Fast time travel: The host takes his life and frantically teases and criticizes the villain

After blowing his hair, Yu Zhou changed his clothes again, and the two of them drove to the pass of Najin Mountain together.

It is said that this is the largest place to hang prayer flags in Lhasa.

Seen from a distance, the prayer flags on the pass flutter in the strong wind, and the five colors of red, yellow, green, blue and white are intertwined, and a layer of gorgeous colored silk is laid on the single-colored mountain top.

Before reaching the destination, the wind first sent over the beauty placed by the prayer flags.

At this time, many people were hanging prayer flags and praying at the pass, and they seemed to be tourists who had recently arrived in Lhasa.

The two bought the two longest prayer flags and hung them up together.

Yu Zhou looked at the prayer flags dancing in the wind in his hand, his eyes were a little hot.

He has rarely seen so many colors in his world, and he never wants to see them.

He also came to Tibet before because of shooting needs.

His colleagues all went to hang up the prayer flags, but he just watched.

He does not believe that hanging prayer flags can bring good luck.

I don't believe that these colorful prayer flags can accommodate my own dark world.

But with this person by his side, he doesn't need to think about these issues.

It's not that I didn't want to, it's just that I haven't met anyone who can do this together.

He has seen the colorful world, and the prayer flags are at his fingertips, as if all the darkness in the past has gone away.

Suddenly, his hands felt warm, and Yu Zhou turned his face to look.

Only suddenly, from the colorful prayer flags, I saw what I was asking for just now, and it was gradually approaching.

"Tell me, with so many prayer flags and so many wishes, can our wishes be heard?"

He squinted at the prayer flags dancing under the warm sun, everything in front of him was no longer empty, and the hope surging in the shadow of the flags was clearly visible.

"I don't know if God can hear you." Cheng Yan squeezed the young man's hand, looked back and smiled at him, "But, I can hear you."

Yu Zhou was dazzled by this smile, and immediately said with a smile: "Then tell me, what wish did I make?"

"I have to listen carefully—well, I heard, Xiaoyu wants to live happily with Cheng Yan for the rest of his life, I don't know what I heard, right?"

As he spoke, Cheng Yan moved closer, his eyes clearly reflected the figure of his sweetheart, and the smile in his eyes was extremely gentle.

Yu Zhou looked at his own reflection in his eyes, and felt that there seemed to be a bottomless whirlpool in those eyes, which kept pulling him, making him sink deeper and deeper, unable to extricate himself.

"Ok?"

Cheng Yan got closer, and all the breath sprayed in his breath fell on Yu Zhou's face, which was warm and itchy, like a small hook, which kept him falling.

"No, no, you're being sentimental."

Yu Zhou woke up suddenly, feeling ashamed and pushed him away.

But his blushing face made his words completely unconvincing.

Then he felt that he was at a disadvantage, so Yu Zhou turned his face away again.

"My promise is not that simple."

It's as interesting as it is to hide it.

Cheng Yan suddenly realized "Oh~".

The intentionally elongated ending is full of petting.

Cheng Yan: "It seems that I made it too simple."

Yu Zhou was taken aback, and the hand hanging by his side slowly squeezed the hem of his clothes.

"Ahem." He put his hand to his lips and coughed twice, hiding the smile on his lips.

"The villain's blackening value is 10%."

"The wind is too strong, why don't you go back?" Cheng Yan held his hands in his palms and gently rubbed them to dispel the coolness.

The two walked down the pass hand in hand, their backs fell on the surging prayer flags, they danced shoulder to shoulder, and the transition between succession and reunion was full of lingering love.

"Ah, ah, little universe! I heard that right, it's a little universe!"

"Mr. Cheng's nickname is so cute, our Zhouzhou is a small universe!"

"Mr. Cheng is so good at it. Why didn't I see it before? I thought Cheng was always a straight man."

"It seems that I promised it was too simple, no, no, no, it's not simple, Mr. Cheng is not simple at all, why is it more exciting to see these two people falling in love than I am talking about myself?!"

"This back view, a crazy screenshot!"

"..."

009 saw the host sitting in the car and finally had time to take care of himself, and said cheerfully: "Host, the task is about to be completed, I'm really happy to congratulate you."

"I'm going to stay in this world for decades, isn't it a waste for you?" Cheng Yan suddenly thought of this question.

"The host doesn't have to worry about me. I can pull the time progress bar. For you, it's decades, but for me it's only a matter of seconds."

"So you won't bother me for decades?"

009's smile collapsed: "Okay, you think I'm disturbing your two-person world."

Cheng Yan nodded approvingly: "You are very smart."

"Pfft—" 009 was speechless.

After returning, the two strolled around Barkhor Street, and then chose a nearby restaurant for dinner.

Cheng Yan knew that Yu Zhou was not used to Tibetan food, so he ordered the home-cooked dishes he used to eat.

Yu Zhou picked up a piece of meat for Cheng Yan, "I want to visit the Jokhang Temple in the afternoon."

"Okay." Cheng Yan ate the meat he picked up, "I happen to be visiting this old place too."

Yu Zhou raised his eyes, "Have you been there?"

"Many years ago, I don't know if the Jokhang Temple is still the same."

Cheng Yan's words carried a sense of the vicissitudes of time.

Yu Zhou lowered his eyes slightly, always feeling that the "many years ago" he said was different from what he understood.

Of course it is different. Cheng Yan lived in the original world for nearly 2000 years, during which he experienced the construction and destruction of the Jokhang Temple.

In the era of his death, no one in that world believed in these nihilistic beliefs.

Counting it, he has not seen the Jokhang Temple for more than 500 years.

This world is very similar to his world, I don't know if the Jokhang Temple is the same.

The Jokhang Temple has a history of more than 300 years since it was built. Time has left indelible traces on it, but it has also been repaired time after time to retain its original appearance as much as possible.

Although it has been a long time, Cheng Yan stood on this land, but the picture in front of him was so vivid.

He and Fu Xu had been injured here for half a year, and they are very familiar with every flower and grass here, even though they are quite different now.

Cheng Yan looked sideways at Yu Zhou beside him, with the corners of his lips slightly raised.

Unexpectedly, when I revisited the old place, I was still surrounded by the same person.

Sensing Cheng Yan's gaze, Yu Zhou's doubts grew deeper.

"You seem to like this place very much?" But it seems that, through the scene in front of you, you are looking further afield.

"You like it too." Cheng Yan came back to his senses and replied ambiguously.

There was a touch of surprise in Yu Zhou's eyes, how did he see it?As if you didn't do anything?

Seeing him puzzled, Cheng Yan just smiled and said nothing.

"Tsk tsk, host, if you are not so obsessed with swordsmanship, you have lived for such a long time, how could you not see a single old friend."

009 was made fun of just now, and now he is taking advantage of the opportunity to mock his host.

"You're right." Cheng Yan still agreed.

"However, the way of swordsmanship is what I seek. On the way of pursuing the great way, I will definitely lose something. It is also because of the sword that I am lucky enough to meet you, 009. Although I also said that I am tired of practicing swordsmanship, the way I seek It won't get boring."

009 suddenly let go of his strength, the host always has this ability to dissolve people's emotions, and it is also very sincere, which really makes him helpless.

No, but the host clearly didn't say that before.

Didn't he say that he practiced swords because he had nothing to do?

Tch, a man's mouth, a deceitful ghost.