?" Yang Zongbao said the result mercilessly, "What should you do if you lose everything, what should you do if you deprive yourself with your own hands?"

"I don't know, I don't know, I don't know!"

"Saving others is not a reason to hurt yourself, to solve the problem, you must start from the root, from the beginning of the problem to solve the problem, in order to cure the disease. Besides, it's just a failure, not even a failure, just handing over everything you have? The Wu Ziqian I know is not such a person. Everything is handed over to the person who makes everything happen, I believe, Chunfeng thinks so too. Yang Zongbao finally mentioned Ye Wen's last simplicity.

"Hmm. Wu Qi replied in a low voice, he didn't even dare to look up at Ye Wen's face, because it was also a plundered person.

"You can really talk. Ye Wen raised his head slightly from the shadows, looked at Yang Zongbao, who was always cold, and said with a smile on the corner of his mouth, this is a cold-hearted person on the outside.

"I'm so lucky to have you by his side. Ye Wen looked up at the gradually whitening sky, and when he said such an inexplicable sentence, he pulled out Ma Rulong, who had been eavesdropping.

It's on the road, lazy pig, it's almost the end of the year!

Ma Rulong looked at Ye Wen's smiling face and the pair of bloodshot eyes, and did not quarrel with Ye Wen for the first time. Again, haven't you slept all night!

Spring water thatched cottage.

Yan Zhiwen, one of the three major student assistants of Chunshui Thatched Cottage. In addition to being the three major assistants of Chunshui Thatched Cottage, there is also the identity of this Confucian Yan family guest, as well as the name of the former Sanpin doctor. However, a few years ago, for some reason, Emperor Chengwen issued an edict to let him return to his hometown. Although Yan Zhiwen still felt that his body and bones could still be used for thousands of miles, he had no jokes, and he had to thank him. However, he didn't really return to his hometown, and became a student assistant in Chunshui Thatched Cottage, the first school in addition to the student supervisor. Don't underestimate the identity of a student assistant, this is the identity of the Chunshui Thatched Cottage above 10,000 people, except for the Master of the Thatched Hall, Ning Qing's master, one of the most respectable positions. Especially from time to time, there are rumors that this Yan Zhiwen will have a chance to recover from love, which makes people dare not ignore it. This leads to the fact that even if Zhishi has been in the business for many years, there are still people who are willing to burn his cold stove.

No, the New Year is approaching, and there are a lot of invitations in front of Yan Zhiwen's desk.

On Yan Zhiwen's mansion, at the end of the year, the courtyard was snow-white, but it was not the flying snow, but the peach blossoms falling from the peach mountain in the spring grass hall. On the peach mountain of the spring water thatched cottage, all year round, the peach blossoms are fragrant, it is really a rare beauty in Kyushu, and many literati and writers also write a lot of poems for the wonder of nature.

Although the spring water cottage is not in Kyushu Prefecture where snow falls in winter, when winter arrives, the wind rises and the sky is white, but it is much more beautiful than snow. And last night, the winter wind came, swaying snowflakes everywhere.

Yan Zhiwen opened the window of the study, preparing to take advantage of the fresh morning air to choose which invitation card and whose house to go to today. Thinking of this, Yan Zhiwen was overjoyed, the treasure knife is not old, and Lian Po is still old!

The winter breeze blew lightly, blowing into the house full of pink and white snowflakes, gently and skillfully opened a paper invitation, Yan Zhiwen opened the invitation briskly, and decided that it was this one, the time was just right, the poetry meeting, just when the peach blossoms were like snow. The time is just right, the place is just right, and the people are just right.

The poetry meeting was very lively, after a few cups of hot wine, Yan Zhiwen was already slightly drunk in the winter breeze, and taking advantage of this brisk comfort, Yan Zhiwen walked home.

"Yan Zhuxue, have you ever heard of listening to Xue Jian?" An indifferent voice interrupted Yan Zhiwen's mood of wanting to write a poem.

Listen to Xue Jian? What kind of childish kid who doesn't have the slightest etiquette from a tutor wants to soar into the sky with his own assertions?

"I haven't heard of it!" Yan Zhiwen replied with a cold face, the interest he had just brewed was all lost by this rabbit cub! This doesn't make you bleed heavily, you and I are vegetarians?

"Oh, that's a pity, I'm dying in a daze, will Hades let you be reincarnated?" said in a deep voice in the shadows, with extra seriousness, not like a joke.

"Hades, reincarnation, what does it mean!" Yan Zhiwen didn't know what it meant, he only saw a pair of eyes in the end, a pair of eyes full of aggression and bright and penetrating.

Spring water thatched cottage.

In the mountain behind the Chunshui Thatched Cottage, the figures are longing, and all the people who can stand here are the people in charge of the Chunshui Thatched Cottage, but at this moment, the Confucian humility on the face is gone.

"Is even Yan Zhuxue dead? It's already the eighteenth, and he was killed by a sword in his chest!

Gou Xunzhi, the first person in the spring water cottage from Ning Qing, likes to drink.

"Gou Xunzhi, have you ever heard of Tingxue Jian?"

"Huh..."