domestic hell grinder

[Yue Qi lightly dropped a piece of chess, and said with a smile on the corner of his mouth: "In two years, you should be awarded the priesthood, what do you think?"

Yue Ling Dingqing sat on the chessboard for a long time, but he still didn't make a move, there was a hint of apprehension on his brows, he didn't know if he was thinking about the way to win the game, or thinking about his father's words.

Yue Che supported the first class: "How can you be so shameless? I have never thought about it for as long as you do in the next three steps."

Yue Ling still didn't make a move, and asked, "Is there a job where you don't have to deal with people?"

"Although I hope you will be more cheerful and lively, if you feel the most comfortable in this state, I won't force you to do anything." Yue Qi raised his eyebrows and raised his eyebrows, "How about impermanence?"

"Connecting yin and yang, crossing the impermanence of life?"

"Yes, if you don't want to deal with people, how about dealing with ghosts?"

Yue Ling:?

"If this is not good, let me think about it again."

Yue Ling pondered for a moment, and his frowning brows relaxed: "I just listened to this a little bit, I can't say whether I like it or hate it, or I can think about it first."

The faint smile on Yue Qi's face still hasn't recovered: "Do you feel a little gloomy?"

"Ghosts and humans are separated by yin and yang, but when they go from yang to yin, they will become extremely vicious. Isn't this a story used to scare children who won't sleep?"

"Which child was scared?" Yue Qi's angle was particularly strange.

"My mother told me that when I was a kid."

After a long silence, Yue Qi still had a smile in his eyes, but he sighed on his face, "Tang Yi, Tang Yi, I can't do anything with her, but your brother is still young, I have to pay attention Take a look at this question."

Yue Ling nodded, his hand hanging on the chessboard for a while, but still couldn't let go: "Dad, you blocked my escape route."

"As long as you want to retreat, how can you stop it?" Yue Qishen pointed to a certain direction on the chessboard.

After thinking for a moment, Yue Ling still dropped the game.

"Look, son, there is always a way out."

"What about you, dad, do you have a way out for yourself?"

Yue Qi was stunned, and then shook the chessboard: "You don't want me to deal with that organization in the past."

"I don't have a good feeling."

Yue Qi didn't take it seriously, but joked: "If I really die in the line of duty, you will become impermanent at that time, and we can still meet."

"I'm not kidding."

Yue Qi's originally gentle eyes suddenly became unfathomable: "Yue Ling, are you willing to go with me? Come with me."

When Yue Ling was about to answer well, his heart suddenly felt a sharp pain, and a voice that seemed familiar but felt strange at the moment kept appearing in his mind: You come back, you come back... He thought it was a hallucination. Shaking his head, when he looked up at his father again, there was no one in front of him, only the messed up chessboard...]

After Yin Zhao tucked Yue Ling's quilt up to his chin, he brushed away the broken hair scattered on the side of his face. After fiddling with it, he continued to fall into boredom. However, he didn't want to go back, so he went back to his room and took the hair that Yue Ye brought. When the fruit plate was brought over, I didn't pick it, and ate it one by one.

When picking up the last strawberry, he subconsciously raised his eyes to look at Yue Ling, and met a pair of quietly rolling eyes.

Yin Zhao's first reaction was to pick up Yue Ling's hand and put the strawberry he picked up on it. When he was about to close it, his movements froze suddenly. He lowered his head to look at the red fruit, and then leaned forward to see if the staring at each other just now was a hallucination. A moment later, a string stretched in my mind suddenly snapped.

Yue Ling was stunned for a moment, at first he couldn't understand why Yin Zhao brushed off the strawberry when he pounced on him, it just rolled to the ground and disappeared into the carpet.However, it doesn't seem to be very important, after all, the crying in the arms is hard to ignore.

Yin Zhao thought of many ways to claim credit at the moment when he hugged him, but when he met Yue Ling, he was so choked up that he couldn't speak, and then he simply wiped his tears with his pajamas.

"You're pressing on my wound, it hurts a bit." Yue Ling finally found a space to interject.

"It will hurt, it's okay." Yin Zhao got up while wiping tears.

"It's so hot, who tucked me up so high."

"......I."

"Oh, pull me up," Yue Ling looked like he had just woken up, full of laziness, "slow down, don't pull the wound."

"You don't want to go alone and don't listen, you're always so rebellious." Yin Zhao scolded, but acted extremely cautiously.

"Isn't he dead?"

"It's not because of me."

Yue Ling was slightly stunned, with complex glances falling from Yin Zhao's forehead to his chest, and even tore off his clothes to check, as if he was confirmed, the slightly frowning brows opened slightly.

Yin Zhao's mind went blank, and he quickly tucked in his clothes: "What are you doing? You're not in good health."

"You're fine." Fortunately, you're fine.

"I'm fine." Yin Zhao showed no guilt on his face, "I just passed out for a few days."

"How many days have I slept?"

"It's more than a week. Ling An estimated that you would wake up in this period, so I came here specially to stay." Yin Zhao said proudly.

Yue Ling stared at him, and said softly, "Come here a little longer."

Yin Zhao wanted to get under the quilt, but before he lay down, Yue Ling's head leaned back and leaned firmly on the front of his shoulder.

Yin Zhao froze for a moment, then moved his position a little to make his hands less sore.

"Want to hear the truth?"

"Ah? You still have something to hide from me?" Yin Zhao was startled.

"Actually, I regretted that day."

Yin Zhaoming knew the reason and asked, "What do you regret?"

Yue Ling was silent, the corners of his mouth slightly raised: "I should postpone it for a day, maybe I can still have that drink."

Yin Zhao was shocked: "Yes! You said that you accompanied me to drink that night."

"There is a liquor cabinet downstairs."

"It's common sense not to drink when the wound is not healed, Yue Ling, can you save me some snacks?"

"...You are so grumpy today."

"I haven't found a chance to speak for several days. What's the matter?" Yin Zhao was only fierce for a few seconds, and his face soon became a little strange, "Well, my waist is a little sore, why don't I put the pillow upright Get up, you lean back."

Yue Ling didn't say anything, but after standing up, he took a serious look at Yin Zhao's waist, with a deep understanding hidden in his eyes.

Yin Zhao: ...Isn't that what happens when the waist twists too much?

After he was embarrassed, he switched hands and turned on another night light, and asked, "Want to eat? Yue Ye bought fruit and cake today, but I ate all the fruit, and the cake was still a little bit frozen in the refrigerator. "

"I want something to drink, not water."

Yue Ling didn't usually drink much, so Yin Zhao racked his brains to come up with milk.

"Add honey." Yue Ling reminded.

"Don't you like sweets?"

"The mouth is so pale, I want to eat something sweet." Yue Ling's expression at this time was a little different from his usual one, a bit... like a child who wants to eat snacks.

"Understood." Yin Zhao ran quite fast.

When Yin Zhao came back holding the cup, Yue Ling had already got off the bed, sat on the carpet, and pressed his heart lightly.

"It hurts again?"

Yue Ling looked up at him, frowned slightly and said, "Why is it so long?"

Yin Zhao was taken aback for a moment, and then said: "I'll go and say hello to Tang Yi first, she is very happy, and I wanted to come over, but I think you just woke up and you don't like to make noise, come back tomorrow after you have a rest."

A moment of helplessness flashed across Yue Ling's eyes, and he murmured: "Actually, it doesn't need to be like this."

Seeing this, Yin Zhao wanted to pull him up: "You want to see Sister Tang? Come on, let's go to her place."

Yue Ling suddenly turned his head to look out the floor-to-ceiling window: "It's so bright outside."

Yin Zhao followed his gaze and his pupils widened: "I even forgot that today is the last day of December."

"Tomorrow's New Year?" Yue Ling was slightly surprised, and after being pulled up by Yin Zhao, he urged him, "Go to the balcony and have a look."

Yin Zhao hesitated for a moment, then put all the thick blankets visible in his sight on him, and then opened the French windows.

The lights overflowing from all parts of the city filled the eye sockets, and occasionally fire trees and silver flowers scattered in the sky.

The snow hadn't melted yet, and it wasn't as cold outside as Yin Zhao imagined, but he ordered Yue Ling not to put down the blanket, and he was obedient.

The two reclining chairs were turned into a connected double chair by Yue Ling at some point. Yin Zhao didn't realize it for a while, and poked his head downstairs to see if one fell down, but someone was there again. Behind him he rolled his eyes secretly.

However, the double chair is really comfortable to sit on, especially when you can put your legs on Yue Ling's side.When Yin Zhao was about to lean his head over, he took a step ahead and leaned over first.

Something is not right, today must be too sticky, Yin Zhao thought.Not a bad feeling though.

The fireworks were too dazzling, Yue Ling kept her eyes closed quietly, and it took a long time before she said: "I want to see it."

Yin Zhao subconsciously bent his hands behind his head and covered Yue Ling's eyes: "It's not worth it, it's not worth it, it will take a long time to see it."

"I want to see." Yue Ling straightened his head and sat upright.

"...Here," Yin Zhao thought for a while, turned his head to Yue Ling, "open your eyes and look at me." Then he blinked his eyes hard, and said with a smile, "I see Aren’t your eyes bright when you’re at it? Brighter than fireworks, right?”

A smile could not help but flash across Yue Ling's face, but he still made a perfunctory sentence.

"Ling An is amazing," Yin Zhao said in a serious tone, "Isn't it a trivial matter to bring you back from the dead line?"

Yue Ling nodded: "Take your time."

Yin Zhao suddenly thought: "Did you ask me just now? Three."

"Those that are not announced in advance will not be counted, and what I will say next will be counted as one."

"Well, anyway, I don't think there is anything more difficult than letting you watch fireworks."

"The last request is: Promise me three more."

"You are fooling."

"Who told you to always be disobedient, and this trick is the only one that works."

"I'm disobedient? This time I won't let you go alone and you still don't listen, who is disobedient?"

"You are so fierce."

Yin Zhao was at a loss for words, so he simply kicked him.

Yue Ling knocked on the arm of the chair: "Where do you want to live in the future? This is our original house?"

"Your mother and brother are here, so it's good to live here."

"I'm asking for your wishes."

Yin Zhao suddenly became interested: "I want to go everywhere and change to new places from time to time, he paused, "Except for Xiacheng. "

"Okay." Yue Ling agreed very neatly.

When the fireworks were at their peak, Yin Zhao didn't want Yue Ling to miss him, so he kissed her, but his lips just touched each other lightly. Be on guard to prevent the dry wood from sparking, or else with Yue Ling's current body...be more restrained.

Yue Lingxiu realized that he was a blessing, and Yin Zhao confirmed it again.

However, when he noticed that Yue Ling's aura started to change, Yin Zhao was slightly startled. He obviously wanted to let go, but his mouth just didn't listen to him.

Tang Yi's sudden visit helped him instead.

When the sound of opening the window came to his ears, Yue Ling stopped calmly, turned his head away, and smiled slightly: "Mom."

Tang Yi: ...The one you are not embarrassed about is me.

Her expression quickly returned to normal, and she smiled slightly: "I still can't help but come over to see how you are doing. From what I see now, I feel relieved."

Tang Yi turned to the stunned Yin Zhao and said, "Why don't you wear multiple clothes?"

"I...I'm hot."

Yue Ling looked at him sideways: "Are you hot?"

"hot."

The corner of Tang Yi's mouth rose, and then he waved his hand and said, "Good night, tomorrow is the first day of the new year, don't wake up too late."

When Yin Zhao heard a "snap", he was taken aback for a moment, and after three seconds he said, "Is that the sound of locking the French windows?"

"That's right, my mother likes to be confused." Yue Ling looked calm.

"It's fine, and I can keep watch at the night." Yin Zhao changed into a comfortable position and lay down again, taking advantage of the situation and quietly pulled some blankets over to cover him, "Yue Ling, Happy New Year."

"Happy New Year."

"I want to make a new year's resolution."

"Listening."

"Next year you will stay with me on vigil."

"Just next year?"

"Because next year I will continue to raise this wish."

Every year, every year, I mention this.