Brilliant thorn

The sparkling light reflected in the eyes, disturbing the mind of the master.

The little mute was dazed for a long time before he blushed belatedly.

He splashed a handful of water on his face, and the heat still persisted, so he simply took a deep breath and plunged into the water, diving deeper into the mountain spring.

The cool water gradually calmed him down, and he began to search among the ostentatious aquatic plants.It took half an hour to finally find the lost mask in the sand at the bottom of the spring.

After climbing ashore, he shook his head and lay exhausted on the rocks on the river beach.

Holding up the mask, most of the sunlight was instantly covered, and only two beams of light leaked through the holes in the eyes and sprinkled on the boy's wet face.

He raised his neck and looked around, no one was there, then lay back down again, and carefully covered his face with the mask.

The mask was slightly larger than his face, and it was misaligned at first, blocking his line of sight, it was pitch black, and his nose was knocked.

He fumbled awkwardly, and when he opened his eyes again, he was caught off guard, and the blue pupils were shriveled by the fierce sunlight.

When a cat encounters danger, its pupils suddenly narrow into a vertical slit.

After getting used to it, the pupils of the eyes gradually dilated again, and returned to their usual harmless, even a soft and shy smile.

The young man blinked his eyelashes and looked around strangely through the mask. His field of vision was the same as usual, but the scene he saw had truly changed.

The sky is bluer, the water is clearer, and the leaves are greener and more lively.

He was reluctant to return the mask.

But if he doesn't pay back... I'm afraid the little master won't see him again.

Thinking of the excited but silent kiss just now, the little mute bit his lower lip and closed his eyes, the heat that had just subsided spread to his cheeks again.

Why did the little master kiss himself?Is... Do you like it?Since you like it, why do you run away?Are you really just afraid of being seen?

He pursed his lips tightly, wondering if the little master would be the same as him now, reminiscing about what happened just now.At the same time, I really want to tell him that he really doesn't care about being beautiful or ugly.

"Are you asleep?"

The sudden sound above his head startled the young man, he opened his eyes abruptly and got up, which in turn frightened the person who appeared suddenly.

"Aiyo!" Tang Yun took two steps back, patted her chest and exaggeratedly said, "What are you doing all of a sudden? Please be careful, please?"

The little mute stared at him vigilantly, without saying a word.

Tang Yun said: "What kind of eyes are you looking at? After all, we have lived together for so long, so we are at least half friends, right?"

"..." The young man hid the mask behind his back, and asked cautiously, "Why did you come here?"

Tang Yun also wanted to ask Fu Shaoyu why he asked him to come here.

In broad daylight, his young master didn't know how to avoid suspicion, and came to him with a flushed face and panting, and hurriedly asked him to come to the back mountain to pick him up, without even wearing a mask.Asked him what happened, but refused to answer, Tang Yun was completely at a loss.

"Why else? Naturally, the pavilion master is looking for you." Tang Yun had no choice but to bring out Cui Yushu as an excuse, "There will be a martial arts competition in two days, don't be lazy, and come back with me."

The boy didn't explain, and quietly stuffed the mask under his clothes, and walked back with Tang Yun.

"Don't hide it, I've seen it all," Tang Yun saw his little movements clearly, thought for a while, and asked tentatively: "This mask looks so familiar, it seems to be worn by the special envoy sent by the Demon Sect, do you know it?" ah?"

The little mute shook his head.

"Then why is his mask here with you?"

As soon as the words fell, Tang Yun felt the thorns on the people around him. He didn't notice it, and continued: "Did you pick it up by accident?" He casually glanced at the little mute, "Don't blame me for not reminding you. You, don't pick up things casually, in case someone with a heart sees it and goes to the pavilion master to report that you have a close relationship with the special envoy of the Devil's Cult, you just wait to be clicked."

He made a gesture of wiping his neck.

The boy paused and said in a muffled voice, "No."

I don't know if it means that no one will find out, or that Cui Yushu will not kill him.

"Why not? You are too simple," Tang Yun said seriously, "Do you think that the Devil's Cult and Stepping on the Immortal Pavilion are really safe? Stepping on the Immortal Pavilion is a crime of apostasy! If the leader of the Devil's Cult is willing to let it go easily, You won’t send special envoys of Laoshizi to come here every year. The pavilion master is eager to let those special envoys who come to monitor him die. Don’t be deceived by the superficial appearance. In short, don’t be stupid and wading into the muddy water, stay away from those two people, you know Yet?"

The little mute bit his lip and stopped talking. Tang Yun clicked until he stopped, waving his folding fan and speeding up his pace, complaining: "There are too many mosquitoes, why are you running around the back hill because you have nothing to do? Walk faster."

When I returned to Taxian Pavilion, it was almost dusk. While most of the people were eating, Tang Yun dragged the little mute to a room and urged, "Throw it away."

"……what?"

"Oh, I said so much just now, did you ignore it?"

Tang Jun inserted the folding fan into the back of his neck and collar, and was about to take out the mask in the little mute's arms. Out of instinctive precautions, the young man blocked it with a horizontal fist. Tang Yun was unprepared, and was hit on the tip of the nose On the ground, tears burst out of the eyes.

"You..." Tang Yun was so angry that her hands shook, she covered her sore nose and was speechless for a while.

It happened that Chufeng came back from the outside and saw the two confronting each other in the corridor, and whistled: "What are you doing?"

Tang Yun pushed the boy violently, and the mask hidden under the skirt fell to the ground. The little mute wanted to bend down to pick it up, but Tang Yun hugged him by the waist and quickly dragged him away from the scene.

As soon as Chufeng picked up the mask, the window was pushed open from the room, and Fu Shaoyu asked, "What's going on?"

"This question should be answered by the young master?" Chu Feng shook the things in his hand, and there was a deep smile on his brows.

Fu Shaoyu leaned forward to snatch the mask back, and said angrily, "Don't meddle in your own business."

But Chufeng seemed to have seen through everything, and reminded: "It's okay to play, but don't be sincere." Fu Shaoyu looked over calmly, he shrugged, and said casually: "Tomorrow we will leave. Can you take him away?"

"Tomorrow?" Fu Shaoyu frowned, so suddenly?

"The secret room has been found," Chu Feng jumped into the room and said softly, "It's at Que Ling Terrace. The day after tomorrow, Xiao Tang and Tang will compete. Cui Yushu will temporarily leave his lair. That's our only chance. So tomorrow we must Farewell to him, if something goes wrong, it is convenient to run away, as long as the surname Cui can't catch anyone, he can't find trouble with Chiyue Sect."

Fu Shaoyu seemed to have lost his seven souls, lying back on the bed, holding up the mask in a trance.

Time passed too quickly, why did he leave before he even asked the little mute's name?

Chufeng sighed: "Young master, if you still have something to say, hurry up and talk to someone."

Before the words were finished, Fu Shaoyu turned over while grabbing the mask, and rushed out of the room like a whirlwind.

He found the little mute at the old place. At that time, the magnificent sunset covered the entire sky, dyeing the forest in an ambiguous pink-purple color.

Fu Shaoyu hid behind a tree and watched quietly for a long time.

Just like the night we first met.

When it was completely dark, he took a few deep breaths, and then appeared relaxed, holding a dead branch in his hand, and did two tricks with the little mute: "You learn things really fast, who would believe that half a month Before, would you still be able to use the same hands and feet when playing swords?"

The little mute bit his lip, turned his wrist abruptly, and the wooden sword knocked down dead branches and slashed Fu Shaoyu's shoulder.

The sword move was obviously full of anger, and there was a trace of grievance that could not be explained clearly. Fu Shaoyu dodged to avoid it, and the little mute became even more angry.

Fu Shaoyu let him mess around for a while, and then found an opportunity to grab the young man's thin wrist: "Don't annoy me, okay? I...I have something to tell you."

The little mute quieted down, staring fixedly at the mask on his face.

Fu Shaoyu reluctantly let go, and smiled a little forcedly: "Little dumb, I'm leaving, we won't see each other for a long time, please tell me your name."

The little mute was stunned, obviously caught off guard by the sudden separation.

Fu Shaoyu tried to adjust the atmosphere between the two, and said in a forced and relaxed tone: "I have been teaching you for half a month anyway, you should tell me your name? Otherwise, when we meet again in the future, how should we recognize the secret code?" Do you agree?"

The boy lowered his head, stared at his toes for a while, and then said in a low voice, "I don't have a name."

"Huh?" Fu Shaoyu thought he was still unwilling to tell the truth, "How come there is no name? Everyone is born with a name."

"...Maybe I'm not worthy."

The little mute's voice was low to the dust, and there was a moment of silence, with the back of his head gently pressed, he heard Fu Shaoyu say: "Then how about I give you one?"

The boy raised his head slowly.

Fu Shaoyu thought for a while and said, "Xiao Jue, how are you?"

"...Xiao, Jue?"

"Xiao Ran, who is beyond Xiao Ran, and Lang Yan, who is unique and unique." Fu Shaoyu leaned over, his eyes tentatively swept a few times on the young man's lips, and his voice was extremely soft and hoarse: "Do you like it?" ?"

The little mute clutched the corner of his shirt nervously, met Fu Shaoyu's gaze, and immediately moved away in a panic, but looked at his Adam's apple and chin uncontrollably.

Fu Shaoyu asked: "Do you like it?"

The little mute nodded, stumbling on the word "like".

Fu Shaoyu leaned forward again, forehead to forehead, tip of nose to tip of nose, and when they spoke, their lips would touch together as if nothing.

"Then... would you like to go with me?"

His voice was erratic as if it came from the distant sky, but it was like a thunderbolt hitting Xiao Jue's head, deafening.