The figure is hidden in the dark, and the familiar red clothes are still like blood stains in the dark night, and they will burn themselves if they don't hurt others.

Those slender phoenix eyes stared at her for a moment, and her back was numb when she saw it.

"Oh." He said, "You dodged." ”

It seemed to be a surprised word, but in his voice, it seemed very calm, as if she was dead or not, nothing had changed.

“…… Do you want me to die like that? She tried her best to calm her voice.

Convince yourself that it is Li Wei now, not Qing Wei.

"Hmm."

He squatted down with his wooden staff, picked up one dart after another from the ground, and put them back in the basket.

He also pressed the mechanism of the ground thorn with his hand, and with a "click", the ground thorn slammed shut.

As if inadvertently, he stabbed the ground on the shut, his fingers caught in it, and his complexion changed suddenly.

Seeing that he was clearly clumsy and weak, but he was still desperate to break the mechanism, Qing Wei took a step forward distressedly: "I'll help you." ”

"—Get out of here!" He shook it off, and his sleeves hunted for the wind.

Qing Wei was drunk and took half a step back, and when he looked at the phoenix dove again, he had already found an iron nail to pry it open.

The thorns seemed to be forged from hard iron, more than strong, not sharp enough, and when the fingers of the dove broke free from the inside, the phalanges were pressed red, and there were some changes. Blood kept pouring out, like a small flower blooming on the tip of a finger.

He had never been so embarrassed.

Qing Wei hurriedly took out the plain silk in his arms and handed it to the phoenix dove, "Come, wipe it." ”

And the phoenix dove didn't even look at it, and continued to collect the mechanism on the ground.

This is the second time that 'Qing Wei' has met a phoenix dove in Li's mansion, she didn't notice it in the house before, and the current phoenix dove is indeed different from the past, there is a kind of indescribable weakness.

It's the drug.

And the owner of this medicine ......

He glanced coldly at her and took it all back. "The deity looks like this, it's funny?"

"Oh no, no...... There is no such thing. She was nervous and quickly denied, "I just think...... Your face is just beautiful. ”

"-Pretty face?" He repeated the words, in an odd tone.

He lowered his eyes and wiped the wounds on his hands, rummaged through the cabinets, found a few bottles of poured medicine to disinfect, and said after repeated application: "If it weren't for this face, how could you possibly fall in love with me." ”

“……”

"If you can, the truth will be ruined for you." He put the bottle down, picked up another one, dipped it in water and wiped his hands, "But what she likes, how dare I destroy it." ”

His words were very flat, as light as a blank sheet of paper, with nothing but blankness.

No ink stains, no dust, no past.

Qing Wei clutched his clothes tightly in the midst of these words, restraining himself from crying.

His eyes stayed on his face, and it was also a fault to feel beautiful in vain.

After Feng Jiu had packed up all his things, Qing Wei walked into his room 'uninvited'.

It's small, it's chic, and it's shabby.

Everything seems to have been used for a long time, complicated and painted, the colors peel off layer by layer, and layer by layer, like a life experience, some things are stuffed in, and some must be forgotten.

But what you can't forget will eventually be overwritten, and what can't be covered or refreshed will be left.

Call it a memory.

And his memories look like an empty shell, with nothing, nothing left.