Master Xiao thinks about those years

Vertical sun, early morning.

The faint morning light entered the house through the window lattice, and a layer of soft moon-white brocade was spread on the floor.

The room is quiet, with the sound of even and heavy breathing, which is characteristic of a sleeping person.Fu Nian woke up early, the sound of breathing belonged to Yan Chen.

At this moment, Fu Nian was propping his head on the pillow with one hand, and quietly looked at Yan Chen's side face with his obsidian-like black eyes, from the tip of his eyebrows to the eyelashes, from the eyelashes to the tip of the nose, to the thin lips, over and over again Over and over again, never tired of it.

Yan Chen fell asleep, but his brows were slightly frowned, and his eyes were tightly closed.

He still couldn't accept being hugged by his apprentice and sleeping with him in this way, so he was out of his mind last night, restless all over, even though he fell asleep, he didn't relax completely.

Fu Nian really wanted to use his fingers to smooth the slightly frowning brows of the person in front of him, and let him sleep peacefully by his side.But he couldn't move, and if he moved, this stupid Mo Qing would never want to sleep again.

The two of them maintained this posture and got along harmoniously.

One second, two seconds...

1 minute, 2 minutes...

5 minutes……

"boom!!!"

The knock on the door came suddenly, and Fu Nian's face darkened.

It's so early in the morning, how can someone be so ignorant?

Hearing the knock on the door, Yan Chen's eyelashes trembled, his whole body trembled, and he dimly opened his eyes.

At the same time, a clear and gentle voice sounded outside the door: "Master, I made your favorite glutinous rice cake, are you up?"

The voice belonged to Meng Huan, Yan Chen's brows trembled, and he panicked.Struggling immediately, trying to sit up from the bed.

However, unexpectedly, a big hand behind grabbed his soft waist, and he fell back again, into a scorching embrace.

"you--!"

Yan Chen was angry, and subconsciously wanted to scold Fu Nian, but suddenly remembered that today is different from the past, so he paused.

"What are you?"

Fu Nian deliberately lowered his voice and spoke next to Yan Chen's ear, swallowing his warm breath, Yan Chen collapsed into a piece of paper again.

He remained motionless, afraid of attracting Meng Huan who was struggling outside the door, so he had to lower his voice and said bluntly: "The young master... is outside the door."

"It's outside the door, let's keep our voices down, won't he know it?"

Sentence by sentence, exhale like blue.

Yan Chen's fair face became even paler: "He is your junior brother...you go out."

"Then let him wait outside the door. He is young and will not get in the way."

Seeing Mo Qing's pale face, Fu Nian felt more and more happy.He usually sees this Mo Qing dumbfounded and confused a lot, but now seeing him in a state of hesitation, he feels a kind of pleasure like revenge.

"Honorable Lord? Brother? Are you inside?"

Meng Huan was standing outside the door with the wooden case in his hand, with a hint of doubt on his face.On the sandalwood table, there was a plate of delicate pink pastries and a pot of tea.He brought breakfast here today to ease the relationship with his senior brother, after all, there were a lot of disputes earlier.

Meng Huan has always been a good boy who is tolerant and kind.

"Usually at this time, his senior brothers should all be up? Why is the door still closed now?"

The more Meng Huan thought about it, the more strange he became. He thought that even if Fu Nian went out, he should undo the red barrier at the door before going out.

Now the enchantment at the door is looming, isn't his brother up yet?

Meng Huan was unbelievable outside the door, but inside the house, Yan Chen was still at a stalemate with Fu Nian.

Yan Chen struggled: "My lord, it's time to get up. The young master has been waiting outside the door for a while."

Fu Nian calmed down and said, "No rush."

"Suddenly... I felt a bit of a headache. Since the Lord is not in a hurry, I can only get up first." Yan Chen struggled while talking nonsense.

He pulled out the sharp fingertips of the talisman one by one with his slender jade fingers. He thought he was done, but unexpectedly an arm crossed his neck, and this time he fell backwards.

"what--!"

Yan Chen fell into Fu Nian's arms, his breathing was short, and sweat protruded from his forehead.

Fu Nian pursed his lips, and the corners of his mouth were full of pride: "This deity has profound skills, since you have a headache, why don't you let me take a look for you."

As he said that, he reached out to touch Yan Chen's forehead, Yan Chen's eyes were quick, and the moment Fu Nian raised his arm, he grabbed his sleeve and turned it out.

Fu Nian was negligent in guarding against it, he did not expect Yan Chen to come out, and in the end he was thrown to the bedside.His eyes sharpened, and he raised his eyes to look quietly at the culprit, Mo Qing.

This pair of eyes made Yan Chen startled, instinctively raised his slender legs, and kicked at Fu Nian's chest.

"Boom!!"

A black figure fell off the bed, as if a boulder had collapsed.

"Moqing, you—!"

Fu Nian lay on the ground, grinning in pain, not forgetting to yell out in anger.

Yan Chen frowned slightly, this was unexpected, he originally wanted to say "I'm sorry" to Fu Nian, but the door was kicked open with a "bang".

"Brother! Are you okay?!"

The door panel was blown by the wind that shattered the barrier, and Meng Huan appeared at the door with a nervous and worried expression.

The six eyes met, and there was a dead silence in the air.

The wind blew from the door, blowing Yan Chen's messy hair and his messy blood-colored clothes.

The wind in the morning is very cool, but Yan Chen feels hot, unusually hot, this is the first time he has felt such a hot morning wind after living for so many years.

Fu Nian was lying on the floor, but he didn't feel the wind, but felt the floor was cold.

It's fucking cool!

The air is silent, he can't scold Mo Qing now, so he can only be angry with himself, he really resents himself for not laying a carpet in this room.

Two people, one sitting on the bed disheveled and pale, the other lying on the ground with a gloomy face.

Meng Huan stood at the door, his hand holding the wooden case trembled slightly, his eyes widened, his eyes were full of disbelief.

Shocks rushed to his mind in waves, like a volcano erupting.

"Brother, you, you to Mo Qing..."

Meng Huan choked his throat and stammered, his cheeks blushed as soon as he opened his mouth.

Yan Chen felt that his reputation was ruined.

Fu Nian glanced at him impatiently: "What are you, didn't you bring me breakfast? What are you doing here, put it down!"

With a burst of cursing, Meng Huan regained his mind a bit, but he was still half asleep. He put the wooden case in his hand on the table in pieces, then turned his head and looked at Yan Chen with an indescribable expression: "Mo Qing, You, are you okay?"

The corner of Yan Chen's mouth twitched, trying to say something, but a sense of powerlessness arose in his heart.

"He has a headache now, well, you can get out."

Fu Nian stood up, and answered Yan Chen without delay.

Meng Huan moved his gaze over inch by inch, and when he looked at Fu Nian, there was clearly sullenness in his gaze.

"Moqing, are you sure you're okay?" Meng Huan glanced at Yan Chen as if asking for confirmation.

Yan Chen looked at Mo Qing facelessly, and answered "Nothing" with the best of his strength.

Only after hearing this "nothing" did Meng Huan walk out suspiciously.

When Meng Huan left, he slammed the door hard, and the whole room was deafened.Yan Chen didn't have a headache in the first place, but now he was a little bit hurt by the sound.

"You kicked me just now."

A cold voice came from the side, Yan Chen got up from the bed, looked weakly at Fu Nian who asked Xingshi for his crime: "I'm sorry."

Fu Nian was taken aback, but he didn't expect him to apologize, and what he wanted was not this apology.

Yan Chen stood by the bed, not looking at Fu Nian, straightened his beautiful red skirt with plain fingers, and then used his hands to gather the broken hair on his forehead to ensure that there was no trace of "messy" on his body.

Yan Chen tidied himself meticulously, completely unaware that a deep red gaze had landed on him.

When he's serious, he's stunningly charming, with an unworldly innocence.He didn't know this, but Fu Nian could see it clearly.

Fu Nian subconsciously thought, what should his master look like when he is arranging his clothes?

Is she as pure and charming as Mo Qing, or as gentle and rigorous as usual?

Unfortunately, he doesn't know.

Because he had never seen his master get up in the morning, his master had always been well-mannered, standing like a pine and cypress, standing like a green bamboo.Dressed in white clothes, spotless, like the wind and the moon.

He didn't see his master make mistakes, he didn't see him flustered, and he didn't see him blushing and shy.

His master is in front of him, always gentle and rigorous, always smiling freely.

Yan Chen straightened his clothes, raised his head, and suddenly met a pair of searching eyes.He didn't speak, and turned his eyes to escape.

"Isn't it cold?"

With a calm voice, Yan Chen stopped his evasive eyes and looked at Fu Nian in puzzlement.

Fu Nian gestured to his feet with his eyes, Yan Chen looked down, only to find that he was standing barefoot on the floor.

It turned out that he was only busy arranging his clothes just now, but forgot to put on his shoes.

He laughed dumbfoundedly, turned slowly and went back to put on his shoes.

Fu Nian bent down to put on the shoes, Yan Chen thought: "It's time to ask Zuo Xiang to lay a carpet in this room."

After putting on the shoes, Yan Chen raised his eyes, only to realize that Fu Nian had already sat at the table.

He followed him and stood aside, glanced casually, and there was a plate of pink pastries and a pot of tea on the table.

The pastry is an almost transparent powder, like colored crystals, and the pastry is dotted with purple raisins and emerald leaves, which looks really beautiful.

Fu Nian picked up a cake and handed it to Yan Chen: "This is glutinous rice cake, you can try it."

"Glutinous rice cake?" Yan Chen read this unfamiliar name, and suddenly remembered what Meng Huan said at the door: "Ye Zun, I made your favorite glutinous rice cake."

Immediately blurted out: "Do you like this pastry?"

Fu Nian forced the pastry into Yan Chen's hand, then took another piece and stuffed it into his mouth, then he replied vaguely: "It's okay, it's not as bitter as tea, it's pretty good."

It's not as bitter as tea, it's good...

Not as bitter as tea...

It turns out that what Fu Nian likes is sweet, but in his previous life, he always thought he liked tea.

If he really hated it so much, how would he feel when he drank the tea he made back then?

endure?Depressed?Or disgust?

It should be a little bit.

"What are you looking at? Eat?" Fu Nian looked at Yan Chen looking at the pastry, a little puzzled.

"okay"

Yan Chen obediently put it in his mouth. The pastry was soft and glutinous, the grapes were sweet, and the green leaves were fresh. The three flavors were mixed together, forming an indescribably wonderful taste.

Yan Chen used to be a Daoist Qinghui in Shangyu, he practiced the purest spirit mantra, he kept fasting all the year round, and rarely went down the mountain.Therefore, he has never eaten folk food, and now he tastes it by chance, and feels that he has missed the world's delicacies.

For a moment, Yan Chen felt more and more that Fu Nian was by his side back then, and he had been wronged.

Fu Nian didn't catch the subtle changes on Yan Chen's face, he proudly said, "How about it, isn't it delicious? My junior brother made this specially for me."

Yan Chen looked at the shining pride on Fu Nian's face, and then thought about his impatient appearance in front of Meng Huan, couldn't help but slightly pursed the corners of his mouth, and after a while, he said: "It's very good."

The author has something to say: Fu Nian: There are always people who hate eyesores

Yan Chen: There are always people who are weird

Meng Huan: There are always people who are shameless!