There's No Witch I Can't Wash

Xue Wencheng opened his eyes wide, looking at Yan Zhiqiu who was nestled in Lin Ye's arms in embarrassment, but after all, he didn't make much resistance.

The name of this promising junior sister Yan, Xue Wencheng heard very well. Before he set off, his master had told him that he wanted to establish a good relationship with this junior sister Yan as much as possible.

But Xue Wencheng, who was completely a nerd, didn't care at all. The first time he came to this cemetery was not to meet the other party, but to copy names in a corner.

"I'm really sorry, Junior Sister Yan. I didn't know that you and Senior Lin had such a relationship. I accidentally offended you by making rude remarks."

"It's okay, it's just an unintentional mistake, so what exactly did Senior Brother Xue say?"

Looking at Xue Wencheng who kept apologizing in front of her, Yan Zhiqiu was even more puzzled and curious.What happened between the two of them made Xue Wencheng suddenly respect Senior Lin so much.

"Junior Sister Yan will understand after reading it."

With a mysterious expression on his face, Xue Wencheng took out the booklet from his arms and handed it to the other party.

Book of Yin and Yang, this kind of Confucianism's most precious Yan Zhiqiu will naturally recognize it.It is matched with the Spring and Autumn Pen, and only the Spring and Autumn Pen can write words on the Yin-Yang book.

Xue Wencheng has always kept his pen and notebook with him, but it is a little strange not to see him holding a spring and autumn pen today.

Opening the book of yin and yang, the blood-stained page also appeared in front of Yan Zhiqiu, and at the same time, the poem mourning the deceased wife also appeared in front of the girl.

"This word..."

As Yan Zhiqiu muttered as he brushed past the pathetic handwriting and traces like blood, he suddenly burst into tears as he watched.

Boom... The senior who wrote this word is so pitiful.

Chapter 53 This script is wrong

So, I just copied a passage, as for the reactions of each one so big.

Amused and distressed, Lin Ye stretched out his hand to wipe away the tears from the corners of Yan Zhiqiu's eyes.

"Okay, okay, there's nothing to cry about, it's just a poem."

"But...but it's really sad and touching. The senior who wrote the lyrics even vomited such a big mouthful of blood at the end of writing, he must be extremely sad."

Lin Ye felt even more embarrassed when Yan Zhiqiu said this as he stroked the blood-stained thing on the booklet with his fingertips.

This word is written by myself, as for the blood, it should be sprayed by that weird brush, it has nothing to do with me.

And to be reasonable, can the sprayed out of the brush be regarded as blood? It is obviously red ink, right?

Lin Ye was thinking about how to explain it, and Xue Wencheng who was on the side spoke.

"This poem was written by Senior Lin. I thought Senior Lin wrote it to commemorate his deceased wife, but who knows...cough cough cough."

Seeing that Lin Ye had the tendency and urge to hit him again, Xue Wencheng coughed and changed his words.

"That... I misunderstood, Senior Lin and Junior Sister Yan, I apologize to the two of you once again, and wish the two couples a happy marriage for a hundred years!"

Assuming you can speak.

Glancing at this guy, Lin Ye nodded slightly with a satisfied expression on his face, but Yan Zhiqiu who was in his arms was a little confused for a while.

No...how is it so good that I and Senior Lin became husband and wife? !

Although it is true that such a relationship is true, but they have not formally married, how can they be called husband and wife in front of outsiders.

Yan Zhiqiu seemed to want to explain something, but was pulled back by Lin Ye again.

There is nothing to explain, the two of them are in the relationship that the other party said.

Noticing the domineering look in the man's eyes, Yan Zhiqiu, who was aware of the other's thoughts, couldn't help but groaned, but obediently bowed his head and didn't say any more rebuttal words.

She looked at the booklet in her hand again, savoring the poem carefully, and then realized something was wrong.

That's right... This poem was written by Senior Lin, but he never lost his wife, so how could he write such a bitter poem in memory of his deceased wife? !

Or, did Senior Lin once have a deeply loved woman in his heart, but she has already passed away?

It must be like this, right? People who have not experienced this kind of experience will never be able to write such touching works.

Thinking so silently in her heart, Yan Zhiqiu looked at Lin Ye more and more tenderly, she couldn't help stretching out a hand to gently stroke the side of the man's face, as if she wanted to soothe the sadness in the man's heart.

I always feel like I've been misunderstood...

Seeing Yan Zhiqiu staring at him with a confused expression, Lin Ye was a little bit dumbfounded, so could he be a wrong example of Wen Chaogong?

Why did I write such a poem just now? Perhaps... it is because of the opening sentence of "ten years of life and death".

Ten years, it has indeed been ten years since I came to this world.

I also didn't think about explaining something, because in a sense, this song Jiang Chengzi did represent some thoughts in my heart, but the person I missed was not simply the dead wife.

Under Xue Wencheng's eager eyes, Yan Zhiqiu returned the booklet in his hand to him again.

Although she was a little reluctant, but after Lin Ye whispered in her ear, and when she had time to help her write more poems, the girl made up her mind to return the booklet to him.

"Where's Sister Xinnuo?"

The three of them walked up to the monks who were chanting sutras together, but they didn't see Lin Xinnuo, Yan Zhiqiu seemed a little strange to speak.

"Don't worry, it's not time for her to appear."

Lin Ye smiled slightly and looked towards the entrance of the cemetery.

Soon, the rebirth mantra came to an end, and as the last verse was read, the great monks sitting on the ground opened their eyes one by one, revealing pairs of blood-red pupils.