Big Fish Begonia

, smashing the red pine nuts so that stares appeared in his eyes - he really thought that Zhu Rong's opening should be about their unknown quarrel a few hours ago.Whether you apologize or continue to question, you can't digress, but why did it become such a life-like question?Although these issues are indeed worth thinking about.

Chi Songzi felt that, as the more mature party, he had the obligation to bring the topic back to the right track.He resisted the urge to stand up and stretch his legs, and asked him, "Aren't you angry?"

Zhu Rong was stunned for a moment, and then quickly, the tense expression softened a lot, and some looseness similar to melting ice and snow flickered in his eyes.Zhu Rong stretched out his hand to caress his cheek, his fingertips touched the tide and cold outside, and there was always his own warmth surging. "What's wrong with me?"

Chi Songzi really didn't know how to respond to these words - after all, he really didn't remember much.But it was a silent signal, announcing the end of a farce on such a rainy day.

"are you hungry?"

"A little."

"Is there anything to eat at home?"

"Gone."

"Then let's go out and eat?"

"your treat."

"it is good."

"Wait until the rain stops."

"Listen to you."

They are always like this, the quarrel begins inexplicably, and ends in an equally inexplicable way.

But that's good, after all, who wants to hang on to a hurdle?

The two of them sat side by side on the carpet, leaning against the bed, looking out the window.Chi Songzi wanted to share some blankets with Zhu Rong, but Zhu Rong shook his head and refused - he was still wet.So, instead of holding hands and shoulder to shoulder, they just sat quietly like that.

There is an eternal antinomy between them.

Zhu Rong is a continuous, burning flame, and he is the falling rain.They are fire and water, but neither of them perishes, and sometimes seemingly opposite poles can also attract and blend with each other.

Zhu Rong loves the sun, but Chisongzi has always loved rainy days since long ago.It made him feel kind, the thin and dense slanting raindrops fell from the end of the gray sky that could not be seen clearly, the raindrops fell on the eaves of the eaves, and then splashed in the potholes on the lake, and the sound intervals were consistent—the sound of rain was like a song , with a timeless and elusive rhythm.

It was his favorite.

After all, the episode is just an episode, and it will not deviate from the main movement. There is still a long way to go in life, both him and him.And all they need to do now is enjoy the comforting silence and wait for the rain to stop.

END

"It rained before, so let's take a hot bath before leaving."

"Not together?"

"I..." He looked up at him, blinked his eyes, and lifted the blanket. "My feet are numb," he said, "so, carry me."

2. 【Zhu Song】The lights are like the day

After staying in the sky for too long, I always think about going to the human world.How about an excuse?During festivals, fairs and markets, there are seas of people, be careful of candles—it is true that people are needed, no, gods are needed to watch and take care of them.When writing a report and approving a slip, it is easy for employees with long working experience to ask for leave. Seeing Chi Songzi proudly showing off his permission, Zhu Rong ruffled his hair in distress: he still had to go through a lot of formalities and wait for a lot of instructions.And it's not paid vacation.

Do you know that too much difference in treatment among employees can easily lead to distraction.Zhu Rong was angry.

However, to some extent, Chisongzi can also be counted as the level of previous Taifu, and senior officials and their families must have preferential treatment.To sum up, they finally got a rest on the day of the Lantern Festival, and the two happily packed up their things and went down to earth.

The world is no better than the sky, and the smell of fireworks is strong, which is really fresh and energetic for the two old gods.There are people coming and going in the Lantern Festival market on the Shangyuan Lantern Festival. On the way to and fro, there are clinking and juggling jugglers on the road. There are strings of red lanterns hanging on the street. There are sugar sellers, goldfish sellers, paper-cut sellers, and little ones in twos and threes. The children ran from the crowd holding hands.A few of them bumped into Zhu Rong from behind, but the latter didn't move at all, and the little guys almost fell to the ground because of the straight inertia. At this time, Chi Songzi, who was shrouded in Zhu Rong's shadow, went to grab them again—"Thank you brother, Big brother, you are so pretty"——Round and blinking eyes, as bright as stars in the sky.

"Why do they keep bumping into me?" Zhu Rong was very distressed after turning around to support the fourth or fifth small cannonball that caught off guard, "Why didn't you?"

Chi Songzi thought about it seriously: "Maybe it's because your target is too big, so it's easier to lock on."

Zhu Rong raised his eyebrows solemnly: "You think I'm fat."

His boyfriend giggled: "How dare you."

There is a small stall on the street where people are performing acrobatics, swallowing guns and spitting fire, it is very lively, and the surrounding three floors are surrounded by people.The burly man has tattoos of teeth and claws, and there are bronze rings on his wrists and necks. The trident is poked into his mouth and opened again, and a ball of hot and burning flames is sprayed out. The onlookers cooperated in good time. There was a burst of exclamation.

Professionals can't sit still.With their extraordinary height advantage, Zhu Rong and Chi Songzi didn't have to squeeze inside at all, and they could clearly see it from the outermost layer. Mr. Vulcan never liked this kind of tricks, and looked on with arms crossed.

It's not hard to see.Chisongzi is quite curious about the reason why humans pretend to be gods, but her boyfriend looks unhappy, so of course she needs to comfort her appropriately.The little finger of his right hand hooked Gou Zhurong's left hand, raised his head and asked if he was okay with his eyes.

Zhu Rong snorted in response, turned sideways, and spread out his right palm in the dark crowd, and then a group of faint flames in the shape of small water droplets jumped in the air.

At first the flame was red.Like Zhu Rong's hair color, it always looks warm and bright, a kind of brilliance that seems to never stop the vitality.Chisongzi once thought he would be burned by the color, but was surprised to realize that he could blend into it without any harm-it was a miracle.

Zhu Rong's left hand took Chisongzi's right hand, and the moment the palm lines touched, the flame suddenly tremblingly infiltrated a trace of aqua blue, and then more and more, the cloud-like blue and fiery red were intertwined together, but they were not They didn't merge, but accompanied each other lingeringly, flowing like water in a small piece of air above his palm.

"Wow." Chi Songzi couldn't help exclaiming, and looked at Zhu Rong in surprise, "When did you learn this new trick?"

Zhu Rong triumphantly put away his palms, and the flames went out silently: "Well... probably when you were idling at home, eating melon seeds with your legs crossed, I went to get the documents and wait in line for the boss to stamp. There are so many boring times on the way, so I have to find something. Something serious, right?"

He glanced at the crowd, and the big man was still performing conscientiously.Zhu Rong sighed: "Do you want to continue to watch this kind of flimsy tricks, or watch something else?"

Chi Songzi shook his head: "One day off, hurry up."

Snow foam milk flower floating noon cup, Polygonum antler Artemisia bamboo shoots try spring plate.The taste in the world is Qinghuan.While people were envious of the life in the sky, the two old gods savored all kinds of delicacies and marveled: the wisdom of human beings is indeed infinite.

Chisongzi fell in love with a sugar figurine made by an old man, so Zhu Rong resigned himself to buying one—oh, what should I use for this quantifier?indivual?Only?string?Thinking about such meaningless things, he went to a stall made of straw mats and bought a model that looked like a bird and a chicken for ten renminbi. He handed the red pine nuts back and understood it, so he held it in his hand and looked at it. After a while: "This look... looks familiar."

Zhu Rong lowered his head to bite off the tip of the sugar cube's tail: "Well, I just remembered that little chicken you raised."

Chisongzi picks it up and shakes it in front of Zhu Rong as if to demonstrate in front of Zhu Rong, dissatisfied when someone destroys such a piece of the little thing that I haven't finished admiring: "Whose little chicken?"

"Isn't that a little chicken?" Zhu Rong snorted, "You can tie it up with one hand, and it sounds good."

Chi Songzi narrowed his eyes and looked at him: "You are...do you have any prejudice against it?"

"Why should I be prejudiced against a chicken?"

"I told you it's not a chicken!"

"What's not a chicken?"

"crane!"

"It's not all poultry."

"..."

Chi Songzi couldn't find a good reason to refute it, so he could only stride forward.Zhu Rong was still savoring the sweetness of the sugar when he heard the exclamation from the front.

His old fairy boyfriend, his long black hair, which was always smooth and unruly, was pulled up by the wind, and then——stained with syrup.And, thread by thread, thread by thread, stuck to it.

It has been a long time, perhaps hundreds or thousands of years, that Zhu Rong has never seen Chisongzi with such an aggrieved childlike expression.

After a long, long, hundreds of years, he will regret why there is no such thing as a camera in that era that can freeze forever?

The biggest advantage of the market is that there are countless stalls on the street, selling everything that one expects to find.When Zhu Rong bought two hair ropes and came back, Chi Songzi was sitting cross-legged on the grass behind the crowd, controlling the tiny stream of water to clear and clean the tresses that were stained with syrup.

He looked full of anger, and the cheeks on both sides made people want to poke him. Zhu Rong never treated himself badly, so he put his delusion into practice.Chi Songzi knocked off his troublesome hand unhappily, and there was still a moist and cool feeling of water on the palm.

"Have you washed it?" He stood and asked condescendingly.

"It's really troublesome." Chi Songzi pulled her hair irritably and walked around