Chapter 445
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third night.
Xiaokui, whose chest injury was getting worse and worse, was laying on the window sill bored, and then, as no surprise, saw the white willow on the shrine with a lantern, propped her chin and sighed: "Go again."
After a while, Xiaokui straightened up in surprise, and saw Bai Liu stopped at the entrance of the shrine with a lamp, and did not open the door to enter.
An hour passed.
Two hours passed.
Bai Liu just quietly held a dimly lit lamp, standing alone in the long, dark night in front of the shrine, like a stone lantern guarding the shrine standing beside the gate, motionless.
And the door of the shrine was suddenly slightly opened, and a pair of slender, fair legs could be seen holding the door valve, trying to reach forward and trying to push the door out, which was obviously the evil god's.
The evil god wanted to come out to meet the sacrifice standing outside the door, but Xiaokui remembered that his younger brother said that the evil god was chained in the shrine, and it was impossible for him to get out.
Obviously, as long as the sacrificial victim walked in, he would be able to see the evil god, but Bai Liu just stood outside the door and didn't get any closer, allowing the evil god awakened by his pain to struggle to get closer to him.
"What is this doing?" Xiaokui frowned, "This guy won't spend so much time stealing the keys to the shrine with serious injuries, just to stand outside the shrine for one night, right?"
Bai Liu really just stood outside the shrine overnight.
When the sky was about to dawn, Xiao Kui woke up and saw Bai Liu still standing outside the shrine, holding a lantern, going down the mountain without moving her head.
The constantly struggling door in the shrine also stopped moving.
"In this person's mind..." Xiao Kui frowned, "What is he thinking?"
The fourth night, the fifth night, a month in a row, no matter how severe the torture Bai Liu suffered during the day, no matter whether it was sunny, rainy, snowy or windy, Bai Liu would definitely go up the mountain with a lantern at night, and then walk outside the shrine Stand all night and descend the mountain when the sky is about to dawn.
Working day and night like this, even Xiao Kui, a bystander who just observed out of a certain curiosity, can clearly see Bai Liu's rapid reduction and emaciation.
Although judging from this person's appearance, he was still so calm, as if he didn't wait outside the shrine every night to wait for the dawn alone.
Just like this day by day, how long did it pass? When the sacrifice appeared in the Beiyuan family, the sacrifice was so painful that he committed suicide for the first time. The head of the Beiyuan family came to inspect the sacrifice with satisfaction, and praised those who taught them. After his teacher, there should be an extra course on [Love] in his sacrifice teaching.
Luming County began to hang up ribbons of congratulatory ribbons about the evil gods. The rainy days began to outnumber the snowy days day by day, and the trees around the shrine began to bud.
Xiaokui realizes in a trance that the Summer Festival seems to be coming.
Not long after, the sacrificial person who came in with Bai Liu committed suicide again, his pain was beyond words, in stark contrast to Bai Liu, who was so calm that no waves could be seen no matter how much torture he endured, so everyone in the Beiyuan family People's attention began to tilt towards this seemingly more painful sacrifice.
So when this sacrificial victim committed suicide again, the Patriarch of the Beiyuan family waved his finger joyfully: "Sincerely, this sacrificial sacrifice is about to reach maturity, stop training today, and give him whatever promises he wants , we must let him survive in pain!"
Bai Liu bowed his head and backed away from the Patriarch, who impatiently waved his hand to let Bai Liu go.
Summer was approaching, and it was rainy by the seaside. When it rained suddenly at night, Bai Liu held a paper umbrella and went around the shrine from the side path.
Now, few people in the Beiyuan family pay attention to this sacrifice, which is not painful at first glance, and Bai Liu's actions are even more free than before.
Xiaokui lay on the window sill, looking at the faint light in the hazy rainy night—seeing that Bailiu saw the evil god every night had become a boring sacrifice, one of the few joys in life. .
is really very curious, what exactly Bai Liu wants to do.
The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and the light on the rain screen carried by the white willow was very weak, like some kind of noctilucent insect floating around the shrine, wandering and floating in the forest where the vegetation was gradually dense, swaying towards the abode of God OK, and then stopped at the gate of the shrine again.
Xiaokui saw that the door inside the shrine was pushed open again by a dog.
Over the past few days, the evil god in the shrine has been walking out more and more. From the beginning, he could only open a small gap, and now he can open half of the door. can come out.
But what Xiaokui couldn't see was that the dog that pushed the door was slender, fair and scarred, covered with wounds drawn by silk threads and chains, blood dripping down the robe drop by drop, It is connected with the rain in the pond.
"Come here, Bai Liu." Standing by the half-open door, Xieta lowered his eyes and said softly, "I heard your footsteps and felt your pain, so I woke up Come to the door and wait for you."
"Aren't you coming in to see me today?"
Outside the gate of the shrine, there was only the sound of heavy rain pattering, and Bai Liu did not speak. For so many days, even though Bai Liu came every day, Xieta would chat with him like this every day, but Bai Liu didn't even say a word. None of them answered him.
Scheta is also used to this, he raised his head slightly, calmly looked at the shaking wind chimes under the eaves, and the increasing rain outside the eaves, he pulled the tight silk threads on his feet into his flesh , there were dense bloodstains on the outer robe, and the fresh scars on his wrists that had just been strangled were dripping blood drop by drop, dripping down his pale fingertips.
Outside the door, the rainy night dripped down from the umbrella pedestal supported by the white willow, and the blood and rain fell to the ground at the same time, melting into the mud.
Scheta said softly: "... You come these few days, I wake up earlier and earlier, and your heart seems to be suffering more and more."
"What are you suffering, Bai Liu?"
Scheta looked at the heavy old wooden door, and he knew that there was a white willow standing on the other side of the door, where he would stand all night, until it was almost dawn before leaving, and then come back the next night.
With the heavy rain today, will Bai Liu get sick...
It's too strange, Scheta lowered his eyes, he looked at his bruised body, and clutched the clothes around his heart in some confusion.
Obviously it is the body that is bleeding at the moment, and the body doesn't hurt very much, but just thinking that Bai Liu will get sick, it is because his heart is tightened.
A very strange pain.
These days, Xieta has never seen Bai Liu once, never heard Bai Liu's voice, he just knows that Bai Liu is on the other side of the door, and there is a thick wall between them that makes it impossible for him to reflect Bai Liu's emotions The wooden door, but he can feel so many emotions so clearly.
Every night, when he wakes up because of Bai Liu's approach, his heart beats faster, and when he wakes up, he tries to push open the door of the shrine, and when he sees that Bai Liu didn't open the shrine door to come in to see him, his heart beats again. .
When Bai Liu left and he slowly fell asleep listening to Bai Liu's footsteps gradually going away, his heartbeat would become faster and slower again.
Thinking that Bai Liu will leave today will slow down, and thinking that Bai Liu will come again tonight will speed up.
"It's raining too much tonight." Scheta said to the wooden door, "Do you want to go earlier?"
It was quiet outside the door, Xieta heard the sound of the umbrella turning, and then Bai Liu's footsteps walking down the mountain.
It's so weird.
Scheta pursed his lips, his eyes were fixed on the wooden door, and his fingers that were clenched on the clothes around his chest were getting tighter and tighter.
Obviously because of the heavy rain, he was the one who let Bai Liu go, but he really heard Bai Liu's footsteps leaving without hesitation, and thought that the time he spent with Bai Liu through the wooden door tonight would be so short. ……
Sieta has no way to control the loss of the real estate owner.
why?
Without anyone around him, he can't reflect anyone's feelings, so where do these two conflicting emotions come from?
Although there is no response every time, Xieta will ask Bai Liu every time when he leaves: "Will you come tomorrow?"
Bai Liu's leaving footsteps stopped for a moment, Xieta heard the pouring rain, Bai Liu's breathing was slightly heavy for a moment, he took a step forward and walked to the door of the shrine, Xieta even heard the sound of Bailiu's sticking to the wooden door of the shrine. It seemed that Bailiu was going to push the door in the next second and say something to Xieta.
Scheta heard his heart beating more violently than ever before, he tried hard to move forward, and the silk thread tied on his waist even strangled into his bones, but he didn't care about it, he lowered his head and tidied up helplessly. He looked at the clothes and hair on his chest, frowning slightly, but what was bothering him was not the pain caused by the scars, but the blood stains on his chest that stained his clothes and hair.
Seeing Bai Liu with blood stains like this, he felt a little untidy, but he couldn't care less about it now.
Scheta simply tidied up his appearance, then raised his head, staring at the wooden door in a trance, concentrating to the point where he almost stopped breathing, allowing the blood on his chest to seep into his coat.
Will Bai Liu open the door to see him?
What would he say to him?
Bai Liu's breathing stopped for a moment close to the door, and his body moved slightly on the wooden door.
Scheta stared straight at the wooden door, his shoulders and back slowly straightened, and the light in his eyes brightened up bit by bit.
Then Bai Liu stopped, he paused, just like those nights before, he turned and left without saying anything.
Scheta's stretched shoulders slumped little by little, he stared blankly at the door, his eyes filled with very shallow light, as if a layer of light was about to fall.
The moment he heard Bai Liu leave, Xieta could hardly hear his own heartbeat, as if his heartbeat had left with Bai Liu tonight.
Sieta slowly fell to the ground as Bai Liu left, countless heavy silk threads intertwined on the skin under his clothes, he gradually closed his eyes, and whispered to himself by:
"Whether you come tomorrow or not."
"I will always wait for you."
Xiaokui leaned against the window, originally thinking it was another rainy day when Bailiu was guarding outside the shrine all night, and she was watching and yawning, but when it was dawn, Bailiu suddenly walked into the shrine for a few minutes Step one, lift the lamp and shine it on the door of the shrine, and stick it on the door of the shrine.
These Xiaokui raised their spirits and stretched forward to look more carefully: "Is he going in today?"
"No." Xiao Kui's eyes narrowed, "Bai Liu, did you write something on the gate of the shrine?"
The heavy rain poured down, and the rain was noisy, and Scheta's voice was fragmented and blurred by the rain:
"Are you coming tomorrow?"
"It doesn't matter if you don't answer me, whether you come tomorrow or not, I will always wait for you."
Bai Liu held an umbrella, and he stood silently under the rain that was about to fall, then suddenly turned around, and Bai Liu held a lamp to shine on the wooden door that was steamed by the rain.
The wooden door was covered with granular drops of water, Bai Liu lowered his palm to the wooden door lightly, and then pointed his finger on the wooden door, stroke by stroke. Write down a sentence carefully, then sit quietly in front of the door for a while, then turn around and go down the hill.
The rain is getting heavier.
In the misty rain, the light carried by Bai Liu was farther and farther away from the gate of the shrine, but the gradually brighter sky shone on the wooden door of the shrine, illuminating the words written by Bai Liu on the wooden door of the shrine:
【I will come tomorrow. 】
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third night.
Xiaokui, whose chest injury was getting worse and worse, was laying on the window sill bored, and then, as no surprise, saw the white willow on the shrine with a lantern, propped her chin and sighed: "Go again."
After a while, Xiaokui straightened up in surprise, and saw Bai Liu stopped at the entrance of the shrine with a lamp, and did not open the door to enter.
An hour passed.
Two hours passed.
Bai Liu just quietly held a dimly lit lamp, standing alone in the long, dark night in front of the shrine, like a stone lantern guarding the shrine standing beside the gate, motionless.
And the door of the shrine was suddenly slightly opened, and a pair of slender, fair legs could be seen holding the door valve, trying to reach forward and trying to push the door out, which was obviously the evil god's.
The evil god wanted to come out to meet the sacrifice standing outside the door, but Xiaokui remembered that his younger brother said that the evil god was chained in the shrine, and it was impossible for him to get out.
Obviously, as long as the sacrificial victim walked in, he would be able to see the evil god, but Bai Liu just stood outside the door and didn't get any closer, allowing the evil god awakened by his pain to struggle to get closer to him.
"What is this doing?" Xiaokui frowned, "This guy won't spend so much time stealing the keys to the shrine with serious injuries, just to stand outside the shrine for one night, right?"
Bai Liu really just stood outside the shrine overnight.
When the sky was about to dawn, Xiao Kui woke up and saw Bai Liu still standing outside the shrine, holding a lantern, going down the mountain without moving her head.
The constantly struggling door in the shrine also stopped moving.
"In this person's mind..." Xiao Kui frowned, "What is he thinking?"
The fourth night, the fifth night, a month in a row, no matter how severe the torture Bai Liu suffered during the day, no matter whether it was sunny, rainy, snowy or windy, Bai Liu would definitely go up the mountain with a lantern at night, and then walk outside the shrine Stand all night and descend the mountain when the sky is about to dawn.
Working day and night like this, even Xiao Kui, a bystander who just observed out of a certain curiosity, can clearly see Bai Liu's rapid reduction and emaciation.
Although judging from this person's appearance, he was still so calm, as if he didn't wait outside the shrine every night to wait for the dawn alone.
Just like this day by day, how long did it pass? When the sacrifice appeared in the Beiyuan family, the sacrifice was so painful that he committed suicide for the first time. The head of the Beiyuan family came to inspect the sacrifice with satisfaction, and praised those who taught them. After his teacher, there should be an extra course on [Love] in his sacrifice teaching.
Luming County began to hang up ribbons of congratulatory ribbons about the evil gods. The rainy days began to outnumber the snowy days day by day, and the trees around the shrine began to bud.
Xiaokui realizes in a trance that the Summer Festival seems to be coming.
Not long after, the sacrificial person who came in with Bai Liu committed suicide again, his pain was beyond words, in stark contrast to Bai Liu, who was so calm that no waves could be seen no matter how much torture he endured, so everyone in the Beiyuan family People's attention began to tilt towards this seemingly more painful sacrifice.
So when this sacrificial victim committed suicide again, the Patriarch of the Beiyuan family waved his finger joyfully: "Sincerely, this sacrificial sacrifice is about to reach maturity, stop training today, and give him whatever promises he wants , we must let him survive in pain!"
Bai Liu bowed his head and backed away from the Patriarch, who impatiently waved his hand to let Bai Liu go.
Summer was approaching, and it was rainy by the seaside. When it rained suddenly at night, Bai Liu held a paper umbrella and went around the shrine from the side path.
Now, few people in the Beiyuan family pay attention to this sacrifice, which is not painful at first glance, and Bai Liu's actions are even more free than before.
Xiaokui lay on the window sill, looking at the faint light in the hazy rainy night—seeing that Bailiu saw the evil god every night had become a boring sacrifice, one of the few joys in life. .
is really very curious, what exactly Bai Liu wants to do.
The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and the light on the rain screen carried by the white willow was very weak, like some kind of noctilucent insect floating around the shrine, wandering and floating in the forest where the vegetation was gradually dense, swaying towards the abode of God OK, and then stopped at the gate of the shrine again.
Xiaokui saw that the door inside the shrine was pushed open again by a dog.
Over the past few days, the evil god in the shrine has been walking out more and more. From the beginning, he could only open a small gap, and now he can open half of the door. can come out.
But what Xiaokui couldn't see was that the dog that pushed the door was slender, fair and scarred, covered with wounds drawn by silk threads and chains, blood dripping down the robe drop by drop, It is connected with the rain in the pond.
"Come here, Bai Liu." Standing by the half-open door, Xieta lowered his eyes and said softly, "I heard your footsteps and felt your pain, so I woke up Come to the door and wait for you."
"Aren't you coming in to see me today?"
Outside the gate of the shrine, there was only the sound of heavy rain pattering, and Bai Liu did not speak. For so many days, even though Bai Liu came every day, Xieta would chat with him like this every day, but Bai Liu didn't even say a word. None of them answered him.
Scheta is also used to this, he raised his head slightly, calmly looked at the shaking wind chimes under the eaves, and the increasing rain outside the eaves, he pulled the tight silk threads on his feet into his flesh , there were dense bloodstains on the outer robe, and the fresh scars on his wrists that had just been strangled were dripping blood drop by drop, dripping down his pale fingertips.
Outside the door, the rainy night dripped down from the umbrella pedestal supported by the white willow, and the blood and rain fell to the ground at the same time, melting into the mud.
Scheta said softly: "... You come these few days, I wake up earlier and earlier, and your heart seems to be suffering more and more."
"What are you suffering, Bai Liu?"
Scheta looked at the heavy old wooden door, and he knew that there was a white willow standing on the other side of the door, where he would stand all night, until it was almost dawn before leaving, and then come back the next night.
With the heavy rain today, will Bai Liu get sick...
It's too strange, Scheta lowered his eyes, he looked at his bruised body, and clutched the clothes around his heart in some confusion.
Obviously it is the body that is bleeding at the moment, and the body doesn't hurt very much, but just thinking that Bai Liu will get sick, it is because his heart is tightened.
A very strange pain.
These days, Xieta has never seen Bai Liu once, never heard Bai Liu's voice, he just knows that Bai Liu is on the other side of the door, and there is a thick wall between them that makes it impossible for him to reflect Bai Liu's emotions The wooden door, but he can feel so many emotions so clearly.
Every night, when he wakes up because of Bai Liu's approach, his heart beats faster, and when he wakes up, he tries to push open the door of the shrine, and when he sees that Bai Liu didn't open the shrine door to come in to see him, his heart beats again. .
When Bai Liu left and he slowly fell asleep listening to Bai Liu's footsteps gradually going away, his heartbeat would become faster and slower again.
Thinking that Bai Liu will leave today will slow down, and thinking that Bai Liu will come again tonight will speed up.
"It's raining too much tonight." Scheta said to the wooden door, "Do you want to go earlier?"
It was quiet outside the door, Xieta heard the sound of the umbrella turning, and then Bai Liu's footsteps walking down the mountain.
It's so weird.
Scheta pursed his lips, his eyes were fixed on the wooden door, and his fingers that were clenched on the clothes around his chest were getting tighter and tighter.
Obviously because of the heavy rain, he was the one who let Bai Liu go, but he really heard Bai Liu's footsteps leaving without hesitation, and thought that the time he spent with Bai Liu through the wooden door tonight would be so short. ……
Sieta has no way to control the loss of the real estate owner.
why?
Without anyone around him, he can't reflect anyone's feelings, so where do these two conflicting emotions come from?
Although there is no response every time, Xieta will ask Bai Liu every time when he leaves: "Will you come tomorrow?"
Bai Liu's leaving footsteps stopped for a moment, Xieta heard the pouring rain, Bai Liu's breathing was slightly heavy for a moment, he took a step forward and walked to the door of the shrine, Xieta even heard the sound of Bailiu's sticking to the wooden door of the shrine. It seemed that Bailiu was going to push the door in the next second and say something to Xieta.
Scheta heard his heart beating more violently than ever before, he tried hard to move forward, and the silk thread tied on his waist even strangled into his bones, but he didn't care about it, he lowered his head and tidied up helplessly. He looked at the clothes and hair on his chest, frowning slightly, but what was bothering him was not the pain caused by the scars, but the blood stains on his chest that stained his clothes and hair.
Seeing Bai Liu with blood stains like this, he felt a little untidy, but he couldn't care less about it now.
Scheta simply tidied up his appearance, then raised his head, staring at the wooden door in a trance, concentrating to the point where he almost stopped breathing, allowing the blood on his chest to seep into his coat.
Will Bai Liu open the door to see him?
What would he say to him?
Bai Liu's breathing stopped for a moment close to the door, and his body moved slightly on the wooden door.
Scheta stared straight at the wooden door, his shoulders and back slowly straightened, and the light in his eyes brightened up bit by bit.
Then Bai Liu stopped, he paused, just like those nights before, he turned and left without saying anything.
Scheta's stretched shoulders slumped little by little, he stared blankly at the door, his eyes filled with very shallow light, as if a layer of light was about to fall.
The moment he heard Bai Liu leave, Xieta could hardly hear his own heartbeat, as if his heartbeat had left with Bai Liu tonight.
Sieta slowly fell to the ground as Bai Liu left, countless heavy silk threads intertwined on the skin under his clothes, he gradually closed his eyes, and whispered to himself by:
"Whether you come tomorrow or not."
"I will always wait for you."
Xiaokui leaned against the window, originally thinking it was another rainy day when Bailiu was guarding outside the shrine all night, and she was watching and yawning, but when it was dawn, Bailiu suddenly walked into the shrine for a few minutes Step one, lift the lamp and shine it on the door of the shrine, and stick it on the door of the shrine.
These Xiaokui raised their spirits and stretched forward to look more carefully: "Is he going in today?"
"No." Xiao Kui's eyes narrowed, "Bai Liu, did you write something on the gate of the shrine?"
The heavy rain poured down, and the rain was noisy, and Scheta's voice was fragmented and blurred by the rain:
"Are you coming tomorrow?"
"It doesn't matter if you don't answer me, whether you come tomorrow or not, I will always wait for you."
Bai Liu held an umbrella, and he stood silently under the rain that was about to fall, then suddenly turned around, and Bai Liu held a lamp to shine on the wooden door that was steamed by the rain.
The wooden door was covered with granular drops of water, Bai Liu lowered his palm to the wooden door lightly, and then pointed his finger on the wooden door, stroke by stroke. Write down a sentence carefully, then sit quietly in front of the door for a while, then turn around and go down the hill.
The rain is getting heavier.
In the misty rain, the light carried by Bai Liu was farther and farther away from the gate of the shrine, but the gradually brighter sky shone on the wooden door of the shrine, illuminating the words written by Bai Liu on the wooden door of the shrine:
【I will come tomorrow. 】
third night. Xiaokui, whose chest injury was getting worse and worse, was laying on the window sill bored, and then, as no surprise, saw the white willow on the shrine with a lantern, propped her chin and sighed: "Go again." After a while, Xiaokui straightened up in surprise, and saw Bai Liu stopped at the entrance of the shrine with a lamp, and did not open the door to enter. An hour passed. Two hours passed. Bai Liu just quietly held a dimly lit lamp, standing alone in the long, dark night in front of the shrine, like a stone lantern guarding the shrine standing beside the gate, motionless. And the door of the shrine was suddenly slightly opened, and a pair of slender, fair legs could be seen holding the door valve, trying to reach forward and trying to push the door out, which was obviously the evil god's. The evil god wanted to come out to meet the sacrifice standing outside the door, but Xiaokui remembered that his younger brother said that the evil god was chained in the shrine, and it was impossible for him to get out. Obviously, as long as the sacrificial victim walked in, he would be able to see the evil god, but Bai Liu just stood outside the door and didn't get any closer, allowing the evil god awakened by his pain to struggle to get closer to him. "What is this doing?" Xiaokui frowned, "This guy won't spend so much time stealing the keys to the shrine with serious injuries, just to stand outside the shrine for one night, right?" Bai Liu really just stood outside the shrine overnight. When the sky was about to dawn, Xiao Kui woke up and saw Bai Liu still standing outside the shrine, holding a lantern, going down the mountain without moving her head. The constantly struggling door in the shrine also stopped moving. "In this person's mind..." Xiao Kui frowned, "What is he thinking?" The fourth night, the fifth night, a month in a row, no matter how severe the torture Bai Liu suffered during the day, no matter whether it was sunny, rainy, snowy or windy, Bai Liu would definitely go up the mountain with a lantern at night, and then walk outside the shrine Stand all night and descend the mountain when the sky is about to dawn. Working day and night like this, even Xiao Kui, a bystander who just observed out of a certain curiosity, can clearly see Bai Liu's rapid reduction and emaciation. Although judging from this person's appearance, he was still so calm, as if he didn't wait outside the shrine every night to wait for the dawn alone. Just like this day by day, how long did it pass? When the sacrifice appeared in the Beiyuan family, the sacrifice was so painful that he committed suicide for the first time. The head of the Beiyuan family came to inspect the sacrifice with satisfaction, and praised those who taught them. After his teacher, there should be an extra course on Love in his sacrifice teaching. Luming County began to hang up ribbons of congratulatory ribbons about the evil gods. The rainy days began to outnumber the snowy days day by day, and the trees around the shrine began to bud. Xiaokui realizes in a trance that the Summer Festival seems to be coming. Not long after, the sacrificial person who came in with Bai Liu committed suicide again, his pain was beyond words, in stark contrast to Bai Liu, who was so calm that no waves could be seen no matter how much torture he endured, so everyone in the Beiyuan family People's attention began to tilt towards this seemingly more painful sacrifice. So when this sacrificial victim committed suicide again, the Patriarch of the Beiyuan family waved his finger joyfully: "Sincerely, this sacrificial sacrifice is about to reach maturity, stop training today, and give him whatever promises he wants , we must let him survive in pain!" Bai Liu bowed his head and backed away from the Patriarch, who impatiently waved his hand to let Bai Liu go. Summer was approaching, and it was rainy by the seaside. When it rained suddenly at night, Bai Liu held a paper umbrella and went around the shrine from the side path. Now, few people in the Beiyuan family pay attention to this sacrifice, which is not painful at first glance, and Bai Liu's actions are even more free than before. Xiaokui lay on the window sill, looking at the faint light in the hazy rainy nightseeing that Bailiu saw the evil god every night had become a boring sacrifice, one of the few joys in life. . is really very curious, what exactly Bai Liu wants to do. The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and the light on the rain screen carried by the white willow was very weak, like some kind of noctilucent insect floating around the shrine, wandering and floating in the forest where the vegetation was gradually dense, swaying towards the abode of God OK, and then stopped at the gate of the shrine again. Xiaokui saw that the door inside the shrine was pushed open again by a dog. Over the past few days, the evil god in the shrine has been walking out more and more. From the beginning, he could only open a small gap, and now he can open half of the door. can come out. But what Xiaokui couldn't see was that the dog that pushed the door was slender, fair and scarred, covered with wounds drawn by silk threads and chains, blood dripping down the robe drop by drop, It is connected with the rain in the pond. "Come here, Bai Liu." Standing by the half-open door, Xieta lowered his eyes and said softly, "I heard your footsteps and felt your pain, so I woke up Come to the door and wait for you." "Aren't you coming in to see me today?" Outside the gate of the shrine, there was only the sound of heavy rain pattering, and Bai Liu did not speak. For so many days, even though Bai Liu came every day, Xieta would chat with him like this every day, but Bai Liu didn't even say a word. None of them answered him. Scheta is also used to this, he raised his head slightly, calmly looked at the shaking wind chimes under the eaves, and the increasing rain outside the eaves, he pulled the tight silk threads on his feet into his flesh , there were dense bloodstains on the outer robe, and the fresh scars on his wrists that had just been strangled were dripping blood drop by drop, dripping down his pale fingertips. Outside the door, the rainy night dripped down from the umbrella pedestal supported by the white willow, and the blood and rain fell to the ground at the same time, melting into the mud. Scheta said softly: "... You come these few days, I wake up earlier and earlier, and your heart seems to be suffering more and more." "What are you suffering, Bai Liu?" Scheta looked at the heavy old wooden door, and he knew that there was a white willow standing on the other side of the door, where he would stand all night, until it was almost dawn before leaving, and then come back the next night. With the heavy rain today, will Bai Liu get sick... It's too strange, Scheta lowered his eyes, he looked at his bruised body, and clutched the clothes around his heart in some confusion. Obviously it is the body that is bleeding at the moment, and the body doesn't hurt very much, but just thinking that Bai Liu will get sick, it is because his heart is tightened. A very strange pain. These days, Xieta has never seen Bai Liu once, never heard Bai Liu's voice, he just knows that Bai Liu is on the other side of the door, and there is a thick wall between them that makes it impossible for him to reflect Bai Liu's emotions The wooden door, but he can feel so many emotions so clearly. Every night, when he wakes up because of Bai Liu's approach, his heart beats faster, and when he wakes up, he tries to push open the door of the shrine, and when he sees that Bai Liu didn't open the shrine door to come in to see him, his heart beats again. . When Bai Liu left and he slowly fell asleep listening to Bai Liu's footsteps gradually going away, his heartbeat would become faster and slower again. Thinking that Bai Liu will leave today will slow down, and thinking that Bai Liu will come again tonight will speed up. "It's raining too much tonight." Scheta said to the wooden door, "Do you want to go earlier?" It was quiet outside the door, Xieta heard the sound of the umbrella turning, and then Bai Liu's footsteps walking down the mountain. It's so weird. Scheta pursed his lips, his eyes were fixed on the wooden door, and his fingers that were clenched on the clothes around his chest were getting tighter and tighter. Obviously because of the heavy rain, he was the one who let Bai Liu go, but he really heard Bai Liu's footsteps leaving without hesitation, and thought that the time he spent with Bai Liu through the wooden door tonight would be so short. Sieta has no way to control the loss of the real estate owner. why? Without anyone around him, he can't reflect anyone's feelings, so where do these two conflicting emotions come from? Although there is no response every time, Xieta will ask Bai Liu every time when he leaves: "Will you come tomorrow?" Bai Liu's leaving footsteps stopped for a moment, Xieta heard the pouring rain, Bai Liu's breathing was slightly heavy for a moment, he took a step forward and walked to the door of the shrine, Xieta even heard the sound of Bailiu's sticking to the wooden door of the shrine. It seemed that Bailiu was going to push the door in the next second and say something to Xieta. Scheta heard his heart beating more violently than ever before, he tried hard to move forward, and the silk thread tied on his waist even strangled into his bones, but he didn't care about it, he lowered his head and tidied up helplessly. He looked at the clothes and hair on his chest, frowning slightly, but what was bothering him was not the pain caused by the scars, but the blood stains on his chest that stained his clothes and hair. Seeing Bai Liu with blood stains like this, he felt a little untidy, but he couldn't care less about it now. Scheta simply tidied up his appearance, then raised his head, staring at the wooden door in a trance, concentrating to the point where he almost stopped breathing, allowing the blood on his chest to seep into his coat. Will Bai Liu open the door to see him? What would he say to him? Bai Liu's breathing stopped for a moment close to the door, and his body moved slightly on the wooden door. Scheta stared straight at the wooden door, his shoulders and back slowly straightened, and the light in his eyes brightened up bit by bit. Then Bai Liu stopped, he paused, just like those nights before, he turned and left without saying anything. Scheta's stretched shoulders slumped little by little, he stared blankly at the door, his eyes filled with very shallow light, as if a layer of light was about to fall. The moment he heard Bai Liu leave, Xieta could hardly hear his own heartbeat, as if his heartbeat had left with Bai Liu tonight. Sieta slowly fell to the ground as Bai Liu left, countless heavy silk threads intertwined on the skin under his clothes, he gradually closed his eyes, and whispered to himself by: "Whether you come tomorrow or not." "I will always wait for you." Xiaokui leaned against the window, originally thinking it was another rainy day when Bailiu was guarding outside the shrine all night, and she was watching and yawning, but when it was dawn, Bailiu suddenly walked into the shrine for a few minutes Step one, lift the lamp and shine it on the door of the shrine, and stick it on the door of the shrine. These Xiaokui raised their spirits and stretched forward to look more carefully: "Is he going in today?" "No." Xiao Kui's eyes narrowed, "Bai Liu, did you write something on the gate of the shrine?" The heavy rain poured down, and the rain was noisy, and Scheta's voice was fragmented and blurred by the rain: "Are you coming tomorrow?" "It doesn't matter if you don't answer me, whether you come tomorrow or not, I will always wait for you." Bai Liu held an umbrella, and he stood silently under the rain that was about to fall, then suddenly turned around, and Bai Liu held a lamp to shine on the wooden door that was steamed by the rain. The wooden door was covered with granular drops of water, Bai Liu lowered his palm to the wooden door lightly, and then pointed his finger on the wooden door, stroke by stroke. Write down a sentence carefully, then sit quietly in front of the door for a while, then turn around and go down the hill. The rain is getting heavier. In the misty rain, the light carried by Bai Liu was farther and farther away from the gate of the shrine, but the gradually brighter sky shone on the wooden door of the shrine, illuminating the words written by Bai Liu on the wooden door of the shrine: I will come tomorrow.
