I want to marry you. Two hundred years ago, Shen Qingxuan said.

Ji Jiu won't say anything, Ji Jiu only asks something in the conversation: Why didn't you come earlier, why didn't you take me away earlier.

Today, Liu Yan said: I want to marry you.

Yimo 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 destroy the dry and the rotten, and it came from the sky and the ground. Even though he knew what it was, Yimo lost the ability to dodge.

The red hijab covered him.

Liu Yan looked at the person who seemed to be a married woman, smiled slightly, and whispered 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 nibble to the extreme east. The mountains, forests, and civil engineering were all primitive, and they were never threatened by land reclamation and cultivation. Forest birds fly in the shade, chatting, and pecking wild fruits. The cunning beasts roam through the low bushes in search of prey. Day after day, year after year, a little snake was born under the thick layer of rotten leaves.

It is no different from other snakes. When it is hungry, it will go to the tree to devour bird eggs, and it will also use its sharp teeth to pierce the flesh and blood of its prey, corroding their minds with highly poisonous, and use it to feed their stomachs.

If there is no accident, it will not take many years, and its lifespan will turn into bones, and its flesh and blood will be used to nourish other creatures in the mountain.

Before its life was halfway through, the arrival of human beings made the trajectory of its life irreversibly reversed.

The sound of knives at the foot of the mountain means that many lives nourish the earth with blood, and the dead spirits gather into demons.

The birth of a new demon means a catastrophe for mankind, so two Taoists came to the forest. When the hibernation is over, it encounters a small snake that moves out of the hole with its stiff limbs.

With a little fairy wine, the snake becomes a demon. It does not need to inspire spiritual spirits, and it does not need to practice day and night. It is lucky to have a long life, and life has entered a new journey.

For more than a thousand years, he has cultivated in the mountains, and he has also traveled in the world. Because of his good skin, he has also had the opportunity to be intimate with charming and coquettish ghosts, or women in the world. The feeling of limb entanglement is no different from that of female snakes, kinked in one place, exposed to each other and connected by sexual mouthparts. have also heard all kinds of love words, affectionate, gentle and tactful. In the end, nothing was left in his ear.

He was originally a snake, icy cold, covered with hard scales, and even more indestructible with Dao Xing. Ordinary knives and guns can't hurt him, and flooding love words can't move him. It is also because of this temperament that he is favored by the Xianjia.

Ordinary beasts cultivate into demons, and they think about it, and in the end, they all cause trouble. Only 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 eat; when he became a demon queen, he had nothing to do.

Withered guarding the sunrise and moonset, watching the change of spring, summer, autumn and winter, without laughing or tearing.

No matter how beautiful the scenery is, he has seen all the beautiful people, and 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, the future and the present and the past overlap into one.

Life has become a long, black and white color that do not know when it will end.

Sleeping has become something he often does, and he doesn't even bother to accumulate merits. Other demons can become immortals after practicing meditation for thousands of years, but he has practiced for more than 1,600 years, and he is still a snake demon.

And that afternoon. In the afternoon when he once again ended his nearly 100-year slumber and basked in the sun, he met a hot tea and the person who poured his hot tea.

That man met a snake.

- I'll go back to the same destination with you, okay?

Before the first time, the man said.

He is a demon, the place of birth has turned into a vague silhouette in memory, and the return journey has also become an untouchable term in the time spent.

For many, many years, the people he has experienced dissipated in the dust, no one could live with him, no one could stand by his side, and no one could die with him.

In the end he was left alone.

On the other hand, the thin and frail person in a wheelchair said, "We all come back to the same destination.

Yimo stood quietly, the red hijab in front of him made the world a bright red.

Like flowing blood, it contains vigorous vitality, and it pours into his body with freshness and vitality, transforming it into a driving force for survival. There is a sourness in the heart, but the eyes are moist, as if the depleted life has been catalyzed, and the juice is abundant.

"Fool." Behind the hijab, Yimo's voice sounded, his indifferent tone concealed all his emotions, and asked him, "Why do you want to marry me?"

"I want to be with you." The fool Liu Yan stood in front of the hijab and answered him earnestly: "Shen Jue said that after worshipping heaven and earth and becoming a relative, we can be together and never separate again."

Not separated.

A fool has no talent to learn, can't dance, can't paint, can't recite poetry, can't even write his own name, even if he tried hard to teach. After teaching many times, there are only two words full of crooked words on the scroll paper: Yimo.

Two hundred years ago, this man said: We have reached the same destination through different paths.

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 black and white life had been plunged into a nail that could not be pulled out. That nail brought colorful colors and fixed these colors firmly in his world, which could never be separated from now on.

Yimo raised his hand, took off the red hijab on his head, and got the bride's things from somewhere, but at this time he didn't care about it. He took out two folded papers from his sleeves.

The paper was stained with the yellow of the time, and don't know how many years it has been hidden with me. No one has seen this paper, not even Liu Yan in these years. So when he saw him take it out, his eyes widened in curiosity.

Yimo carefully unfolded one of them, which was originally a picture scroll, which was incinerated to ashes, and then restored by his spell.

On the unfolded scroll, Liu Yan's first glance was: red. Vermilion magenta pomegranate red, crimson peach red crabapple red, carmine crimson purple red cinnabar red, the red petals flying all over the sky, layer upon layer, spread out in turn. Falling flowers are colorful and beautiful.

It is such a color scheme, don't know how much effort it takes, and how much effort is needed to paint the various petals that are spread out.

In the middle of the sea of ​​​​flowers, is the overlapping body of two men.

Not a single thread of cotton was huddled together, overlapping up and down, even if the person above was just a back, Liu Yan recognized Yimo at a glance. The man below, covered with peach blossoms, with branches and vines, big peach blossoms lingering on him, lying in the sea of ​​​​flowers as if integrated with the sea of ​​​​flowers, raised his head slightly, half-squinted his eyes, A raised leg hooked on Yimo's waist.

Liu Yan was shocked.

Yimo pointed to the inscription and said softly, "This is my hometown."

Saying that, Yimo opened another picture scroll, which was a lonely tomb. There is a stele in front of the tomb. There is no signature on the stele, and two white flags stand beside the tomb.

Yimo said in a low voice, "I made you two lives, and this is your hometown."

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 madly. Although he didn't understand much, he was also saddened in his heart. His eyes turned red instantly, and he stood dumbfounded, tears dripping from his eyes.

After a long time, Yimo looked up again and asked Liu Yan, "Even if your hometown is a lonely grave, will you still marry me? I'm a demon."

Hearing the sound, Liu Yan looked away from the painting, looked into his eyes, and choked up and asked, "I will marry you, will you marry me?"

Emer didn't speak.

Liu Yan cried and asked again: "I marry you, I want to marry you, will you marry?"

Yimo knew that Liu Yan would definitely say this because he was stupid and because he was the reincarnation of Shen Qingxuan. Although each reincarnation will be different, the difference is only the side of the soul, just like Ji Jiu asked, "It's good that Shen Qingxuan is not good, isn't it?" Not stupid, he is all he is. has never changed.

There will not be such a soul in this world. Even if he drinks Mengpo soup and crosses the Naihe Bridge, he loses all his memories, and after different lives, he will be the same in the end.

No matter how excessive you are, you will be easily forgiven; no matter how harsh you are, you will be rewarded handsomely.

This soul is unique.

Gentle and fierce, decisive and lingering, as sharp as a knife, and as flexible as seaweed.

There is no such soul in this world.

Although he knew he would say this, when he heard such an answer, Yimo still had a subtle feeling of redemption. He saw a small self on the other's wet eye mask. of nothing. Only myself, on that wet film. That layer of film seemed to cover his heart, and then a little bit of the gentle water was poured into his heart.

He's been alone for too long. Live dazedly and numbly, accept this soul dazedly and numbly, and unknowingly fall into it. After lost it, it was as if had been pricked by a needle. felt a different kind of feeling besides the numbness, like regret and pain.

However, only a small piece woke up, and more numbness was still searching and chasing, watching him die again, search again, and accompany him again.

In the process of searching, he also seemed to gradually wake up, gradually no longer numb, but hopeless.

I don't know when this pursuit will end, and when will no longer regret it.

It's different now.

Yimo leaned over, put her lips to Liu Yan's ear, and asked in a low voice, "Fool, have you missed me these days?"

Liu Yan was suddenly turned off the topic by him, and he pulled it back without understanding, and answered honestly, "I want to."

Unexpectedly, Yimo paused for a while, but said softly, "I miss you too."

His voice, like his body temperature, is always cool, with a thin coolness in the deepness, but it's hard to forget after hearing it once. He has always been aloof, passively accepting worship from others.

Never speak love.

This habit seems to be broken.

Or maybe, very early, two hundred years ago, there were cracks in the habit of sticking to it. Two hundred years of time allowed the cracks to gradually expand, like a cobweb covered his fortress. It only takes a little chance to make his fortress. , turned into powder.

There is also a childlike soul.

Liu Yan was stunned for a while, and after reacting, she burst into tears, crying like a water man, and threw herself on him, shaking and shouting: I miss you.

Yimo stretched his arms around him and repeated in a low voice, "I miss you too."

Crying Liu Yan was wronged, chaotically recounting what he missed, and kept saying: "Yimo, 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 howling stopped suddenly, his mouth opened wide, as if he didn't expect to hear these words, his face was overwhelmed.

There was a mess of crying on his face, and he looked so stupid with his mouth open. Yimo looked at him, but smiled slightly, and sighed: "I like you too..."

The impact was getting bigger and bigger, and Liu Yan's brain seemed to have recovered some of its sensitivity under the impact, and immediately grabbed the tail of the topic and said, "Then you marry me and we will get married."

Yimo stretched out his hand to wipe his tears, then cleaned up his snot for him, cleaned up his face, then smiled and said, "Okay."

"what?"

Emer said, "I will marry you."

When said this, don't know what thought, Yimo's smile went from shallow to deep, and he really laughed, a relieved but full smile.

He used to be handsome and unpretentious, but when he really laughed, Liu Yan was dumbfounded. stared at it stupidly, the love in eyes didn't know how to hide.

The fool became a complete fool in his smile, but Yimo restrained his smile and stroked his face: "Fool..." He seemed to be sighing, his eyes were thoughtful in his sigh, as if he was thinking What, for a long time, those emotions disappeared, Yimo's eyes returned to silence, but no longer indifferent.

"I'm going to do something." Yimo said lightly: "You wait for me at home, and we'll get married when you come back."

Then he kissed his face and disappeared again.