Sick Beauty [Rebirth]

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That is the peaceful years he cherishes so much.

If he can, he wants to sit there and listen to the piano, it doesn't hurt to listen to it for a lifetime.

A breeze blowing on the face, bringing intoxicating fragrance of flowers.

Can't teach people to wake up, but teach people to become more...degraded in the sweet fragrance.

The sound of the piano lingered in my ears.

The fragrance changed slowly and slowly.

He? It seems to smell the fragrance of apricot blossoms.

Light, slightly sweet, if there is something like nothing.

He? Opened his eyes.

The entrance is a wooden beam roof.

He closed his eyes.

A few pieces of apricot flowers floated in from the window and fell on his neck.

very light. Very soft.

He got up from the hard wooden bed and looked around in confusion.

The warm sunlight came in from outside the window, and everything in the house had a familiar strangeness.

Wooden tables and wooden stools, kitchen countertops, and bamboo baskets in the corners contain a basket of dried apricot blossoms, and tools such as hatchets and shovel. In the back is the bed where he slept.

The wooden tables and benches are finely spread with brocade cloth, and the things on the stovetop are also neatly arranged.

The bed was soft, showing a warm smell after the sun, mixed with a hint of apricot blossoms.

This is clearly a mortal residence.

But it looks quite warm.

He got off the bed and walked two steps, and found some discomfort.

He? Before... it doesn't seem to be this high?

But, he? Who was... before?

He? shook his head.

With a squeak, he staggered open the door of the room.

The outside is a courtyard filled with warm sunshine.

There is a pile of dry wood that has not been cut by the wall, and there are wooden racks for drying clothes on the open space, and there are dried clothes floating in the wind on it.

And in the corner, there is a very tall apricot tree, with dense shade covering a corner of the courtyard.

The shadow of the tree swayed.

Someone was lying on a wicker chair under the tree.

He? Suddenly held his breath.

From his perspective, he can only see the man wearing a plain white gown, his dark black hair like a waterfall, and his fingertips hanging beside the wicker chair as pale as snow.

The man sank in the mottled shadow of the tree, like a dream among floating lights.

As if a ghost was obsessed with his heart, he couldn't help but walked over.

The footsteps were very light, lest he would wake the man up.

Before approaching, he was taken aback.

He saw a silver mask covering the man's face and couldn't see it clearly. The man's neck was long and slender, but there were black burning scars winding on it, destroying the original whiteness and flawlessness.

But even so.

He? His heart still stunned.

I wanted to reach out to touch it, but slowly withdrew it.

He squatted beside that person, as if as long as he looked at this person, his heart was filled with a strange softness.

I don't know how long it took before I saw the man's fingertips trembling slightly, and he slowly woke up.

Subconsciously, he whispered.

"...Xianlong."

The man's dark eyes looked at him from behind the mask.

Like lustrous and translucent jade, it should have a bit of mistiness from when you just woke up.

Countless mottled lights and shadows were immersed in the person's eyes, but they were all looking at him when they turned into gentleness that flows silently.

"Why stay by my side again?" The man said softly.

He can't take this man's hand any more naturally.

The hand was pale and soft, and even though the sun was warm, it still showed the cold that was hard to fade.

He? Holding that hand, a little stubbornly trying to keep him warm, he smiled low, and said, "Because I like to see you."

Through the mask, he? Can't see the man's expression.

But keenly aware that a light red appeared on the tip of the person's ears.

It's just a little bit red, but he can see him? His heart is shaking, and his blood is surging.

Obviously, I have been with this person for so many years, but at this moment, he is still excited like a teenager.

With a thought, he put one knee on the wicker chair, leaned over and gently hugged the person's body.

"Your body? It's so cold, Xianchang."

He? Leaning on the man's shoulder and whispering, he sniffed the cold and gentle fragrance.

The man's thin and flexible body was under him. He felt his head dizzy as if he was about to explode, and couldn't help but ask, "I want you to be warmer, okay?"

The man looked at him quietly like a jade shining black eye, and then, that soft hand touched his head, gently rubbed it, and said in a low voice.

"good."

The joy and softness in his heart exploded like fireworks, and he wanted to lean in for a deep kiss, but suddenly felt that he was falling.

The wind rang in my ears.

He opened his eyes and saw the sky full of... statues of gods and Buddhas.

The expressions of those statues were merciful, smiling, or angered, and they were all sorts of things.

But because there are too many, it appears very strange.

The feeling of falling stopped.

He realized that he seemed to have reached a dark and unknown place.

There is no wind and no light.

Every time you take a step, the sound of footsteps will reverberate tremendously, trembling through the darkness.

He? looked towards the dome.

There is a glimmer of light far away.

But the distance is far, far away.

This is where?

His eyesight is enough to see everything in the dark.

This seems to be the bottom of a stupa.

There are countless statues of gods and Buddhas engraved on the wall of the tower, but the bottom layer is also engraved with statues, but what is carved is completely different from the above, hideous ghosts, and blazing flames.

The karmic fires of **** burned countless evil spirits, their expressions of fear and panic, hideous and evil, as if condensing all the ugliness in the world.

On the wall of the tower, a very narrow spiral staircase winds up to the distant light above.

And at the bottom of the stairs, there was a person sitting there.

If it weren't for him? He really saw it, he would never notice that there were actually people in this dark place.

How do you describe the person sitting by the stairs?

Approximately, like a pile of bones scattered there, there is no vitality, and even breathing is inaudible.

His footsteps were so obvious, but the person still seemed to be ignorant.

He thought for a while, and used the remaining spiritual power in his body to ignite the flames.

This time, the person finally reacted.

The person's eyes seemed to have not seen the light for a long time, still looking at him like moths fighting a fire.

Even though tears were provoked by the fire, the tears continued to flow in the person's dark and hollow eyes.

The man had a dark and ugly face burned by the fire.

It is more hideous than the evil spirit engraved on the wall.

That person quietly looked at the fire and him?.

It is difficult for him to describe the look in the opponent's eyes, but he feels that the other party may regard him as an illusory and rare dream.

…That’s why I didn’t blink like this, and looked at him quietly? Look.

Nevertheless, the man still spoke.

His voice was dry and hoarse that he hadn't spoken for a long time, like a broken xylophone. It doesn't sound good.

The man said softly.

"Your Excellency, you are here."