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On the second day, Gu Di came to find them.He held the bamboo flute in his hand, and when he pushed the door, his expression was very complicated, and there was a faint sense of dust settled.

Mingyi couldn't help being attracted by the bamboo flute in his hand.It was probably a verdant green at first, but it was obviously not young. It was polished smooth and shiny, and it exuded a deep brown, almost blood-colored.

Now Mingyi has recognized it, he is too familiar with this thing - he used to carry it in his arms every day, and later, he voluntarily let it become his deepest nightmare at night.

He Chen's eyes also fell on the bamboo flute.He also thought of something, his expression froze.

How many of those deep colors are... raised by that person with blood?

The deep and shallow scars on Mingyi's body flashed before He Chen's eyes, and he suddenly remembered that Mingyi recalled some old memories when he was at the old Ming residence for the first time, that extremely painful reaction.

And...the tear that fell on He Chen's palm when Mingyi sleepwalked for the first time.

He Chen felt a pain in his heart, and his tone couldn't help but become colder: "What are you doing here?"

Gu Di, who was innocently targeted, seemed to understand He Chen very well, without any reaction, he just said calmly: "Come and return the things.

"And..." He paused, then added, "Thank you."

Gu Di took two steps towards Mingyi, and gently placed the bamboo flute on the table in front of Mingyi: "This is something very important to you, and now it is returned to its original owner. Congratulations, your wish has been fulfilled. Thank you You, if it weren't for you day after day... I wouldn't be able to give birth to spiritual wisdom."

"Thank you," Ming Yi said, "but you don't need to thank me. I just want to save people."

Although the bamboo flute is He Chen's demon bone, and a little of He Chen's demon power is attached to it, but under the nourishment of Mingyi day after day, it also gave birth to its own spiritual wisdom, and became Gu Di.

Gu Di nodded: "Anyway, without you, I wouldn't be where I am today. At the beginning, I followed a feeling to find this place and you... Now I understand."

Gu Di exhaled slowly, as if letting go of something, his expression was calm, and he looked a little relaxed: "Well, it's time for me to say goodbye."

Gu Di walked away for a long time, but He Chen remained silent, not knowing what he was thinking.

After a while, He Chen suddenly asked a question.

He Chen said: "Those nights... You said that when you were by my side, you wouldn't feel any pain. Is it true?"

Mingyi didn't expect him to ask this suddenly, so he nodded in a daze and replied, "Really."

Since he came to this house, there will be no new injuries at night, and there will be no physical pain.But he didn't know whether it was the past that left too much scars in his heart, or his physical problems, he still felt unspeakable pain at night.But this kind of pain, as long as he is by He Chen's side, it miraculously disappears, it's true.

He Chen closed his eyes, and Mingyi saw his fingers clenched.

"Back then..." he opened his mouth with some difficulty, "Back then, when you first came here, you always sleepwalked to my place at night. And I... just spread a fog in the yard to keep you out. Don't let you come to me."

Mingyi tried hard to recall for a while.After recovering his memory, he gradually remembered more things.Gradually, he remembered that when he first came to He Chen's place, it seemed that... some nights seemed to feel much better, but later on, the pain and torment at night did come back.

until……

"Later, you almost... almost walked out of the house. I removed the fog." He Chen said slowly.

Mingyi was startled, he didn't expect such a thing to happen.He thought about it and figured it out: He Chen has always hated contact with people, probably because of this in the first place, he wouldn't let him go there at night.Later, he almost had an accident, and He Chen removed the mist again, so Mingyi went to look for him every day during the night, so there was no more pain at night.

He Chen's expression became more and more ugly.Mingyi realized slowly that he was blaming himself and suffering for this incident, so he hurriedly took a step closer to him and stretched out his hand.

Mingyi knew that he hadn't digested those things in his previous life, and it was the time when he felt uncomfortable, and this self-blame would be extremely heavy, falling on his heart, making him breathless.When the mood is the most unstable, because of distress, I am afraid that he will take everything on himself, thinking that all the pain of Mingyi comes from him.

But before the comforting hand Mingyi stretched out to touch He Chen, he grabbed it violently.He swallowed back the words he was about to say.

He Chen grasped Mingyi's wrist, and directly pulled Mingyi into his arms, hugging him tightly.It was a posture they were all familiar with, and Mingyi retracted into He Chen's arms, fitting in tightly, as if the two were born as one.

It is the way they can give each other the most sense of security.

Mingyi heard He Chen's voice beside his ears: "...I know."

"Let me... let me hug for a while." He Chen said.His breath was cold, and he seemed to be shivering slightly, as if he had suddenly felt cold.

Ming Yi raised his hand and followed He Chen's back one by one.

Going along, he suddenly felt that this gesture was a little familiar.Thinking about it carefully, I found that this was his usual way of petting a dog.Along the back, one at a time, from beginning to end.

Mingyi: ...

He couldn't help letting out a little laugh, and He Chen raised his head to look at him, as if he was taken aback, his gloomy expression was interrupted, and he didn't look so ugly.

Ming Yi shook his head, indicating that it was all right.He Chen looked at his expression, tasted it, and suddenly realized something.

The cloud on He Chen's face seemed to be dispelled by the sunshine, and his complexion gradually improved.

Silently, he reached out and took Mingyi's hand that was caressing his back, and held it in his palm, then lowered his head and blocked Mingyi's smiling lips.

However, other sequelae, as the monk said, had a lot of impact on Mingyi's life.

The more obvious point is that Mingyi's sense of taste suddenly recovered.

After returning to the house, they had dinner together again.All the dishes are served on the table, they are all home-cooked dishes they eat most, and they all look good.Under He Chen's scorching gaze, Ming Yi picked up a dish and put it into his mouth with his usual expression.

He Chen's voice was a little nervous: "How is it!"

Mingyi was stunned for a moment, then, he swallowed the dish, as if instinctively aroused by the horrible taste, he said in disbelief: "We don't even feed this to pigs!"

He Chen: ...

Ming Yi looked at the chopsticks, then at the familiar dishes on the table, and stretched out his chopsticks to try another dish.

He Chen stretched out his chopsticks with black lines to block Mingyi's chopsticks: "Forget it, let's go out to eat."

Mingyi belatedly realized that this was all done by He Chen, just like usual.That is to say, he usually eats this kind of dish, but his sense of taste is out of order and he can't taste any flavor.

Mingyi was speechless immediately, and wanted to comfort He Chen, but he couldn't say anything, so he could only remain silent with a dazed expression.

On the way, He Chen asked him, "Since you can't taste the taste, why do you always say it's delicious?"

Mingyi hesitated for a moment, but said truthfully, "Because Dun Dun has meat."

For Ming Yi before this life, being able to eat meat was already a blessing that he never thought about.

He Chen paused, glanced at him, and seemed to want to say something for a moment.

In the end, they went to Juyi Restaurant and ordered the Bazhen Banquet.

Mingyi was led by He Chen again, tasting one by one.This time, he enjoyed it carefully and ate to his heart's content.

During the dinner, while peeling for him, He Chen asked softly, seemingly unintentionally: "Is it worth it?"

Mingyi heard the sound and went to look at him, only to see He Chen lowered his eyes, as if he was concentrating on peeling the shell, but his eyelashes were trembling slightly, as if he was trying to suppress some kind of emotion.

It was late autumn, and Juyi Restaurant brewed a kind of sweet-scented osmanthus, which was not heavy in taste and had just the right amount of sweetness. At this moment, Mingyi's mouth was filled with the sweet scent of sweet-scented osmanthus.

If this sentence is not asked, He Chen's heart knot cannot be solved, and Mingyi knows it well.

Ming Yi took the jug, walked around the big table, sat down beside He Chen, turned his head and smiled at He Chen, and answered the question: "He Chen, why did you save me when you were on the street?"

He Chen was startled for a moment, unable to answer.

Ming Yi also didn't really mean to ask him to answer, and asked with a smile: "You brought me here and took the trouble to help me eat, why is that?"

He Chen looked at him, something indescribable seemed to be suppressed in his eyes.

Mingyi's breath was full of sweet-scented osmanthus, and he gently leaned forward to kiss He Chen's eyes.

He said: "There is no reason, and there is no value or not. When things happened, we chose this way. If it happens a thousand times or ten thousand times, we will still choose this way, right?"

For the first time, an almost helpless expression appeared on He Chen's face. His expression was blank for a moment, and he opened his mouth, but he closed it again as if he didn't know what to say.

Mingyi kissed his eyes, the bridge of his nose, and his lips lightly, like a delicate comfort.He Chen's nostrils were filled with the scent of sweet-scented osmanthus, and his Adam's apple twitched.

After a while, He Chen said softly, "I won't be going back tonight."

The next moment, he stretched out his hand suddenly, picked up Mingyi, and hugged him.

……

He Chen was still sitting in front of the table, and he could hardly see anything unusual from the other side of the table, but Ming Yi, who was sitting on top of him, held his shoulders unbearably, couldn't restrain himself from moaning, begging for mercy in a low voice: " He Chen, He Chen, give it to me..."

After a long time, the two were no longer in the same place, and the scent of bamboo and sweet-scented osmanthus in the room was mixed together.

Still in that posture, He Chen stood up and walked around.Mingyi's whole body softened, and being embraced by He Chen's arms, he could only hug He Chen's neck limply, and buried his head in the hollow of his neck, his whole body hung on He Chen's body, bouncing up and down.

Later, Mingyi was so soft that he couldn't even hang on, so He Chen hugged him to the wall and leaned against the wall so that he could lean against the wall.

Later, a private room in Juyi Restaurant was reserved for three consecutive days.

They would go to Jingshan Temple from time to time.After two or three years, the monk finally let go and agreed to Mingyi and his son to meet.

Perhaps because of his half-demon physique, the little boy has grown into a half-grown child.He looked like he was seven or eight years old, shaved, wearing a small gray monk robe, with a straight face and a calm expression, more like an old monk than a monk.

Mingyi was startled, and asked the monk, "Why..." is he bald? !

Before the monk could say a word, the little brat spoke up by himself: "It was requested by the monk himself."

The monk looked at him with a complicated expression, half relieved and half novelty: "You children are very close to Buddhism. You can recite sutras in your dreams when you listen to them since childhood. You are born to take refuge in my Buddha."

He Chen looked at the child indifferently, without showing any special expression.Probably because of Ming Yi's various problems when he was pregnant, he himself didn't pay much attention to blood relationship, so he always had an indifferent attitude towards this kid.

Mingyi was shocked, but he didn't feel bad, but he was a little at a loss looking at this calm kid.

He still had a strange feeling in his heart: the child who was suddenly told to exist in his body had really come out, and he was still so big now.

Although this child is said to be their blood, not only did he not have to give birth to him, he didn't even need to name him - the young monk already had a dharma name, and the old monk chose Mingjing himself.

Not long after, the evening bell of the temple rang.The little monk saluted them politely: "It's getting late, if the benefactor is fine, please go back."

Mingyi returned the salute jerky, looked at him for a while, and then prepared to leave with He Chen.When he turned around, Ming Jing called him: "Benefactor."

Mingyi turned his head and saw that the little monk still had a calm expression on his face, but he seemed to hesitate for a moment, and added: "If the benefactor is free, you can often come to the mountain to pay respects to the Buddha."

Mingyi rolled his eyes: "Okay."