This question really shocked my friend.

After all, how could a person like Yue Ying still have someone who couldn't get what he wanted, and Yue Ying was an extremely arrogant person, how could he like someone who didn't like him.

My friend was very curious about what it was that fairy who could hook Yue Ying, but unfortunately he didn't dare to ask abruptly.

"People like Gongzi Yue, if you like it, you can like it to your heart's content, if the girl doesn't want to, just grab it, maybe you will fall in love for a long time."

This bandit seemed to be frivolous and even his friend couldn't help laughing, he really didn't think that the girl was really unwilling, maybe it was just a means to get away with it.

Yue Ying pondered for a while, thinking about her friend's words very seriously, and her eyes slowly became dark.

——

When Yue Ying woke up, the night was still very deep, the hall was empty and lonely, only the ticking sound was more leaking, the ambergris was about to burn out, he reached out and touched the mattress on his side, it was cold.

When he still has an eye disease and is entangled by the ghost, the monk will stay by the side, he often wakes up in the middle of the night, so as to confirm whether the monk is not there, and for a long time, Yue Ying will ask Wen Xien to come up and sleep together.

At first, Wen Xien was unwilling, but Yue Ying coaxed and deceived people to.

Wen Xien hadn't slept here for a long time, and he occasionally forgot that he habitually reached out to hug people when he slept at night, but he always ended up empty.

The scene in the dream is still floating in front of me, and the smile that seems to be imprinted in the afterglow of the sunset many years ago has become the most unbearable throbbing of the young man's heart.

It's been a long time, and he can't remember when Wen Xien started to become cold as frost and snow, and he never looked at him with the same eyes, and he can't remember the day when he began to become more and more moody and irritable.

Maybe it was when Wen Xien was inadverted and felt that his self-esteem was disgraced; Maybe it's because the monk treats him coldly and doesn't want to look at him when he cares about him......

Or perhaps, it was the monk's refusal to say goodbye, and the ruthless rejection made him angry, and the feelings that were bred day and night in the cold hall finally ceased to exist.

All that remains is boundless hatred and unwillingness.

In his memory, he was respectful and considerate of Wen Xien, and even endured himself in order not to provoke the monk's disgust and disgust, for fear of making her unhappy!

But what do you get in exchange?

He just wanted to see Wen Xien smile, he just wanted the monk to stay by his side, and he didn't ask for much, but no matter how much he coerced and lured, it didn't work.

Yue Ying never got her wish once.

The madness that he couldn't ask for made him crazy, and he could only tear and break the cold skin again and again, so as to regain a little bit of reality.

It's a flesh-and-blood man, not a statue made of ice.

He raised his hand in the dim light, looking at the smooth palm and the fine lines on it.

Yue Ying's eyes were blood-red, intertwined with cobweb-like blood.

Why did he set that man free? Even if you can only use some unpopular means, it is better than letting the monk out of his sight.

If the chains can't be locked, then put in a cage, break her hands and feet, so that she can only rely on others to live in this life, whether she lives or dies, she can't help herself!

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Wen Xien is already idle to plant flowers and grass, and he organizes these things every day, not to mention, the flowers that are half-dead and about to wither have been raised by Wen Xien.

The chalets on the cliffs also have some popularity.

In such a long time, he would come to Wen Xien whenever he was free, and the two of them would sometimes water flowers and grass together, or watch the sunset, except for the sudden attack of Wen Xien's demon pill, everything was as plain as water.

It's just that the weather has been a little cold recently, and Wen Xien accidentally contracted a wind chill.

In these years, he has not been mature and stable, and he is still so-so like a child.

But when he stepped into the hut and saw the white-clothed figure on the couch through the window, he suddenly slowed down and walked over slowly.

Wen Xien was originally looking at the dead leaves on the branches, but a tall figure suddenly obscured her vision in front of her, her eyes moved slightly, and her gaze was withdrawn, with some imperceptible gloom.

Pingsheng walked into the room, a cold wind swept in, Wen Xien covered his mouth with his sleeves, coughed for a long time, and saw that the man was closing the windows that were wide open on all sides one by one.

Wen Xien wanted to stop it, but as soon as he opened his mouth to say the word "don't", he couldn't help but cough lowly.

Pingsheng frowned, walked to Wen Xien's side silently, and when her coughing stopped and gasped slightly, she complained dissatisfiedly: "Senior brother, how many times have I said, don't open the window, don't open the window, what can I do if the symptoms are aggravated when the time comes." ”

At this time, Pingsheng was like a little adult, pointing to Wen Xien's lesson.

Wen Xi'en's face was a little red just now, and the bottom of his eyes seemed to be covered with a faint layer of water, and his brows frowned slightly at this time, not as cold as before, but a little disgusted.

This is very different from the usual expressionless and cold Jingchen, Pingsheng was stunned for a moment, and when he caught a glimpse of the yellow mud under Wen Xien's clothes, his face immediately changed, "Did you run out to take care of those flowers again!" ”

I'm so sick like this, how can I still have the heart to take care of those flowers! In the end, what words are important, or is your body important!

"I just looked at it twice." Wen Xien lowered his gaze, landed on the Buddha bead hanging on his wrist all his life, and replied calmly.

"Neither can the eyes!"

In his life, he hated iron but not steel, and sometimes Wen Xien behaved more like a wayward child, for example, he didn't like to take medicine, and he was not obedient, and he always ran outside while he was paying attention.

Pingsheng put the snacks he bought down the mountain on the wooden table, his age has arrived, and he can often go down the mountain, but there is still a time limit, and he can't stay outside for a long time.

For Wen Xien's character of eating soft and not hard, Pingsheng had no choice but to say: "Senior brother, you don't have to take care of those flowers anymore, you have to take care of your body now, you will leave these jobs to me, it has been very cold outside recently, so don't run around casually." ”

Wen Xien was finally willing to look directly at Pingsheng, but there was not much emotion in his eyes, and he looked at him calmly, his dark eyes were like two cold stars.

Her body bones are not weak to that extent, it is too much of a fuss in her life, but she is just the usual wind and cold, but she is made by her life as if she is a serious illness, which really makes Wen Xien smile bitterly.

Wen Xien can't understand this feeling, he has admired Wen Xien since he was a child, he has always known that Wen Xien is just cold on the surface, in fact, his heart is soft, in the Yonghe Nunnery, pilgrims who come to burn incense will come to meet Master Jingchen.

(End of chapter)