Qing Wu came here to put pressure on others, but ended up being put pressure on herself instead.
"It is the nature of ghosts to take revenge. If revenge can be taken on the spot, it will never be delayed overnight!"
The man laughed a few times in his chest: "You are really amazing."
Qing Wu heard the joke and bit his arm again in revenge. When she didn't hear any gasps, she bit him harder, only to get a sigh.
"Does your tooth hurt?"
Qing Wu said, "You stinky inkstone, it's both stinky and hard!"
His body suddenly stiffened, and Qing Wu took the opportunity to slip out. Just as she was about to stand up, he grabbed her wrist again.
In the darkness, the man's voice became more solemn: "What did you call me just now?"
"I called you a stinky inkstone, what's wrong?" Qing Wu's beautiful eyes flickered slightly, and her expression remained normal when she lowered her head.
"Xiao, Chen, Yan. Your name means the heavy and smelly inkstone."
Xiao Chenyan loosened his grip, and Qing Wu immediately ran to the bed without looking at his expression.
The man looked at her through the screen, his fingers curled slightly and his brows furrowed.
Someone once called him that.
Qing Wu could feel the gaze coming towards her through the screen. She touched her nose and felt the Judge's Pen stirring.
She had already sealed the mouth of the rotten pen, otherwise the pen would surely jump up and down and start cursing now.
Heaven and earth can testify that she did not reveal her true colors on purpose this time; she simply let it slip.
"Has anyone called you that before?"
The man hummed.
Qing Wu rolled up the quilt and said in a voice that sounded genuinely curious: "Who is so bold?"
"A little ungrateful bastard."
The little ungrateful wolf curled his lips and said, "Oh? Then this little ungrateful wolf is quite powerful. He dares to act wildly above you."
Xiao Chenyan fell silent.
Qing Wu was intrigued and asked, "Are you close to her?"
Xiao Chenyan's eyes were dark and deep, and no one knew what he was thinking.
“Not close.”
Qing Wu: “…” Well, I’m just being too sentimental.
She still takes that childhood friendship as a big deal, right?
The room was quiet and Qing Wu was gnashing her teeth.
"Why don't you continue asking?"
Qing Wu curled her lips and said lazily, "What's there for a little ungrateful person to ask? Aren't you close to her? Go to sleep and don't disturb me."
Qing Wu covered her head with the quilt and turned over with her back facing people.
Behind the screen, Xiao Chenyan sat with his arms propped up, staring in her direction without blinking.
Thoughts come and go.
When he was young, he had a good friend, the legitimate son of the Marquis of Zhenguo, Major General Yun Zheng.
During the winter hunting that year, the rebels happened to rebel. While everyone was out hunting, they surrounded the palace and slaughtered the women who stayed there.
Madam Mu was pregnant at the time, and she brought him out to break out of the encirclement. When they narrowly escaped death, she gave birth prematurely.
The baby was only seven months old at that time. It was snowing heavily in the dilapidated temple, and he personally took the baby girl out. The child was too small, and Madam Mu fainted after giving birth prematurely.
The child cried loudly because of hunger. He was afraid that the child would die, so he cut his finger and fed her with his own blood.
This feeding lasted for three whole days.
Fortunately, the rebels were ambushed three days later, and Mrs. Mu and her children were safe and sound.
Mrs. Mu said that he and the child were destined to be together and hoped that he could give the child a name.
He immediately thought of the child smiling in his arms.
——I see how charming the green mountains are.
He named the little girl: Qingwu.
That was the little guy he caught with his own hands and saved with his blood.
She was the little girl he had grown up with as his sister. She died in the heavy snow and then in the heavy snow on the northern battlefield when he was twelve years old.
At the time of parting, the last time they met, the little girl cried with red eyes and blamed him.
——Stinky Inkstone Brother, bad Inkstone Brother, you shouldn’t hit people in the face, but you actually broke Brother Ziyuan’s face.
——Wow, such a handsome face, you broke it, where can I find such a handsome boy in the future!
——I will never be close to you again. I will break up with you for a day. Please reflect on yourself. I am very difficult to appease when I am angry~
Yes.
On the day of their departure she said she would never be close to him again.
It turned out to be because he had a fight with that guy Xie Shu.
That little ungrateful bastard just loves appearances and superficiality, and makes him want to bite those who are shallow-minded.
No matter how he tried to please her, he would call her brother one second, but the next second when he saw Xie Shu, his soul flew away following Xie Shu's face.
What an ungrateful little bastard.
But why did she die?
She was so young, how could she die?
Not only her, but also his old friend Yun Zheng, his teacher Zhenguo Hou and his wife, his father and mother...
All the beautiful people in his memory were destroyed on that winter day ten years ago.
Together with the naughty, stupid, and ignorant Xiao Chenyan from his childhood, they all died.
My wandering thoughts were pulled back by the dull pain in my chest.
Xiao Chenyan looked at the woman who seemed to be asleep behind the screen and lowered his eyes. He wanted to ask this question when he walked on the Yin-Yang Road that time.
Where are the souls of those old friends?
They all died unjustly, so why have they never appeared in his dreams for all these years?
If he came, how could he not recognize him?
With a squeak.
The man left the house.
Qing Wu opened her eyes, her eyes were dim, the seal on the mouth of the judge's pen had been removed by her, but she didn't dare to say a word at this moment.
After a long while, the judge pen said carefully: "Awu, we are not sad."
"I don't even have a heart, so where can I get a heart to be hurt?"
The judge's pen choked: "That's true, but I still have to condemn him for you! That's too much. Aren't you two good friends from childhood? He says you are an ungrateful person, and you're not close to me..."
"Is there an ungrateful person like you who would still come to the human world to help him after he dies?"
Qing Wu said in a calm voice, "Whether they roll their eyes or not is another matter, but as for not being close to me... maybe. Anyway, I was only twelve years old when I died. I was just a little brat. How could I be that important to others?"
"After I repay the favor and find the souls of my parents and elder brother, I will not stay with them any longer. It is mutually beneficial for me to be with them, so this is fine."
"Without so many complications, I can leave at ease in the future."
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