And in the process of change, it may be easy to change just because of a person's words, or just because of a person's eyes, or just because of one thing.

The monk with a cold face like an immortal said softly, "Master Yue, the poor monk came here for you. ”

What Wen Xien said is indeed not wrong, she came here for Yue Ying's eyes, now that his eyes are better, and Wen Xien's task has been completed, it is indeed time to go.

Yue Ying's brows furrowed, and she giggled as if she had heard some funny joke.

"For me...... Hahaha. ”

"A good one for me."

He choked his throat and choked, "Then can't you stay for me?" ”

The boy made this unreasonable request.

Wen Xien was stunned by Yue Ying's questioning, lowered his eyelashes slightly, and answered his words with silence.

The monk's face was solemn, but his eyebrows were sad, as if he was drenched in the cold clear waves on the bank of the Lantern Festival, and her throat and eyes were surging with her unfamiliar obscurity.

……

"I can't."

——

Ke Changqing swallowed the pill in his mouth with a grunt, looked at his unchanged face in the mirror, and snapped the mirror on the collapse with a gloomy face.

In the past few days, Ke Changqing first found some herbs from the mountains to compress his face, and after a few days of no effect, he ventured into the city and went to the Great Avenue Temple to steal some elixirs that replenish qi and rejuvenate the face.

In the past few days, he has eaten more than a dozen bottles, but his face has not changed at all, only to see that the color of the blood scab is getting darker and darker, and it is estimated that when the blood scab falls off, it will become a disgusting and ugly scar.

From the anticipation of applying herbs and swallowing the pills at the beginning, to seeing his still ugly face the next day, he was disappointed and angry again and again......

Ke Changqing closed his eyes and gritted his teeth, slamming the mirror in his hand to the ground, and he heard the sound of the mirror splitting.

As if it wasn't enough, he waved the teapot and teacup on the table to the ground, and the crackling sound was particularly harsh.

The door suddenly opened.

Ke Changqing frowned and looked at him strangely, only a young man in sackcloth stood at the door, looking at him embarrassed and timid.

Sensing his gaze, the young man bowed in a panic and said politely, "Guest officer, is there anything wrong?" You've smashed a lot of stuff these days. ”

Ke Changqing frowned and looked at Xiao Er's face, he was still young, and his facial features were not good-looking, but ordinary ones could not be ordinary, but they were better than white.

It should be the reason for the birth of a farmer, and his face is difficult to hide his immaturity.

Ke Changqing looked at him silently for a long time before he smiled and said softly: "Come over and I'll tell you." ”

Xiao Er carefully observed Ke Changqing, he wanted to lie down and half-prop himself on the couch, his face was pale but it was difficult to hide his handsomeness, but a particularly large wound almost covered half of his face, making the originally handsome-looking face look distorted and hideous, making people look uncomfortable for no reason.

His eyes were very dark and bright, staring at Xiao Er stubbornly, as if he was smiling, but not at all.

Xiao Er attributed the fear in his heart to his own timidity, and even blamed himself for how he could judge others, and was suspicious of others just because of their different appearances.

Ke Changqing saw him stunned, pursed his lips anxiously, his hand hidden in the quilt was clenched so tightly that the joints protruded, but the smile on his face was more gentle and amiable.

I'm tired of Lao Tzu

(End of chapter)