I want to marry you. Two hundred years ago, Shen Qingxuan said.
Ji Jiu doesn't know how to speak, Ji Jiu only asks in a conversational manner: Why didn't you come earlier, why didn't you take me away earlier.
Today, Liu Yan said: I want to marry you.
Yi Mo stood in a daze, and suddenly a flash of red flashed in front of his eyes, the bright red was like fresh blood, with the potential to overwhelm the dead, covering the sky and covering the earth. Even though he knew what it was, Yimo lost the ability to dodge.
A red hijab covered him.
Liu Yan looked at the person who looked like a married woman, smiled slightly, and murmured in a low voice through the red hijab, repeating and repeating: I want to marry you.
More than 1,900 years ago, human beings had not had time to spread and eat to the extreme east, and the mountains, forests, and buildings were all primitive, and they were never threatened by land reclamation and farming. Forest birds fly in the shade, chirping and pecking at wild fruits. The cunning beasts shuttled secretly in the low bushes, looking for prey. Day after day, year after year, a little snake was born under the thick layer of decayed leaves.
It is no different from other snakes. When hungry, it will go up the tree and devour the eggs of birds. It will also use its sharp teeth to pierce the flesh and blood of its prey, corroding their minds with poison to satisfy their hunger.
If there were no accidents, it would not take many years until it reached the end of its lifespan, and it would turn into bones, and its flesh and blood would be used to nourish other creatures in the mountain.
Before its life was halfway through, the arrival of human beings changed its life trajectory irrevocably.
The sound of swords and swords at the foot of the mountain means that many lives have nourished the earth with blood, and the dead wraiths have gathered to become demons.
The birth of a new demon means a catastrophe for mankind, so two Taoists came from the forest. I met a little snake whose hibernation ended and its stiff limbs came out of the hole.
With a little fairy wine, the snake turned into a demon. It doesn't need to enlighten the soul, and it doesn't need to practice day and night. It is lucky to have a long life, and its life will enter a new journey.
For more than a thousand years, he practiced in the mountains, and was also in the human world. Because of his good skin, he had the opportunity to be intimate with seductive ghosts or human women. The feeling of limb entanglement is no different from that of female snakes having sex. They are kinked in one place and exposed to each other to connect with their sexual mouthparts. I have also heard all kinds of love words, affectionate, gentle and tactful. In the end, nothing was left in his ears.
He was originally a snake, icy cold, covered with hard scales, and with Taoism, he was invulnerable to external forces. Ordinary knives and guns can't hurt him, and the flood of love words can't touch him. It is also because of such a temperament that the Xian family takes a fancy to it.
Ordinary beasts practiced to become monsters, and their hearts were full of thoughts, and in the end, they all caused trouble. But he didn't even want to become a demon, so he didn't even bother to provoke him.
When he was a snake, he still had the desire to satisfy his hunger; when he became a demon, he had nothing to do.
Watching the sunrise and moonset, watching the change of spring, summer, autumn and winter, without laughing or crying.
He has read all the beautiful scenery, he has seen all the beautiful people, he has heard many stories and legends, there is nothing new under the sun.
For him, this year is no different from the previous year and the next year, and the future, the present and the past overlap into one.
Life has become a long, black and white that does not know when it will end.
Sleeping has become something he often does, and he doesn't even bother to accumulate merits. Other monsters can become immortals after a thousand years of meditation, but he has been practicing for more than 1,600 years, and he is still a snake demon.
And that afternoon. In the afternoon when he ended his sleep of nearly a hundred years and turned into his original form to bask in the sun, he met a cup of hot tea and the person who poured the hot tea on him.
That person met a snake.
—I will go to the same destination with you by different routes, okay
Before having sex for the first time, the man said.
He is a demon, the place where he was born has been turned into a vague silhouette in his memory, and the way back has also become an untouchable noun in the wasted time.
For many, many years, all the people he experienced disappeared into the dust, no one could live with him, and no one could stand side by side with him, let alone die with him.
In the end he was left alone.
But the thin and frail man sitting in a wheelchair said: We all go to the same destination.
Yi Mo stood quietly, the red hijab in front of her eyes turned the world into bright red.
Like flowing blood, it contained vigorous vitality, which was poured into his body vigorously and transformed into the motivation for survival. There is a soreness in the heart, but the eyes are moist, as if the exhausted life is catalyzed, and the juice is abundant.
"Fool." Behind the hijab, Yi Mo's voice sounded, his indifferent tone concealed all emotions, and asked him, "Why did you marry me?"
"I want to be with you." The idiot Liu Yan stood in front of the hijab and answered him earnestly: "Shen Jue said, we will be together and never be separated again after worshiping heaven and earth and getting married."
-Not separated.
A fool has no talent to learn, can't dance, can't paint, can't recite poems, and can't even write his own name, even if he tries hard to teach. After teaching many times, there are only two crooked words on the scroll: Yi Mo.
Two hundred years ago, this person said: We all go to the same destination.
At that time, he didn't realize that this was the most beautiful love story he had ever heard in his long life. So when you hug each other, you will feel peaceful. When you enter him, you will feel at ease.
It was as if the life in black and white was driven into an inextricable nail. That nail brought out colorful colors and firmly fixed these colors in his world, which could not be separated from now on.
Yi Mo raised his hand and took off the red hijab on his head. He got the bride's stuff from somewhere, but he didn't care about it at this moment. He took out two folded papers from his sleeve.
The paper is stained with the yellow of time, and I don't know how many years it has been hidden with me. No one has seen this paper, not even Liu Yan has seen it in these years. So when he saw him take it out, he opened his eyes curiously.
Yi Mo carefully unfolded one of them. It was a scroll that had been incinerated into ashes and restored by him.
On the unfolded picture scroll, Liu Yan saw it at first glance: red. Vermilion magenta garnet red, crimson peach red begonia red, carmine crimson purple red cinnabar red, red petals flying all over the sky, layer upon layer and spread out in sequence. The fallen flowers are colorful and beautiful.
Just such a color scheme, I don't know how much effort it takes, and I don't know how much effort it takes to paint the various petals that spread out.
In the middle of the sea of flowers, there are two overlapping bodies of men.
Hugged together without a thread, overlapping up and down, even if the person above is just a back view, Liu Yan can recognize Yi Mo at a glance. The person below is covered with peach blossoms, with branches and vines, and big peach blossoms are lingering on his body. Lying in the sea of flowers, he seems to be integrated with the sea of flowers. He tilts his head slightly, half-closed his eyes, One raised leg hooked around Yi Mo's waist.
Liu Yan was shocked.
Yi Mo pointed to the inscription on the painting and said softly: "This is my hometown."
As he said that, Yi Mo unfolded another picture scroll, which was a lonely grave. There is a stele in front of the tomb, but there is no signature on the stele, and two white flags stand beside the tomb.
Yi Mo whispered: "But I let you take this as your hometown for two lifetimes."
As he said that, he lowered his eyes, and there seemed to be a flash of water in his eyes.
Liu Yan stared at the painting obsessively, although he didn't understand much, but he felt sad in his heart, he couldn't explain his unexplainable sadness, he was extremely sad. The sockets of his eyes were instantly red, and he stood there foolishly, with tears falling from his eyes.
After a long time, Yi Mo looked up again and asked Liu Yan: "Even if your hometown is a lonely grave, will you still marry me? I am a demon."
Liu Yan looked away from the painting when he heard the sound, looked into his eyes, and asked with a sob: "I will marry you, will you marry me?"
Emma didn't speak.
Liu Yan cried and asked again: "I marry you, I want to marry you, will you marry?"
Yi Mo knew that Liu Yan would definitely say that, because he was stupid, and because he was the reincarnation of Shen Qingxuan. Although every reincarnation will be different, but the difference is only the side of that soul, just like Ji Jiu asked, "Is it okay if Shen Qingxuan is not good?" Not stupid he is him. Never changed.
There will be no such soul in this world. Even if he drank Meng Po Tang and walked over the Naihe Bridge, lost all memories, and went through different lives, it will be the same to him in the end.
No matter how much you go too far, you will be easily forgiven; no matter how harsh you are, you will be rewarded generously.
This soul is unique.
Gentle and ruthless, decisive and lingering, as sharp as a blade and as flexible as seaweed.
There is no such soul in this world anymore.
Although he knew that he would say this, when hearing such an answer, Yi Mo still had a subtle sense of redemption. He saw a small self on the other party's moist eye mask. Nothing. Only myself, on that wet film. That layer of film seemed to cover his heart, and then poured the gentle water into his heart little by little.
He has gone too long alone. Living in a daze and numbness, accepting this soul in a daze and numbness, and sinking into it unconsciously. After losing it, it feels like being pricked by a needle, and there is a different feeling besides numbness, like regret and pain.
However, only a small piece is awakened, and more numbness is still searching and chasing, watching him die again, search again, and accompany him again.
In the process of searching, it seems to gradually wake up, gradually no longer numb, but hopeless.
I don't know when this pursuit will end, and when will I stop regretting.
It's different now.
Yi Mo leaned over, put his lips close to Liu Yan's ear, and asked in a low voice: "Fool, do you miss me these days?"
Liu Yan was suddenly changed from the topic by him, and pulled back without understanding, and answered honestly: "I think."
Unexpectedly, Immor paused, but said softly: "I miss you too."
His voice is as cold as his body temperature, and there is a coolness in his low voice, but once someone hears it once, he will never forget it again. He has always been aloof, passively accepting offerings from others.
Never talk about love.
This habit seems to be broken.
Or maybe, very early, two hundred years ago, there were already cracks in the habit of sticking to it, and the two hundred years have gradually expanded the cracks, covering his fortress like a spider web. It only takes a little chance, his fortress , turned into powder.
Among them is also a child-like soul.
Liu Yan was stunned for a moment, and after realizing it, she burst into tears, crying like a water man, throwing herself on him, shaking and shouting heartbreakingly: I miss you.
Yi Mo reached out and hugged him, and repeated in a low voice: "I miss you too."
Liu Yan, who was crying, felt aggrieved, and chaotically stated what she missed, while constantly saying: "Yi Mo, I like you, I like you, I like you."
After saying it many times, the person holding him finally responded: "I like you too."
Liu Yan's wailing stopped suddenly, her mouth was opened wide, as if she didn't expect to hear this sentence, her face was full of bewilderment.
His face was crying in a mess, his mouth was open and he looked so stupid, Yi Mo looked at him, but smiled slightly, and sighed: "I like you too..."
The shocks became bigger each time, and Liu Yan's brain seemed to recover some of its sensitivity under such shocks, and immediately grasped the tail of the topic, saying: "Then you marry me, and we will get married."
Yi Mo wiped his tears with his hand, cleaned up his snot for him, cleaned up his face, smiled, and said: "Okay."
"what?"
Yi Mo said, "I will marry you."
When saying this, I don't know what I thought of, Yi Mo's smile changed from shallow to deep, and she really laughed, a relieved and complete smile.
He was originally handsome, but when he really laughed, Liu Yan was dumbfounded. Looking at it stupidly, the love in his eyes doesn't know how to hide.
The idiot became a complete idiot in his smile, but Yi Mo suppressed his smile, stroked his face and said, "Idiot..." as if sighing, and his eyes were thoughtful in the sigh, as if thinking What, after a long time, those emotions disappeared, and Yi Mo's eyes regained their silence, but they were no longer indifferent.
"I'm going to do some errands." Yi Mo said lightly: "You wait for me at home, and we will get married when we come back."
As he spoke, he kissed his face and disappeared again.