Yinchuan is leaning on his left hand and leaning on the desk with his right hand. He is resting with his eyes closed. His long eyelashes cast a shadow on his eyelids. The edge of the window is blown by the evening breeze, the paper rustles, and the soft light in the room colors his white hair. With a layer of orange shadow, he was like a perfect statue, and even the air around him solidified for him.

The door was gently pushed open, and the small friction sound of the folding pages made Yinchuan open his eyes. He looked at the door, his eyelashes trembled slightly, and his voice was soft, with a hint of reproach: "Why are you here again? ?”

The man at the door walked out of the shadows. He had Yunxi's face, but from the expression on his eyebrows to the emotion in his eyes, it was not Yunxi at all, but the ancient great witch ancestor who lived in Yunxi's body - Di Jiang. He He walked to the piano table and looked directly at Yinchuan: "Why can't I come."

Yinchuan lowered his head. There was a dull pain in his eyes, but he was unwilling to share it with others: "Dijiang, I said, don't see me like Yunxi again."

"You said that I would listen to you?" Di Jiang's voice had obvious ups and downs, "It's always like this between you and me. I take a step forward and you take a step back, so I have to keep taking many steps forward. , so that I can barely walk with you. Now that I don’t even have my own body, and you don’t let me see you as a cloud, what do you want me to do to see you?”

Yinchuan clenched his fists under his sleeves: "Dijiang, you are not Yunxi, and Yunxi is not you. How do you want me to face you?"

Di Jiang squatted in front of Yinchuan and stared into his eyes quietly: "Don't we look exactly the same? He is asleep now, so I came out to see you. I can promise you not to seize his body. When he's awake, he's himself, so when he's asleep, can't I come out?"

Yinchuan looked up at him: "You use his body to see me at night. What do you want from me? Even if you look exactly the same, after all, he is him and you are you. You can't use his body to meet me..."

Di Jiang approached him, his eyes blazing: "What about you? Do you dare to say that you never want to? Yinchuan, we have had a long and good time. Although you are weak in nature and have no sense of taste, you always want me to come in again and again. Jin, what’s valuable is that you are devoted to me. I thought that even if you don’t know love in the world, I have been with you for thousands of years and will always be special to you. I didn’t expect that you can be generous to everyone, but only to me. , extremely cruel!”

Yinchuan grabbed Dijiang's wrist and growled: "What do you know!"

Di Jiang struggled to throw him to the ground: "I don't know anything! In your eyes, I am just a presumptuous, unruly beast, but I like you. From the first time I heard your piano, I've liked you since I met you!" He leaned over and blocked Yinchuan's lips with force. Perhaps it shouldn't be called a kiss, but a kind of biting to vent his anger.

Yinchuan wanted to push him away, but when his hand grasped the slightly thin shoulder, he tightened it like a devil. He turned over and pressed Di Jiang under him. He turned his back on the guest and used a roughness that was completely inconsistent with his appearance. Kissing and biting her soft lips, even Di Jiang's eyes flashed with surprise.

This kiss contains a kind of suffocating despair, as if it can swallow a person's bones and blood into the boundless darkness. This emotion is extremely exaggerated, and it instantly breaks the two people's defenses, making people feel sad from it, and the closer they get. , the more painful it is.

Dijiang suddenly pushed Yinchuan away hard.

Yinchuan gasped and looked at him, his pair of icy blue eyes that were always as calm as mountains and lakes were completely confused at this moment, and his eyes were filled with red. He said in a hoarse voice: "Dijiang, for thousands of years,

I have never stopped thinking about you, but this is Yunxi's body, I can't...".

Di Jiang said tremblingly: "But I don't care."

"I care." Yinchuan closed his eyes and stood up slowly, "I can't do that to Yunxi, and I also...can't do that to you."

"What on earth do you mean?"

"You are my female beast, forever, the only female beast." Yinchuan stretched out his hand and gently touched Di Jiang's face, his eyes were gentle and sad, "Even if there is only a trace of your lonely soul left, I will not

Betray you."

Dijiang's eyes became hot, and tears suddenly fell down. He threw himself into Yinchuan's arms, choking and saying, "You prude bastard, why haven't you changed in all these years?"

Yinchuan caressed his back, sighed, tightened his arms, and hugged Dijiang harder and harder. This warm body made him feel like he had returned to ten thousand years ago, when he and Dijiang were both in glory.

Zhengmao, watching the world, they all thought that just like the river and the sea, life would never end, a song could be played for hundreds of years, and time would slip quietly through the fingertips, which was not a pity at all. Who would have thought that in the blink of an eye, everything would be over?

They were completely changed beyond recognition, and now they are hugging each other again. One is a beast soul, and the other is a lonely soul. How cruel.

Di Jiang buried his face in the soft white hair of Yinchuan and rubbed it gently: "How about I stay with you like this? I will accompany you every night. We will play the piano, talk about music, read and write poems, just like before.

, even if I don’t have my own body, as long as I can see you again, I will be satisfied.”

Yinchuan sighed: "Are you going to stay with me like this for a thousand years?"

"Yes, I am willing to continue like this until the end of heaven and earth."

There was heartbreaking sadness in Yinchuan's eyes. He held Dijiang in his arms, but he had no real sense of ownership. He felt guilty about Yunxi, but his longing for Dijiang was already like a vast sea, and it could break through his reason at any time.

The embankment, morality and friendship have been tormenting Di Jiang all the time since the day he woke up. He desperately wanted to hug him tighter, but waves of powerlessness came over him.

Di Jiang closed his eyes, and suddenly a familiar melody came out of his mouth. Yinchuan's heart trembled slightly. It was a piece he and Di Jiang composed together. This melodious melody had been buried in his memory for so long that he thought he would never hear it again.

There will never be a day when we see the light of day again.

Dijiang hummed while twirling Yinchuan's white hair with his fingers, and there was a faint smile at the corner of his mouth.

Yinchuan listened attentively, and his heart gradually calmed down. All the struggles and contradictions became continuous thoughts, mixed into the tune, and gradually assimilated.

Yinchuan couldn't help but stretched out his hand, and lightly touched the strings with his fingertips, and a stream of clear notes came out, filling the room with energy.

Di Jiang opened his eyes and smiled at him: "You still remember."

"How could I forget?"

Di Jiang sat upright and carefully placed his hands on the piano: "This is the best piano I have ever made in my life, because it uses your horns."

Yinchuan put his long arms around his back, placed his left hand on Dijiang's hand, put his slender fingers through the gaps between Dijiang's fingers, and gently tightened the strings: "This is a peerless piano." The voice was soft.

It is extremely magnetic, and no matter how good the musical instrument is, it cannot produce the celestial sounds.

Di Jiang twisted his fingers, and his fingertips traced across the strings like clouds and flowing water. The snow-white guqin with icy blue veins exuded a graceful and sweet tune. Perhaps it had been too long since he had touched the qin. After a change of tone, Di Jiang

Jiang Jian frowned slightly, feeling quite dissatisfied.

Yinchuan chuckled and said, "Come, let's get familiar with it together." He put his right hand on Dijiang's hand, and their fingers were lightly intertwined, dancing on the strings. The tone was not messy and slow, but smooth as if

A person's hand.

Di Jiang leaned in Yinchuan's arms, his eyes bursting with smiles and his face flushed.

The wonderful sound of the piano seemed to bring a room full of orchids, and the dim light was filled with a different kind of charm. The two people's eyes coincided with the scene of them enjoying the piano and drinking tea at the top of Kunlun thousands of years ago, talking and laughing.

Yinchuan felt a slight soreness in his chest. He couldn't tell whether it was sweetness or pain. He put his lips against Dijiang's ear and said in a hoarse voice, "I never thought I would see you again."

The sound of the piano changed for a moment, and the tune changed from high to low. One second it was full of moonlight wind, but the next second it was sad and melodious. It took a long time before Di Jiang said: "Me too."

Yinchuan carefully kissed his hair with trembling lips: "This time, I think we can really die together."

Di Jiang choked and said: "Yes, don't let me bury you again, this time we will sleep together."

Yinchuan smiled lightly: "This is enough for me."

Di Jiang did not speak, but the soft sound of the piano also contained perseverance and determination.
Chapter completed!