Shuoyun Feidu

Beitang Zun Yue looked down at the young boy who was pillowed on his lap. The boy closed his eyes at this moment, his face was filled with a contented look, and he stretched his body lazily, just like a well-fed animal. Feet, the cat that is leaning against the wall to take a nap and bask in the sun, of course, is closer to a little leopard that has not yet grown up... Beitang Zun Yue felt that he seemed to enjoy the closeness of the father and son at this moment, and he used his hands to move Rubbing Rongdu's jet-black forehead hair in Beitang, he smiled lowly and said, "Sleep after eating, it's no different from a pig."

Beitang Rongdu closed his eyes and said with a lazy smile: "I am your son, if I am a pig, then what are you?" Mixed with the residual smell of grilled fish, two horses were standing leisurely under a tree not far away, occasionally lowering their heads to chew on withered yellow grass branches, and snorting a few times.Beitang Rongdu raised his hand to hold down the man's hand that was casually pulling his hair, and hummed softly: "Stop playing, you almost turned my head into a bird's nest." The man seemed to chuckle a few times , didn’t speak, the warm finger in his hand brushed across the boy’s forehead, and sure enough he didn’t move any more. Beitang Rongdu rested his pillow on the opponent’s strong thigh, put one hand on his stomach, and suddenly hummed a ditty: " There is a vine in front of Amen, the green field of Amenen has just sprouted, and the snail is climbing up step by step with that heavy shell on its back..."

The young man's voice was like the wind blowing through the eaves in spring, light and leisurely, with a touch of laziness. It was the first time Beitang Zunyue heard him hum a ditty, and the rhythm of the tone was very fresh. He had never heard it before, so he couldn't help but He smiled softly: "What is it singing?"

"...Ah, there are two orioles on the tree, and Axia is laughing at it. The grapes are still too early to ripen. What are you doing now? Don't laugh, Ahuang, oriole. They will ripen when I climb up to them... ..." Beitang Rongdu hummed the tune leisurely, and then casually said: "It's just some vulgar songs and slang tunes, how have you ever heard of this." As he spoke, he became a little interested, and opened his mouth to sing: "Bailing The head of the spirit tree sings to the branch, sister Ga is the apricot blossom in the garden, pick one and put it in the heart, we will not turn back in the water or fire..."

After Beitang Rongdu sang, he suddenly opened his eyes slightly, looked at Beitang Zun and said with a smile: "How about it, it's not at all the same as those Yingge and Yanqu that I've always listened to, it's very vulgar ?" Beitang Zunyue sneered and said, "...not bad, it's very fresh." Beitang Rongdu tilted his head lazily, found a comfortable position, and said, "Father, what are you doing?" The legs are too hard, not very comfortable, far worse than a pillow..." As soon as the words fell, Bei Tangzun stretched out his hand and trembled: "In front of this seat, how dare you dislike things?" Bei Tangrong Du looked up at him, suddenly let out a chuckle, and said: "Hey, why are you like this, other people's father is willing to ride a big horse for his son, I just complained casually, so you can scold me. Beitang Zun Yue raised his eyebrows, obviously not understanding: "... riding a big horse?" Beitang Rongdu made a gesture with his hands, and motioned for the man to see: "You don't even know this? On the ground, let my son ride as a horse..."

"...Bastard thing." Beitang Zunyue's long phoenix-eyed eyes slanted upwards, looking at the young man who was pillowed on his lap with a half-smile: "I give you this seat, to be a horse?" Beitang Rong After hearing this, Du couldn't help imagining a scene where Beitang Zunyue was crawling on the ground while he was riding on his back when he was a child, and suddenly felt a chill, and he smiled sarcastically: "Uh, this... It's really unimaginable... Even if I beat you up, it would be more realistic." He said, narrowing his eyes slightly, as if they were covered with the faint light of dawn before sunrise, with It is a bit misty, and the tone is also vaguely revealing the meaning of remoteness. It vaguely reminds me of some things from a long time ago: "...For example, there are so many people watching lanterns during the Lantern Festival, and the father puts his son on the seat. neck, watching the excitement on the street..."

The surrounding vegetation is cold, the sky is high and the clouds are calm, so quiet and facing each other, I suddenly heard the man say indifferently: "...Do you think so?" Beitang Rongdu subconsciously responded: "Huh?"

"It's not impossible..." Beitang Zunyue seemed to have thought of something, his right hand fell on Beitang Rongdu's head, and suddenly he smiled evilly, and his palm was also warm: "Dad, sit your son on your neck Well... If you want to do the same, it's not impossible." Beitang Rongdu said in amazement: "Hey, I'm just talking, besides, I'm so old... Even if you are willing, I will definitely be killed Laughing to death." Beitang Zunyue looked at him, suddenly sneered, his eyes jokingly glanced at the place three inches below the young man's dantian, and said with a light smile, "'big'? Where are you 'big'? It’s not the original snail, but it’s far worse than this seat.” Beitang Rongdu was stunned, then suddenly reacted, and then pulled the man’s hand off his head with some dumbfounding, saying: "...You man! Are you playing tricks on me on purpose? Distorting other people's meaning..." As he spoke, he grabbed the man's sleeve and covered his face, blocking the still bright sunlight: "The influence is extremely bad! With you like this Father, no matter what kind of good son he is, he will definitely be taught badly by you..."

After the two joked and joked for a while, Beitang Rongdu gradually became a little sleepy. At that time, the sky was just right, and Beitang Rongdu was quietly pillowing on the man's lap, his long hair was casually loose, and his face was covered with the other's face. With a piece of sleeve, Beitang Zunyue ran his fingers lightly through the boy's black and shiny hair, and said, "Are you really sleepy?" As a joke, I couldn't help but sneered a few times, and sighed: "Actually, I'm older than you...you're only thirty, and I'm already 34..."

How could Beitang Zunyue believe his words, he just laughed and curled two fingers of his right hand, pinched Beitang Rongdu's nose through the sleeve, stroked it a little bit before releasing it, and said: "The stinky breasts are not dry... He's just a fourteen-year-old brat, what is 34 upside down?" Beitang Rongdu smiled nonchalantly, and muttered: "If you don't believe me..." When the two said this, it made Beitang Zun more and more think of the past Then I thought about it, and said: "Speaking of which, I went to see you on the day you were born... wrinkled and red, as ugly as a monkey." Beitang Rongdu laughed and said: "Just born Your child can’t see where to look, and it will take two days to grow, and you must have been like this when you were born.” Beitang Zun was more noncommittal, just smoothed the boy’s hair casually, and continued to say with a low smile: “This You heard that children cry when they are born, but you didn't, until I slapped your ass, and you started howling..."

Because he covered his sleeves, he couldn't see the face of Beitang Rongdu, but he heard the laziness in his tone, as if he was about to fall asleep: "... At that time, I was just born, and I was in a daze... How could you even bother to cry... Later, when you slapped him down, of course you would wake up and cry..."

Naturally, no one would take this seriously, and Beitang Zunyue didn't bother to pay attention to his nonsense, but the leg that was pillowed by the young man slowly stretched out, so that Beitang Rongdu could lie down more comfortably...

The trees were cold, and the winter water was still flowing. After an unknown period of time, Beitang Rongdu had lost his voice, remained motionless, and the very slight sound of breathing became long and steady, and he must have fallen asleep.Although there was no wind around at that time, the weather was fine, but it was winter after all, and the temperature was still very low. Bei Tangzun looked down at the sleeping boy, seemed to think for a moment, and then stretched out his hand and brushed the boy without a trace. The boy's black sweet hole made him sleep soundly, so that he would not be woken up. Then he picked up Beitang Rongdu, walked to the tree where the horse was tied not far away, got on the horse and took him back.

This sleep was very sweet, and the sound of the zither was vaguely heard in the dream. Beitang Rongdu slowly stretched his waist, stretched his muscles and bones, and then slowly opened his eyes, seemingly half-open.

The begonia-colored golden shark tent hangs obediently on both sides, with clusters of hibiscus flower embroidered patterns on it, the bottom of the body is soft and comfortable, covered by the ermine mattress, it is extremely warm, and a green wishful peony quilt is tightly packed. Covering the body with the ground, there is soothing incense burning in the bedside censer, and a ray of pale white smoke slowly escapes from the hollow hole, lingering around the room, and the fragrance is overwhelming.Beitang Rongdu didn't move, just looked at the familiar furnishings, then turned his head to look at the young man who was sitting upright playing the piano not far away.Shen Hanyan was dressed in black, covered with a blue open dress, and was concentrating on playing an extremely old guqin, with a soft tone pouring out from his hand, gurgling like a deep stream of still water, Quite helpful to sleep, Beitang Rongdu squinted his eyes for a moment, then said: "...Why did I come back?"

The slender fingers froze, and the sound of the piano stopped. Shen Hanyan turned around and said with a smile, "I'm awake." He got up, poured a cup of warm tea, walked to the bed, and handed the cup to Beitang Rongdu: "The castle owner sent you back...it's cold, sleeping outside is better than sleeping inside, if you catch the cold, what can you do?" Beitang Rongdu sat up slightly, drinking tea with the young man's hand , and then rubbed his head on his shoulder, and immediately smelled a faint fresh fragrance, and said with a smile: "Today, my father and I grilled fish by the river, but I didn't expect that his craftsmanship is as good as that of a fish." really not bad……"

Shen Hanyan smiled warmly: "It turns out that's the case. I said, why do you smell like fish?" Beitang Rongdu touched his hand from the lapel of his clothes, all the way to his smooth chest, familiar with the door. He grasped a soft protrusion familiarly, rubbed it slowly, and said lazily: "Really? Why can't I smell it?" Shen Hanyan was teased by him, and he couldn't help tensing up slightly, but it didn't matter. Avoiding it, he just held Beitang Rongdu's wrist slightly with one hand, and replied with eyebrows: "...you don't feel it when you smell it...you...do you want to?"