Chapter 154

maybe.

However…

Chapter 242 Shuiyue Yingsheng is really completely dead

If you look at the changes in Gaijiang, you will see that heaven and earth cannot last for a moment; if you look at the things that remain unchanged, both things and I will be endless.

Life and death, what does it matter?

Love and murderous intent merged, and for the second time, before reaching the [Border], they turned into life.

Yingsheng smiled slightly, his consciousness completely dissipated.

"Qingzi, don't call me for anything."

Qingzi paused slightly and continued to press gently. The corners of her lips were slightly raised, and her eyebrows were filled with warmth that she had never seen before.

"Good night, Hotaru."

【Love+4】

This was the biggest single gain in the past month, but Yingsheng didn't see it at all.

His consciousness has fallen into a deep sleep.

His true self is already empty.

Xuantian...

Xuantian...

At 10:30 on Saturday morning, a little bit of consciousness woke up from the dark. From being ignorant to being completely awake, it only took a thought to arise and die.

Yingsheng took off the blindfold in front of his eyes. The room was still quite dark. The edges of the balcony curtains revealed dazzling bright sunlight, but there was no light in the middle.

Are the shading levels of his curtains that high?

Yingsheng took a closer look and realized that what he saw was not the curtain at all, but the quilt on his bed, which was covered on top of the curtain to block the sun.

He pinched the blindfold that had been put on his hand for some time. It was obvious who was doing this and why.

Yingsheng suddenly thought, should he sleep a little longer?

And today’s weather is really weird. Can’t it just be so dark that you can’t even see your fingers?

Yingsheng gently lifted the thin quilt on his body and stood up slowly. Qingzi would also get up later, so he should prepare the meal first.

I just don’t know if it’s breakfast or lunch.

As a result, just as he was halfway through, he paused and looked towards the other side of the coffee table.

There, Qingzi was lying on the wicker chair that was originally placed under the purple wisteria flower stand, with her head tilted, a slight smile on her pretty face, and in her water-purple eyes, the soft breeze was blowing on the lake in late spring. Between the fog.

The mist spread from heart to heart, and also stretched Yingsheng's eyebrows, and smiled softly:

"Sorry for waking you up."

"Well...actually, I wanted to scare you."

"You're so pretty, even if you jump on your face, you won't scare anyone. What do you want to eat?"

"Eh? Do you want Yingqing to cook in person?" Qingzi's eyes flashed with little stars, she paused slightly, and then said cautiously: "Can I call you that?"

"sure."

Yingsheng stood up with a smile and stretched his bones that were numb from sleep: "My cooking is terrible, so let's order delivery." He turned and glanced at the wall clock above the dining table, "It's 10:32, and it's considered delivery. It’s lunch, you can sleep a little longer.”

Qingzi had also opened the thin quilt and stood up: "I'll cook, but it should be simple. Yingsheng-kun will go to Miss Lan for lunch later."

"Hey, hey, don't be so sensitive."

Yingsheng hugged Qingzi from behind and buried his head on her shoulder: "As promised beforehand, I'm really bad at cooking. Don't blame me if you can't swallow it."

Qingzi tilted her head: "As long as you do it with your heart, even if it doesn't look good, it won't be unpalatable."

"It's just because I don't care. From the time I was born to now, the number of times I have cooked by myself..."

Yingsheng stopped talking and was speechless for a long time: "Qingzi, after getting along with me for so long, you should have noticed that I am not the same person at all."

Qingzi was silent for a long time: "Actually, I have discovered it since the first night."

There was a smile in her eyes, but Yingsheng clearly felt a little chill on the back of her hand.

"I'm not just talking about amnesia."

"That's not what I said."

"In the early morning of that day, after I killed those two people, I originally planned to never come back. I didn't even want to inherit the name 'Shuiyue Yingsheng'. I have nothing to do with this place. Even if the police want to find me, I won't I can leave and live in a country I am more familiar with.”

"I also know that you don't plan to come back, and at that time, I was actually watching you secretly."

"The small mirror on the flower stand and wind chime, right?"

"Did you find out then?"

"Yes, but I don't care. You should have been peeking at me through the peephole when I left. I actually only had one idea at the time. I have to hurry up. If this guy calls the police, it will be really troublesome."

"But you came back in the end."

"Because I was about to die at that time, and I thought I had nowhere to go, so I might as well not cause any trouble to the police."

"But you didn't leave after that."

"Because of you, Kiyoko, because you are here."

Yingsheng sighed softly, thousands of words lingering in his throat, but he was finally speechless.

In this dark and quiet world, the silence lasted for a long time. The sunlight on the edge of the curtain became more intense. They hugged each other quietly for a long time.

finally,

"Are you lovers?" Yingsheng asked.

"Not really." Qingzi said.

"I'm sorry, but the moment I woke up, he was completely dead and never coming back."

Qingzi's boneless body trembled slightly, and her voice also had a hint of trembling:

"Isn't there even a trace of residue?"

"sorry, we do not have that."

Even the procedural memory of language, which is equivalent to instinct, Yingsheng did not inherit.

He knows Japanese because Tianshu knows it.

To be honest, he likes this feeling.

If the body doesn't need to be hosted and it's still his original body, it would be even better.

However, for other people who originally cared about Mizuki Hotaru, this is undoubtedly unfortunate news.

The person they were familiar with has completely disappeared, and what has revived in his body is a consciousness that came from nowhere and may not even be considered human.

Fortunately, the only person who really cares about "Mizuki Hotaru" as a person and this consciousness is probably Xuesong Qingzi.

Hotaru actually discovered this quite early. Although Qingzi is smart, she can't compare with him who has received professional training since childhood.

But I still said that he doesn't care.

And because Qingzi has been providing him with love steadily, he originally thought that Qingzi didn't care either.

No matter where they come from, no matter how long they live, as long as they meet each other at first sight, they will love each other for life and death, even if it's just for one night, even if they will fight each other the next day.

In his previous world, wasn't it like this?

However, the longer they spent together, the more they understood the world, and the more Tianshu's consciousness was eroded.

He found that Qingzi couldn't help but care.

Especially after they lived together these days.

Although except for this morning, Yingsheng spent no more than three hours in Ian's apartment every day.

But a certain feeling was different.

Perhaps because of the fatigue of the past few days, the feeling reached its peak last night, and because of a sleepless night, it continued to this day.

So, Yingsheng hugged Qingzi.

Qingzi whispered: "No..."

Chapter 243 Qingzi's mask and confession!

"That's fine, that's fine..."

Qingzi's voice was extremely distant, as if she could hear the faint chanting in the monastery at the foot of the mountain on the top of the foggy mountain.

The devout believers sat under the preaching hall, listening to the gentle voice in their ears.

The thought of seeking but not getting finally gradually subsided, turning into liberation and relief.

Her body moved slightly.

Yingsheng immediately let her go.

Qingzi shook her head and smiled: "Actually, I don't care that much. If you want to say that I have contact with you, it was only after that night that it really started.

The previous things were the same as what you have tried before, but we were just in the same boat, just lambs in the same cage, just watching silently.

It is normal to feel that the other person is of the same kind and feel close to each other, just like what you said about deskmates and childhood sweethearts, it is a recency effect.

And it's even more ridiculous, we have no choice.

But if we really get along, we dare not get close at all because of an inexplicable cautiousness.

We look at each other, but we both look forward to the outside world, a freer world.

But we only have each other, each other in our eyes.

Ying, do you say, is this love?"

Yingsheng sighed softly: "Yes, this is of course love, the most real love."

Love is, after all, just a concept, not a real material existence.

Its definition is actually very broad.

But Yingsheng thought that even if its restrictions were strict, the vague feelings between the two could be roughly judged as love.

Yingsheng asked: "If he hadn't died, what would the future be like?"

"Who knows?"

Qingzi turned her head to look at the balcony, but all she saw was a dim light. The light around was of course very conspicuous, but the more so, the more dim she saw.

Yingsheng immediately walked towards the balcony, wanting to open the curtains so that her sight would no longer be blocked.

But Qingzi held him back and whispered:

"That would be too dazzling."

Yingsheng was silent for a few breaths: "Is it an exchange of killings? Before I woke up, you had already bought insurance for Xuesong Masato, you should be able to do it."

Qingzi nodded and shook her head.

She still looked at the direction of the balcony, with a smile on the corner of her mouth, but her eyes were extremely indifferent.

"I have had such thoughts, but what I have thought of ten thousand times more is standing on the balcony fence, waiting for the breeze to bring the fragrance of flowers, and leaving with it."

Hina also looked towards the balcony, and for a moment, he slapped his forehead in annoyance: "Wisteria? When the flowers bloom, will the god of death lead your soul away?"

Qingzi smiled and nodded.

"Oh my God!"

Hina sighed: "You know, I always thought you liked it. After inferring from some details that the flower stand might be made by you, I became more and more certain, and I also think it matches your temperament very well."

Qingzi shook her head: "I really like it, otherwise why would I let it be my messenger."