This kiss was hot and crazy under the cold heavy rain, slowly, and a little long and long.
In the beginning, it was violent, like a madness that will never change. The lips and tongues are intertwined, and the back of the head is tightly embraced. It seems that the desire and darkness that have been hidden for a long time burst out. It seems to have a little bit of revenge for gnashing of teeth, but behind the gnashing of teeth, there seems to be a gentle pity.
Xia Ge felt that she could no longer breathe. The wind and rain were shaky. Under the bleak cold rain, she was like a small boat, enduring a stormy demand. She opened her eyes and her head was a little confused. I don't know what happened, but suddenly... it became like this.
She just... just didn't want to let her go.
Why, why did it become like this
She didn't know whether this was right or wrong, and she couldn't read her own heart.
But she knows.
She didn't want to lose... this person.
- Xia Wuyin, who has been living in a state of indifference, doesn't want to lose this person.
She has always, always, always lived for others.
For Doudou, for Ye Ze, for Chu Yi, for everyone I met on this inexplicable road, for every word they said to her, live.
Wandering, take Ghost Dragon Jade, save Ye Ze, take Tianmu Grass.
But she... doesn't want that anymore.
She wants to be selfish now.
She knows that some people have nothing to do with love, nothing to do with others, just miss it and disappear. She couldn't figure out whether she liked it or not, but she knew clearly that Xia Ge didn't want to lose this person.
Xia Ge felt that she was out of breath, she didn't know what to do, she was dumbfounded.
The kiss slowly became pitiful.
Gu Peijiu's voice was vaguely hoarse, "Breathe."
Xia Ge: "...Oh."
The dazed brain slowly regained consciousness, and at the moment when his consciousness recovered—
Thus, it is not right.
Xia Ge tugged at the corner of Senior Sister's clothes, her pupils slowly tightened—
No, it can't be like this, it can't be like this.
You can't be so selfish.
This is not acceptable, this is unfair, and it is not fair at all to Senior Sister.
Do you know what love is
Do you know how to respond to a girl's love
Do you know how to love a girl
you do not know any think.
You don't know anything at all, you're just lonely, you just crave a person's tenderness, you just feel that she is kind to you, so you have to be kind to her.
But do you love her? Are you willing to take the initiative to kiss her? Can you love her like she loves you? Touch her like a lover, love her
- You don't know how to love her.
But you know, you understand, you understand, as long as you reach out, she will hold you, she will respond to you, without hesitation, without reservation.
But... will you hold her hand all the time
Do you know? Can you
Xia Wuyin, who doesn't know where the ending will end, Xia Xiaozhang, who bears the responsibility, and Xia Ge, who bears the name of the puppet master, have the ability to love someone? Or, can you protect her
… no, none at all.
You can do it, from start to finish, only.
She is good to you, you are good to her.
So, why are you selfish like this? Does she love you
Stormy.
Gu Peijiu could clearly feel the stiffness of the person in his arms.
In the end she was too impatient.
The people in my arms carry too much and get too little.
I dare not love in every possible way, and I cannot ask for anything. In the end, after the thousand sails were exhausted, they could only look down on everything and play the world, so that they could laugh so innocently.
She paused, sighed softly, and hugged him tightly in her arms.
The cold rain made it even more hot.
Somewhat scorching hot.
But very warm.
In the corner, a silver butterfly quietly fell from the branch, and then turned into pieces of dust and disappeared in the pouring rain, like a withered maple leaf in autumn, no one cared.
Xia Ge didn't know what to say. After a long time, she felt that she should say something—no, she had to say something.
In life, there are many, many hardships that one cannot ask for, and because what is not can be endured, Xia Ge has many, many things that he cannot ask for.
Just can't beg hard.
She was reluctant to let this person ask for it.
she asked lowly.
"... What is Senior Sister doing here?"
Soft and plain white hands lightly stroked her wet hair, and slowly stroked it down, one hand was wet, Gu Peijiu said in a low voice.
"It's raining."
so.
"… come and see you."
The sound of wind and rain, the rustling of leaves, the piercing thunder, and thousands of voices in the world, only her voice can sound so gentle.
… what to do, say something, say sorry? Or that she can't...or just giggling over and pretending nothing happened
How can I not hurt this person
How can I be more gentle
Why did she rush out, why did she hold senior sister, why? Obviously can't do anything, obviously can't give anything, why be so impulsive
Why
Xia Ge's voice was slightly hoarse, "I..."
Gu Peijiu's eyes dimmed, and she covered her lips, her long eyelashes like butterfly wings, "Evil Spirit Mountain was born."
Xia Ge slightly opened his eyes.
"… I will go."
"Wait for me to come back." Gu Peijiu's voice was soft, "Give me the answer again."
==
Sword Peak, on the stone cliff.
The rain was heavy, it was cold, it was cold.
The girl hugged her knees and sat quietly on the most prominent part of the stone cliff. A pair of dark and hollow eyes stared at the cold abyss. The cold rain drenched her hair, and her soaked clothes were tightly attached to her body. Thin legs and a slender body.
what is love
Chu Yi put her hands on her chest, her white hands slowly exerted force, and the clothes were soaked and the folds were pulled out. She showed her clothes and tightly grasped the right corner of the dragon jade that she was wearing, her phalanges were blue and white. The right corner is embedded in the palm of the hand—
Can't breathe anymore.
So sad.
Chu Yi's face gradually paled.
Everything Yindie saw was like a deadly poison, pouring into her heart, leaving no room for it.
… So sad.
So uncomfortable, so uncomfortable, so uncomfortable, so uncomfortable—
Why, why... It's obviously my own, why, why did it become like this
It hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts more than when her mother ruined her eyes, it hurts more than when her daughter-in-law became a prostitute, and it hurts more than when she knows that her brother doesn't want her.
These, she accepts, she bears.
But, why - my brother doesn't want her, but likes someone else
It was so uncomfortable, so painful, she was about to die, what she was suffering was about to die—the rain was so cold and so cold, who would save her, who would save her? !
The only answer to her was the falling rain.
Cold, relentless rain.
So cold.
"...Brother, I'm cold." Chu Yi curled up on the cliff and muttered, "I'm... cold."
She stared at the gray sky, her empty eyes starless and moonless, and the shape of dragon horns in her palms.
In a trance, I went back to a long, long time ago.
At that time, my brother took back the ghost dragon jade, and while looking for Ye Ze, he avoided the people in the evil ghost camp with her.
They hid in a family's woodshed.
The firewood room was also cold, but not as cold as this.
"Cold?"
The boy's voice was low, "Let me be here."
Little Butterfly said in a thin voice, "I'm cold, so will my brother."
The young man coaxed her with a slight smile, "Little Butterfly will not be cold if she leans over. If one person is cold, it may be very cold, but if both of them are cold, they will not be cold together."
The two snuggled together, curled up in the corner, the brother's embrace was not cold at all, very warm, very warm.
But that night, maybe she was too tired, she dreamed a lot of things she didn't want to dream - at that time, a sharp dagger was aimed at her eyes, and then slashed -
"what-"
Suddenly woke up.
She seemed to be held in her arms, and her body was warm.
Just a cold heart.
"What's wrong?" The boy's voice was not sleepy at all, but he was very gentle when he asked her, and Chu Yi realized that he didn't rest.
"I..." Chu Yi grabbed the corner of the boy's clothes, thinking about the knife for a while, "I dreamed of a ghost."
Xia Ge touched her head to comfort her: "It must be a very scary ghost, but don't be afraid, my brother is here."
"I'm not afraid of ghosts." Chu Yi said this with a firm voice, but at that time, she didn't realize that her hand was holding the corner of the boy's clothes, her fingers were pale, "I killed the ghost with a knife."
No one will hurt her anymore.
No one can hurt her.
"Little liar." The boy's voice was dyed with a slight smile, "Why are you shouting if you are not afraid of ghosts?"
The little girl's face turned red, "I didn't shout, I... I'm not afraid!"
"Oh, I don't have it, I don't have it at all." The boy's voice was teasing, "I'm not afraid of anything, I'm the most powerful little butterfly~"
The little girl released her hand and silently took out the knife. The Meteor Dagger's blade was shiny, reflecting starlight.
Xia Ge: "..." You are losing.
"I'm not afraid of ghosts." Little Butterfly held the knife, her voice firm, "I will become more powerful. When I stand in front of you, no one can hurt you."
Just like no one can hurt her.
"So." Xia Ge stared at the tip of the knife less than three inches away from his chest, his voice a little helpless, "Before that, you have to learn to point the knife at the enemy."
"But someone taught me." Little Butterfly's voice was tender, and the hand holding the handle of the knife trembled slightly, "The handle of the knife should always be held in your own hands."
Xia Ge: "… "
- OK.
"You're not afraid of ghosts, the super powerful Miss Butterfly, can you let me play with your knife handle for a while?"
Little Butterfly hesitated for a while, then handed the knife to Xia Ge: "Yes."
Xia Ge teased her: "Don't you want to hold the handle of the knife in your hand forever?"
"But I'm afraid." Little Butterfly said in a small voice, "... I'm afraid it will hurt you."
Little Butterfly gently grabbed the corner of her clothes, "I have always been... alone."
"When you are alone, the handle of the knife must be in your own hands..."
But now, someone told her that if one person is cold, it will be very cold, and if two people are cold, they will not be cold together.
She slowly put her head on Xia Ge's chest and hugged her tightly, "...Teach me what two people are like."
"Obviously... the hilt of the knife is in your own hands, you can't go wrong."
"But why when you're here, I'm... so scared."
She was afraid that the knife in her hand would hurt her brother, and she didn't know what to do.
Xia Ge was stunned for a moment, the meteor dagger was held in his hand, especially the residual warmth of a girl.
For a long time, the little girl didn't have an answer from the boy. She pressed against the boy's chest and felt warm and at ease listening to the beating of her heartbeat.
It doesn't matter if the brother never answers her.
Because she thought about it.
Yes…
"Crack."
The sound of the sharp dagger passing through something was very crisp, almost instantly, the little girl's hair stood up immediately, and the whole person became vigilant!