Reborn as the little tail of the cool master

Chu Huaizhou put down the oil-paper umbrella, reached out to help him up, and scolded with a smile: "You are already a grown-up, why are you crying and making a fuss after falling down?"

Xiao Jingxuan's slender eyebrows were also wrinkled, and his long eyelashes were wet. He did not hold the hand of his junior uncle, but rolled it again.

Chu Huaizhou narrowed his eyes unexpectedly, his face full of worry: What kind of childish temper is this person throwing again? Crying so hard that he is almost dead.

He treated himself as a treasure and held up a painted clay figurine in front of his junior master.

Unfortunately, it is a clay sculpture. Once it comes into contact with snow, it melts and fades, turning into a blurry patch of colors, and the face can't be seen clearly.

Seeing Xiao Jingxuan's grief over the loss of his beloved, Chu Huaizhou looked at him carefully but couldn't figure out what was going on.

"What? Why is it so ugly?" Chu Huaizhou commented bluntly, "So, you are crying because this thing broke?"

"I...?" Xiao Jingxuan was so shocked that tears were hanging on his eyelashes, and he looked cute in his confusion. "Is this ugly?"

Chu Huaizhou tilted his head in confusion, "Isn't this ugly?"

Xiao Jingxuan was still lying in the snow. He turned over in disbelief and turned his beloved clay doll towards himself.

"Hey? Where's my junior master's chubby face? And those big watery eyes? How big is he?"

He started to whine twice more.

"What? Are you stupid?" Chu Huaizhou complained softly, glancing at him with disdain, "Stop crying, aren't you ashamed?"

"There's nothing to be ashamed of in front of the person you like." Xiao Jingxuansheng lay on the snow with no hope in his heart.

Chu Huaizhou was caught off guard by his sudden statement that he liked her, and his ears turned red with shock. "Even if it's not embarrassing, why don't you stand up and talk first? The ground is cool, and it's all covered with fallen snow."

He seemed to mutter to himself, "My clay sculpture of Junior Master is broken. I'm not happy and don't want to get up."

It was winter evening and the cold was getting worse. Although the air was chilly, it was also rare and fresh. Flying snowflakes fell on shoulders and hair.

Chu Huaizhou's face was pale, and his thin lips were even paler in color. Snowflakes melted at the corners of his warm mouth, shimmering with watery light.

"It's just a clay doll. If it breaks, it breaks. I can go down the mountain and find someone to make it again the next day."

He put his hands under Xiao Jingxuan's armpits and picked him up from the snow as if he was holding a child.

He looked doting and accommodating, and gently patted the snow off his body, "Like a child who lost his toy."

Chu Huaizhou bent down again and picked up the shapeless clay doll in the snow. "You came all the way to Fuguang Hall just to show me this?"

"Not entirely." Xiao Jingxuan shook off the snowflakes on his head, "I mainly want to see Junior Master."

The snow falls non-stop, slowly and slowly.

In this mortal world, snow should be spotless and at peace with the world, but it falls on the treetops and on each other's eyes.

Chu Huaizhou suddenly opened his eyes, silently and suddenly realized that the figure he saw in the vast snow was the one in his heart.

White jade weighs down the branches, the wind blows without leaving a trace. The mountains are shrouded in mist, and snow is flying all over the sky. It was originally a dream, but it makes me feel cold.

Cold snow in front of the door, warm hearted people in the house. Rootless water, cold flowers, permeate the sky, fall into the heart.

Cover the sky, hide the earth, do not cover those who are determined, and do not let down those who are in love.

Xiao Jingxuan thought to himself, what exactly is he to this junior uncle who brought him back to the human world?

Through the snowflakes that obstructed his vision, Chu Huaizhou stared at him calmly, his eyes dull but with voice.

'I am the withering late spring, the drowning summer heat, the rotting late autumn, and the freezing winter.'

"But, ever since you brought your scorching breath and forcibly tore open my indifferent exterior, I have become the four seasons without a view."

Therefore, to him, Xiao Jingxuan is the early spring when a dead tree meets the rain, the midsummer when the scorching heat meets the ice, the late autumn when the body regenerates after decay, and the midwinter when the plum blossoms meet the snow.

"Uncle Junior Master." Xiao Jingxuan's fingertips lightly touched Chu Huaizhou's cheek, "You don't look well."

The cold wind made his face pale, but his ears hidden under his hair contrasted with the whiteness of the ferret.

The red one is quite eye-catching.

Chu Huaizhou had never expected or fantasized that he could be with Xiao Jingxuan.

So even though ten days and half a month had passed, he still felt that everything was like a dream.

After the relationship was broken, he always felt uncomfortable and embarrassed when he was alone with Xiao Jingxuan.

It was a normal action under normal circumstances. The two people who knew each other's feelings felt embarrassed when they did it again.

The moment the warm fingertips touched him, Chu Huaizhou subconsciously wanted to step back, but after taking only half a step back, he began to regret it.

They are a pair of like-minded Taoists, and there is no one around at the moment, so he shouldn't be so serious and follow the rules.

Fortunately, Xiao Jingxuan was a gangster. He immediately reached out and grabbed his narrow waist, and pulled him into his arms forcefully and paranoidly.

"Uncle Junior Master, don't even think about running away."

Although Chu Huaizhou was frightened by his sudden action and his pupils trembled, he had to admit that this was the most effective way for him.

He is thin-skinned and easily shy. He never takes the initiative to say what he wants, let alone do it.

Even though he would be shy, he would still try his best to satisfy or respond to Xiao Jingxuan's excessive requests.

Chu Huaizhou slowly raised his hand and gently placed it on his broad and strong back, his face tense, "I don't want to run away."

"Junior Master, you are avoiding me intentionally or unintentionally." My wrist was suddenly grabbed and stroked in the broad palm.

The man's voice, with some weak grievance, came from the side of his ear, "I have always wondered if Junior Master Uncle doesn't want to see me...?"

"I didn't!" Chu Huaizhou denied it immediately. The uneasiness and anxiety in his heart turned into a slight red on the tips of his ears.

"Why not?" Xiao Jingxuan loosened his shoulders slightly and stared at him with deep eyes.

"When I looked over, Junior Master-Uncle clearly made eye contact with me, but he deliberately and indifferently avoided looking away."

"I want to hold your hand more often, but Junior Master Uncle always walks in the crowd with many people and eyes."

"I can't even touch you then."

Chu Huaizhou racked his brains to think of a reason, and after a while he said, "I'm just not used to it yet... I don't know how to be alone with you."

"Take your time." Xiao Jingxuan stepped back, slightly increasing the distance between them. "I will give Junior Master some time and space."

The two of them looked at each other stupidly in the wind and snow for a while. Xiao Jingxuan couldn't bear it anymore and went forward to hug him tightly.

"Uncle Junior Master, I can't stand it."

"Little Master, only in Fuguang Hall can I love you, hug you, and kiss you without any scruples."

"It's only a short time, why are you pushing me away?"

Chu Huaizhou was flustered by his low and hoarse voice, and his cheeks became hot in the cold wind.

"I won't push you away."

Xiao Jingxuan's hot breath, powerful hormones, and passionate voice wrapped him tightly.

He raised his head and stared deeply into Chu Huaizhou's eyes, "So, Junior Master, can I stay overnight in Fuguang Hall tonight?"