His Majesty the Ghost is bent [Rebirth]

On the day Afeng was born, Yuelai Country ushered in the first snow that winter.

The family joked that Afeng might be the reincarnation of Xuetong.

Afeng was born weak and sick, and could see monsters and ghosts. Everyone said that this child might not have a long life, and he was a miserable child who would not grow up.

Ten years ago, the wandering girl came to the country for the misfortune of the moon, stealing weak boys from ordinary families every night.In order to let him grow up safely, the family often dressed up Afeng as a girl and didn't let him go out. He was locked in the attic of the inn and raised as a girl.

The body is not good enough to travel far, and it is a girl who pretends to be a girl. A Feng has no playmates. On his 12th birthday, he ate birthday noodles with his family. It was almost dusk, and the half-grown A Feng suddenly felt lonely and lonely. Pay attention to the maple forest behind the inn alone.

After sitting for a long time, the twilight was getting thicker, Afeng raised his head and sighed, seeing a hazy sky through the burning maple leaves, expecting the first snow to come again.

At this moment, a pair of icy hands blocked his sight, and Afeng felt cold, could it be a nocturnal wandering girl?

So he asked tremblingly, "Who..."

The man didn't answer, but leaned down and kissed him between the eyebrows, it was cold and soft, and said after a long while: "So you're not a little girl, it's okay, I'm happy with boys, too."

The hands that blocked his sight moved away, and in front of him was an elegant and handsome young man, dressed in snow-white clothes that made him more and more beautiful, Afeng was so fascinated by it, the young man bent his eyes and smiled: " You don't know me, but I know you, I was here the day you were born."

A Feng came back to his senses: "You... you are not human?"

The young man was startled, and his smile deepened: "I am Xuetong."

I do not know when the sky has been covered with thin snow, the first snow and red leaves, looking around the vast expanse of white and bright red.

Snow boy, winter comes with the first snow.From that year on, every year when the first snow fell, Xuetong would come and stay with Afeng for half a month before leaving. They talked with each other and sat together in Fenglin from dark to dawn.

People in Lianjin City often wondered that the first snow fell earlier every year, which is very strange.

For Afeng, he is truly alive only when Xuetong arrives.In the long spring, summer and autumn, life is stagnant, waiting for the arrival of the first snow in the boundless solitude.

Year after year, Afeng's skeleton gradually grew, and his body became stronger day by day. He was no longer a frail and sickly boy. On the night of the first snow when he was 16 years old, he took off his snow cloak and put it on the snow boy. , wrapped in the warmth that seems to exist, Xuetong smiled: "Silly Afeng, I don't feel cold."

Afeng also smiled: "I know, but I want you to know what it's like to be warm."

Xuetong stared blankly, staring at him with dark eyes, and after a while, smiled, as warm as a spring breeze.

Afeng is already half a head taller than Xuetong at this moment, he holds Xuetong's face carefully, his eyes are so gentle that water drips out, and he said softly: "Axue, how about I marry you next year?"

Xue Tong smiled: "We are all men, what do you use to marry me?"

At this time, Afeng has reached the age of a little understanding of human affairs. He smiled slightly and looked at Xuetong, who is as beautiful as pearls and jade, and lightly bit the other's lips. Winding, the taste of Xuetong is cold and light, but Afeng is like a burning fire, but no matter how the fire is provoked, Xuetong's lips are still as cold as snow, and there is no warmth in his mouth.

The clothes faded away, and Afeng hugged Xuetong in his arms. No matter how hard he touched and hugged him, the other person still didn't have any warmth, and it was bone-chillingly cold in his arms.

Afeng was a little upset, and impatiently touched an unspeakable part with his fingers. His fingertips felt as if they had fallen into an ice cave. The person in his arms groaned in pain, and stopped him: "Afeng, no!"

Afeng caressed Xuetong's cheeks, gently sucked his earballs, and whispered in his ear for a while: "Axue, I won't hurt you, I—"

Xuetong shook his head desperately with tears in his eyes: "No, you will be frozen to death!"

Afeng was startled, and immediately kissed Xuetong's eyebrows: "I'm not afraid—" The voice was not loud, but it was unambiguous.

The tips of each other's tongues were entangled again, and when Afeng made up his mind to hug Xuetong, the clarity in his mind suddenly disappeared, his vision gradually blurred, his eyes went dark, and he fell into a cold dream.

After that day, A Feng was seriously ill. The wind-cold turned to typhoid, and he almost couldn't survive the winter.

It was a warm winter that year, and the snow in Lianjin City went very quickly, and Afeng never saw Xuetong again.

In the second year, the first snow arrived as expected, but Xuetong never appeared again. Afeng waited from dark to dawn, and from dawn to dark, and still couldn't see him until the winter snow melted.

As everyone knows, Xuetong was sitting next to him at that time, silently accompanying him, knowing that he would never see him again, Dou Da's tears fell in strings and fell on the ground to form ice particles.

Year after year, it was the same. Afeng thought it was because he offended Xuetong at that time. He was immersed in deep self-blame and couldn't extricate himself. He wanted to explain to him, but no one could say.

But he didn't know that the serious illness that almost killed him made him lose the ability to see ghosts and monsters.

It is now the fourth year, and on the night when the first snow is about to fall, A Feng, who was waiting for the snow boy in Fenglin, bumped into Fu Chengqi and Bai Jianxing, whose lips and teeth intersected in the hot spring pool, were blushing with embarrassment. When I retreated, all the previous things happened.

Hearing the story here, Fu Chengqi coughed uncomfortably, everyone was silent for a while, Afeng asked: "Mr. Mo, Mr. Bai, you come from the other side of the sea, do you know how I can get along with you again?" Meet each other?"

Fu Chengqi frowned when he heard the words, and quickly ran through the various folk prescription spells written by the head of Mo in his mind. For the time being, he couldn't think of any way to make A Feng, who had lost his ability, see the demon again. When I was at a loss--

"There is a way, senior brother, would you like it?" Bai Jianxing said lightly, his light-colored eyes flicked across Fu Chengqi.

Fu Chengqi was startled, a little at a loss and said, "Ah? What can I do?"

An unusual brilliance flashed in Bai Jianxing's eyes, and he lowered his eyelids and said, "Eldest brother's tears."

"...?" Fu Chengqi's mind was running fast, and he suddenly realized for a moment that the tears of this ghost eye of Mr. Mo can make ordinary people see ghosts and monsters!

So...you want me to cry? !Thinking of this, Fu Chengqi helped his forehead helplessly, he must help with this favor, but he has to think about how to cry, a dignified old man can cry wherever he can!

Fu Chengqi smiled helplessly: "Don't worry, Mr. Afeng, I will definitely help you with this matter, but let me think about... how to collect these tears."

Afeng opened his eyes slightly when he heard the words, his eyes were full of gratitude, he plopped unexpectedly, and knelt down in front of Fu Chengqi, so frightened that Fu Chengqi quickly picked him up, saying that he didn't dare to take it seriously.

And the Xuetong beside him had already leaned over lightly and stuck to the ground, kowtowing to Fu Chengqi with all his strength. Fu Chengqi looked at the pair of little friends at a loss, and thought that you two were going to make me cry... …

Bai Jianxing glanced at Fu Chengqi who was like an ant on a hot pot, and said coldly, "Brother, I have a solution."

Fu Chengqi and him looked at each other, inexplicably feeling a chill in his heart, hesitantly said: "What... method?"

Bai Jianxing thought about it, tried his best to persuade himself to suppress that unspeakable thought, exhaled imperceptibly, and said lightly: "Chili pepper."

Afeng took a large bowl of millet peppers from the kitchen, held them up in front of Fu Chengqi respectfully and said, "Mr. Mo, are these enough?"

Fu Chengqi stared at the big red bowl, closed his eyes, took a breath, and said in a trembling voice, "Ten is enough!"

Bai Jianxing had already held a thumb-sized glazed bottle in his hand to collect tears conveniently.He stood silently in front of Fu Chengqi, his usually calm face was a little interesting at the moment, he picked a bright red and full-shaped millet pepper from the bowl, held it to Fu Chengqi's mouth and said: " Brother, I will feed you."

Fu Chengqi was dumbfounded, this guy clearly wanted to avenge the drug feeding back then!So he laughed and said, "Don't bother Ah Jian, I'll do it myself—hey!"

Bai Jianxing saw that Fu Chengqi opened his mouth, and quickly stuffed millet pepper into his mouth. Seeing that there was no way out, Fu Chengqi frowned, made some psychological preparations, and bit the bullet——

!!!

The tongue immediately seemed to be on fire. The blazing fire approached the throat and spread to the roots of the ears in a short while. Like a flood that has burst a bank—

It turns out that this young master Mo's shell is extremely afraid of spicy food!

Fu Chengqi gasped in pain, while Bai Jianxing calmly put his tears into the glass bottle, not refusing to waste even a drop.

Seeing that the bottle was already half filled, Bai Jianxing said, "That's enough, brother, don't cry."

Fu Chengqi stomped his feet and said with his tongue out, "Spicy! Can't stop! Water, water, water!"

Afeng who was on the side hurriedly went to the house to look for tea, Bai Jianxing looked at Fu Chengqi who was streaming with tears, raised the corner of his mouth imperceptibly, and said, "Is it really so spicy?"

Fu Chengqi panted heavily: "If you don't believe me, try it!"

Light-colored pupils flashed a trace of waves, and confirmed: "Brother really want me to try?"

Fu Chengqi didn't have the time to think about his words, and nodded indiscriminately. Before he could take a breath, he suddenly felt his chin being lifted, and something cold and soft covered his burning lips unexpectedly.

The opponent's tongue leaf opened his lips deftly, teasing and provoking between his fiery tongue and teeth like a fish swimming, the hot and humid breath was exchanged, his sanity retreated steadily, and the amber ghost pupil glistened again.

Burned by the fire between his lips and the fire rising in his heart, Fu Chengqi had softened into a puddle of mud, Bai Jianxing wrapped his arms around his waist, lifted him up and entangled him even more deeply, it was inevitable to avoid it.

It wasn't until a piece of cold snow flakes fell on Fu Chengqi's face, and the melted snow soaked into the tips of his hair, that Bai Jianxing reluctantly pulled out his tongue and licked the tears on Fu Chengqi's face, wanting nothing more.

The fine snow was floating quietly, and their eyes met each other. After a while, Bai Jianxing said lightly: "It's really spicy."

Afeng, who was holding a bowl of tea, stared blankly at this scene, and both eyes swept towards him. His face was flushed with embarrassment, and he moved his lips for a moment and said, "I... this... tea ……coming."

Fu Chengqi took a deep breath, raised his head, and exhaled——

This year's first snow fell.

The author has something to say: [Warning for the confession in the next chapter! ! ! 】

What did A Feng do, you two have to make him look like dog food →_→

In fact, the car in Xuetong~ was deleted by the cowardly author orz

Well~ Her Highness Jian's car will be driven carefully in the future...shh...never drunk driving

I haven't been here for a day, so I miss you so cute~ I won't let go~