Fire and theft prevention

"There are tens of thousands of dendrobiums in spring in Liquan in Shuhe, and thousands of catties of pearls, willows and snow."

The wine is clear and transparent, smudged with the color of goose egg yolk, adding a few touches of wine aroma to the chilly spring breeze.

Mu Qingjia poured a cup for himself and his junior brother each, but he skipped the step of smelling the wine, and only shook it a couple of times to hear the sound, before pouring it into his mouth.

The hot wine filled his entire mouth and nose, and the fine taste was sweet and sweet, filled with a faint fruity aroma.Slowly swallow it again, but it is ablated again, like the heart, liver, spleen and lungs are burning on a raging fire.

The alcohol has died down, leaving only warmth.

Mu Qingjia smiled playfully.

The smell of 'Liquanchun' is somewhat like the feeling Huo Wei gave him.

It seems that there is a clear stream buried under the flames, and when you taste it deeply, there is a hot and mellow fragrance.

"It really is a good wine." Mu Qingjia praised it sincerely.

Huo Wei's frown slightly relaxed.

The dishes on the table were getting ready, and Mu Qingjia ate very quietly, chewing and judging each bite for a long time, as if he wanted to make up for everything that had been missed for 50 years before he would stop.

Huo Wei didn't touch his chopsticks very much, unless Mu Qingjia personally put it in his bowl, he would only touch it a little.

Even the cup of wine at the table is just as easy as touching your lips.

"Don't like it?" Mu Qingjia asked with a smile.

"Fair." Huo Wei commented, "The best of fools."

"Pfft. Junior brother really has high vision." Mu Qingjia laughed.

It so happened that two wine-warming ladies came to serve the wine, one stood by Mu Qingjia's body, the other was frightened by Huo Wei's sword, and dared not go forward for a long time.

Seeing that Huo Wei completely ignored the girl, Mu Qingjia secretly thought that his junior brother didn't like "fools" getting close, so he gently sent the two warm wine ladies away.

Unexpectedly, Huo Wei raised his eyebrows and said, "You kicked out my warm wine lady, who will serve me to drink?"

"This..." Before Mu Qingjia could react, "I'll tell them to come back."

"That's all." Huo Wei raised his hand to stop it: "Use it as soon as you use it, and wave it away as soon as you use it, what is the feeling of pity and pity?"

Only then did Mu Qingjia realize that the other party was playing tricks on her.He shook his head with a wry smile and said, "Well, what do you want me to do?"

Huo Wei stared at him for a moment, then lowered his eyes and said, "Serve me wine instead of her."

There was a thin blush on his face, but his tone was upright, like an order that could not be violated.

"Good brother, isn't this embarrassing for me?" Mu Qingjia smiled helplessly, "In the eyes of senior brother, you are like a stove with the same human shape, how can you tell the difference between ears, nose, mouth and eyes?"

"Find a way." Huo Wei took a sip of the fragrant tea, and said leisurely, "Senior brother is unparalleled in resourcefulness, I believe that such a small matter will naturally not trouble you."

"You..." Mu Qingjia burst out laughing, speechless, and held back for a while before reprimanding: "Evil."

It wasn't once or twice that the brothers teased each other. Mu Qingjia still had a trick in the hands of the other party, so he obediently moved the stone bench and sat beside him.

He filled Liquanchun, held the cup with one hand, and touched Huo Wei's face with the other.

"Let's talk about it first," he warned with a smile, "I'm not responsible for choking it up my nose."

Even so, Mu Qingjia still seriously explored the oval fireball.His fingertips brushed over the sharp-edged eyebrow arch, then brushed over the sunken groove, and then slowly raised it to rest on the straight bridge of the nose.

He unconsciously remembered the handsome appearance of his junior brother when he was young.

The youthful face in memory overlapped with the current facial features, and he had an illusion, as if he was not copying Huo Wei's facial features, but sculpting his current appearance with his own hands.

His bones were deeper and sharper than when he was young.

The deep gullies seem to bury more sorrows and joys, and the sharp edges and corners are to cut off all love and hatred.

Mu Qingjia's mood fluctuated up and down with the ups and downs of her fingertips, and finally moved down slowly until she reached her lips.

There is no resistance to the tentacles, it must be soft, but also reveals the same coolness as myself.

Sure enough, no matter how sharp the sword's edge was, the junior brother's lips were always soft.

Such lips are very suitable...

Mu Qingjia paused with her fingers, only to realize that she had rubbed those thin lips back and forth countless times.Push it down, bounce it up, push it down again, it's a lot of fun to play.

He coughed lightly, thankful that the other party didn't realize that he was playing with his mouth, otherwise there would be another volcanic eruption.

The vague and charming thoughts disappeared before the full picture was revealed.

Next is to feed wine.

Mu Qingjia solemnly fixed Huo Wei's chin, and pressed the cup of her right hand to her thin lips.It's rare that Huo Wei didn't make things difficult for him, but parted his lips obediently.

Huo Wei's lips were rubbed red, and the moist nectar passed over the red lips and white teeth, and disappeared in the dark depths.If others see it, they will definitely praise it for its vibrancy and fragrance.

Thanks to the blessing of woodcuts all the year round, his hands are very steady, but too slow.However, Huo Wei, who has always been impatient, did not urge him, but just let him act.

As the wine flowed, Mu Qingjia's heart slowly calmed down.

The distant sound of traffic, guests, and the rustling of peach blossoms in the wind disappeared one by one, and there was only the slight sound of water and the inaudible rolling sound of the throat.

The time was infinitely stretched, and he thought in a trance that the dishes on the table must be cold, but when Mu Qingjia put down the empty cup, the dishes on the table were still steaming.

The noise of the world took over his ears again.

Just like waking up from an ambiguous dream, he came back to his senses, feeling a little embarrassed for no reason.

Maybe playing the maid is too much into the drama.He explained it to himself.

"Just one cup, no more." He said incomprehensibly.

He was a little shy at the beginning, but as he spoke, he became serious: "Your wounds haven't healed yet, so you should drink less alcohol. This time, Senior Brother teased you too much, and I hope Senior Brother will forgive you."

"En." Huo Wei responded lightly, not knowing what it meant.

After a few more breaths, he said "Excuse me", before Mu Qingjia could react, the other party got up and hurried away.

"……it is good."

His voice floated on the wind.

Mu Qingjia felt even more embarrassed and regretted it, she just felt that this game was so meaningless.

After Huo Wei left the table, he moved his chopsticks boredly, but he found it tasteless, so he stopped his cup and threw his chopsticks, and sat quietly, listening carefully to the sound of peach blossoms rubbing and falling.

The long-awaited dishes on the table have lost their taste.

However, negative emotions such as depression never last long in him, but after a while, the voice in the courtyard next door attracted his attention.

"Master." Xiao Er seemed to have a headache, "You can't just sit here, there are so many customers at noon, aren't you, aren't you occupying the latrine and not shitting?"

Another deep and thick male voice came, with a serious tone: "How can I stay here to rest?"

"This..." Little Erzhanger Monk was puzzled, "Order."

"Oh, let's order some food." The man suddenly realized, "Then go ahead, order as many dishes as you want... whatever you think is good, it's fine."

"Say it earlier." The little girl thought that the other party was spending a lot of money, and shouted: "Give me a portion of all the famous dishes in our pavilion!"

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At noon, a man in black walked like flying, and stepped out of the most prestigious Tianhai Yise Pavilion in Dongshi City.

With a sickly flush on his face, he hurried past the bustling crowd, and finally landed under the eaves of the lonely wall at the end of the alley.

Under the shadow, his cheeks were even more reddened, but his brows were tightly knit.Suddenly, he coughed violently as if in extreme pain, and spit out a large pool of dirty blood.

The dirty blood in the palm of the hand was hot and bright red, sizzling and boiling, and evaporated in an instant.

Huo Wei looked at the Heshi bracelet on his wrist.

The heavenly magic weapon is still tirelessly adjusting the fire aura in his body, so it should be fine; the internal injury after fighting with that person half a month ago has also been repaired.

It wasn't the fire aura or the old wound that was the problem.The problem is himself.

Huo Wei tightly clenched his bloody fist, the veins on the back of his hand were exposed.

"Don't worry." He said, "Wait a little longer."

Perhaps it was the memory instinctively wanting to comfort the master, he suddenly remembered the scene where his brother was feeding wine not long ago, and remembered his gentle and serious expression.

The peach pink color gradually replaced the paleness, and a faint smile appeared on his face.

The aftertaste of the smile is long, just like the aroma of wine.

Huo Wei walked out of the deep alley with that throbbing feeling, and walked under the bright spring light.He looked up at the location of Tianhai Yise Pavilion, reconfirmed the connection, and then stepped into the crowd.

Suddenly, he lowered|slumped, and when he lowered his head, he saw a young boy bumping into him directly, and the sugar figurine he was holding happened to be stuck in the middle of the clothes on his crotch.

Huo Wei's face darkened suddenly, and his good mood flew away completely.

The little boy still didn't understand what happened so stupidly, Huo Wei suddenly pulled up the front of the little boy, and took him back three steps.

Immediately afterwards, a carriage whizzed by, and the wind blown by the horse's hooves lifted the hem of the young boy's clothes, blowing him out of his wits.

After being rescued, he finally came to his senses, looked at the sugar figure stuck between Huo Wei's crotch, and cried loudly: "Wow, you give me back the sugar figure—!"

Huo Wei twitched the corners of his mouth, almost wanting to push the brat back under the horse's hoof.

He turned around to leave, but when he saw the young boy clearly, he paused suddenly.

The little boy was about thirteen or fourteen years old, with a delicate and cute appearance, and there were still smears of sugar water on his fat face.

But these were not within Huo Wei's attention.

He only saw that the little boy had a pair of beautiful amber eyes.

They looked like Mu Qingjia's eyes.

The little boy was still wiping his nose with tears in his eyes, when suddenly he felt a black cloud pressing down on him, and a handkerchief dyed with cinnamon fell on his head.

"Crush." ​​said the vicious big Buddha above his head, "I'll buy you another one. ——If it's not far away."

The little boy laughed through his tears: "Yeah!"

The sugar man ate half of it, and someone gave him a new one. No matter how you think about it, he made a profit.

So one big and one small walked on the street, the little boy ran ahead, and Huo Wei followed behind him with arms folded.The sugar figurine who died tragically in his chest has been washed clean by the spell, and then evaporated dry by his body temperature, leaving no shadow.

The sugar man's shop is indeed not far away. After a while, I saw an old man squatting on the stone steps beside the thoroughfare, with a burden behind him and a sugar pot burning charcoal fire, and a wooden box in front of him. With three or five sticks of various candy figurines.

"Another big tiger!" The young boy happily pointed at Huo Wei, "He will pay me!"

The old man noticed Huo Wei's existence. She said "Ai", put the marble slab on, and put the bamboo sticks to scoop up the syrup. She turned her wrist a thousand times and drew the pattern of a copper bell eye in an instant. big bug.

Her wrists are steady and light, she doesn't look like an old man in her sixties or seventies at all, but more like a swordsman who practices swords, spells and symbols, and a craftsman who refines weapons.

"Amazing!" The little boy didn't know what he was proud of.

Huo Wei didn't bother to talk to him, but the old man said: "I've been painting all my life, and practice makes perfect. I can be so proficient in anything I do in my whole life. Boy, you have to learn!"

Huo Wei thought, from this point of view, the principle of painting sugar figures on the street is essentially the same as practicing swords.

He became a little interested, his heart moved, and he suddenly said: "Can you draw a person for me?"

"There is nothing I can't draw." The old man asked, "Can you describe his posture and appearance, my lord?"

What is Mu Qingjia like?

This stumped him.

They have spent 23 years together, no, it should be 73 years. Fifty years ago, Mu Qingjia's time stopped, but Huo Wei's own time continued.

In the boundless darkness, he stared at him for a long time, starting from just a tree branch, and then carved and rubbed between his fingers, and slowly took on a familiar human shape.

At that time, he firmly believed that he knew everything about Mu Qingjia.

But now that he was asked to describe it in words, Huo Weiwei thought it over again, but it was difficult to describe the appearance of that person.

"He's..." Huo Wei pondered a bit, and said, "Stubborn, he loves to bully, he likes to make people angry and clingy."

He thought for a while and added: "Still a careless and gentle scum."

"Young man." The old man who painted the sugar man couldn't straighten his back with a smile, "Are you talking about a heinous enemy, or a pretty enemy hidden in the house?"

"I feel like the vixen in the storybook." The young boy next to him added embellishment.

Huo Wei felt that his language ability was ridiculed by ordinary people, and he couldn't hold back his face, but his mind was in a mess, and he couldn't find any words to describe the person in his heart.

"It's all." He had no choice but to say gloomily.

The old man finished laughing and asked, "Let's just say it briefly. Does she look good?"

"……Um."

"That's easy to say."

The old man agreed with a smile, scooped up another spoonful of syrup, and poured it out unhurriedly.The syrup pulls out beautiful amber sugar threads, overlapping and criss-crossing, inseparable.

Reflected in Huo Wei's eyes, there are thousands of thoughts, entangled and difficult to break.

"All right."

The man in black was startled, and looked carefully at the flat sugar figurine.

It was a charming girl, with a pair of pretty fox ears, and a fluffy tail wagging behind her raised buttocks, with a provocative look.

This seems to be different from what he imagined.

He frowned at first, then after thinking about it, a narrow smile appeared in his black eyes.

The author has something to say:

For a lover, isn't a sweetheart just a vixen?It makes people want to stop.But Huo Wei didn't think about this, what he thought about was how to tease his brother with sugar figurines.

Then, I wrote that there was never a third party or other messy ups and downs in the relationship line. Gongshou was very innocent, absolutely 1V1, and all the male and female characters that appeared had no romantic relationship with Gongshou.

There may be veiled unrequited love in supporting roles, but friendship is more about other obsessions than love.

The emotional line is not abusive, and the plot line that may be abusive is only 50 years after Mu Qingjia's time stopped.Sweet after rebirth! ! !

So, don't worry, jump into the pit with confidence! ! !

Huo Wei likes to smell tea, Qing Jia likes to drink alcohol.Because Qing Jia is like tea, and Huo Wei is like wine.

OOC Small Theater:

Mu Qingjia: Am I a scumbag?Look at you, shake your face after teasing, and run away after shaking your face.You are the scum! ! !

Huo Wei frightened him ferociously, then crouched in the corner doubting his life.