Peerless Junior Uncle

There was a flash of surprise.

The corners of Fu Qingcheng's lips curled up. He raised his eyes to look at He Tingge: "Well, now."

He Tingge looked at his expectant eyes and nodded: "Okay. But. Wear it thicker. It can't be too long."

"Got it. Wife." Fu Qingcheng turned around and smiled. He Tingge had no choice but to drag him to get dressed.

"When I was in Wofuling, it snowed every winter. My uncle would have a snowball fight with me and Mu Lan. Master always disliked my uncle for being too naive. In fact, he was very afraid of the cold. But he said that snow could make him and Mu Lan Lan is closer. That’s why your hands are swollen like steamed buns. You also want to play with us.” Fu Qingcheng put on a coat with a mink collar. Thinking of this, he laughed: “I found out later. Every time your hands are swollen with cold Mu Lan gave him medicine for chilblain. Although Mu Lan ignored him, she still gave him a cold face while applying the medicine carefully. No wonder the uncle enjoyed it."

"Mu Lan can also play snowball fights." He Tingge followed his meaning and asked.

Fu Qingcheng looked at him and smiled: "How could that be? Mu Lan wasn't with me at all. He was just pushing the snowman there by himself. The snowman he made was very similar to him. It's a pity that every time he made a snowman, he kicked it like venting his anger. The uncle thought something was wrong with him, so he helped him overthrow the snowman. As a result, Mu Lan became angry. He hit the uncle while pinching the snow in his hand. The uncle came to me if he couldn't escape... Then it was a melee..."

"He piled up Mu Ze." He Tingge helped him tidy up his collar.

Fu Qingcheng blinked: "It should be...... Let's not talk about them. Let's go to have a snowball fight." Then he pulled He Tingge outside and stepped on the soft snow. The whole shoe could not be seen.

Inadvertently, a snowball flew into He Tingge's collar. It was really chilling...

"Haha..." Not far away, Fu Qingcheng was smiling cunningly. His black hair was stained with falling snowflakes. His sky-blue clothes were in the white sky. It seemed like a shadow. It seemed that the next second With the flying snowflakes disappearing between the sky and the earth.

"Dare to attack me." He Tingge caught up a few steps and said with feigned anger, "Don't run away."

Fu Qingcheng made a grimace and ran further away. Treading Xue Wuhen's lightness kung fu was alive and well on the snow. He Tingge saw him smiling happily, and a faint happiness filled his heart. What he wanted. But it was this kind of life.

Snowballs flew in the air one after another. The two of them no longer used lightness or martial arts. They just played around like children. The snowflakes were soft and didn't hurt when they hit their bodies. After a while, the two of them were covered with snow .

Even so, he couldn't feel the coldness at all. There was even fine sweat on his forehead. He Tingge looked at Fu Qingcheng, who was enjoying himself, and took a breath: "Is it cold?"

Fu Qingcheng stood not far from him. He smiled and said, "It's not cold. You're coming again." He was about to run away as he said that. He Tingge shook his head helplessly. However, when he closed his eyes, he found that .Fu Qingcheng's figure disappeared from sight.

"Qingcheng..." He Tingge panicked. He looked around, but it was a vast expanse of whiteness, and there were no people. If it weren't for the mess in this place, he even wondered if what he just said was just an illusion .

Chased in the direction where Fu Qingcheng was running. There was not even a footprint on the snow: "Qingcheng." He shouted the man's name loudly, but there was no response...

Overwhelming fear swept He Tingge's whole body and mind. He even found it difficult to breathe. The exhaled gas quickly condensed into water mist in the air, blurring his vision......

[The author has something to say: the past life chapter is coming to an end. I don’t know if you have forgotten the content of Chapter 1. Do you have any expectations for the ending of the past life? Is it abuse or hell? Leave a comment. Bodhi will seriously consider it oh.】

the most beautiful accident

Overwhelming fear swept He Tingge's whole body and mind, and he even found it difficult to breathe. The exhaled gas quickly condensed into water mist in the air, blurring his vision...

Staggering, He Tingge called Fu Qingcheng's name over and over again, but he couldn't hear an answer. It was the first time that he was so scared, and it was also the first time that he was so helpless...

The night became as bright as day because of the white snow all over the ground, but it was very dazzling. Without making a sound, the foot was empty, but it didn't know when it had reached the top of the hillside. At this time, it was too late to prepare, and it slid down up the hillside,

Choked by the snowflakes sucked into his mouth, He Tingge stood up while supporting the tree trunk on one side, couldn't help coughing twice more, and looked around in a vast expanse of white...

"Qingcheng..." Suddenly seeing a figure not far away, with ink hair flashing past, He Tingge's heart tightened, and he hurriedly chased after him. When he got there, he realized that Fu Qingcheng was squatting there. know what to do,

He Tingge walked over cautiously, but Fu Qingcheng looked back, with a look of surprise on his face: "Why did you come down?"

He Tingge didn't know how to describe this feeling of lost and found, but silently stretched out his hand and pulled Fu Qingcheng over to embrace him, only when the familiar temperature came from his hand, and He Tingge's heartbeat that hadn't stabilized for a long time, he found it got the feeling,

Fu Qingcheng lay in He Tingge's arms not knowing what was going on, but He Tingge's deep uneasiness made him stretch out his hand to comfort him, and then remembered that he didn't say hello, so he said apologetically, "I'm sorry..."

He Tingge buried himself in Fu Qingcheng's neck, and shook his head vigorously: "It's my fault, it's because I can't keep you..."

Fu Qingcheng's hand on He Tingge's back paused for a moment. He knew what He Tingge meant, and he also knew that his time was numbered, and his body went from good to bad. There is almost no feeling in the legs, the only thing I can feel is the bone-chilling chill, every time He Tingge hugs himself tightly, without saying a word, no, maybe I did, but I can’t hear it...

"Fengxi..." Fu Qingcheng let go of his arms, held He Tingge's face in his hands, and said softly, "I will be with you, no matter life or death." After saying that, he gently raised his head and kissed He Tingge's lips He Tingge endured the soreness in his heart, couldn't help himself, shook his head and said softly: "Enough, Qingcheng, enough..."

"There must be a way, there must be a way to cure you," He Tingge hugged Fu Qingcheng tightly, and couldn't help shedding tears in front of his beloved, choked up and said, "I'll go beg Mu Lan, please I beg Uncle Huo, they must have a solution, if we can't, let's go to Tangjiabao..."

"Fengxi," Fu Qingcheng reached out to touch the cold teardrops on the man's face, and smiled softly, "Promise me, this is the last time you shed tears. Fu Qingcheng has no regrets in having you treat me like this in this life. The only thing I am not reconciled to is not being able to accompany you for the rest of my life, I promise you, as long as there is a glimmer of hope, I will never give up, even if it is skinning and filing, I am willing to bear it."

He Tingge looked at Fu Qingcheng who was full of confidence in front of him, the bitterness slowly dissipated in his heart, hope... what a vague word,

"Okay, come and see, what is this?" Fu Qingcheng pulled He Tingge over, and He Tingge saw a frozen little fox where Fu Qingcheng was squatting before, with snow-white fur. black dots, barely visible,

"I've seen it. It's not dead yet. It can be rescued." Fu Qingcheng stretched out his hand to hug the frozen little fox, and said with a smile, "If I let it go before, I would have other thoughts about it, but it's so cold. My God, why do I feel like I can’t speak anymore?”

He Tingge shook his head with a wry smile, and took the fox from Fu Qingcheng's arms: "Let's go, go back first, it's too cold,"

Looking at the little fox on the table, Fu Qingcheng rested his chin on his arm, and piled the blankets around the little fox with one hand,

"Do you want me to light a brazier or some hot water?" He Tingge asked,

Fu Qingcheng looked at He Tingge's serious-looking face, and said helplessly, "You want to kill him..."

He Tingge frowned depressingly, and Fu Qingcheng explained: "It's frozen, its blood has coagulated, when it suddenly warms up, its blood vessels burst, maybe all the fur on its body will fall off..."

"Oh," He Tingge was taught, so he had to come over with the basket, spread a thick blanket, put the little fox in, and then pulled Fu Qingcheng up: "Okay, you have been tossing for so long, and it's not yet dawn. take a break,"

Fu Qingcheng was somewhat unwilling: "Not sleepy..."

"Lie down even if you're not sleepy," He Tingge couldn't help but take off Fu Qingcheng's coat, and put him on the bed to warm him up.

He Tingge sat by the bed, looked at Fu Qingcheng who was unwilling to close his eyes, and looked at him eagerly. He Tingge stretched out his hand and pulled up the quilt, almost covering the corner of his mouth, and said, "Look at me."

"My wife is so handsome," Fu Qingcheng covered his mouth under the quilt, and said with a sullen smile,

He Tingge didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Hearing such awkward words for the first time, he sighed helplessly: "My husband is so beautiful."

Fu Qingcheng's handsome eyebrows raised slightly: "Prettier than Haitang,"

"That's not true," He Tingge said seriously,

Fu Qingcheng curled his lips, lifted his chin slightly, and poked it out from under the quilt: "Then why don't you like Haitang?"

He Tinge: "..."

"I didn't say I didn't like it," He Tingge blinked and said deliberately,

Fu Qingcheng was really unhappy: "I knew it,"

"You know what you know," He Tingge poked at the bulging ball in the quilt: