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As the sky gradually darkened, Ah Liu burned a few large buckets of water, and smoked the house.

With a half-missing silver moon on the horizon, Lu Zhui lay on the edge of the bathtub, closing his eyes and listening carefully to the sound of the wind whistling through the window. From far and near, from fuzzy to clear, all the way blowing off the gravel on the edge of the cliff, tearing the air of the winter night, rolling up the withered grass stalks, pouring into the hospital, and whimpering to the other side of the mountain.

So I remembered those days in the tomb of Mingyue.

There is no sound of wind, no rain, no sunshine, and I can’t see every time the moon is clear and clear, and I don’t know how the stars rise and fall. The tomb is always dark, silent, and cold. After blocking the Ye Mingzhu, you can plunge into the dark night forever.

Everything is so lifeless, except for the one I like. Even in the most difficult moment, as long as he can hold his hand, he feels that one day, all the suffering in front of him will end, and then the two will find a village again and start a new life-there can be a place in the sun The house does not need to be very large, it is full of scholarly and ink fragrance, and it is full of orchids of various colors. It is best to have a pool of koi carp and a pot of tea.

This is not greedy, God shouldn't be too embarrassed. Lu Zhui's eyelashes trembled slightly, wet mist hung over his head, and the corners of his mouth were raised, as if he was thinking about superb things.

Suddenly, there were quiet footsteps outside.

Lu Chai opened his eyes.

"Who!" Ah Liu is very alert, he has been sitting in the courtyard guarding. Every time before the medicated bath, Lu Zhui had to take the medicine to disperse his body's internal strength, so that outsiders could not be disturbed.

Xiao Lan said: "Me."

"It's you." A Liu breathed a sigh of relief, and then sat back on the stone bench, "How come you suddenly overcame the wall in a decent way, and treat it as a thief from somewhere."

"What about your father?" Xiao Lan asked.

"In the house, taking a bath." A Liudao, "have you seen the people from Mingyue Tomb?"

"Yeah." Xiao Lan nodded and walked up the steps to push the door.

"Hey!" Ah Liu hurriedly stopped him, and said to his heart what was going on with this person, saying that my dad would go inside while he was bathing.

Xiao Lan said, "Can't I go in?"

Of course you can't go in. Ah Liu repeated it again: "My father is bathing and he is not wearing clothes." Do you understand?

Xiao Lan was choked. He wanted to say that everyone was a man, so how about taking a bath. But the words hadn't been spoken yet, but they remembered those charming and fragrant dreams, and those dark, misty eyes.

A Liudao: "Hey, are you okay?"

Xiao Lan recovered: "It's okay."

"Why don't you come and sit with me first?" Ah Liu said, "By the way, how is Aunt Gui's end?"

Xiao Lan was staggered and pulled down the steps, then looked back again. The dim candlelight was passing through the window paper, warming the room light, like a soft cotton wool, gently wrapping the people in the house, beautiful and quiet, dangling.

Lu Chai lay on the edge of the barrel lazily, with a gleam in his eyes, listening to the chat between the two in the courtyard, his voice was deliberately lowered, as if he was afraid that he would be disturbed.

"So many people are here?" Ah Liu was surprised.

Xiao Lan nodded: "Adding up and down, there are forty or fifty disciples. This is just what I saw in the clear."

"The New Year is not coming." A Liu muttered, and remembered that the New Year was really about to come, so he continued to ask, "Is it for the Red Lotus Flower?"

"Perhaps there are other purposes, but my aunt refused to say it." Xiao Lan said.

"Kill my dad?" Ah Liu asked with his lips.

Xiao Lan frowned slightly, did not speak, but did not deny it.

Knowing that A Liu slapped her thigh in anger, Madam Tao was really right, she was an old witch, Qiu Peng, who was strangely yin and yang outside the city, would be stronger than her.

A Liu approached his ear and asked in a voice that was almost inaudible: "Then what do you think?"

Xiao Lan said, "I won't hurt him."

Ah Liu hurriedly covered his mouth, can your voice be quieter, let my father hear you.

Lu Zhui opened the door with a "creak". He had just finished bathing, his hair was half-dip on his shoulders, and he was just casually wrapped in a clean white gown. The whole person was exuding a warm atmosphere-except for the winding scars on his face, he was fumigated by hot water, and it seemed to be more red and glaring. Up.

A Liu quickly stood up and wanted to help him back to the room, but Xiao Lan had already stepped into the room first, and closed the door with his backhand.

...

Ah Liu thought and circled in the courtyard with his hands behind his back.

The situation is not great.

Because no matter how he looks at it, he seems to be robbing himself of his father.

"I'm not afraid of catching a cold." Xiao Lan helped him sit on the side of the bed, "How is the injury?"

Lu Zhui said, "It's still bleeding."

You also know that it is still bleeding. Xiao Lan couldn't laugh or cry. Fortunately, there was a medicine box on the mountain, so she re-wrapped his shoulders and applied a thin layer of ointment to his face: "Does it hurt?"

Lu Zhui said, "Itchy, what is this?"

Xiao Lan said, "I brought it from my aunt."

"Aunt Gui wants to kill me, you dare to give me the medicine from Mingyue Tomb." Although Lu Chai said in his mouth, he didn't dodge, sitting pretty okay.

"Don't worry, I still have this sense of measure." Xiao Lan said, "Okay."

Lu asked: "How is it?"

"My aunt is determined to get the red lotus cup," Xiao Lan said, "Other than that, her goal should be my mother."

"What about me?" Lu asked.

Xiao Lan knocked on his head: "What do you think?"

Lu Zhui was silent for a while, then asked, "What about you?"

Xiao Lan said, "I won't let anyone hurt you."

Lu asked: "Why?"

Xiao Lan said, "Why can this be?"

Lu Chai moved into the bed, "What did Aunt Gui tell you? About me."

Xiao Lan said, "Do you really want to hear it?"

Lu Chai nodded.

Xiao Lan said, "But I don't want to say."

Lu Chai was puzzled and looked at him without speaking.

"I didn't want to hide it from you." Xiao Lan said, "Auntie wants to kill you. This is a matter on the table. There is nothing to deny. It's just that I won't believe what she said today, and you don't have to listen. It's only annoying."

Lu Zhui said: "Here, you said this yourself, you won't believe it."

Xiao Lan nodded.

Lu Zhui asked again: "Then do you want to go back?"

"Naturally want to go back, I will leave tomorrow morning." Xiao Lan said, "There are too many things undecided, and there is still a mess under the mountain. How can I stay here to hide. But as long as I have time, I will visit you. "

Lu Chai pursed his lips: "Also."

"Would you like to sleep?" Xiao Lan wiped his damp hair dry for him, "it's late."

Lu Zhui moved inside, vacating half of the bed for him: "Waiting for you."

Xiao Lan wanted to say that there was no one on the mountain, but he could actually live in Lao Li's room, but seeing the other person's eyes jump with joy, he also laughed: "Yeah."

A Liu sat in the courtyard and watched Xiao Lan hit the cold water from the well, as if to take a shower in the empty room.

So he said kindly: "Why don't I heat it up for you?"

"No need, thank you." Xiao Lan shook his head, untied his belt and threw it aside.

A Liu's mouth twitched, and he went back to sleep wrapped in his jacket, muttering as he walked, whether it was cold or not.

Xiao Lanzai carefully washed his body twice before returning to the bedroom.

For some reason, he just didn’t want Lu Zhui to feel the breath of Mingyue’s tomb. The lifeless, slow and depressive atmosphere seemed to belong to two completely different worlds from the warm and happy person on the bed at this moment. .

Lu Chai leaned against the bed, yawning.

Xiao Lan got into the quilt with a trace of cold air. Seeing him instinctively hide in, she stretched out her hand mischievously and poked the opponent's waist with her cold index finger.

"Hey!" Lu Zhui wanted to get out of the way, but he was pushed back into the bed.

"What's the trouble?" Xiao Lan said, "I saw someone recovering from injuries like you, running around for fear of getting better too soon?"

Lu Zhui said, "Yeah."

Xiao Lan was speechless to tuck the quilt for him.

Lu Chai looked at him sideways: "Can I ask you something."

"What?" Xiao Lan propped his head with one hand.

Lu Zhui said: "Actually, during the time you went down the mountain, I kept thinking that Aunt Gui would say a lot about me. I don't know whether it is true or not, but it is definitely not a good thing."

Xiao Lan said, "Yes."

"So I thought you wouldn't come back so soon." Lu Chai said, "At least after you come back, you will be prepared for me."

Xiao Lan said, "I said, no."

"The reason?" Lu pursued, "Why not?"

"What kind of you are, what the future is like, it doesn't count as anyone who says it." Xiao Lan said, "The more auntie wants you to die, the more I feel that the forgotten past must be very important. It is equally important to you or to me."

Lu Chau smiled: "Yeah."

Xiao Lan stretched out her hand and gently covered his eyes: "Promise me one thing."

"What?" Lu asked.

"Don't go down the mountain." Xiao Lan said, "Also, besides your cronies, don't trust anyone except me."

Lu Zhui hesitated, if he kept going down the mountain, besides A Liu and him, the only people he could contact were Lao Li and...Ms. Tao.

Xiao Lan said: "Understood?"

Lu Chai nodded.

A few gusts of cold wind came in through the cracks in the window, causing the curtains to sway slightly. Lu Zhui sneezed. Just about to raise the bedding, Xiao Lan turned sideways and hugged him into his arms—not forgetting to avoid carefully. The wound is as gentle as it was many years ago.

Lu Chai was stiff, even a little at a loss.

"I have had many dreams." Xiao Lan whispered in his ear, "Have you ever dreamed of me?"

Lu Zhui did not answer.

After a long time, he said: "I regret it."

"What do you regret?" Xiao Lan loosened a little.

Lu Zhui said: "I regretted that I just agreed to you, not asking what happened under the mountain."

Xiao Lan smiled: "It's too late to regret."

"Then it doesn't matter," Lu Zhui said, "I'm going to say nothing for a while."

Xiao Lan sighed inwardly.

"So you can tell me honestly, what has happened since the time from the downhill to the present?" Lu Chai sat up, "otherwise, what happened after he came back..."

"How about after coming back?" Xiao Lan asked.

Lu Chai frowned: "After returning, you seem to have completely changed."