Brewmaster

Shi Mu walked towards the shore, the barrier in the river disappeared, the fish began to flow freely again, and the petals spread out along the river and flowed downstream.

Shi Mu walked towards the shore step by step, and when he stepped on the shore, the water on his body was already dry, only his hair was long and dragged to his waist, and the tips of his hair were still dripping.

The shore was covered with grass, and when one stepped on it, the grass fell slightly and was very soft.

Huarong heard the noise, and came out from behind the stone. Shi Mu was already dressed, it was still red, with a light gauze texture, if ordinary people wore such complicated gauze clothes, the whole thing would be blown up.But Shi Mu is different. I don’t know what kind of material the fairy’s clothes are made of. They are very light and thin. Even if they go down more than a dozen layers, they can flutter with the breeze. When the microwave is emitted, it is just fluttering and independent, becoming immortal and becoming immortal.

Shi Mu came slowly, step by step, and a string of water drops fell from the tip of her hair step by step.

Huarong felt that the world was still and everything was quiet, as if she could hear the sound of water droplets breaking on the green grass, and then quietly seeping into the ground to moisten a piece of land.

Quiet and gentle.

Shi Mu looked at Hua Rong and smiled, and then, everything became alive.

Huarong went up to meet her.

Shi Mu pushed his long hair in front of him, and then spread it behind him, so that the hair would dry quickly.

Huarong discovered that there were still petals stuck to Shi Mu's hair, the bright red ones were caught between her hair, adding a touch of charm.

Who said teenagers don't wear flowers?

It is also elegant for a man to wear flowers.

Huarong wrapped her hands behind Shi Mu, the height difference made it look like Shi Mu was hugged in her arms.

Huarong pushed Shi Mu's hair in front of him, and helped him pluck off the petals stuck in his hair.

Shi Mu took the petal, raised his arm and placed it on Huarong's head.

The cold-faced young man in black had a lone flower petal on his head. It was neither charming nor elegant, but very...cute.

Shi Mu laughed so hard that she couldn't straighten her back, her hair was already dry, and the remaining petals slid down her waist, rustling to the ground.

Hua Rong took off the petals and threw them on the ground, Shi Mu still felt a little regretful.

Shi Mu stretched out his hand to tie his hair, walked and said: "Then let's continue on our way, at least find a place to live, I don't want to sleep in the woods at night."

"okay."

Shi Mu obviously didn't have the skills to tie up his hair with a hairpin, so he only tied it up with a hairband, which floated long behind his back, which complemented his clothes perfectly.

On the edge of the forest, before reaching the city, there are already farmers living nearby. Rows of low thatched houses are connected together to form a small village.

The sky was getting dark, and the room was illuminated with orange lights. It was not simple, but looked very warm.

Huarong knocked on a door.

The guard dog in the yard let out a low growl, but he didn't bark, probably because he was afraid of waking up others.

Someone came out to open the door, the shoes knocked on the bluestone slab, the dog fell silent again, the wood door creaked, and the owner poked his head out.

The old man looked almost seventy years old, but his eyes still shone with shrewdness, and he still seemed to be in good health and full of energy.

Before the two of them spoke, the old man had already spoken, with a strong local accent: "Are you passing by? There are often people passing by here, and it is far from the town ahead, and it is getting dark. If you don't mind it, you can stay overnight Bar."

The two looked at each other, Shi Mu smiled, and said first: "Thank you, we will leave tomorrow, so we won't disturb you."

The old man stepped aside, let the two in, and bolted the door.

There is also an old woman in the room, who is doing needlework by the dim oil lamp.Seeing Hua Rong and Shi Mu coming in, she also smiled and beckoned them to sit down quickly, looking very enthusiastic.

The old man poured water for the two of them. There were no teacups, and rice bowls were used, which were very clean. There was no tea, but wild vegetables.

Huarong took a sip, the taste was a bit bitter, it should be for clearing away heat and relieving fire.

Shi Mu didn't like bitter ones, so he put it down after one sip, but he still smiled and didn't complain.

The old man said: "My wife and I have lived here for decades. When our son and daughter-in-law grow up, they all go to the city to beg for a living, leaving only a little granddaughter here, who is now 16 years old."

The old woman continued: "There are a lot of people coming and going here. Over the years, the two of us have stayed with many people. The folks always say that the world is not peaceful, and it is not safe for us to do so."

"But we thought, there is nothing in our home that can make people think. It's just a one-night stay for people. It's just a convenience. We just come here, so that the family can also have some popularity."

The old man was very talkative, probably because he hadn't talked to outsiders for a long time, and he seemed very happy.

The two listened quietly without interrupting.

The old man just wanted to talk.

The old woman was doing her needlework, and she was also listening with a smile on her face, talking a few words from time to time, and arguing a few words with the old man on the same topic.

People get old, that's about it.

No matter how good the body is, it can't compare with the prime of life.Dazzled, hard of hearing, unable to walk, unable to remember, can only stay in one place, unable to touch the vicissitudes of the outside world, only a few household items tossed and turned over and over, which can drag people to talk for a long time.

But sometimes, those who are willing to listen to them are often strangers, or just passers-by.

Don't wait, the young man's head is white, empty and sad.

It's not that you don't achieve anything, but that you are left behind by everything you are familiar with, doing nothing.

Someone was willing to listen to him, and the old man seemed much more relaxed.

"It's getting late, the empty room is at the back, you can boil water and wash yourself, go to bed early," the old man said, then turned to look at the old woman, and asked, "Why hasn't Qianqian come back so late?"

The old woman stopped her work and said, "You forgot, Qianqian went to the city to deliver something to her father, and she won't be back until tomorrow."

"Ah, look at my memory."

The old man also stood up and was about to go back to the room, and said: "If you need anything, come to me, go out through that door, and you will see the empty room. The things inside are all freshly washed and very clean. "

The two thanked each other again, and got up to go to the backyard.

The room is poorly furnished, but just right.

A low couch, a square table with four legs, and a few square stools are almost all the furnishings.

The room is not big, and the tubs are squeezed out of the door. Next to it is the firewood room. The chopped firewood is piled together for people to boil water.

But obviously, it will take a while to boil a bucket of water.

Huarong put the bathtub in the room, although it was a bit compact, but it was good to put it in the yard.

As soon as Huarong filled the water, Shi Mu heated the water up, Huarong raised her eyebrows.

It is quite convenient to have a fairy.

There is no screen in the room, and even if there was one, it wouldn't fit.The bathtub is very close to the table, sitting at the table, you can feel the heat from the bathtub.

Huarong was about to start taking a bath, so Shi Mu simply sat on the low couch, tried not to look over there, and tried not to listen to the sound of rushing water.

But Shi Mu discovered that even a fairy couldn't do it.

Huarong sat in the tub for a while, and the sound of the water stopped, only Huarong's breathing could be heard, which was even and peaceful, and her low voice was indescribably sexy.

Shi Mu was a little restless.

Shi Mu was sitting on a wooden bed, which was not firm, and would creak when he moved a little, the sound was very clear in the room, Shi Mu was so frightened that he didn't dare to move, and even his breathing eased a lot.

The sound of water was heard again in the room, a strand of black hair hangs down in front of Shi Mu's eyes, and Shi Mu raised his eyes to see——

"My God, why don't you wear clothes!"

Shi Mu simply didn't know where to put his eyes.

Huarong didn't care at all about standing naked in front of others, rather, she was very comfortable.

Huarong's hair is very long, after all, no one would remember to trim his hair, and he usually doesn't notice it, but at this time, Shi Mu is extremely grateful that Huarong's hair can be kept so long, at least almost everything that should be covered is covered.

Although not too strict...

Shi Mu forcibly controlled his eyes to look at Huarong's face.

Although it's weird no matter where you look...

The wet hair stuck to Huarong's face, very messy, water flowed down and dripped onto Shi Mu's face.

Huarong caressed Shi Mu's cheek, wiped away the dripping water with her thumb, and saw Shi Mu staring straight at him, his eyeballs were trembling all the time, his eyes were wide open, he wanted to move but didn't dare to move, his cheeks were still biting It's red.

Huarong couldn't help but smiled and said, "You have all my clothes, so I have nothing to wear."

Shi Mu almost threw his clothes on Hua Rong's face, could this be considered a reason? !

Although it seems reasonable.

But Shi Mu still didn't do that, tightly holding Huarong's clothes that appeared out of nowhere, with his eyes closed, he put it in front of Huarong's face, saying, "Hurry up and put it on, I'm not ashamed!"

Shi Mu turned his head to one side, eyes still tightly closed.

Huarong put on her clothes slowly, Shi Mu couldn't hear the sound, so she tentatively opened one eye, seeing that Huarong was dressed, she turned her head.

"Go to bed quickly, it's already so late." Shi Mu said as he rubbed Huarong's hair, and Huarong's hair dried immediately.

Hua Rong also sat on the bed, and the bed board creaked again.

Huarong turned off the oil lamp with a wave of her hand, and asked Shi Mu to lie down inside, and then followed suit.

The bed is hard, uncomfortable to lie on, and a bit uncomfortable, but the sheets and quilts are all freshly dried, and the smell of sunshine is full of it when you lie on it.

Lovely.

Huarong turned over and put her hands on Shi Mu's waist. Shi Mu looked like a thin and beautiful woman, but unexpectedly there was some flesh on her waist. It was soft to the touch, and Huarong couldn't help touching it a few times.

Shi Mu felt itchy when touched, subconsciously wanted to struggle, but when he thought about the sound the bed would make, he didn't dare to move again.

He didn't want to hear strange noises from the bed falling in the middle of the night.

Shi Mu could only lie on the bed straight with a pen, letting Huarong's hands move restlessly.

"I told you, enough touching."

Shi Mu finally couldn't bear it anymore.

Always feel a little hot.

Shi Mu took a deep breath.

Huarong felt that Shi Mu's skin had started to heat up, making his palms feel hot, Huarong rubbed Shi Mu again, and said, "Well, I've had enough of touching."

"you--!"

"Go to sleep. Good night, Shi Mu."

"Well," Shi Mu snorted, "good night."