Maybe it's just Tan Qing's unfounded psychological feeling.

But at the moment He Mingyu held the umbrella for him, it seemed that even the sound of the wind was temporarily quiet.

The umbrella that was blown slightly obliquely, and He Mingyu's figure in front of him.

Let Tan Qing suddenly have the illusion of a reversal of time and space.

It seems that there has been such a scene before.

There were also people who stood in front of him during this thunderstorm.

Tan Qing opened her mouth and said nothing, but a mouthful of blood spattered out.

It just happened to splash on the meticulous white collar that He Mingyu had always folded.

In an instant, the collar, which had been soaked only by rain, was dyed the same blood red as Tan Qing's shirt.

Tan Qing wrinkled her nose and sniffed the muddy and **** air, then coughed a few times, and finally cursed He Mingyu slowly and very aggressively: "Are you a fool..."

He Mingyu: "..."

He Mingyu's face was sullen, looking like he wanted to put Tan Qing away on the spot.

then.

He Mingyu raised his hand.

Tan Qing's neck shrank in fright. As the blood leaked out, she was still talking about troubles: "Hey... don't be like this, cough cough, cough, cough, cough, cough, don’t beat them... …"

However, that hand did not fall on Tan Qing's head.

The thumb of his right hand fell extremely softly on the corner of Tan Qing's mouth.

She seemed to be afraid of Tan Qing's pain and crying.

Little by little, slowly wiped off the blood on the corners of Tan Qing's lips.

Then he hugged Tan Qing and leaned against the tree.

By the almost faint moonlight.

He Mingyu discovered that Tan Qing could not find a place to comfort him.

covered in wounds.

Bloodstained.

finally.

He Mingyu rubbed Tan Qing's hair that was messier than a chicken coop with his other hand.

The water slid down Tan Qing's hair.

Tan Qing raised her eyes subconsciously and met He Mingyu's sight.

He Mingyu stopped in front of him, only guarding him, without saying a word.

After the silence of the eyes facing each other.

A strange thought suddenly popped into Tan Qing's mind--

This seems to be the first time He Mingyu has not corrected his swearing.

He also scolded He Mingyu.

Alas.

Enough book, enough book.

Take the opportunity to curse a few more words.

Tan Qing can't move anywhere, and it hurts so much. He only has a mouth that can run the train as usual: "You don't argue that you are stupid! Do you think you are stupid too?"

He Mingyu looked at the relationship with a deep gaze, but still didn't say a word.

Tan Qing was stared inexplicably with a guilty conscience, and turned away from her eyes: "Oh, stupid human beings, please go back quickly and don't get in the way here..."

"Does it hurt?"

He Mingyu asked two words suddenly.

Tan Qing scolded righteously. She didn't hear clearly for a while. After a two-second pause, she glanced at He Mingyu again: "Ah? Oh... it doesn't hurt, it doesn't feel anything, you go back first...cough cough cough, accompany the boy. Let's play."

"Is it?"

In the pouring rain, He Mingyu's voice was indescribably cold, "Then you will die?"

Tan Qing: "..."

This question is very good.

Fatal problem.

Tan Qing didn't know how to answer for a while, so she could only think hard for a while, and honestly said, "I don't know... Actually, the demon shouldn't live in this world."

Deceptive and impermanent.

Heaven, earth and human relations, all immortals and ghosts, gods and Buddhas.

Only monsters are intolerable in the world.

But even if it is not tolerated, he has been secretly alive for so long.

Tan Qing sighed, looked at He Mingyu pitifully, and wanted to raise his hand to push him, but couldn't raise him, so he could only curl his lips: "Monsters are bad anyway."

"who said it?"

He Mingyu's voice seemed cooler than the rain in the sound of the rain.

I don’t know if I’m afraid that Tan Qing didn’t hear clearly, He Mingyu asked again, "Who said that?"

Tan Qing: "Huh?"

Tan Qing recalled seriously, and said aggrieved: "Daddy said... he told me more than two thousand years ago."

"Well, that was your dad who lied to you."

He Mingyu bowed his head and kissed Tan Qing, "No one is bad. Tan Qing, to me, you are the best."

Tan Qing: "..."

I have to tell him a couple of love words when I die.

Even death does not allow him to die steadily.

The salty smell of rain slid along the corners of He Mingyu's mouth into Tanqing's lips, mixed with the unique warmth of humans, and warm Tanqing was a little dazed.

It's sad again.

Tan Qing finally lost the strength to continue swearing.

He tried to hook Gouhe Mingyu with his foot, and said dumbly: "Go back, I shouldn't leave any bones, and no one will let you recognize the corpse. Leave me alone."

Even if this time has come.

Tan Qing's voice still had a bit of aegis.

It's like asking for money the first time I meet him, asking for money the second time, and the third time...

Tan Qing lightly tugged at his hanging sleeves: "He Mingyu, you have to work hard to live long. Don't dream of seeing me in hell. If you are so good, you will definitely go to heaven. I So bad..."

Ugh.

Tan Qing really didn’t want to tell He Mingyu that he might be hacked to death without even having to go to hell, so he could only stubbornly push himself into He Mingyu’s chest and rubbed it twice: "Okay, humans, this fox told You can get out of here."

He Mingyu: "..."

He Mingyu was so angry with Tanqing that he didn't know whether to be angry or to laugh, but Tanqing could not find even an inch intact on his body.

The hand that was originally entrusted to Tan Qing's head hesitated again and again, but still couldn't change it to another place.

In the rain curtain that is almost foggy.

He Mingyu took off his coat and put it on Tan Qing. After all, he still did not pursue his undue speech, but touched his cold face: "Don't go."

Tan Qing was taken aback for a moment, and the only black eye that could move voluntarily looked at him roundly.

He Mingyu rarely laughs, but at this time he smiled gently at Tan Qing: "It's okay, baby. It's okay, don't be afraid, I'll be with you."

Tan Qing: "..."

Tan Qing's articulate mouth was very rare and stagnated, and he took a stiff sentence: "Bah, baah, I'm not afraid!"

He Mingyu nodded, then kissed Tan Qing’s already soaked hair: "Okay. If you die, I will be with you. In this way, you won’t see your corpse, your bones, and you won’t see it. You become ugly. Is this good?"

Tan Qing: "..."

Spicy Chicken He Mingyu.

Mind-reading is illegal.

Tan Qing bared his teeth, wanted to talk again, and shivered in pain.

The rain seeped in from the wound, and it became more and more unbearable over time.

And just as Tan Qing gritted her teeth and prepared to wait for this wave of pain to pass--

He Mingyu stretched out his hand and took him into his arms.

Gently touched Tanqing's ear: "Qingqing, my mother called me on the way I drove over. He said that he put the little yellow duck in his bib when he took a bath and said he wanted to give it to Dad."

Tan Qing's thin and slender body shook a bit, revealing two butterfly bones on the shoulder blades that were about to fly.

He Mingyu stretched out his hand to protect the position of the heart behind Tan Qing, and slowly said: "I asked my mother to give the phone to my son. The son is very good. He has learned to count one plus one, and read it to me."

Tan Qing: "..."

A violent cramp passed.

Tan Qing let out a sigh of relief, and groaned half-deadly: "You are not yet, hurry back..."

However, He Mingyu held Tan Qing firmly again and pressed his eartips: "So I told my son that if Rare and Ba Ba didn't go home, he would also grow up well, be filial to grandma and grandpa, and be a responsible person. A responsible adult."

Tan Qing: "..."

He Mingyu: "My son said yes."

In the freezing rain.

A drop of warm object hit He Mingyu's neck.

He Mingyu kissed Tanqing's profile: "Baby, don't cry."