"Students" Conspiracy

Jing Che thought she was finally dead.

But fate always played tricks on her, pushing her to the brink of death again and again, and going around was another attempt.

In the chaos of life and death, she had already forgotten what she did and what she heard before she fell down. The only thing she remembered was a pair of pupils that were as black as splashed ink watching her, with the usual vicissitudes and calmness. color.

There was also a sound of "Ache" lingering in my mind, like a sugar-coated nightmare.For her, everything in the past is painful in retrospect. She just wants to remember that he held the corner of his mouth and called her with a smile in different gestures. Every sound was like a different dream. time.

She wanted to escape too much, that deep voice and that sad look were everywhere, she drew a prison, and enclosed herself in it.

Finally, exhausted by repeated pain, she woke up.

There was the expected darkness in his vision, and the tightness of the bedding let Jing Che know that this was not a dream.If it was a dream, then she would not continue to stay in the ghost village, but would go to Yuntan Peak a thousand years later, to re-look at the sea of ​​white horse bones and flowers that lingers in her dreams.Everyone has something in her memory that keeps her alive. For her, it may be the white horse bone that clears people's hearts, or it may just be the years when flowers bloomed and the people who have passed through those years.

The first time she saw Yexiu's plain face, she knew that she didn't need to say anything, so she smiled weakly with the corners of her mouth pulled up.

It was rare for Yexiu to respond to her with a smile, and then cut to the chase and said, "The poison of the Red Sea Gu has been cured on your body."

Jing Che's eyelids twitched, never thought that this poison that haunted her for so long, tormenting her day and night, said to have no cure, would be gone if it was gone.

Yexiu went on to explain: "He found the sea worm for you in Yanggu, and brought the refining furnace into the divine domain where time and space are compressed to refine the antidote. Eighteen days were shrunk to several hours, so the refining was extremely fast. "

As he spoke, he took a cushion to help Jing Che raise him up.She had just detoxified from the poison, and she was still suffering from a high fever at the moment, her face was so pale that it was almost transparent, her lips were so dry that there was no color in it, and her eyes were particularly dark and deep because of her thin face.

Jing Che naturally knew who the "he" Yexiu was talking about, she was at a loss for the first moment, she didn't understand when he was so kind enough to go to such great lengths to save her.Then she quickly remembered, there was a hot feeling in her memory, the man's body temperature, like a prairie fire burning in her body.In the slightly dewy morning light, his eyes were still covered with cloth, he hugged her tightly from behind, and asked in a low voice, "Who are you?"

Without her proof, he called her by name.

She closed her eyes, with a sad smile on the corners of her lips: "Others cut the bones to return the father, and cut the flesh to return the mother, so what about me...how should I pay back?"

Yexiu didn't answer, but at this moment a person came in through the door, holding the medicine bowl steadily in his hand, and said in a flat tone, "You don't need to pay it back."

He walked over, his face against the light was blurred, as if looking back at him through the chaotic years, he was getting closer and closer, while the distance between them was getting farther and farther quietly.

Yexiu wisely got up and left the house. When he was close to her, Baili Fengjian nodded slightly and gave a very faint smile. When he looked at Jing Che, he changed his expression, and just sat down on the side of her bed and took the medicine. The bowl was placed in front of her.

She turned her head away and her eyes fell on the delicate pattern of the quilt.

"Drink it." Except for the indifference like an order, I couldn't hear anything else.

Jing Che lowered his eyes and lay back on the bedding tiredly, still not saying a word.

Baili Fengjian's actions were blank for a while, she thought he was leaving.As always, he came and went as he pleased, without compromise.However, this time, he did not follow her, but suddenly lifted her quilt, and lifted her up from the bed, his movements were not gentle but did not hurt her at all.

He forced her to lean on his shoulder, squeezed her mouth with one hand, brought the medicine bowl to her lips with the other, and poured medicine into her mouth.

Jing Che pursed his lips firmly, staring at him stubbornly.He was close at hand, his eyes were facing each other, he was aggressive, and she wouldn't give an inch.In this kind of seesaw, half of the medicine was poured in, and the other half dripped out along the side of her face.

"Cough...cough..." Jing Che was choked up, his chest couldn't stop heaving violently, and his pale face turned a sickly scarlet.

Baili Fengjian put down the medicine bowl, picked up the handkerchief and wiped the remaining juice on her face, his face with downcast eyes and brows was exceptionally deep and handsome.If it was in the past, she was afraid that she would fall again.But now it's different, Jing Che felt ashamed under his gaze, because those were the years in red, she played too much for revenge, and there were too many moments of misfire between them.

...This kind of warmth, on the contrary, seems to be a kind of irony.

Jing Che raised his arm, pushed his hand away weakly and fiercely, parted his lips slightly, and forced out a complete sentence word by word: "Please let me go."

"I've let you go once," he still firmly wrapped his arms around her shoulders, supporting her body with his chest, suppressing the ups and downs in his deep voice, "If it wasn't for my acquiescence eight years ago, I would have repaired you." It's impossible to let you go so easily, and I didn't expect that you would go so resolutely."

She trembled in his arms, and said in a calm tone, "I never thought that I would be in red eight years later."

Baili Fengjian continued to meticulously wipe off the remnants on her face without saying a word.The word "red clothes" is like a soft string in his heart, whether it is lightly squeezed or re-plucked, it can bring tremors.He was afraid that she would bring up the incident of that night, as well as his past behaviors, ambiguous or cruel... They all hurt the enemy ten thousand and self-damage eight thousand.

But Jing Che wanted to poke him in pain, and the corner of his mouth curled into a slight sneer: "Do you regret it? You must still remember how you fed the Red Sea Gu to me back then."

His hands paused, and there seemed to be a wry smile on his lowered face.How can he not regret it?After she fell, he finally tasted that passing feeling again in the long years, as if it was an indispensable part of his body, and after it was lost and recovered, it was about to be taken away again.

He almost died in the mud of Yiyang Valley looking for sea worms. It was his own fault, and he still had to bear the consequences.Fortunately, he was not late this time, and she was still alive, sitting here with confidence and mocking him.

"You go to rest." Baili Fengjian didn't want to say any more, got up and put her back, picked up the quilt for her and prepared to leave.

"Why are you still the same as you were back then? You like to make decisions for me so much, decide my death, decide my life... You really haven't changed at all. You are self-righteous and selfish."

Baili Fengjian was walking towards the door, his figure paused slightly.He turned his face sideways, and there seemed to be tears in the corners of his clear eyes, maybe it was just that there was too much wind outside when he opened the door.

"What should I do to completely draw a line with you." Her voice came from behind.

He heard her getting up from the bed and staggering to the ground, and finally turned his back to her indifferently.

After reciting three thousand volumes of scriptures, one sentence of Caoxi died.

"Do you still have to pay for your life? Ah Che? Or Hongyi?"

He gave a low laugh, closed the door, and left without looking back.