I'm a thousand years older than you

Lu Yebai was injured, so he was prone to fatigue, and with his sweetheart beside him, he naturally fell asleep with peace of mind.Wen Zihe was in a bit of torment. This night, he didn't fall asleep at all.

Although the bed is not too narrow, it is still a little bit reluctant to lie down two men. In addition, Wen Zihe has to lean in carefully to prevent accidentally touching Lu Yebai's wound. He really slept soundly. Not comfortable enough.

When morning came, Wen Zihe's eyes were already covered with bruises. He rubbed his eyelids lightly and felt extremely sore and swollen. He felt that he must be in a daze to lie here all night.

He moved his neck slightly, trying to relieve the soreness from above, but unexpectedly, this movement brought out all the discomfort in his body, his arms were numb, and his waist was also a bit dull. For people whose blood has not completely flowed through, it is really difficult to maintain a posture for a long time.

The person beside him was still awake, Wen Zihe didn't get up, but turned his body slightly, raised his hands in the air, and relaxed a little.

Suddenly there was a sound that could penetrate the wall outside the door. It seemed that someone was talking to someone while passing by in the corridor. , I think he is tired of living!"

Wen Zihe: "..."

Most likely because he didn't come home at night, something happened.

Because Wen Zihe had the experience of "defecting", Gan Song would send his disciples to check his room from time to time, he didn't know what evil he had been in since yesterday, and he forgot about it.

He immediately got up from the bed, and saw Lu Yebai opened his eyes from the corner of his eye, probably because Gan Song's loud voice woke him up, before the man asked, he hurriedly said: "I have to go back, if I don't go back, I will go out." not coming."

Gan Song said that he was going to be tied to the ground, it was definitely tied to the ground, there was no need to discuss it, Wen Zihe absolutely did not want to be murdered like this, so he had to keep Qingshan first and then burn firewood—go back and deal with Gan Song first, and then take the time to run to Lu Yebai is here.

He grabbed the white gauze beside the bed - it was the thing wrapped around his eyes - then stepped over Lu Yebai, jumped off the bed, flicked lightly between Lu Yebai's forehead with his fingers: "Let's go."

The movements like flowing clouds and flowing water were done in one go, and then like a dude who ran out to have an affair in the middle of the night and hurried home in the early morning, he quickly turned out of the carved wooden window, and swept the blue shirt on the window sill, leaving a trace of inadvertently. It's a memorable aftertaste.

Looking at his smooth movements, Lu Yebai felt that it was very necessary to find time to torture him why he was so proficient.

As soon as Wen Zihe's feet landed on the ground, there was a tingling numbness in the soles of his feet. He was in a state of stress just now and ignored the stiffness in his body. Can't help but slow down.

So the young disciple who walked through the backyard, holding the soup, saw the young master with one hand on the wall and the other on his waist, limping past Mr. Lu's window, disheveled and full of youthful eyes.

The soup medicine in his hand fell to the ground in an instant, the medicine bowl fell to pieces, and the soup splashed everywhere.

Sensing the noise, Wen Zihe turned his head to the side, saw the young boy standing there with empty hands, and asked, "What's wrong?"

The young boy absolutely did not expect this. Facing the young master who was still holding his waist, he could only stammer for a long time: "Lu, Mr. Lu so quickly... recovering soon?"

He didn't speak for a long time, Wen Zihe lost his patience long ago, listened to his last answer without leaving anything in his mind, and replied casually: "Yes."

Then he pointed to the window of Lu Yebai's room, and made a silence gesture to the young boy, signaling him not to tell Gan Song about his sneaking out: "Don't tell."

As a result, the young disciple looked at the young master with even more indescribable words—when he was reading Fengyue's storybooks, he accidentally stumbled into themes and contents that were not mainstream. He always thought that those were fabricated by others. The species of Duanxiu really exists!

Gan Song pushed the door aggressively and entered the room, but saw Wen Zihe wrapped in white gauze, wearing a white robe, leaning on a low table, as if he had been sitting quietly for a long time, exactly the same as yesterday.

He turned around and asked the disciple behind him who had informed him, "What's going on?"

The disciple also fulfilled his duties, came early in the morning and found that the young master was not in the room, so he hurried back to report, how could he have thought that the young master is sitting here in good order now?At that time, he clearly summoned the young master loudly with all his strength, if the young master was in the room, why didn't he answer?Are you teasing him?

The disciple could only answer truthfully in a low voice: "I just saw the room and called the young master. It is true that he is not here."

Wen Zihe seemed to be aware of what happened after listening to the conversation between the two, and explained: "It was cold last night, so I put down the tent, maybe it blocked your sight? I have always slept peacefully. Others can't wake up."

The skill of opening eyes and telling nonsense is also perfect. The disciple suffered from being dumb, so he had to wipe away bitter tears of grievance.

Gan Song was obviously worried about Wen Zihe, but he couldn't grasp the reason, he put the wooden box on the table heavily, and warned: "Don't run around, go back and lie down after drinking the medicine."

From what he said, he wanted to call him a sloth.Wen Zihe got up from the low table, then lay back as if he couldn't sit still, and leaned lazily against the wall, his long hair inadvertently fell by his side following his movements, covering the floor all over the floor. To go, is to capitalize the word "decadent".

"Where's the medicine?" Gan Song looked at the disciple behind him.

The disciple replied: "Brother Chen took it, it's strange...he went out to make medicine early, and it should be here by now."

Wen Zihe thought of the stunned disciple who knocked over the medicine bowl, and hurriedly said, "It's okay, maybe something has delayed me. I've been in the room all the time. It's okay to drink earlier and later."

Gan Song handed Wen Zihe a new white gauze, said: "I wrapped this one up, I'll take a look tomorrow, if it recovers well, I don't need to wrap it up."

"Where's the demon power?" Wen Zihe asked, "It's also starting tomorrow, can you try it?"

Gan Song glanced at him, worried that if he let go of his mouth, he would immediately become lawless, but he had just checked the situation of Wenzihe, and the turbid air had almost dissipated, and it would be beneficial to let the evil energy in his body turn properly, after a while , I had to weigh the most appropriate answer: "Step by step."

"Oh..." Wen Zihe understood it, took the white gauze and wrapped it skillfully around his eyes, then leaned back and lay on the couch, looking half dead again, as if he could feel the pain even when he moved his fingertips. strenuous.

It is rare for him to be so obedient, and Gan Song is not used to it. Originally, according to his situation, he could go out for a walk appropriately, but Wen Zihe has been a little careless since he was a child, and he doesn't take his body seriously. Song was worried that if he was released, something would happen to him, so he gave the order to ground him.

Seeing Wen Zihe's cooperation now, he couldn't help but loosen his tone: "If you're bored, go out for a walk once in a while, but you must keep calm and calm, and have nothing else to do."

Wen Zihe nodded slightly, but still didn't move, as if going out for a walk didn't appeal to him, he would rather lie here and paralyze, as comfortable as possible.

Gan Song packed up his things and went out with his disciples.

Hearing the sound of the door closing gently, Wen Zihe, who was limp on the couch with no bones in the first second, got up quickly in the next second, and slipped out of the window again in an unusual way.This person with strong posture and quick movements does not look like a poisoned person at all, if Gan Song sees his way of "walking", he will regret that he was soft-hearted and didn't tie him up.

Due to the many wounds, Lu Yebai could only lie flat, but after a while, he couldn't help turning his head to look to the side.There was still a slight depression on the pillow on the inner side where someone had pressed on him. When he closed his eyes, the man with long hair like ink appeared in front of his eyes last night.

He didn't suffer for a long time, when he felt a rustling sound near the window, and then, something lightly landed on the tip of his nose, blowing out a fragrance.

Wen Zihe had already opened the window and entered the room, walked to the bed, and said with a smile, "When I came here, I saw the peach blossoms blooming very well, so I picked a branch for you to see."

In fact, when he slipped back through the window in the morning, he caught a glimpse of several peach blossoms blooming in the backyard, which was very eye-catching, so he thought about bringing one for Lu Yebai when he came back. No one made him do this.

Lu Yebai stretched out his hand and raised the small flower branch to his eyes, glanced at the petals, and then his eyes fell on Wen Zihe.

Since Wen Zihe arrived at Fengqi Mountain, he has changed back to his appearance as a monster. His appearance is the same, except that his short hair has turned into ink-splashed blue silk, which is casually scattered on the white robe at this moment, making him look very elegant and elegant. Those peach blossom eyes added a bit of charm to him.

He hastily opened the window and entered the room, and he did not forget to pluck a peach blossom, but he looked very much like those romantic and talented scholars in ancient times who were very good at romance.Lu Yebai thought of that person's skilful slipping away just now, even though he knew that Wen Zihe had some love history going forward, a trace of uncontrollable jealousy still floated out, he shook the peach blossom in his hand lightly: " This flower is particularly beautiful to pick, it is the most beautiful branch on the peach tree. Could it be that the young master has practiced it before?"

Wen Zihe was a little confused, so he said casually, "Do you still need to practice picking flowers?"

Lu Yebai said softly: "Practice makes perfect, so we can pick such beautiful flowers."

"What's wrong?" Wen Zihe excitedly sent a branch of peach blossoms, but he was almost laughed at by such a sour comment, and sat down on the edge of his bed, "I just picked this one."

Lu Yebai didn't want to pursue Wen Zihe's past love affair, but the situation came to him, so he couldn't help but think about it a little more. Now that he heard that he had the only flower, the previous jealousy immediately disappeared, and he was a little clingy. Leaning quietly towards the Wenzi River, he let out a long and satisfying sigh: "There is no regret in dying."

"What bastards!" Wen Zihe scolded with a smile, reaching out to grab the peach blossom in Lu Yebai's hand, "Do you want it? Do you want me to take it back?"

"Yes." Lu Yebai hurriedly sent the peach blossoms into his arms, and dunked his five fingers into Wen Zihe's hand. He wanted to play a hooligan by the way, but he never thought that his hand was so cold that his skin touched it. In an instant, he was completely chilled, and the exuberant spring spirit disappeared immediately. He raised his eyes to meet Wen Zihe's gaze, and his voice sank: "You...how did you do it?"

The author has something to say: Bad news: There are so many classes!

The author spit out a mouthful of blood and got up silently after wiping it dry.