In fact, before he was blind, Yue Ying was not like this, he was sunny and righteous, he had many friends around him, and he naively dreamed of martial arts, he wanted to save the weak and help the poor, he wanted to be a big hero known to everyone.

When his friends were in trouble, he would do his best to help in emergencies, stir up the bandits' nest so that the people could live in peace, and even the beggars on the side of the road he would pity and give a few pieces of gold.

But now, he has become a blind man whose eyes have been gouged out, and his former friends come to comfort him on the surface, but hide behind his back to laugh at his jokes.

Even the maid and servant can rely on him not to see the fall in front of him, and they are proud.

Who else in Lanzhou still remembers Yue Ying's son-in-law now? But I just remember that Yue Mansion was a useless blind man.

Everything he had done before was like a joke, and perhaps he was a joke in the eyes of others.

I don't know if the resentment on his body is too deep, which makes Wen Xien look sideways, even if the young man's face is cold and green, but there is a gloomy aura between his eyebrows and eyes that does not belong to his age.

"The poor monk has heard of Gongzi Yue, he is a great character, but it's a pity that God is jealous of talents, but it's not too late now."

Yue Ying's brows furrowed, and the curvature of the corners of her lips was sarcastic:

"Then what you've heard of me like."

"Righteous and awe-inspiring, dignified." The voice of the clean dust is very light and serious.

Yue Ying sneered, "Monk, you want to convince me?" I'm not the same person I used to be. ”

"The poor monk doesn't want you to change anything."

"What do you mean?"

"It means that the son-in-law will live better and better in the future, as long as the son-in-law has a pure heart, he can become the person that the son-in-law wants to be."

Since he was blind, no one has ever said such things to him, and they all think that it is because he is blind and can't stand the stimulation that he has become the cloudy and uncertain person and ghost he is now.

They all told him that it didn't matter, but that he was blind, and that if they were blind, they wouldn't have said it in such a relaxed tone.

Even the Yue Alliance Master thought so, thinking that he was suspicious all day long, because he fantasized about others framing him and insulting him every day.

He was blind, but he was not deaf.

Now that he has reached this point, he has become numb to such a dark life, and his original intention has long been rotten and stinks in a corner.

And the first sentence already confuses him:

"From the first time he saw his son-in-law, the poor monk knew what his son-in-law was afraid of."

Yue Ying frowned, her mind a little confused.

"Yue Gongzi is afraid that he will become a useless person, this is human nature, falling from heaven to hell is only an overnight, and from then on, any small unhappiness will cause a volcanic eruption of anger. I don't know when Gongzi is getting farther and farther away from his original intention, you feel scared, but helpless, because you have no way to stop it, you can only watch it get farther and farther away. ”

The monk's voice was very slow, as if he was stating a fact, and it was also very low, only the two of them could hear the volume, and in many cases, this monk was really gentle, even if her voice was cold.

He pondered the sentences, weaving a web one by one, trapping his mind in it, even more confused, and somewhere the ground suddenly became soft, and then collapsed, and sank.

The hand that was holding the Buddha beads tightly now had a feeling of powerlessness that he couldn't hold it.

It's dull and uncomfortable, but there is a subtle feeling of softness and comfort.

This is a problem that no one has ever discovered, and this monk named Jingchen has discovered it.

It's not like those nosy and hypocritical people in the past, who pretended to pity him on the surface, but in fact they didn't know how to gloat in their hearts.

Yue Ying didn't know how to reply.

I want to express something, but vaguely I always feel that it is not appropriate.

After being silent for a while, Yue Ying spoke hoarsely, "Do you know how my eyes are blind?" ”

Wen Xien only knew that he was gouged out by a big devil, and she didn't know much about the reason, and she never paid attention to the things in the rivers and lakes.

Truthfully, "The poor monk doesn't know." ”

Yue Ying turned her head and stared silently in Wen Xien's direction. After a while, he suddenly smiled and put down the arm that was supporting his head.

"My eyes were indeed gouged out by the big devil, I hate him, but I hate another person even more, I was young and ignorant, I like to wander around, I have made a lot of friends, one of them has a particularly good relationship, he is not used to killing people without blinking, he didn't know how to provoke the sky, and then he made trouble, he ran away, and used me as a target, I was gouged out, he didn't know where to escape."

The first time Yue Ying talked to someone about this matter, he had never told anyone about it, he felt that it was a very embarrassing thing, and there was no need to make it known to everyone, because no one would think he was good, only that he was stupid.

I thought he would think that when he talked about it, he would be furious at the beginning, and he couldn't control his emotions or something.

But no, he said it calmly, as if he was telling a story, and the calm was a little weird.

He was just curious how the monk would answer.

Now I am very patient, waiting for the monk's reply.

However, he did not wait for the monk's reply, but was gently patted on the back of his hand, and he was stunned.

His rare mildness could not hide his self-harming behavior. Just as his heart was boiling and tumbling like a flood of beasts, trying to devour everything.

The Buddha beads in his hand had already been crushed by him, and without his knowledge, he clearly felt the warm liquid slipping from the palm of his hand.

It turned out that he was not as calm as he thought.

The maid exclaimed in surprise, "Young Master, your hand is bleeding." ”

The noisy voice made Yue Ying's brows furrow instantly, and he just wanted to lose his temper when he heard the monk next to him say, "Go get some wound medicine." ”

The warm touch on the back of his hand made Yue Ying's anger extinguish, and the whole space seemed to soften, and he couldn't help but laugh too.

He smiled and felt Wen Xi'en bandaging him, her technique was very skillful, and the temperature of her fingertips was a little cold, but it made Yue Ying feel very comfortable.

He has never liked touching others, and since his temperament has changed drastically, he has hated it even more.

Yue Ying thought that the monk's expression should be a little gentle now, gentle to him, and the hungry monster he had been entrenched in the darkness for a long time had opened its mouth, eager to devour everything he felt in one gulp.

There are typos to talk to me

(Some people can't tell whether the little fox is Ke Changqing or not, and some people can't quite understand it, the big devil Ke Changqing I wrote in the first two chapters, this is just a transitional stage, and it will be written in detail later)

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