The stars are vast, sprinkling a lifetime of clear light; The bright moon is shining, and the lonely shadow is dark.

On such a night, Hu Yan didn't want to be affectionate with anyone, he just wanted to be alone, walk to the Bai family step by step, and measure the efforts between the two with his footsteps. Or, she wants to know how far the so-called human and ghost paths are. After crossing the Nai He Bridge and drinking Meng Po soup, will you really forget the love and hate obsession of the past? Scold...... It must be that you don't love enough, just find an excuse to forget.

Many people want to live a new life, longing for what time will happen to them. In fact, in Hu Yan's opinion, it is the most hypocritical! In this life, people live by heart. A good chess piece can be killed to pieces, and a bad hand may not be able to be completed. In this life, although there is a trajectory of fate, it also depends on the nature of the heart. Many people say that if you live again, what should you do? Scold...... How can a person who cannot live and understand in one life have the courage to think that he will live a nourishing life in the next life?

Over the years, what Hu Yan has seen most clearly is that no matter what kind of person he is, he has a super ability, and that is - deceiving himself.

Hu Yan didn't want to lie to himself that Bai Ziqi was not only alive, but also hiding in a corner of the Bai family, secretly watching him. Therefore, she was going to rip him out. Not to prove anything, but because the heart longs for pain.

If the relationship between two people is simple and not complicated, there may be no promise of life and death, but there must be a kind of plain tenderness like water, which is expected.

If I go to you, you will wait there, how good.

The gloomy Bai family, the branches of the trees are dancing and scratching, like a demon crawling out of hell. However, behind the shadows of the trees in the courtyard, there was a window, but it was a little dim, as if it was the meager hope in life.

Hu Yan stood at the top of the wall, looking at the dimness, his heartbeat suddenly accelerated after the sudden arrest, he just wanted to run but stopped, breathing slowly, like a dexterous cat jumping off the wall, slowing down and slowing down, for fear that there would be that little hope.

She stood in front of the window, peering through the paper, at the flickering candle flame, and did not push the door in as she had done last time.

"Knock...... "The sound of the wooden pestle in the room was like a hammer striking a man's heart. Strangely, instead of hurting, it was full of joy and excitement.

A figure, with that very slow thump, was projected on the window paper.

Hu Yan stretched out his hand and stroked the shadow, his eyes gradually moistened. She whispered, "Ziqi...... "Ziqi, is that you?

The so-called cowardice of the hometown, the distance between the feelings and the wisdom, Hu Yan felt the deepest at this moment.

The figure moved away from the window, which made Hu Yan panic, and he just wanted to break through the window, but heard the sound of the door opening.

There was a creak, as if the gates of hell were opened. Whether you live forever or fall into hell is only a matter of one foot and one thought.

With the light on his back, there stood a man.

He stood quietly on crutches.

He was bareheaded, with a whole silver mask on his face, revealing only a pair of eyes and two nostrils. He was dressed in a plain brown linen suit, with only thighs in one trouser and empty calves below the knee.

An indescribable feeling welled up in Hu Yan's heart. If you have to describe it, it can be said to be a mixture of joy and sorrow. The feeling of heartache was incomprehensible, and instantly welled up in the eyes, making the tears slide down quietly; The joy that bloomed from the depths of her soul welled up in her limbs and raised the corners of her lips. She just looked at him like that, her lips trembled, and called his name: "Ziqi...... ”

Ziqi......

Bai Ziqi ......

Hu Yan stretched out his hand, wanting to hug him. She wants to thank God for the only time she was attached to her and brought her relatives back.

However, the lame man shook his head.

Why shake your head?

Don't want to recognize her?

Hu Yan came up with many ways to force him to admit it in an instant, but in the end, they all turned into a sigh and swallowed it in his stomach. As long as Ziqi is back, as long as he is still by his side, everything does not matter.

The man stretched out his scarred quilt and stroked his silver mask.

Hu Yan suddenly had a bad premonition.

If it's really Ziqi back, why...... So? Do you want her to see his disfigured face, or is there some other terrible fact waiting for her?

At this moment, Hu Yan was afraid. Although she has been obsessed with it for more than 100 years, she is just a woman after all. For love, I can't see through it, and I don't want to see through it. All she wants is a consummation.

It's a pity that the heavens don't fulfill people's wishes.

Hu Yan suddenly made a move, pressed the lame man's hand, stared at his eyes, and refused to let go.

The lame man was not impatient, but looked at her with those slightly sympathetic eyes.

This kind of gaze made her ...... Frightened.

What compassion is there? How could she need compassion?!

Hu Yan let go of his hand and asked, "What do you want to show me?" ”

The lame man removed his silver mask, revealing his unrecognizable face.

Hu Yan was already mentally prepared, but his heart was still painful. His sons...... A cousin of the unparalleled beauty!

The scars on the man's face were staggered, the burns were large, and although the bare head was intact, one face was completely ruined.

Hu Yan stretched out his hand, wanting to touch his wound.

The man stopped Hu Yan, drove his crutches, and turned around and walked into the house.

He came to the table, knelt down on one leg, dipped his fingers in the glass of water, and began to write on the table.

Hu Yan hurriedly followed, lowering his eyes and taking a closer look.

The man wrote: I am the master of Ziqi, who specializes in the art of organs.

Hu Yan didn't believe it. This person's body shape and posture are not very similar to Ziqi, but at least they are like nine points. After experiencing such a serious explosion, the body will naturally change somewhat.

The man seemed to know what Hu Yan was thinking, and wrote: When the relatives die, mourn and don't read it.

Hu Yan was suddenly angry! She patted a few times, knelt down opposite the man, and said, "If you are not a relative, why are you here?" Sneaky afraid to meet people?! ”

The man pointed to his face and wrote, "How can you see people?"

Hu Yan's heart trembled, although the pain was unbearable, he forced himself to calm down and carefully observe the man in front of him. His face was completely ruined, but if this person was really a relative, the wounds on his face must be new, and they would not take on such an old color. Moreover, with such a serious injury, it would take ordinary people a few months to think about it. In this way, she can recover quickly. But Bai Ziqi, it's not her. If you use those sneaky sorcery, the wound will be black and look terrifying. But that's not the case.

Looking at this person's eyes, although they are similar to their relatives, their expressions are not the same. The coldness in the eyes of Ziqi stems from the indifference of the soul. And this person, although he is also cold, has a trace of amazement.

Hu Yan grabbed the man's hand and kneaded it a few times.

The man didn't dodge, let Hu Yan knead.

Although Hu Yan doesn't know how to touch bones, she knows Bai Ziqi's feel.

As a result, I couldn't figure it out at all.

The hands were no longer slender and white, but covered with scars. All the flawless beauty is covered up by scars.

Hu Yan raised his hand and gently touched the scar on the man's face with his fingertips. Deep and shallow, potholes, I don't know what I have experienced.

Hu Yan's heart was like a knife, and he struggled: "I have never heard that Ziqi has a master. ”

The man lowered his eyes, dipped his fingers in the water, and wrote a few more times: Origin and extinction, I am a faction, and I must set up my own door when I leave the teacher.

Hu Yan had the intention to test the man, so he drew a mechanism on the table with his hand and asked, "Please solve the doubts, master." ”

The man went down with one stroke, but he went straight to the point.

Hu Yan's heart was half cold. This question seems simple, but Bai Ziqi drew questions in the book. Obviously, Bai Ziqi did not understand the solution to this problem.

The man dipped his finger back in the water and wrote, "Go back." Don't come again. ”

Hu Yan withdrew his hand, shook his head, and said, "Come back tomorrow." ”

The man frowned slightly, put on a mask, looked at Hu Yan, and tapped a few words with his fingers to express what he meant. ”

Hu Yan thumped his chest with his fist and said, "Only the pain here, and the past between him and his relatives will be clearly remembered." It hurts, but it's safe. ”

The man shook his head, held a few hands on his hand, and stood up on crutches.

Hu Yan didn't give up, looked up at the man, and said, "Can you let me see your legs?" ”

The man thought for a moment, then nodded.

Hu Yan grabbed the man's empty trouser leg with a trembling hand, looked at the flesh that had been opened, and the thighs with more hair, finally closed his eyes and put down his trouser legs.

It's not a relative.

How can it not be a relative?!

Why not a relative?!!

The disappointment in Hu Yan's heart was like a boulder, sinking all the way into the depths of the sea, not setting off huge waves, but stirring the sea unpeaceful. In fact, Hu Yan was already furious. All her expectations, all her desires, turned into a bubble in the mouth of the little fish, melted into the sea, and disappeared.

How can you accept it?!

Hu Yan clenched his fists to keep his fingers from trembling. A strong heart allows her to stabilize her emotions. This person is not a relative, so it doesn't matter. Her relatives are somewhere, and they will be waiting for her. If he had been on earth, she would have found him; If he goes to the Naho Bridge, she will go to him after all.

The man walked out of the room on crutches. The crutches hit the ground with a thumping sound and struck directly on the heart.

Hu Yan took a deep breath, stood up slowly, walked past the man step by step, jumped lightly, went up the wall, looked at the person with lowered eyes, and said after a while: "Since you are the master of the relatives, let's stay here." I'll see you another day. "She thinks of herself as the mistress of this house, and there is no sense of disobedience.

The man didn't respond to Hu Yan, but just stood quietly, looking at the shadows of the trees, as if watching a shadow puppet show.

Hu Yanjue was a little sad, but he couldn't say why. This person is not Bai Ziqi, where does her sadness come from?

Hu Yan turned to leave, leaving behind an unspeakable sigh.

When the man saw that Hu Yan was gone, he returned to the house, sighed lightly, and said, "She's gone." The man's voice was hoarse and unpleasant, and it was clear that his throat had been badly injured, but he was able to speak.

But no one answered him.