Chinese Almanac Master

Han Yi was proposed to be married to Zhong Yuan, and all the calendar gods in the entire calendar knew about it in a short while.

Of course, except Mr. Hanyi himself.

The marriage between the Gods of Calendar has always existed since ancient times. In the past, if the Gods of Calendar who were in love with each other had plans to get married, they would usually go to the New Year's Eve Lord for advice, and then find Yuanxiao, who is in charge of the love between men and women, to be a matchmaker for each other's marriage.

It's just that the unbelievable situation now, no matter how you look at it, is Zhongyuan's unilateral self-assessment and has never asked about his shameless behavior. Thinking of this, Han Yi, who was standing directly outside the Zhongyuan Festival calendar with two knives, turned pale. It becomes even uglier.

"Oh, Hanyi, are you here to see Zhongyuan? I heard that you two are getting married. I'm so envious. Are you planning to do things on the National Day or Mid-Autumn Festival? You must find a good day. It's the first time you're getting married."

July [-], who lives next door to the Ghost Festival, sat at the door of his house and greeted Han Yi enthusiastically. Han Yi glared at him horribly through the gray veil on his face, and didn't care about July [-] being scared. As soon as he jumped, he kicked open the door of Zhongyuan's mansion viciously and walked in quickly.

And after he casually split open the yellow and white paper money lanterns that can be seen everywhere in Zhongyuan's house, the grumpy Han Yi simply vented all his bad emotions from being teased along the way.

"Zhongyuan! Get out of here! Get out!"

While scolding angrily, his fingers were trembling, and his whole body was covered with cold air. He only felt that Zhongyuan was humiliating himself in this way. Hanyi only waited a few seconds anxiously, and the room with the lights out there was faintly lit. A light was lit, the light was weird, like Zhong Yuan's character, it was a bit eerie, and then Zhong Yuan, who was only wearing a thin black shirt on his shoulders, did not bring the iron face on his face. The shell mask just walked out.

The Yulan Festival survived the war in his family and country. Although the original Buddha's heart is still firm, the severe injuries on his body are hard to get rid of. The scars on his face are the sufferings suffered by the people of the Chinese homeland, and it is hard to fade away throughout his life. .

In the past, Zhongyuan was always reluctant to show his true face in front of others. Others thought he was cold and arrogant. In fact, it was not because he didn't want others to see his pain too much. But facing him at this moment means a lot For the first time, Zhongyuan showed his wounds one by one, which stunned Hanyi Jie who had come to trouble him specially.

"I gave you the Buddha Heart Precept Knife, so why take it back?"

The thin and cold voice sounded quite irritating and natural, Han Yijie took a cold step forward and glanced at the scar on his face unconsciously, and after forcing himself not to look at him, he pretended not to mention that An embarrassing and absurd marriage contract and said slowly,

"But I don't want anything that belongs to you."

"You don't want my knife?"

"Correct."

"Then what about my heart, would Mr. Hanyi want it?"

"...What nonsense are you talking about?"

His face was flushed by his sudden words, and there was a strange heat on his cheeks covered by the cold clothes and gray gauze. He didn't dare to guess Zhongyuan's real purpose, but he was easily influenced by his unkind love. emotionally annoyed.

But when he approached him directly holding a paper money lantern, the black-robed Zhong Yuan didn't look at Han Yi and immediately raised it up to point at his own knife point, only looking at him with dark eyes and looking at him vaguely thoughtfully said,

"Without last night, maybe I would never understand in my whole life. You were once a defeated opponent to me, but you are also an opponent along the way. Love, hate and parting, I don't care about other things, but I only care about you. Thinking about it, if I give you the Buddha Heart Knife, I will give you my sincerity, Han Yijun, whether you want it or not, there is a heart in Zhongyuan, and the world can learn from it."

On weekdays, the cold and cheerless Zhongyuan speaks love words more beautifully than the songs sung by the fairies of the Moon Palace during the Mid-Autumn Festival. Forget about not meeting him.

And suddenly held him tightly with his own cold palm, and the Zhongyuan Festival with a complex expression ignored the cold clothes festival and stared at him viciously, and it took a long time before he lowered his eyebrows and said lightly to him,

"You pretended not to remember what happened last night, but I remembered it. Although the poison of the ghost is fierce, it is not enough to make people lose their memories. Besides, you and I both understand that the poison of love is ineffective for us. You It was so easy to fall for it because you already had me in your heart, and that's why you were blinded by the poison, and you just wanted to make love to me..."

"Shut up for me!"

Forced to recall those absurd scenes of last night with Zhong Yuan, Han Yi, who has not been able to relieve love and hatred in his heart for a thousand years, felt a chill in his heart, but trembling hands and not speaking in the end was a tacit acceptance of all this.

He unconsciously recalled carefully the memory of being poisoned by the charmer that he deliberately forgot, and what appeared in front of his eyes and ears at the moment was such an unstoppable lewd voice.

"Yu Lan...ah...well...I want...I want...please...I want..."

In my mind, the picture of myself straddling the man in black for sex and being pressed down and kissed by the unbearable man is very clear. The bloody corpses all over the ground can't stop his raging lust, not because of him What else could be the reason for his own weakness and incompetence.

And if Zhongyuan hadn't stopped in time at the last moment and completely knocked him out, there would have been an unspeakable affair between them.

Thinking like this, looking at this opponent who was full of scars but exhausted him in his entire life, Han Yi, who had been suppressed by his thoughts in the past, only lowered his head and stared for a while with red eyes, for a long, long time As if waking up from a long memory, he said softly with a little self-deprecating,

"Yes, my heart is left over from sentient beings, but it's not mine, it's from Ghost Festival. He was young and ignorant, that's why he was confused by the grace of Yu Lan Festival, and secretly hides by your calendar every day Even though you are chanting sutras, you still refuse to leave, but Yulan Festival is so honorable, so how can he take such a small person seriously? a humiliation...because he didn't deserve it."

"He deserves it."

The sudden words interrupted Han Yi's painful voice, and finally forced him to tell the truth today, Zhong Yuan felt a little sour, but he still tried his best to maintain a calm face, and he would be shaken by him Holding his hand in his hand, he lifted the gray veil on his face and looked at him, then said in his most sincere and soft voice,

"I used to be stupid, and I always hurt you casually when I didn't understand anything. It is you who persisted like a Buddha and willing to influence me with [-] methods, so that I can live to this day. Now I am full of scars and ugly. , you used to be willing to save me, but now you still have me when your heart is cold, now you just ask the benefactor, are you willing to let me remove the gray veil for you, and then cover the red veil with my own hands?"

The thing Guitou had been begging for all his life was delivered to Han Yi's hands without too early or too late. He didn't want to answer Zhong Yuan, but his stiff and cold heart couldn't help but feel a little bit bitter. However, when the blurred vision fell on him Behind the Yanling Saber in his hand, he lost his mind for no reason, raised his head for a while and said to Zhongyuan unnaturally with red eyes,

"Take back your knife."

"........."

Hearing his answer, Zhongyuan's expression suddenly became blank. He grabbed Hanyi's hand vigorously and wanted to say something to keep him, even if he told him that he was sincere this time, but Hanyi only kept a cold face. Throwing away his hand, and then throwing his simple Buddha Heart Knife to him, he looked at him with red eyes in a slightly arrogant and wicked way.

"Speed ​​or not, it doesn't matter according to your mood, I will listen to my sword. Pick up your sword, Zhong Yuan, if you win again this time, whether it's a wedding ceremony or a mountain of swords and seas of fire, I, as a All the defeated generals listen to you, how about it?"

"……really?"

Picking up his Buddha Heart Knife expressionlessly, Zhongyuan's dark eyes were full of nostalgia and smiles, but also sincere joy and anticipation. Some teeth were itchy and wanted to ignore his cold clothes and just pointed the Yanling saber at his brow and smiled viciously.

"It's just that you have become my defeated general, and I have to let you taste for yourself what it was like to be played around at will last night. What do you think, Mr. Zhongyuan?"

……

On this day, the outcome between Lord Zhongyuan and Lord Hanyi was unknown to others.

All I know is that Mr. Hanyi didn't come out of Mr. Zhongyuan's mansion with a bad complexion until the next day. He not only changed into a brand new black robe, but also kicked the gate of Mr. Zhongyuan's house when he left.

July [-], who lives next door to Zhongyuanjun's house, enthusiastically shared this gossip with every melon-eating crowd who asked him about the pair of gods.

And when the next National Day finally came, the second day of October, who lived next door to the Cold Clothes Festival, not only did not usher in the good news that the cold clothes festival, a disturbing guy, had moved away because of his marriage, but he looked ashamed and cold on weekdays. During the Ghost Festival, I took the initiative to move to the house of the Winter Clothes Festival, and I have never left since then.

"Teacher Li, I think I'm going to have a nervous breakdown. The couple stay at home every day, wielding knives and guns in the middle of the night. Can I call the police?"

After countless protests were ineffective, when he came out to work on the second day of October, he saw Xiao Nanzhu and deliberately reflected this bad problem, and when he heard what he said, he folded the calendar paper in his hand and put it in his pocket. Xiao Nanzhu smiled at first, then touched his chin with an unscrupulous face and casually said,

"Next time they quarrel in the middle of the night, you can knock on their door and call their names when they finally stop arguing in the middle of the night, and don't call anything else, just call Hanyi Jun and the Hungry Ghost Festival for a hundred years together , give birth to a precious son early, hold two in three years..."

--"what do you think?"

——the end——