Buduqiu: Even the Living Dead Want to Fall in Love

Wen Wenfeng×Shen Yuhuai —— The red liquid was as cold as snow, blooming like plum blossoms when it dripped on the orange log table. Wen Wenfeng's hands were trembling so much that he couldn't even hold the knife as light as a feather in his hand. He landed with a click, and the wounds on his face healed in the blink of an eye. Looking at the appearance in the mirror, he felt for a moment that "Shen Yuhuai" was not actually dead. She was still by his side as usual, chasing after him and shouting "Brother, brother" as usual. Looking out the window, the maple leaves in the courtyard were turning red, and the autumn wind blowing in from time to time brought Wen Wenfeng's thoughts back to seven years ago. The same autumn has different moods, the same autumn scenery has different emotions. Wen Wenfeng was only thirteen at the time, and at an age when he should have grown up under the protection of his parents, he was burdened with a burden that did not belong to them. "My name is Shen Yuhuai, what about you? What is your name?" "Wen Wenfeng..." Everything developed as usual, but because of a shy exchange of words, they became the only variable in each other's lives. Shen Yuhuai would always come to him when something bad happened, and he became Shen Yuhuai's exclusive tree hole, but the good times did not last long, and the two were forced to separate just after the middle of autumn. Shen Yuhuai entered the palace. When they left, Wen Wenfeng promised that she would save him, but who knew that Shen Yuhuai spent five long years in panic. He originally thought that Wen Wenfeng did not keep his promise, but everything changed that night—— He had two unsightly scars on his face, and he also saw him that he had never seen before. He was underground where Shen Yuhuai was guarding him day and night. The oxygen there was thin, the walls were airtight, and even the most basic sunlight in life was extremely luxurious. It was there that Shen Yuhuai saw Wen Wenfeng, who had been tortured to the point of becoming thin. He couldn't hold it in any longer. The psychological defense he had built over the past five years was instantly defeated. Shen Yuhuai collapsed and rushed to block Wen Wenfeng. He opened his arms and shouted in the most childish way, "Don't hurt him again!" Even though he was facing the prince, even though his body was still shaking, and even though the tears were still flowing, Shen Yuhuai never moved a step away from Wen Wenfeng from the beginning to the end. But it was all in vain. When Shen Yuhuai regained consciousness again, he was surrounded by high technology. But he was not surprised by this. It was as if he was born here and everything was so normal. He was surrounded by Wenfeng who loved him, Akko who grew up with him, and playmates who went to and from school with him. Everything was so dreamy. All the changes happened when he was 15 years old. The mood that day was like a roller coaster, with ups and downs, late at night. Shen Yuhuai opened his eyes, but next to him was a very retro building. He had only seen what he saw in front of him a few times in textbooks. He looked around with a look of disbelief. It was a guest room. When he turned around, he accidentally knocked off the tea cup on the table. He opened his mouth, picked up the pieces at a loss and found the shopkeeper at the front desk. However, the shopkeeper looked at him with a bit of surprise and horror, but he was quickly suppressed by his own strong psychological quality. "It's okay, sir." He apologized with a smile, but Shen Yuhuai still rubbed the corner of his clothes very embarrassed, and Shen Yuhuai ran out before the shopkeeper walked out of the counter. "It's okay, shopkeeper! I will buy you an exact one!" This set of operations scared the shopkeeper so much that he had already disappeared when he rushed out the door. Shen Yuhuai stopped when he reached the corner, took a few breaths and stuck his head out. When he saw that the shopkeeper did not catch up, he strolled slowly down the street. He looked left and right, forgetting about the tea cup, and picked up a lot of rare gadgets during the trip. Although he had played with these in modern times, he firmly believed that they were different in ancient times. Until dusk, Shen Yuhuai used his last money to buy a tea cup and hurried back. When he walked to the door of the store, he was out of breath. When he looked up, he saw a familiar figure standing in front of the counter - Wen Wenfeng. He shouted a few words tentatively, but received no response. The shopkeeper on the side kept apologizing. "I'm sorry, sir! It's our fault for not taking a good look at your friend!" But Wen Wenfeng didn't listen to a word. He rushed over and hugged Shen Yuhuai, with endless words of longing in his mouth. It seemed that he had been wronged in every possible way. "Okay, brother. Haven't we seen each other for a day?" He raised his hand and patted Wen Wenfeng on the back, comforting him softly. "What did you call me?" Hearing "brother" Wen Wenfeng was a little surprised, but it was nothing when Shen Yuhuai had "come back". "Uh... Wen... Wen Wenfeng." He spoke awkwardly. The plan of calling people by their first names seems to be difficult for Shang Shen Yuhuai to accept. He apologized in embarrassment and smiled. He directly pulled Wen Wenfeng upstairs. As soon as he stepped into the door, Wen Wenfeng pressed him against the door frame. Shen Yuhuai swallowed. Everything that happened was beyond his comprehension. He cautiously opened his mouth and asked, "What's wrong?" Wen Wenfeng just bent down and hugged him. "It's okay, it's great to have you back..." Shen Yuhuai touched Wen Wenfeng's cheek, and the palm of his hand felt indeed rough and frosted. "Isn't it hot?" "No..." Shen Yuhuai smiled. He didn't know that his life would be surrounded by killings. Shen Yuhuai is always with him every time he goes on a mission, facing difficulties and obstacles. He has also grown a lot. I remember the last time he entangled Wen Wenfeng's hair two years later, the last time he listened to the laughter and laughter from the outside world, and the frequency of his last breathing, which was gentle and difficult. Wen Wenfeng caught all the farce in his eyes, but he did not stop it. He could only watch everything happen and silently deal with the aftermath. He did not bury Shen Yuhuai. He did not want to see Shen Yuhuai trapped underground. He just wanted to keep Shen Yuhuai by his side. Wen Wenfeng simply sacrificed half of his life just to protect Shen Yuhuai's body from decay. This is not a good deal from any angle, but in Wen Wenfeng's eyes, there is no difference between being dead without Shen Yuhuai. He returned to the cave where he lived and found a "silver woman" who lived on the top of the mountain. He went to the underworld just to see Shen Yuhuai for the last time. But in exchange, there was news that Shen Yuhuai's reincarnation was postponed. A thousand years, a thousand years, Wen Wenfeng's hair has already turned white. Looking at the slightly tired look in the mirror, he had no complaints. When he returned to the underworld within the prescribed period, he almost vomited blood. When he first stepped into the underworld, he raised his head slightly, only to find a figure at the window that he had been waiting for for a thousand years - Shen Yuhuai. Wen Wenfeng hurried to the back room only to find that Shen Yuhuai's name for him had changed again. He seemed surprised and a little surprised when he first saw him. "Today... Will it start now?" "What...?" "You, you, you... You are alive!" Shen Yuhuai's eyes widened, but this abnormal behavior made Wen Wenfeng very concerned. Ye Ya heard the sound and came over, but she felt guilty like a child who had done something wrong. He scratched the back of his head in embarrassment. It was all because she was too impatient at the time, which was why Shen Yuhuai failed to reincarnate. She found Ningchang and wanted to make up for it. When she relied on her connections to report to heaven, she was told that "Nuwa can only pinch children." There was no other way, Ye Ya could only follow Wen Wenfeng back to the mortal world. Take on the heavy responsibility of taking care of Shen Yuhuai full-time. Although it is a full-time job, Wen Wenfeng will hardly let Ye Ya get close to Shen Yuhuai. Only when Wen Wenfeng is really busy will he entrust her to her for a while. When Shen Yuhuai was three years old, Wen Wenfeng saw a familiar face on an advertisement for an orphanage. Although he was still young, Wen Wenfeng could tell at a glance that the moles were from him - Xie Shouyan. He went to the orphanage and went through the adoption procedures. At that time, his name was not Xie Shouyan, his name was Xie Kexun. But taking care of one was already busy enough. Wen Wenfeng simply threw Xie Shouyan to Ye Ya. 'Anyway, we are taking care of the children, and taking care of them is not taking care of them. ' Adhering to this kind of thinking successfully led to Xie Shouyan not being close to Wen Wenfeng at all when he grew up. The bridge between the two seems to be the adoption agreement. Xie Shouyan was the only human being in this family. Soon, his life reached his old age. Amidst Ye Ya's silence, the child he had held in his hands was sent to the funeral parlor. Wen Wenfeng only knew that it was raining that day, and that the life span of a child who grew up surrounded by inhumane people was so precious. His time was on accelerator. He is gradually getting older amidst the still young faces of those around him. This may be the meaning of life, which they have long been unable to realize. A hundred years later, Wen Wenfeng's life also came to an end. But the soul thread above his head still held his last breath. The body was eaten away. He looked so embarrassed. Wen Wenfeng told Ye Ya to cover Shen Yuhuai's eyes when he came in. But although Ye Ya did as she was told, Wen Wenfeng's state was clearly visible under the translucent fabric. Ye Ya guided Shen Yuhuai's hand to the soul line above Wen Wenfeng's head. But Shen Yuhuai's hand was trembling so much that it was difficult to even lift it up. Wen Wenfeng used up his last bit of strength but only said, "Let's do it..." Shen Yuhuai slumped on the chair. The hand that held Wen Wenfeng tightly could clearly feel the warmth of that hand. It was given by him and also his own temperature. Thousands of years of exhaustion made him disappear. Looking at the only clothes left on the bed, Shen Yuhuai couldn't hold back any longer. He was deeply affected by the death of his relatives. He completely closed himself up, and his heart immediately clenched when Ye Ya came to persuade him. Although he won't die. But it's really because he won't die. Shen Yuhuai had not eaten for several months and was no different from a skeleton, only his nose was still breathing. Ye Ya could only take him back to the underworld. Shen Yuhuai couldn't even do basic eating and walking. This made it even harder to conceal the sadness on Ye Ya's face. She hadn't cried in more than a thousand years, but tears welled up in the corners of her eyes. But Shen Yuhuai didn't even have the strength to speak. He realized he couldn't do this. Actively cooperate with the rehabilitation training Ye Ya did for him. But my overloaded body simply couldn't do it. Shen Yuhuai said that his body from thousands of years ago is still there. As if she had grasped a life-saving straw, Ye Ya immediately applied for another soul reincarnation from Ningqi. The reborn Shen Yuhuai walks around the world carrying Wen Wenfeng's baggage. He promised Wen Wenfeng to live well. Now he has done it. Only. He became the only relic left by Wen Wenfeng in this world. Concept: The ultimate impact of love on people