Far Mountain Black Dog

One copper coin, two copper coins... I have been feeding the long-breathed meat for nearly a week, and the expenses are huge. With only twelve coins left, Bu Qing felt a headache when he saw the copper plate that could not be filled with one hand.These days, he left all the delicious food for Changxi, wanting him to recover from his injuries quickly, while he ate steamed buns every day, his whole face was sallow and emaciated. Even so, Changxi's appetite was still unbearable.Bu Qingjue was annoyed when he saw a black dog that could last him a whole day with one meal and dozed off comfortably with its four legs outstretched after eating: Am I raising a dog or a pig...

He squatted down and patted Changxi's back. It seemed that he couldn't touch the scar on his back, but he was still not sure. He wanted to verify with Changxi but was afraid that he would lie to appease him, so he rubbed Changxi's back to please him. Stomach: "Tonight...shall I help you take a bath?"

Changxi wondered why the poor scholar was always so obsessed with bathing himself, what is so attractive about a man's body, could it be...he has...the habit of breaking sleeves?After all, he should be over [-] years old, he is not married, and he doesn't have a girl he likes...

Taking a long breath and raising his eyes, Bu Qingjue was rubbing his belly with a smile. He stood up vigilantly and lay down on his stomach in another place, his eyes were firmly locked on Bu Qingjue like a shackle.Bu Qingjue only thought that he was annoyed by being touched, so he sat back on the wooden stool and continued to read.

When it was dark, Bu Qingjue boiled the water and saw that Changxi was still lying on the spot, so he couldn't help getting anxious.He first rubbed and pressed Chang Xi's back indiscriminately with both hands, urging him to change into a human form, but Chang Xi was indifferent, so he had no choice but to go all out and hug Chang Xi's neck: "I really have something to do, you change quickly!" Even he didn't I noticed that there was a hint of coquettishness in the voice.

Changxi couldn't bear to transform, pulled off the arm around his neck and pushed Bu Qingjue away, his face full of disgust: "Okay! Don't get so close!" Bu Qingjue happily mixed water, waited for Changxi to enter the bucket, bright Idemitsu's skin made him feel relieved, and he said to Changxi heavily: "Now that you have recovered from your injuries, you can eat the dregs with me from now on!"

"You eat by yourself, forgive me for not accompanying you."

"Hey, I'll give you most of my savings to buy meat..."

"I've said long ago that your mortal things don't have any therapeutic effect on me and other demon spirits. Instead of listening, you also acted rashly for the sake of peace of mind. Who can you blame?"

"..." Bu Qingjue was at a loss for words. He felt that he had read all these years in vain, and every time he couldn't even talk to a monster, he resigned himself to putting the cloth on the side of the bucket.

"Aren't you going to rub my back?"

"You rub it yourself, forgive me for not accompanying you."

"Hey you..."

In the early morning of the next day, after going to the hut, Bu Qingjue went back to the house and found that Changxi was gone. With the spirit of finding out, he put on his coat and followed the dog's footprints on the snow. He heard Uncle Li from the bun shop shouting : "Wu Tong ~ come here ~"

Chang Xi felt dissatisfied, and blamed the poor scholar for naming him blindly. Now the whole village calls him Wu Tong, but he still ran over obediently.

Uncle Li picked up the meat bun with a smile, and handed it to Chang Xi: "Come on, you are the hero of the village now, please eat a big meat bun!"

Boss Wu from the butcher shop next to him saw this scene, and without hesitation cut up a large lump of red meat and threw it to Changxi: "I haven't seen the shadow of Wutong for several days, since this one appeared today, I can't treat you badly." ah!"

Bu Qingjue stood at the corner, gnawed his fingers enviously, and at the same time felt lonely. After so many years, he was not as good as a newcomer dog...

He walked slowly to the front of the house in frustration, and just opened the door, suddenly his eyes went dark, his legs and feet became weak, and he knelt on the ground.

"Poor scholar!"

He took a long breath and exclaimed, and quickly stepped forward to help Bu Qingjue to the couch. Bu Qingjue's face was pale, his lips were black and blue, and he couldn't recover for a long time.

"Are you okay?" Changxi carefully wiped away the sweat on Bu Qingjue's forehead. His voice and movements after he relaxed were completely different from usual. If his words and deeds are usually like thunderstorms and thunderstorms, and his arrogance, then now It is the continuous spring rain, melting ice and snow.

If only he could be so gentle all the time, Bu Qingjue thought with his eyes closed.

When the rest shifted, hot air rushed towards his face, Bu Qingjue took the teacup handed by Changxi: "Didn't you go out this morning? How could you appear so timely?"

"Someone thought I had a bad nose and followed me, and I found out."

"You can smell me three feet away from you?"

"Don't say three feet, even five feet, I can find you out."

Bu Qingjue was amazed that a demon is indeed a demon, and cannot be compared with ordinary things.

Seeing that his complexion improved after a long breath, he asked, "Can you stand up?"

"I..." Bu Qingjue recalled what happened in the morning, pouted his lips, and muttered like a mosquito: "I want to eat buns..."

"What?" Long breath approached.

"I said I want to eat buns... What are you doing!" Bu Qingjue turned sideways to tightly protect the yellow silk bundle.

"Don't you want to eat buns? I'll buy them for you!"

"Me! I'll just say it casually, don't take it seriously!" Bu Qingjue's attitude of an old hen protecting its cubs made Chang Xi dumbfounded, and he left the room after saying "Sooner or later you will starve to death".

Outside the village, the thick snow hides the scent of all beings, and the snowflakes are fluttering, stacked on the long-breathing soft hair, but it doesn't move him who is engrossed in the slightest.Changxi relied on his natural advantages to quickly sweep through the jungles and caves, and captured all the small edible wild animals. Seeing that Bu Qingjue was still bedridden, he killed chickens, plucked their hairs, lit a fire, cooked soup, and peeled them again. Open the skin of the hare and prepare it for roasting and eating.

The delicious aroma of the chicken soup burst into the nostrils, and Bu Qingjue was so hungry that his stomach was rumbling.

Why can I smell chicken... hallucination...

He opened his eyes in a daze, wiped the drool around his mouth, and then jumped up in shock from the long breath covered in blood: "You you you! What are you holding in your hand!"

Changxi seemed to be used to his surprises, so he replied without raising his head: "Just now I saw that you were very hungry, so I went to find some wild animals outside the village. If you feel sick, don't eat them. I'm too lazy to do them." .”

Hearing the snow and wind outside, and Changxi's clothes and hair were slightly wet from the snow, Bu Qingjue found that Changxi was a really subtle monster, no matter how impatient he was with him, he was always thinking of himself.

He ran over to press Chang Xi's shoulders, but was pushed away uncomfortably by Chang Xi: "I don't like people touching me."

Bu Qingjue withdrew his hand embarrassingly, obviously he wouldn't dodge no matter how he touched him before, he was more obedient when he was a dog.

"You just caught the chicken and the rabbit?"

"outside."

He opened the door, and outside the door were pheasants, ducks, rabbits, and snakes that had never been eaten, all tied up with five flowers, which looked like a vegetable market.

"So much? When will I have to eat it?"

"It won't be bad in winter, let's put it there."

"...How about I send some to Aunt Zhu?" Thinking of Aunt Zhu who had taken care of him for a long time, Bu Qingjue asked Chang Xi for advice, as if he had never honored her.

"what ever."

After getting the answer, he went to Zhu's house with a chicken in his left hand and one in his right hand, and came back with a basket of vegetables.He took off his wet coat, stared at Chang Xi's cloak on the table again, and asked expectantly, "Aren't you cold?"

There is no chill in squatting at the mouth of the stove roasting a hare, feeling the warm long breath of the flame, but...

"Cold, help me get the cloak and put it on." Teasing the scholar is also his daily routine.

"Take it yourself." Bu Qingjue's tone turned cold in an instant, and he turned his back to Changxi and read a book sullenly.

The expected reaction.Changxi sneered: "Just kidding, we dogs and monsters are not afraid of the cold by nature, if you want to use a cloak, just take it."

Bu Qingjue subconsciously wanted to refuse, but it seemed unnecessary to make things difficult for him.He snorted coldly, fastened the cloak, and instantly felt warmth enveloping his whole body. Before he was allowed to take it off, he was already reluctant to part: "Why don't you keep your human form from now on?"

"No, good." Changxi replied word by word.

That is to say, in the next few days, Changxi never changed back to the dog shape. Every day, Bu Qingjue couldn't let go of the book, and he meditated and practiced.The two sometimes argued, and sometimes talked and laughed. The hut that had been quiet for many years became more humane, but unknowingly, the long line called "tiedness" also quietly entangled the two of them.