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In a trance, Xie Bian called out to Brother Fan and called Fan Wujiu back from his memory.

"Brother Fan." In the living room, Xie Bian raised his pale and beautiful face, and looked straight at him with ink-stained eyes, "You think I was a martyr."

"I am actually a martyr."

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Add a piece of folk mythology. In the future, the plots involving the original myths and legends will be marked with reference content. I will perform artistic processing and secondary creation of the story based on various legends and materials, please distinguish the content of this article from myths and legends. The reference materials listed are only to show that this plot is not my original, and the story is based on the author of this article.

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【References】

Black and white are impermanent. According to legend, they were both from Fujian during their lifetimes, and the two became brothers and sisters since childhood. One day, the two of them walked together, went to Beijing to take the exam, and walked under a small bridge, the sky suddenly changed, the clouds were dense, the thunder was bursting, and a heavy rain was about to fall. Go back and get your umbrella. Unexpectedly, after Bai Ye went home to pick up the umbrella, the rain poured and the river swelled sharply. Hei Ye didn't want to miss his appointment and kept waiting under the bridge, but unfortunately Hei Ye was short, and the river rose higher and higher. In the end, Hei Ye drowned and died. away from the agreed place. Master Bai returned with an umbrella, and saw that Master Hei sacrificed his life to keep his faith. He was very sad, so he wanted to follow Master Hei and jump into the river to commit suicide, but Master Bai was tall and thin, and the river could not drown him. Hanged himself from a tree. When Hei Ye died, he resented Bai Ye to meet him in the future, so later his face was black, so he became "Hei Ye", and Bai Ye hanged himself, so his tongue grew out later.

Chapter 8 Fake Play

You thought I was a martyr for righteousness back then, but I was actually a martyr for love.

Fan Wujiao can understand every word of this sentence, but the meaning of the combination makes him incomprehensible. Sentences got into the ears, but the brain couldn't digest them.

Martyrdom, love?

What's the meaning?

Is that what he thought?

...he didn't even dare to think about it.

Fan Wujiu calmed down and nodded solemnly: "On the day we swoop in, we vowed not to be born in the same year, the same month, and the same day, but to die in the same year, the same month, and the same day. You sacrificed for brotherhood, I know."

Xie Bian tilted his head and looked at him very seriously with a pair of bright eyes.

After a long time, he shook his head gently: "No, you don't know."

"You piece of wood, you don't even know that I have been pleased with you for thousands of years."

Fan Wujiu's pupils trembled and his heart trembled.

No, why did Lao Bai steal his lines?

Wasn't he the one who had a crush on him for a thousand years?

...This is a dream, it must be a dream.

Only in a dream can Xie Bian be able to give him a response.

This time the dream was too real. Fan Wujiu couldn't help thinking, he was about to indulge in it, and he didn't want to wake up in this life.

Xie Bi'an stepped off the sofa and stepped on the floor with bare feet. His long hair poured down to his waist like a waterfall, like a fairy from the Moon Palace.

He slowly walked towards Fan Wujiu, put one hand on Fan Wujiu's shoulder, and looked at Fan Wujiu with Qinghui's flowing eyes.

Fan Wujiu's shoulder seemed to be scalded, and he couldn't escape, so he was forced to look at Xie Bian. He saw the almost uncontrollable emotion in Xie Bian's eyes, which shocked him. He moved his gaze down as if evading, the goal was to kiss his lips just now, the color was rosy, and he opened and closed when he spoke.

"Will the brothers look at you like this?" Xie Bian looked at him affectionately.

"Will I kiss you like just now?" The hand on his shoulder moved all the way down.

"Will I have a bad opinion of you?" The hand gradually moved to the position below the waist.

The air in the room gradually became anxious, and the atmosphere became hot and ambiguous.

Fan Wujiu's breathing suddenly became heavy, his eyes darkened, and he grabbed Xie Bi'an's wrist, condensing the atmosphere that was about to get out of control.

Xie Bian lowered his eyes, looked at the hand that was caught by Fan Wujiu, and saw the desire to be awakened under Fan Wujiu.

He raised his eyebrows slightly and asked in surprise, "Brother Fan, I haven't touched it yet, how come you have a reaction?"

Fan Wujiu's face was extremely red, and there was a feeling of being dismantled, exposing the embarrassment in broad daylight.

People don't, at least shouldn't, react to their brothers.

This only shows that Fan Wujiu did not regard Xie Bian as a brother.

"...Old Bai." Fan Wujiu's voice became hoarse, "don't torture me." He couldn't take it anymore.

"Don't make fun of me like that." He would take it seriously.

Xie Bian looked at him, his voice was as calm as ever, but everything was different: "I never joke."

"Can't you see that I like you?" Xie Bian asked in confusion, "Even if you can't see it, I've said it straight, why don't you believe it?"

Fan Wujiu swallowed his saliva, his dull brain working slowly.

This is not a matter of saying nothing.

If you have a crush on you for thousands of years, is it still the kind of sweetheart who is taciturn and quiet and pure, and thought it would be impossible in this life, suddenly one day he hits a straight ball with you and says that he likes you, and he also loves you for thousands of years. Big pie hit?

Fan Wujiu never believed in the good thing about pie falling from the sky, he just thought it was a dream of Huang Liang.

He let go of Xie Bi'an's hand and muttered to himself, as if trying to convince himself: "It's either you are not awake tonight or I am not awake. You can never be wrong, it must be that I am not awake, go back to sleep, wake up It's alright...yes, sleep."

Fan Wujiu seemed to have found the correct answer, turned around and walked to his room.

Xie Bian stood there, staring at his back quietly, without making a sound to stop him. He watched Fan Wujiu walk into the bedroom and closed the door. He was the only one left in the living room again, looking lonely.

Xie Bi'an's expression remained unchanged, and he followed calmly.

in the bedroom.

He said he was going to go back to the house to sleep, but Fan Wujiu was lying on the head of the bed, unable to fall asleep at all.

The taste of that kiss still seemed to remain on his lips, and Xie Bian's sudden confession was repeated over and over in his mind.