No one knows whether he had long or short hair in the past. If it was long hair, it would have been cut very irregularly, as if it had been cut casually with scissors at different angles. If it was short hair, it would have grown to an awkward point where it was slightly touching the shoulders and uneven. In front of her face is a slanted bang, just above her right eye. His dark middle hair is clean, but slightly messy, like someone who is not good at taking care of it. His left eye was wrapped with gauze tape. It was unclear whether he was injured, sick, or damaged. The narrow right eye showed a little tiredness, as if he lacked interest in everything he saw. The strange thing is that the color of his eyes is as dark blue as the midnight sky. This cold color is not the same as that of ordinary people. Is it because he has some illness, or has alien blood from outside the country, or is it because of his identity as a monster?
As for his clothes, his dress was neither fancy nor plain, and even the word decent was not suitable to describe it. His clothes were made of good material and dark and cold in color, like clothes worn on solemn occasions. But he just put his coat on his body casually, and his seemingly slim and incompetent body was wrapped under the clothes, which looked a bit empty. He was not standing straight, with his body tilted back slightly and his arms folded. The hand pressed underneath is also carrying a leather wine bag. The pattern on the wine bag is relatively simple, but full of exotic style. Maybe he really has some distant bloodline.
If he had dressed up properly instead of looking so slovenly, he might have been a handsome man. It's just that he exudes a subtle temperament from the inside out, not just that suffocating feeling, but also something else. No one wants to give him any advice, no one wants to take the initiative to talk to him, and no one wants to have any additional interactions with him. However, such people may only be of the same sex, and the opposite sex is easily attracted to such a temperament. It is a kind of melancholy that fascinates many women. It seemed like he was thinking, like he was troubled by something, like something happened that disturbed his mood, but the person involved just thought quietly without saying a word. No one would want to interrupt him, as if something terrible would happen instead of being stared at by the only remaining eye. At the same time, a kind of rebellion is faintly revealed in his posture, reflecting the beauty of contradiction and harmony. He lurked silently behind his emotions, waiting for the daring and disobedient voice to appear.
Gloom and ridicule, exhaustion and arrogance, rebelliousness and cynicism...these complex things converge in such eyes, waiting for opportunities to move.
Ye Yinquan woke up from his dream.
She gasped for air, trying to suppress her racing heart. It seemed like it was going crazy, struggling to escape from the ribs that imprisoned it. Yin Huan sat up from the bed and held his chest firmly, trying to calm it down. But as if this was not enough, she got out of bed, stumbled to the table, and drank the remaining water in the pot.
The cold water seemed to calm her heart down a bit. She looked around. This was the familiar room where she stayed. She "borrowed" some money from the old woman who took care of her before. She knew it belonged to Shui Wujun, so she dared to take it. Even so, it troubled her conscience for many days. She kept a lot, but only took a small part, and even then she didn't use it casually. If she could meet a reliable and kind-hearted person to take her in, she would express her gratitude with gestures, stay one night, and do some small jobs that could help.
Daybreak comes earlier than usual, and the shadows of spring are already appearing. She sat on the stool and sighed slightly.
"You're having a nightmare."
Yin Huan was startled and immediately stood up and looked around to make sure there was only one person in the room. She thought for a moment and realized it might be a familiar voice. Although she was no longer sure whether she had heard this voice before, but judging from the source of the voice - her brain, and the tone of voice, it might be Yingyue-kun.
"How could you... talk to me like this? Never before."
Her brain was in turmoil, trying to form a coherent sentence. People's thoughts are always fragmented, and many things appear in the form of thoughts and cannot be considered complete things. Only the owner of the head clearly understands what these thoughts mean and represent. Yin Huan was afraid that his expression was not adequate, so he thought about this sentence again seriously.
"Well, it's rarely like this. Sometimes I can talk directly while people are awake. Although you can't see me, it's not bad, right? Your physique is very suitable for communicating with me like this, which saves a lot of trouble. And , thank you for trusting me."
"What? This is a bit strange," Yin Huan frowned and tried to explain, "Then isn't it clear what I am thinking?"
Her hands were gesticulating involuntarily, even though she knew very well that there was no one watching.
"That's not necessarily true," Lord Yingyue said in a different voice, "People's thoughts are very hidden and often appear in ways that only they can understand. And don't underestimate your little brain. Human beings can change their minds in a short time. The thinking that can be done within is very rich, only what you really grasp is the key points needed at the moment. Only with the permission of your subconscious mind can thoughts be invaded - of course, excluding some bad spells. And few people Being able to withstand such a massive amount of information being processed simultaneously. Winning control of the body also requires the real permission of the original owner. You see, I can only respond if you seriously come up with a complete sentence."
What Ying Yuejun said was probably true, and Yin Huan breathed a sigh of relief. After all, no matter how noble and upright a person is, it is somewhat uncomfortable to have his or her inner thoughts spied upon. Who hasn’t ordered privacy yet? Now, the courtyard is still very quiet, I'm afraid this family hasn't woken up yet. They are a kind old couple who depend on each other for life. Yin Huan carefully cleaned the entire house, as if no one had ever been here, and then quietly left. She didn't want the old man to know that it would cause trouble.
After walking two streets, the sky was brighter. There were not many pedestrians on the street yet, but the crowing of roosters appeared one after another, and occasionally when passing one or two houses, dogs barked in the courtyard. It was a little more lively, but Yin Huan didn't notice it. Her mind was still a little confused and her mental state was a little confused.
Why would you dream about someone like that? She couldn't remember anything from the past at all. After adulthood, dreams were always forgotten quickly. There were only fragments scattered here and there that couldn't be put together. As time went by, they became more and more faded. When she woke up completely, the only thing left in her mind was the melancholy male's eyes. And this person - she had an impression.
"That's a very powerful person."
"Oh, you scared me to death, don't speak suddenly..."
Yin Huan, who was walking on the street, immediately paused. Fortunately, no one noticed anything unusual about her.
"Don't be nervous. If you hadn't dreamed of that person, I wouldn't have been able to come back to you in time."
"Who is he? No, how can you peek into my dreams?"
It couldn't be said that he was displeased, but Yin Huan was a little reluctant, which was normal. Yingyue Jun explained:
"To me, dreams are just as wonderful and ordinary places as your world. When dreaming, people's spirits are very relaxed, and I can come and go freely. There are not many conditions like talking to you now. If You still don't trust me very much, and I can't even have such a simple conversation now. The man you dreamed about, but I have searched for important goals thousands of times in people's thoughts like a sea. Don't you remember, Have you seen it?"
"Have you seen him before? I just think he looks familiar."
"Although you may not be able to remember it, if you have given me permission like you do now, I can be sure that there is indeed this memory in the depths of your mind. You were still young at that time, and you were still young. It’s not surprising that you will fall in love with others inexplicably during the season!”
"Who likes someone else!" Yin Huan almost quarreled with her in his own head, "I'll forget about him, okay?"
"Don't panic, good memories are always worth collecting. You two met each other once, which helped me a lot. After all, he is not a beautiful person himself. He is very dangerous."
"You've been talking about all this nonsense since just now, and I haven't understood a word of it. After all, who is he? I've already remembered it. You should explain it more clearly."
This village is not big, and Yin Huan originally lived on the outside of the village. While she was "speaking", there were no buildings in front of her, but she could still see the village when she looked back. But at this moment, Yin Huan almost bumped into someone. She was indeed a little distracted while walking, so she apologized and immediately bowed again and again. The other voice in my head disappeared, as if it had slipped away.
However, it is not easy to bump into someone on such a spacious plain.
She raised her head and saw someone...a strange person.
"Ah, ah... uh--well, you are that girl, I have seen you."
Yin Hu felt strange. Has she never seen such a person? The person facing him was a very tall woman, about thirty years old, with a deep and deep voice. She was not old but older than she looked. Her hair was cut relatively short, with long, thin locks tied at the back. The hair color is originally black, but there is a strand of white spreading from the bangs to the ends. Her bangs are very long, almost completely covering her eyes, making it difficult to judge her mood. Her skin was very white, almost pale. She has a well-proportioned figure, but is very tall and looks a little thin, which makes her purple robe a little loose.
"Hmm? No, you're not that one. Well, how should I put it, you seem to be the other one, you two are very similar. It's just..."
Before Yin Huan could try to explain anything, the man was talking to himself.
Her words were broken and twisted.
