Blame The Villain For Being Too Beautiful

Song Xuyi listened to the noise next door, and the village seemed to have sent people out to look for Zhao Qingyu. Song Xuyi called the police to seek rescue, but the extremely bad weather seemed to cut off the communication, and Song Xuyi's phone calls could not be made at all.

The rain outside was still "crashing" and pattering against the window lattice, Song Xuyi covered his head with the quilt, but couldn't fall asleep anyway.

With the sudden drop in temperature and such heavy rain and hail, no matter how scheming Zhao Qingyu is, she may not be able to contend with natural disasters...

"System, how did you recognize Zhao Qingyu as a villain the first time you saw her?"

Song Xuyi thought about it, and finally couldn't help asking the system in his mind.

"I can detect the location of the key characters in the plot within fifty meters." The system was silent for a while, and then said softly: "Xu Yi, do you want to find her?"

Song Xuyi didn't speak.

The system sighed: "Actually speaking, you don't have a deep friendship. Even if she had an accident this time, it has nothing to do with you, and you don't need to carry any guilt. Besides, as long as she doesn't exist, your The task is likely to be completed..."

Song Xuyi knew that what the system said was not wrong.

However, for some reason, the appearance of Zhao Qingyu running with her in the morning kept appearing in front of her eyes. Song Xuyi recalled in a daze: Zhao Qingyu seemed to go out in only a skirt this morning.

"System, if I want to find Zhao Qingyu, will you help me?"

Song Xuyi finally lifted the quilt and got up to put on his clothes.

She really wants to complete the task and live well, but Song Xuyi has her own principles: she has systematic help, and can find the missing Zhao Qingyu faster when she loses contact with the outside world...

Song Xuyi couldn't stay in the house with peace of mind.

Even if it was just a stranger who had never met before, Song Xuyi felt that he would go to save him.

"...The system is the assistant of the tasker, and the first rule is not to violate the idea of ​​the tasker." After a while, the system reluctantly said: "You have to be careful yourself."

"Thank you, System."

Song Xuyi felt relieved, hurriedly packed some things, left a note explaining his whereabouts, and sneaked downstairs in the dark.

The two bodyguards helped carry a lot of supplies during the day. After seeing Song Xuyi going upstairs, they fell asleep and rested. There were still several families downstairs waiting for the old man to see a doctor. No one noticed that Song Xuyi had quietly left the house.

It was still very cold at night, Song Xuyi shivered as soon as he went out.

She first went to Shuanzi's house next door. At this time, the village chief was still summoning people to look for Zhao Qingyu. The director and investor were repeating their experiences during the day. According to what they said, Zhao Qingyu and the director and investor had originally inspected the location of the film and television city. He returned to the village before the bad weather came, but after entering the village, Zhao Qingyu went into the field to pick flowers and the crowd dispersed. The rest of the people thought that Zhao Qingyu had come back long ago, and it was not until night that they found that Zhao Qingyu had not returned.

However, the first group of people looking for someone had already gone to that wilderness, and there was no one in the wilderness long ago.

"I'm not afraid to tell everyone now." The director seemed more anxious than anyone else: "Qingyu also invested in the construction of the film and television city and is our largest shareholder. For the sake of everyone's future, I hope everyone can do their best to find her..."

Zhao Qingyu also invested in this film and television city?

After hearing the news he wanted to hear, Song Xuyi didn't linger any longer, and found a corner to shelter from the rain, quickly changed into a raincoat and rain boots, turned on the flashlight and walked into the night.

The night was dark, and the rain seemed to be a little less, but the temperature did not rise. The cold wind blew the rain and kept blowing on the face. The fingers holding the flashlight suddenly became extremely frozen, and hailstones the size of marbles fell from time to time. On the head, since Song Xuyi entered this body, it was the first time he suffered such a great pain.

"She gave me the New Year's money..." Song Xuyi could only try his best to recall the good things Zhao Qingyu had done to him, and persuade himself to move on: "Actually, she's not so bad now..."

The field was at the entrance of the village, and Song Xuyi soon arrived beside it.

The wild flowers in the field have been beaten to pieces by the rain, and the field has been searched many times by everyone. At this time, there are still some scattered flashlights looking for people in the field. Zhao Qingyu is not there, where can she go?

Song Xuyi looked at his phone, it was already past eleven o'clock in the evening...

She looked at the date on the lit phone screen thoughtfully, shaking her head.

The date shows that this day is July 15th, a traditional ghost festival. It is rumored that on this day, the gates of ghosts are opened, and ghosts will return to the world to visit their relatives, and people will prepare flowers and tributes to visit graves in cemeteries to remember .

When Song Xuyi went out in the morning, he saw many people picking flowers in the field and wanted to visit the grave...

The cemeteries of the entire village are concentrated on a mountain outside the village, and there is a distance to walk there.

Will Zhao Qingyu go to the cemetery to find her?

Lightning flashed across the sky, and the surroundings were pitch black, only a little flashlight illuminated the front, and farther away, there were shadows of trees and raging winds...

Song Xuyi sneezed, gritted his teeth, and finally stepped into the endless night.

Song Xuyi had already learned anatomy and was not afraid of corpses, but what made things worse was that the rain seemed to be a little heavier halfway, and his vision was extremely poor in the night. The rain mixed with the mud and rushed down the mountain road, making it extremely difficult for Song Xuyi to walk , was accidentally washed down by mud and rocks...

"Why don't we go back first!" Looking at Song Xuyi who got up from the mud, the system couldn't help but say: "The rain is getting heavier and heavier, and you are in danger if you do this, maybe Zhao Qingyu has..."

"It's all here."

Song Xuyi wiped the water off his face, gritted his teeth and continued walking: "I always want peace of mind..."

However, the sky failed as people wished, and the mountain torrent ahead was getting bigger and bigger, blocking the way up, and going up would definitely be dangerous, Song Xuyi had to deviate from the main road and find another way to go down, and he didn't know where he went, the system in his mind Finally exclaimed: "I sensed it! There is a cave on the left, and Zhao Qingyu is inside—"

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Song Xuyi breathed a sigh of relief.

She walked to the entrance of the cave with difficulty. The cave is not big, and it can only accommodate four or five people. The advantage is that it is on the sheltered side, and the ground is dry, which can avoid rain.

Song Xuyi saw Zhao Qingyu beside the fire at a glance:

Zhao Qingyu's condition was not good, her whole body was wet, her face was blue from the cold, she curled up beside the fire with her arms folded, like a female ghost just fished out of the river...

It was the first time for Song Xuyi to see Zhao Qingyu in such a state of embarrassment, and he probably felt happy in his heart. Even though he knew that his current situation was not much better, Song Xuyi still couldn't help laughing.

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Zhao Qingyu noticed the movement at the entrance of the cave, and looked up.

Seeing that Zhao Qingyu's sanity was still clear, Song Xuyi was also relieved. She thought of the bad habit of this person who teased her before, and also remembered that it was because of this person that she had suffered so much along the way, so she shone a flashlight on her face with bad intentions—

Zhao Qingyu turned her head to avoid it, and Song Xuyi heard Zhao Qingyu's somewhat restrained voice: "Song Xuyi, don't make trouble..."

Zhao Qingyu's voice was hoarse, as if she had a cold.

Song Xuyi didn't expect Zhao Qingyu to recognize her so quickly. Thinking of this person's volatile personality, she didn't dare to torment her anymore, and sat on the rock next to Zhao Qingyu.

There are candles, paper money and a bouquet of half-withered flowers on the ground...

Zhao Qingyu really came to visit the grave.

Song Xuyi withdrew her gaze and put down her backpack. Her waterproof bag was of good quality, and the contents inside were not wet at all after falling all the way. Song Xuyi handed the bag to Zhao Qingyu: "You drink water and take medicine first. Hail, we probably won't be able to go now..."

"There are clothes in it, and some commonly used medicines and food. You can see what can be used..."

After speaking, Song Xuyi shuddered: I didn't feel it when I was walking outside, but now I realize that the temperature is too cold. Song Xuyi unconsciously leaned towards the fire again.

Beside the fire, Zhao Qingyu lowered his head, but did not move.

The orange fire light cast a shadow over her whole body, Zhao Qingyu lost her polite smile for the first time.

As if sensing Song Xuyi's gaze, Zhao Qingyu raised her head to meet Song Xuyi's gaze. Her eyes were dark, with an emotion Song Xuyi couldn't see clearly in her eyes, and her voice was dry and hoarse: "Why did you come?"

Such Zhao Qingyu is a bit strange.

Song Xuyi pursed his lips, met Zhao Qingyu's gaze, and was speechless for a moment.

She actually had an excuse in mind, after all, a fan would naturally not witness the disappearance of an idol, but Song Xuyi somehow felt that Zhao Qingyu didn't want such an answer.

Song Xuyi's hands were twisted together unconsciously, and he turned his head away: "I don't want to see you die."

This was Song Xuyi's original intention: "Whether the missing person is you or not, I will come out to help."

After a few seconds of silence, Zhao Qingyu seemed to chuckle, and finally stopped talking.

There was a rustling sound from behind, and the firelight cast a swaying shadow in front of him. Song Xuyi accidentally saw the fit and graceful curves on the wall. He was dumbfounded for a moment, and quickly closed his eyes. After not going, Song Xuyi's face turned red again unknowingly...

Song Xuyi tried his best to ignore the movement behind him, listening to the sound of wind and rain outside, Song Xuyi felt the heat on his face spread to his whole body little by little, the place where he broke before was burning hot, and his mind began to become dizzy...

There was a stabbing pain from the sharp elbow, Song Xuyi opened his heavy eyelids, only to realize that Zhao Qingyu had already changed his clothes: the down jacket was too big, the hem dragged on the ground, it seemed more than enough to hold two Zhao Qingyus.

Only then did Song Xuyi remember that he seemed to have taken the largest male money in a hurry.

——At this time, Zhao Qingyu was half-kneeling in front of her with her lips tightly pursed, her pretty brows were tightly frowned, and she carefully wiped the wound on her finger with iodine little by little.

"A little injury..." Song Xuyi's drowsiness disappeared in an instant, and she subconsciously wanted to withdraw her hand, but Zhao Qingyu patted her gently: "Don't make trouble!"

Song Xuyi didn't dare to move anymore. She closed her eyes and let Zhao Qingyu apply the medicine. However, after closing her eyes, her senses became more sensitive, and every place Zhao Qingyu touched was densely warm.

Zhao Qingyu carefully sterilized every wound on Song Xuyi's hand, and finally wiped it on a certain part of his wrist several times in a row. birthmark…"

Zhao Qingyu finally put down the iodine.

Song Xuyi heaved a sigh of relief. It was really strange for Zhao Qingyu to be so upright. She felt a little inexplicably uncomfortable, and was about to tell Zhao Qingyu that the two of them would take turns on duty tonight, when Zhao Qingyu's eyes fell on her down jacket that was wet by the rain up, pursing his lips.

Song Xuyi didn't know if it was his own illusion, Zhao Qingyu's porcelain-white face seemed to be blushing, but before Song Xuyi took a closer look, Zhao Qingyu in front of him had already said in a deep voice:

"Song Xuyi, take off your wet clothes."

? !

Song Xuyi's eyes widened...

The author has something to say:

Don't think crookedly, if you want crookedly, go face the wall~

Hmph~╭(╯^╰)╮