Spring copy

Mo Ya's heart skipped a beat. He knew it was impossible, but he still poked his head out from behind the low earth wall.

I saw Naxu lift up the basket, with a smile on his face, and pick up a little boy with a snotty nose.

It really wasn't me.

"Master Naxu, it's your turn to go to my house for dinner today." The little baby was very comfortable in Naxu's arms, sniffing his nose.

"Is your food delicious?"

The little baby thought about it seriously, nodded heavily and said, "It's delicious!"

"Okay, it's time to go home." As a teacher, Na Xu was extremely responsible and would send the students home one by one before sunset every day.

Mo Ya tightly closed his eyes, squatting against the earth wall, motionless.

It would be great if Na Xu degenerated to the point of burning, killing and looting.However, he hasn't changed at all.

Na Xu walked for a long time, but Mo Ya didn't move a single point.

As the days go by and the months come, night has just arrived, people are quiet, and the sand gradually reveals a cool air.Mo Ya got up, walked to the front of the house, and opened the door.

There is a couch in the room, there is a lamp in front of the couch, there is a table under the lamp, and there are pens, books, and paper on the table.

Suddenly, the eyes are a little hot again.

Now, Xiao Suo's furnishings are the only thing Mo Ya can get close to.

Na Chen said, after Shige has a heart, every heartbeat will hurt a little;

Na Chen said, after senior brother has a heart, the wound will feel a little uncomfortable on rainy days;

Na Chen said, after the elder brother has a heart, he will be a little afraid of the cold.

At that time, the cunning Mo Ya was dumbfounded.

As he approached step by step, Mo Ya put the drawing paper he had drawn in advance on the low table, then lay down, and revisited Na Xu's bed.

The bed was unspeakably cold.

And it just so happened that I had a little fever.

Mo Ya lay down, very carefully, in the middle of the small bed.

The monk is a dull monk, he doesn't turn over when he sleeps, and always sleeps in the middle of the bed according to the rules.

"Silly monk." Mo Ya breathed out, as if his breath was brushing against Naxu's ears, and slowly closed his eyes.

Na Xu pushed open the door, and vaguely felt the inexplicable warmth in the gray room.

Light the lamp, still like beans, the house is still empty.

The desolate wind slips in through the crack of the door, and the loneliness is as usual.

Braving himself up, Nasu took off his shoes and socks, sat on the bed, and found that the bed was not as cold as before, and even warmed a little.

Just wondering, he saw the squarely folded painting on the table.

Nasu unfolded.This painting is really... depressing.

Na Xu Meditation, this crooked figure should be in the shape of a human being, under a mass of thick black hair, two black dots should be eyes, and the exaggerated long eyelashes probably emphasize that the eyes are quite big.

Big clothes, big hem, waist is quite thin.Standing straight in the middle of the painting, from the direction of the hair and clothes, one can imagine that it should be facing the wind.

His eyes moved slowly, and the inscription of the painting clearly stated that it was You Guang.

This font is not seen much, but it is very, very familiar.Na Xu's heart trembled, and the next moment, he ran out the door with the painting.

It was pitch black outside.

Na Xu suddenly lost his mind and looked around while walking.

Occasionally, villagers patrolling at night passed by, raised a broken white lantern, and said, "Master Naxu, you don't have shoes on."

Only then did Na Xu lower his head, and said with a faint smile, "Yes..." Afterwards, he turned around and walked back step by step barefoot.

A drop of water fell on his cheek, and he looked up to see a distant day and white lightning split the night sky.

Sure enough, it was going to rain.

Nasu quickened his pace, ran back to the hut, closed the door again, and fell asleep with his clothes on.

While tossing and turning, there was a muffled thunder outside, and heavy rain poured down.

Mo Ya squatted on the roof, breathing disorderly.

The rain was sporadic until dawn.

The next day, the rain stopped at dawn.

Another pair of people came to the desert. They traveled in a unique way. It was Mr. Gao, an energetic master who listened behind his back and flew over the walls.

When he found the right place, Di Ting wiped the sweat off Gao Shou's nose before knocking on Na Xu's door.

Naxu opened the door, and the old man was very happy to meet.

"I invite you to eat moon cakes together." Di Ting was proud of the spring breeze.It's just that I haven't seen him for many years, but he looks a little thinner.

"Yes." Gao Shoumeng nodded and interjected.The two of them are tired of being together, like childhood sweethearts.

So, Na Xu took a rare day off to eat mooncakes with them, and the whole atmosphere instantly became a little sweeter.

Gao Shou put aside his expensive status as a martial artist, broke open his own mooncake, and picked out the salted egg yolk inside for Di Ting.

Ting Ting laughs bluntly and enjoys eating.

On the contrary, Na Xu was a little hesitant, pinching the cake, hesitant to speak from time to time.

Di Ting narrowed his eyes with joy, and asked, "Na Xu, what do you want to ask?"

"When did you... come here?" Na Xu raised his eyes and asked.

Di Ting's eyes turned, and at first his gaze was fixed on a certain point behind Na Xu, then he looked back, raised a mouthful of mooncake in his hand, raised his head and opened his mouth, and said, "You mean that painting?"

"What?" Gao Shou was confused.

With a cold face, Di Ting cast a glare at Gao Shou, and interrupted, "That's a surprise we gave you."

"Yes, yes, surprise." Lord Gao nodded repeatedly, very virtuous.

"Yes, but... I think the handwriting looks a bit like Mo Ya."

Di Ting sighed, and moved the chair closer to Na Xu: "Actually, you know very well that Mo Ya's dyeing vat can't pull out white cloth."

"This guy Mo Ya, I didn't like him from the beginning." In Gao Shou's concept, Mo Ya is a bad guy, very bad, very bad.And Nasu shouldn't worry about such a villain, he should have been a promising master.

Na Xu lowered his head and smiled when he heard Mr. Gao exaggerate the words of boundless future.

"I've already let go." Nasu said when the scenery was just right.The sun shines on the sand, and the sand spreads and ripples in the wind.

The sound is good, the shape is good, and the spirit is even better.

Listen carefully: "Is this true?"

"A man has a lifetime."

Yes, a person has a lifetime, so he has enough time to let go, not worry, and then forget, so just do your best.

Di Ting smiled slightly, "The color is like a knife for scraping meat, which makes you much thinner. Na Xu, why don't we go out to eat together tomorrow, let's make up our body."

"Alright."

While chatting happily, Di Tingsao saw that damned figure slipping into the hut silently.He immediately frowned, and said sleepily: "I'm not feeling well, go back to your room and lie down for a while."

Gao Shou immediately stood up, and Di Ting held him down: "You stay with Na Xu."

Entering the house, Di Ting closed the door and pointed at the person in the house angrily: "What are you doing here?"

Mo Ya lowered his head and remained silent.

"Where's You Guang?"

"Dead." Mo Ya replied in a very soft voice. In fact, Di Ting couldn't hear it at all. However, the wailing in his heart had already told Di Ting all the answers.

He picked up the inkstone with one hand and threw it at Mo Ya.Mo Ya didn't even hide, the inkstone was right in the middle of the mouth.

Not so cheap.

Listening to lift up the tin stick used by the monks in the corner, and beat the sticks in spring and autumn.

Mo Ya remained motionless and did not hum.

Listening to the truth stopped, and said viciously: "What the hell are you trying to do?"

Mo Ya hesitated for a moment, then suddenly knelt down on his knees and raised his head: "I want to sleep with Na Xu for one night..."

"Just for one night, you can ask Mr. Gao to touch Naxu's sleep point. I will leave at dawn, and I promise to do nothing to him, and I will not let him know."

"Crazy!" Di Ting took a step back, and immediately raised the high-speed rail guy, hitting Mo Ya head-on and face-to-face: "You crazy, you're so insane!"

Mo Ya was still kneeling, not breathing, and obediently being beaten.

Occasionally, when blood rushed out of his throat, he would catch it carefully with his hands, preventing a drop of blood from dripping on the ground.

He didn't make a sound, but the iron guy who beat people made a lot of noise.The voice was strange, Gao Shou and Na Xu looked at each other and ran towards the hut.Master Gao is a martial artist after all, he took three steps and made two steps, the door was opened a crack, and he could see clearly what was inside.

Relying on his superior wisdom, he immediately closed the door and turned around, blocking Na Xu's way.

"How about listening?"

"The old man is sick, he's fine, master doesn't need to go in and see!"

"It's better to go in and have a look."

Master Gao shook his head violently: "Master will hate me if he goes in and listens!"

"Why is this?"

"Divine beasts have the dignity of divine beasts, listen carefully and don't allow others to look at them casually."

"He hates it as soon as he hates it, let the poor monk see it first!"

"No!" Gao Shou firmly pressed against the door, "You're like this...I'll be jealous!"

After that, Di Ting didn't open the door until it was dark, sweating all over. When he opened the door, he said nonchalantly, "Let's find a place to sleep."

Na Xu touched the bed and frowned.The bed was still warm.

Gao Shou don't enter the house, just wait and see.

Di Ting stretched again, and said: "Na Xu, you are not in good health, you sleep on the bed, and Master Gao and I will squeeze together to sleep on the floor."

"You are customers, how can you..."

"That's it." Di Ting interrupted Na Xu's kindness.

"No."

"Gao Shou point to his sleeping hole." Di Ting pointed out a finger.

Before the words were finished, Mr. Gao made a move like lightning.

Na Xu, who was "sleeping" on the thin couch, slowly raised his head.

The frivolous man on the beam had a green beard and was covered in wounds.

"Why did he come here?" Gao Shou asked.

Di Ting didn't answer, just stared at Mo Ya and went down to the ground: "You lie down on the bed and go."

"Can you please avoid it for a while?" Mo Ya's voice was hoarse, "Don't worry, I just want to be alone with Na Xu for a while, and I won't do anything to him."

"It's really hard to believe in you." Di Ting shook her head.

"Really? I'm going to take off my clothes." Mo Ya said that he took off his clothes as soon as he took them off, very rascal.

Gao Shou observed words and expressions, understood the attitude of thorough listening, put on an official style, and said: "It's okay, everyone is public, there is nothing to be ashamed of."

The naked Mo Ya approached Mr. Gao, and suddenly pulled out the sword from Gao Shou's waist, and the sword was unsheathed in a flash——

Mo Ya raised his sword and cut his wrist!

Before the blood spattered, he wrapped his clothes around his wrists, tied the wound firmly, and returned the sword with a smile: "I will definitely leave before the blood runs out. Don't worry, I won't die. Even if I die in this place, I won't die." will not die by his side."

Di Ting gritted his teeth and frowned, Gao Shou patted him on the shoulder and persuaded him, "Let's go."

Soon, only Mo Ya and Na Xu were left in the room.

Outside the small window of the hut, the moonlight is flickering.The wet sky, the howling wind, and the dry desert look like the old days.

The blood was not flowing fast, Mo Ya sat beside Na Xu, gently touched Na Xu with his bloodless hand, turned over and lay down on the bed, listening to Na Xu's heartbeat.

The monk's hands and feet were indeed a little cold, and he slept there peacefully, not like a corpse, but a sleeping god as gentle as jade.

Mo Ya gasped to cover the heat for him, recalling in his mind the good time he had desecrated.

Unable to hold back for a while, he went to kiss Na Xu, and then little by little, over and over again, the color of his eyes turned from dark to light and then from light to dark...

"You fell in love with someone else, what should I do?" Suddenly, the pupil in the center of Amber's eyeball shrank, and Mo Ya was frivolous for a moment, sticking out the tip of his tongue to lick Na Xu, like a dog refusing to leave the master, "Why don't you die Right. If you die, I can hold you like this every night."

Having said that, he put his hand on Nasu's neck.

At the same moment, an illusion appeared in front of my eyes, blue sky and white clouds, the world is full of gods and Buddhas, and my clothes are fluttering.

The blood-stained hands held a person's face.

——Moonlight King, why don't you die and fulfill me.

Mo Ya clung to Na Xu tightly, feeling distressed, rubbing it reluctantly.

The evildoer and the Buddha-like person are almost stuck together.Obscene and obscene, clear and distinct, yet intertwined and difficult to distinguish.

The atmosphere of joy, but there is no action of love.Mo Ya's hand only slowly tightened around Na Xu's neck.

die soon.

This voice was like a curse, traveling through the desert wind and sand, it spanned thousands of years in one fell swoop.