Early the next morning, Qingluan was a little listless when he got up, and his good mood was vividly destroyed by Qing Yinan's arrival, until he went out, the whole person was Yan'er.

Fei Yu, who was still dressed in red, was standing quietly at the door of Qing Si Zhai, like a majestic door god, his eyes were looking straight ahead, not knowing what to think.

Qingluan saw her, and pulled the corners of her mouth slightly, which was considered to have said hello, but Feiyu walked straight forward when she saw her, as if she was deliberately waiting for her.

After glancing at Qingluan meaningfully, she said expressionlessly: "Girls should pay attention to something!"

Qingluan was stunned and looked at her inexplicably.

Seeing her puzzled look, Fei Yu lowered his eyes and thought for a while, and said, "I saw it." ”。

She didn't pay any attention to whether Qingluan understood or not, and turned to leave.

The morning light was faint, and the breeze was still a little cool to blow up the broken hair in front of Qingluan's forehead, and she suddenly remembered the shaking of the door in the corner of her eyes yesterday, and instantly understood the meaning of Fei Yu.

Qingluan hurriedly stepped forward and said to Feiyu's back, "You misunderstood!"

Flying Feather paused, and the long chain of dark iron circling around his arm made a small crashing sound, like silver beads falling on a smooth and heavy rock.

"Just pay attention to yourself!".

The sound of the flying feather was somewhat similar to her long chain, not very crisp, but it was very crisp, and there was a hint of cleanliness in it, like the dew on the tip of the grass at this time, without a trace of impurities.

She walked along, her bright red clothes dulling the colors around her.

Qingluan looked at her sassy and heroic back, and suddenly felt as if she was not in such a bad mood.

Maybe Fei Yu was just admonishing her, but isn't this just a concern?

Sometimes, it only takes one sentence to change your state at the moment. Because, unexpected care will make you feel that this world is extraordinarily warm.

Qingluan's mood was completely recovered when she arrived at the school, after all, along the way, the newborn morning sun and the refreshing breeze all made her feel the beauty of the world.

Unlike yesterday, when Qingluan went in, Jingpei had already done all the hygiene.

She looked at him with a wounded face, obediently sitting in his seat and fiddling with pen and ink, and suddenly did not know what to say.

"Good morning!", Jing Pei took the initiative to greet Qingluan when he saw Qingluan come in.

He smiled slightly, his eyes were no longer swollen, maybe because the wound at the corner of his mouth was a little deep and difficult to heal, Qingluan saw a faint red blood stain oozing from it, presumably he accidentally rubbed it in the morning.

Qingluan nodded and sat down next to him.

There was no one else, the school was quiet, and Qingluan also turned his head sideways to look at him quietly.

Maybe his gaze was too direct, although Jing Pei looked at the desktop with his eyes slightly lowered, he still felt it, and his face gradually reddened.

Qingluan looked at his slightly immature and delicate face, remembered Su Yu's words yesterday, and suddenly slapped the table.

"I'll cover you in the future!".

Her voice was very loud, and there was even an echo in the empty school, as if she was emphasizing it to Jing Pei.

Jing Pei was startled, looking at Qingluan a little helplessly and a little excitedly, with some moisture in his eyes.

He opened his lips slightly and wanted to say something, but he didn't know what came to mind, and he pursed his thin lips again and hung his head.

"Speak is everyone's right, you have to learn to use your right to express your truest thoughts!", she persuaded earnestly.

Qingluan suddenly felt like Jing Pei's mother, looking at her timid and shy son, and constantly encouraging him to break through himself.

Jing Pei raised his head slightly, trying to straighten his chest, but his eyes suddenly darkened, and suddenly, he went back again.

He bit through the already blood-soaked wounds, and blood flowed down the corners of his mouth, but he didn't feel any pain at all.

Because Qingluan's eyes are very scorching, he is not afraid of scorching, but he is afraid of disappointment, he is afraid of Qingluan's disappointment, and he is afraid of his own disappointment.

Qingluan sighed, patted him on the shoulder and said, "Bloodline, you can't choose, but how to live is your own decision, why do you want to forget how to live because of what you can't choose." ”。

Jing Pei raised his head suddenly, looked at him in surprise, and said timidly, "You...... How do you know?".

He was sure that no one in the school would tell Qingluan that he was a demon because each of them was waiting to see his and her jokes.

"It doesn't matter who told me, you just need to know that someone wants you to be doing well!", Qingluan said.

"How are you doing......," Jing Pei muttered.

He remembered that in the Demon Clan, he was also a high-spirited young man, who came to the Heavenly Realm with everyone's hope and entered the Lianggui Academy.

When did it start? When did those people start looking at him strangely, and when did they start taking pleasure in bullying him?

He smiled self-deprecatingly, maybe that was it in the first place! yes, everything had changed since the first time they noticed his strangeness.

But isn't it because of the blood? Isn't it because he can't choose?

Now, let him change what he can't choose, let him choose for himself, how to choose? What can she choose?

He actually has very low requirements, he just wants to stay quietly and do what he has to do.

Qingluan looked at his darkening eyes, and suddenly said: "When I was on the path of fate, there was a gray mist, and everyone else was radiant and bright, but I was bleak. Qingluan paused, then continued, "But I'm happy now, because I don't ask for anything, so everything I have is a surprise." ”。

Jing Pei's originally dark eyes seemed to be shining with a faint light, and under his seemingly calm expression, something in his chest wanted to erupt.

He jerked his head up, as if he had made the most important decision.

"You...... Would you like to be my friend?".

The voice is still like a mosquito, but it is not as timid as before, with a strong sense of anticipation.

"Will you hurt me?", Qingluan asked.

Jing Pei was stunned for a moment and shook his head.

"Then why not?", Qingluan smiled, she thought he was really cute.

Qingluan's smile is like the newborn sun outside the window, Jing Pei remembered that in the demon world before, he ran against the morning sun every day, and those faint morning lights sprinkled on his body with warmth, which was the taste of home.

He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and slowly exhaled.

This tone seemed to take away all the hesitation and hesitation in his heart.

He opened his eyes suddenly, looked at Qingluan with a straight face, and said, "I have a secret ......."

Qingluan looked at him quietly, she had always guessed that he might have something unspeakable, and she was very happy to see that he was willing to confide in her now.

But just then, something flew over.