"Suicide?!"

Song Chi subconsciously exclaimed, and his first reaction was that this girl was probably playing some trick on herself and wanted to trick him.

He wouldn't believe that Yi Xia Yuyou's ability to jump off the Lingjiang Bridge would fall to his death.

This is simply not scientific.

Well, although Xia Yuyou's existence itself is very unscientific, if someone tells you that a thousand-year-old ghost jumped off the bridge and fell to his death, what kind of magical plot is this?

Song Chi, who thought he had seen through Xia Yu's routine, opened his mouth and wanted to ridicule, but the words came to his mouth and swallowed back.

Xia Yuyou raised her head to look at him, smiling lightly.

Today's Xia Yuyu is different from usual.

Quiet, effeminate, and pitiful.

She clasped her hands around her knees, rested her chin on her knees, and raised her head slightly and smiled at herself.

This was the first time Song Chi had seen this kind of smile on Xia Yuyou's face.

Bland, fragile, and distressing to watch.

He simply lifted his trouser legs, sat beside Xia Yuyou, and put his feet into the turbulent river.

"Shhh

Song Chi let out a suppressed cry of pain, stretched out his foot, and found that his ankle was no longer scratched by something, and it was bleeding.

"Fool, what are you doing?"

Xia Yuyou watched Song Chi clutch and blew on his ankles in annoyance, and laughed.

"Blow!" Song Chi glanced at Xia Yuyou, and said angrily, "When I was injured when I was a child, my mother would blow on the wound, and the wound wouldn't hurt, you wouldn't even know this, right?" ”

Xia Yuyou's face froze, and Song Chi instantly realized that he had said the wrong thing.

This girl has been soaked in water for more than a thousand years, and she has no memory of her life, isn't she sprinkling salt on the other party's wound when she says this?

He thought that Xia Yuyou would be furious, but he didn't expect Xia Yuyou to bury his head between his legs and say sullenly:

"I don't know."

Song Chi silently looked at Xia Yuyou, who was curled up in a ball, and the girl's body, which was already thin, shrunk into a ball at the moment, looking indescribably pitiful.

He looked at the turbulent river and was stunned for a moment, before he spoke softly:

"Why do you want to kill yourself?"

Xia Yuyou raised her head and glanced at Song Chi in surprise: "Would you believe such an outrageous word?" I'm a river god, how could I die? ”

Song Chi nodded lightly, as if agreeing with Xia Yuyou's words, he turned his head to look at the girl, and said softly:

"But you're thinking, aren't you?"

“……”

A little panic flashed in the girl's eyes, as if she had seen through her mind, and subconsciously turned her head to avoid Song Chi's gaze.

She was silent for a while before she slowly spoke:

"Well, I want to...... I've thought about it many times. ”

"So although you know that you won't die, you know that I am here to save you, and your heart is very touched, so you saved me back."

"Just! I was not moved! ”

Looking at the girl who was still hard-mouthed, Song Chi smiled and didn't speak.

He seemed to be able to feel Xia Yuyou's thoughts now.

A person who has existed alone in the Lingjiang River for thousands of years is indeed an unbearable torment and torture.

If it were me, would you be able to hold on?

Song Chi shook his head, I'm afraid I'll go crazy.

Looking at the girl curled up in a ball, it was like weaving herself into a cocoon, and the cold and loneliness of thousands of years were wrapped in this small body.

"That'...... What now? ”

Song Chi spoke softly, as if he was afraid of disturbing the injured little beast beside him.

Xia Yuyou shook his head: "I don't know. ”

She smiled, and her tone was a little helpless: "It doesn't matter what I think, I can't die." ”

Song Chi's eyebrows furrowed deeply, looked at Xia Yuyou and said:

"That's why you had to do that kind of stupid thing when you were in the Tianjin Temple before?"

The girl's body trembled slightly, and she did not speak.

"Actually, there's one thing I haven't been able to figure out," Song Chi paused, and when he saw that the girl was listening to him, he continued to ask, "Why have you been so obsessed with the identity of the river god?" ”

Whether it was when she was in Tianjin Temple, or just now she asked herself to play the game of the river god with her, including in her daily life, Song Chi could feel very strongly that Xia Yuyou had an inexplicable obsession with the identity of the river god.

However, in fact, Song Chi knew that Xia Yuyu was not a river god at all.

He also knew that Xia Yuyou herself knew that she was not a river god at all.

Even many times, Xia Yuyou himself said that he had leaked his mouth.

But she always deliberately emphasizes these things, as if she is self-hypnosis.

Hearing Song Chi's words, Xia Yuyou waved his small fist a little angrily.

"I was originally a river god!"

“……”

After being silent for a while, Xia Yuyou stretched out her little hand and put it into the Lingjiang, as if she was recalling something.

"I don't know what I ...... I am"

"When I was in Lingjiang, I encountered a lot of strange ghosts, and I felt that I was the same as them, but it seemed to be different......"

"Do you remember the old turtle I told you?"

She raised her head to look at Song Chi, her eyes flashing with expectation.

Song Chi nodded: "Remember, the old turtle has lived countless years and is knowledgeable, and there is nothing in this world that he doesn't know." ”

Xia Yuyou nodded in agreement, and there was a rare happiness in her tone: "Not bad, Xiao Song, it seems that you have listened well to what I said to you." ”

Looking at the somewhat happy girl, Song Chi couldn't laugh.

He knew what Xia Yuyu was happy about.

The more lonely a person is, the more they care about whether others are listening well.

Even such a trivial thing is an extremely rare affirmation and recognition for Xia Yuyou.

"I went and asked the old tortoise, but the old tortoise wouldn't tell me."

Xia Yuyou's voice became distant again, this feeling was very strange, she was obviously beside her, but her voice seemed to float far away and float back.

"I kept asking, but the old turtle refused to say, and then he finally did."

Song Chi smiled: "How did you do it?" ”

Xia Yuyou waved his little fist with a proud face: "I beat him!" ”

“……”

Not noticing Song Chi's face, Xia Yuyou continued to take care of herself:

"The old turtle didn't tell me anything, but he told me a story about the river god. He said that in every great river, there is a special soul, this soul is powerful, omnipotent, and most importantly, this soul is kind and pure, bless the water and soil on that side. ”

"Do you think the old turtle is talking about that soul is you?" Song Chi said tentatively.

"Or else!" Xia Yuyou glared at Song Chi and asked rhetorically.

“…… Be...... ......."

Xia Yuyou snorted softly, looking at the black and oppressive sky, and her tone was excited.

"It's a pity that the old turtle died, otherwise I must ask him why the Bodhisattva of the Golden Temple wanted to attack the river god that day!"

Song Chi laughed twice: "It may be that the Bodhisattva has lost his eyes." ”

Xia Yuyou nodded and fell silent again.

Seeing that the moon was about to climb overhead, Song Chi was about to let Xia Yuyou go home, when he saw the girl standing up lightly.

She lowered her head and looked at Song Chi, the afterglow of the moonlight hitting her body, as if she was draped in a delicate and soft veil.

"Xiao Song."

Xia Yuyou's tone was a little low.

"What the hell am I?"