The arrogant and frivolous dog licking world's ceiling of respectability x the gentle and lonely master who is forced to fish
Zuo Quchuan is the prince of the demon world who does not want to be the emperor. He only wants to travel for fun and admire his charming appearance, instead of intervening in state affairs in the court every day.
But it was calculated that he would be an emperor for eternity.
The fortune teller, male, is Wen Xuan, the master of Shenxing Pavilion. He looks very good and is suitable for being remembered by him.
So Wen Xuan became a taboo for Zuo Quchuan. When an outsider mentioned it, he listened quietly and then said with a smile: "He has a problem with me."
The raised eyebrows were full of teasing. He originally thought that he and Pavilion Master Wen were avoiding each other and not meeting each other.
But in the snowy mountain, Wen Xuan's hand protected the back of his head.
He had seen those hands, and they were all scratched by rocks. At that time, he was blinded by the wind and sand. He pressed Wen Xuan against the wall and listened to the other party's joke.
When he became a demon, it was Wen Xuan who guarded him, causing time to become chaotic.
The firelight flickered in the cave, and Wen Xuan sat on the stone and took a nap. He crouched under the stone and looked up at him. Without making a sound, when Wen Xuan woke up and met her eyes, he smiled and said, "Brother Wen, you are so beautiful."
The firelight engulfed the shadows on the wall.
He originally thought that after leaving the snowy mountains, the two would go their separate ways again, but their fates were intertwined, and he needed someone who could be by his side.
He couldn't think of a name other than Wen Xuan for that person. It's the extreme tacit understanding when the mystery is broken, it's the look in the eyes, I believe you without words, or the exchange of weapons without saying hello.
He thought this was called a confidant. Until someone exposed him, he suddenly understood that he liked Wen Xuan.
So climbing over walls, giving gifts, and confessing became Zuo Quchuan's daily routine.
He poured out his love freely in Wen Xuan's territory and teased him. Sometimes when he was punished, he would look at Wen Xuan with a straight face and say, "Why are you so attractive to others?"
Wen Xuan would just lightly raise her eyelids and say, "Have you eaten too many red beans?"
He laughed, thinking that if life were to be as trivial and ordinary as this, it would be nice to talk and laugh.
But later, the evil spirit got out of control, the three realms were in chaos, Wen Xuan's sister died, his friends betrayed him, and he lost his father and brother and was forced to take the throne.
With no way out, he went to Shenxing Pavilion at night, only to find that Wen Xuan had gone to retreat. There was no greeting, no deadline, just a faint "sorry" from the maid.
But when he was pretending to be nice to everyone, it was Wen Xuanye who broke into the Demon Palace and saw his disguise, and it was Wen Xuan who hugged him without saying anything.
The silence left behind tells of heartache.
Zuo Quchuan leaned on his shoulder and shed his first tear. That night Zuo Quchuan thought he had kept him.
But later Wen Xuan pushed him further and further away without explanation or reason.
From his distant address during the day, Zuo Quchuan clearly saw the restraint in his eyes and slowly found out the reason.
He smiled, it doesn't matter, you can continue chasing, or you can risk your life.
So Xiaoqu watched the stars again last night.
Reading guide: Shuangjie, Shuangqiang, he, mainly writing. The whole text is partial to group portraits. The process is very violent, watch with caution.
Intention: A hundred lights shine brightly, thousands of miles are bright