thank you very much

After Wen Fuzhu came out of the bath, he was not in a hurry to go back to his room. He just picked a secluded corner of the courtyard, and while wiping his hair, he looked up at the sky in a daze.

The wind was blowing a little cool, but it was very stuffy, and it might rain again soon.

The weather here seems to be just that bad, it's always wet all day long, if it's rainy season again, if you have to rush like this every few days along the way, it will really make him a little uncomfortable.

Even though I suffered a lot when I was a child, and the suffering I suffered while supporting Kaisheng is still a sigh of relief, but...it has been more than ten years.For the next ten years, he was nothing more than watering the flowers, fishing, making tea, and sleeping every day, and the peace of self-cultivation and self-cultivation was about to be broken...Wen Fuzhu subconsciously stared at him with downcast eyes. He looked at his palm for a while, then raised his eyes silently again—it's not that he can't accompany Xie Changhuan to suffer this kind of pain again now, even if this kind of fleeing days reminds him of a very uncomfortable period in his childhood. It doesn't matter if the shadow is good, it's just...it's just that when there is no one around, there will still be a sudden emptiness for a while. At this time, everything around is silent, and it seems that you can blend into a new realm with your breath and listen to the birds in the sky. Suddenly passing by, there was a loud cry; I heard the insects in the forest crawling secretly with thousands of feet, and the sound was rustling, but the more it was so quiet, the more I could hear the "plop" in my heart, and the sound was like a shock. He himself was numb all over.

Every time he jumped, he couldn't help asking himself - why did he really walk with him?

Is it really because of "I also want to have him by my side", or do I have some... other thoughts?

Wen Fuzhu sighed softly.

So, what qualifications did he have to train Jiang Mo the night before?What qualifications do you have to tell him openly, "Even if you are now a minister of a country, don't forget what our beliefs were in the first place."

The four words of the original intention remain unchanged...

After all, it is no match for the grinding of time.

Even I am changing, Jiang Mo.

Wen Fuzhu raised his head, his face became even more solemn - over the years, he has been thinking about every decision and every choice in the past, because he can't make mistakes, because he can't make mistakes, but now, looking back, Is there really nothing wrong with it?Then this time, he abandoned Kai Sheng and went south with him, was he wrong?

But no matter whether he was wrong or right, his instinct made him follow this man, and walked out of the prison cell that was limited by the space he had drawn for himself.

How many years has it been since you let yourself go as you please?

It seemed to be recalling what Xie Changhuan had jumped around and scolded all the way just now—"Old Wen, don't you have a lot on your mind?It's okay. If you have anything to do, you can tell me and I will help you share it. 』『Don’t be afraid of any mistakes and mistakes on the road...that’s for sure, who in the rivers and lakes can’t avoid being stabbed?If you get stabbed, go and treat it. When you’re done, let’s jump up again~” “This... well, old Wen, let’s be serious. Don’t worry about too many things in your heart. Just keep me in your heart. Oh, yes I'm not too thin?So it doesn't take up much space?Then I will go back and eat more, I will try my best to grow into a fat man, and then I will slap your buttocks in the center of your heart and sit securely, it will be full for you, so that you can't think about other messy things. 』

"I think you are the darkest one."

At that time, I couldn't help laughing and scolding him like this, but if I was alone, I couldn't help but think about his words again.

Yes, for so many years, he sacrificed so many personal things for Kaisheng.

Then why, can't you choose for yourself now?

Slowly putting down the towel, Wen Fuzhu held his breath and walked back. As soon as he stepped on the stairs, he heard a thunderclap in the distance behind him.

At the same time, there was a buzzing sound in his heart that exploded him more than the sound of thunder, like a tattoo pierced into the bone of his heart-"Student... I would like to choose Kaisheng."

*******

When the rainstorm came suddenly, Wen Fuzhu had just pulled off the thin quilt and lay down.

The fragrant hair was loosely spread out, the eyes were not completely closed, and the door and window were knocked open with a "boom".

Of course, this person bumped too skillfully, the first sound made Wen Fuzhu think it was blown by the strong wind, so just when he got up and wanted to reunite, he heard another strangely tuned "Huh——"

It turned out that there were too many pillows and quilts in his hands, and the flower picker couldn't follow suit for a while, so he got himself stuck in the window sash.

Wen Fuzhu wanted to laugh when he saw Xie Changhuan's posture of being unable to enter and retreat, so he simply lay on his side, propped his face with one hand, and only stared at his embarrassment Keep silent.

Xie Changhuan was anxious, "You should help me!"

Don't you just want to coax me to get up?

Wen Fuzhu raised his hand to grab the teacup on the bedside table, and without saying a word, poured [-]% of his internal energy into it as a hidden weapon and threw it out.

"I'm... stupid... Old Wen! I'm asking you to pull me in, not to beat me out!"

"What are you doing here? Go back to your room and sleep."

He seems to know why this man wants to get up—Wen Fu wishes that he is not like other concealed weapon experts when he sleeps. He has to wear a layer of underwear to hide something on his body. He is naturally hot. When summer comes, he never wears a shirt when he sleeps at night, and his trousers are also a thin layer, no matter how cool it is.Besides, his qinggong is not top-notch, but it doesn't mean that his internal strength is not very good either. He is halfway to the peak of "Qi". Going out, although the effect is not as good as what you can really hold in your hand, it can still bluff the opponent for a while.As for things like flying flowers and picking leaves, they were all played by him when he was young.

Xie Changhuan actually admired this, as if he himself was a lowly killer, but his weapon was a very orthodox soft sword. With such a difficult weapon, he was born as a killer—then When it is necessary to make a move, first rely on softness, second rely on liveliness, and third rely on surprise.

Of course, this surprise does not only refer to the strangeness of the sword dance, but also refers to the dark movement of the sword.

Therefore, Xie Changhuan knew that Wen Fuzhu actually had some tricks, otherwise he wouldn't have dared to put him in this trip with such confidence.

"It's thundering! It's thundering, Old Wen!"

"I know." Wen Fuzhu still smiled gently, not afraid of Xie Changhuan looking at his body, calmly opened the thin quilt and walked to the window, then stretched out his hand to push the quilt to drive him out.

"...I'm afraid of thunder! I'm afraid of thunder!"

"You're afraid of thunder...uh..." Wen Fuzhu quickly took a big step to the side, and heard another burst of "Boom! ’, and then the big quilt suddenly deformed, and then jumped onto his own bed with a “swoosh”.

Xie Changhuan didn't wear his shirt either, probably because he was too embarrassed just now, and he was smothered in the quilt, and now he was exposed, with a thin layer of sweat all over his body, and a few drops hanging from the tip of his nose, but his men were still there Busy and busy - put Wen Fuzhu's quilt inside, and then laid out his own next to him in a gentle manner, and insisted on sticking to each other, even the slightest gap made him cross the quilt up and down It is only when it fits tightly.

Wen Fuzhu leaned against the window frame with folded arms, refusing to take a step back.

Uncle Xie Changhuan patted the bed and said firmly, "Come up."

There is no fear of thunder here.

After thinking about it, Wen Fuzhu turned around and closed the window sash tightly, and fastened the latch, then came over and turned on the bed, rolled up the small thin quilt, turned his back to him, and closed his eyes.

Xie Changhuan continued to use "fear of thunder" as an excuse, threw away his quilt and wanted to squeeze behind Wen Fuzhu.

No matter how tight the quilt in front of him was, he couldn't take care of what was behind him, and he, Wen Fuzhu, could grow hands even if he wasn't behind.

There was something wrong in my heart - I shouldn't have slept with my back to him just now, and I can still check and balance a fight head-on, what I'm doing now is regrettable, this person has been stuck on it like a plaster, once A hand restlessly wrapped around his waist.

There was another burst of lightning and thunder outside the house.

Xie Changhuan was so extravagant that one of his legs was turned sideways.

Just think of yourself as something that can avoid lightning?

"Stay away from me, it's so hot that you're still rubbing up!"

"I'm afraid of thunder!" Xie Changhuan's tone sounded like he was about to cry.

"Are you really afraid?!" Wen Fuzhu looked back in disbelief, he is an old man in his thirties, are you afraid of thunder? !

"Hmm... you, get down!"

I knew he wasn't really scared!

Xie Changhuan kissed him and turned around, he was smiling triumphantly when he saw that Wen Fuzhu probably wanted to push himself off again.

But he forgot how tired he was from running so many laps just now, and he also forgot that he came out of a hot bath just now, so it's no wonder that his calves are not sore and tired now!

Sure enough, just as Wen Fuzhu was about to kick him, his legs felt sore and he couldn't lift it up. Now that he straightened his body, he insisted on meeting his eyes, nose, nose, and mouth. He slaps.

Fortunately, the arm is fine.

Without further ado, Wen Fuzhu raised his hand and wanted to hit him, but he hesitated when it landed on his face, he just gritted his teeth and pushed him on the head, pushing his smiling face away, "Get up!" open!"

"I can't get up! Da Leitian, I must be with you! Take good care of you!"

"What?"

"Thunderstorms are easy to kill evildoers! Look at how evil you are! I am afraid that you will be killed if you are not paying attention, so every time there is a thunderstorm in the future, I will hold you tightly in my arms! In this way, our lives You can sleep and fly together, and you can turn into coke together when you die!"

"Get out of here!"

Wen Fuzhu was so annoyed by his laughter that he almost had no energy to beat him up. He just felt that this man had something balls and balls in his mind when he was idle, and it took a lot of effort to throw him away. I got out of bed, and before I went to get an acupuncture point to fix him, I saw his pitiful hands resting on the side of the bed, with a frustrated look on his face, "Old Wen... you said I was just trying to get a bed. You have made up such a fucking reason, what can you do if you give me alms once?"

Nor...what the hell.

Wen Fuzhu was also very tired tonight, but it was precisely because of his exhaustion that he had to focus his attention and dare not sleep deeply at night. Now if this person really wanted to share the bed with him for the night...

"You sleep with me, I promise I won't bother you anymore. I just want to stay with you."

I'm really...too lazy to talk to you.

Wen Fuzhu blinked, pointed at the tip of his nose and said, "That's what you said, if you dare to touch your hands again, I'll tie you up and hang it as an airbag at the door."

"Okay, okay."

Xie Changhuan got the pardon, and happily rolled over and lay down beside the bed again.Turning his face away was Wen Fuzhu's quiet and gentle sleeping face.

Tsk...you said this person...why does he look so pleasing to the master!

After staring at it for a while, Xie Changhuan felt that Wen Fuzhu was sleeping with him facing him, and he would definitely not be able to fall asleep, but tomorrow afternoon he had to leave again... You must be full of energy. She fell asleep with her back to him and her face to the door.

——Hmm... Even though I can't see him, I feel very relieved to hear his breathing.Moreover, Old Wen wouldn't think of doing something to him, so it's okay to leave him behind...

Xie Changhuan hesitated for a while, but quickly dispelled the thought of "Wen Fu Zhuneng can do something to him so unrealistically", and slowly breathed evenly.

But Wen Fuzhu who was behind him slowly opened his eyes, and then stared at Xie Changhuan's shoulder blades exposed outside the quilt without blinking.

The author has something to say: Antiquity is here to wish everyone a healthy Dragon Boat Festival. =w=.