Touch the cold

Mo Zijin didn't know whether Qin Yi understood what "Nian" meant, and whether this word was as simple in his mind as eating and sleeping.

But if only it were that easy.

Mo Zijin put the piece of paper away carefully, like hiding a colorful butterfly fluttering in summer, not wanting it to experience any more autumn rain or winter snow.

There was nothing to do these days, and the weather was good. Mo Zijin often stood in the courtyard watching Lingyou practice swords. Qin Yi would also come to see him sometimes, and when he watched, he always stood beside Mo Zijin, as quiet as a tree.

Perhaps Lingyou had such a talent long ago. After these days in the courtyard, his swordsmanship has improved a lot. A set of movements are smooth and smooth, and it is only in the last move of the sword. It was supposed to land on Qin Yi's neck who was watching the sword, but Ling You didn't dare, twisted his wrist, and landed on Mo Zijin's shoulder.

Mo Zijin tilted his head and glanced at the tip of the sword, touched his chin and said, "The movements are beautiful, but why do I feel that something is missing?"

It happened that Qi Shuang came in from the door with a live chicken, and said, "It's not that there is something missing, he lacks the most important murderous aura, just his fancy fists and embroidered legs, he looks like a sissy, a little There is no deterrence."

Lingyou took the sword from Mo Zijin's shoulder, and gave Qi Shuang a hard look. He was used to Qi Shuang's daily cynicism, and he didn't even bother to argue with him. Anyway, Qi Shuang didn't like anything about him. Why bother to waste that tongue.

Ling You was too lazy to pick trouble, but Qi Shuang felt uncomfortable being stared at by him, so she walked towards him with the chicken in her hand, stretched the chicken's neck to face him, and said: "You are still not convinced, are you? If you are not convinced, you put this Kill the chicken and let me see."

The chicken didn't want to stretch its neck to kill. It struggled and flapped its wings twice, and its feathers fluttered all over the ground.

Ling You stepped back with a look of disgust, put the sword back into the scabbard, and said, "Take it, take it away."

Qi Shuang curled her lips in disdain.

"Where did you get the chicken?" Mo Zijin asked at this time.

Qi Shuang twisted the chicken's neck forcefully, making the chicken stop completely, and said with a smile, "It's okay to steal it, right?"

"It's a weasel." Lingyou rolled his eyes and muttered.

Qi Shuang gave him a sideways glance, but was not angry, hung the chicken that was no longer flopping on his shoulder and winked at Lingyou, and said, "If you have any kind, don't eat it at night." After saying that, he walked towards the kitchen swaggeringly.

Lingyou was so angry that he was about to smoke.

Mo Zijin let out a "tsk" from the side, and asked in a low voice, "When did the relationship between you two become so good?"

"Ah?" Ling You turned around, frowned and looked at Mo Zijin.

Mo Zijin shook his head and smiled, "Forget it, just pretend I didn't say anything." Turning his head to look at Qin Yi, he wanted to say that it's a good day to go out with him, but when he was about to pick him up, he was dragged away by Ling You He took off the corner of his clothes.

"I have something to tell you." Lingyou said.

"What's wrong?" Mo Zijin asked seriously.

Lingyou took a deep breath and said, "I think, well, I think I should go. I still want to go out and make a living. I didn't expect to be famous all over the world. I just want to live the life I yearn for."

Lingyou spoke very slowly, Mo Zijin only replied indifferently after listening, "Yes, good."

"Ah? You...you...won't you stop me?" Lingyou asked in surprise when he saw Mo Zijin listened to him calmly, then nodded calmly.

"You made your own decision, why am I stopping you?" Mo Zijin said, the sadness in his eyes was instantly hidden, "Besides, even if I want to stop you, you will still leave, right? "

Lingyou curled his lips, lowered his head and poked the dirt on the ground with the scabbard, a "thank you" was held in his heart, but he didn't know how to say it to Mo Zijin, maybe for people who are closer and more concerned, this word is more convenient. The more difficult it is to say.

The chicken that Qi Shuang brought back was stewed from the afternoon to the evening. It was so delicious that it made people drool when it smelled it.

During dinner, Qi Shuang put two chicken legs and two chicken wings in Qin Yi's bowl. Since Qin Yi's accident, Qi Shuang took extra care of him.

Ling You peeked at Qin Yi's bowl, and then at the bowl in his hand that was filled with chicken hearts, livers, and chicken offal by Qi Shuang, biting his chopsticks and feeling a little wronged.

"Eat quickly." Qi Shuang saw that Lingyou couldn't move his chopsticks, so he put another piece of fat and tender chicken butt in Lingyou's bowl, pointed at the miscellaneous things in his bowl and said rascally: "You here All of them are good things, Dabu.”

Lingyou looked sideways at Qi Shuang, probably cursing in his heart.

Qin Yi blinked and looked at the contents of his bowl, then at Mo Zijin, then gave Mo Zijin a chicken leg and a chicken wing respectively, and then buried himself in his meal.

Mo Zijin was taken aback for a moment, Qi Shuang and Lingyou were also taken aback when they saw it, Qi Shuang then pressed Lingyouzhi's stunned head, and ordered, "Low your head and eat."

"Oh." Lingyou was very obedient at this time, lowering his head and picking something to eat from the bowl.

Mo Zijin looked at Qin Yi's profile with a smile, then poured all the meat in the bowl to Lingyou.Lingyou raised his face and looked at Mo Zijin in surprise.

Mo Zijin bit a piece of chicken breast, "What are you looking at me for? Eat yours."

Lingyou looked at the contents in the bowl, then raised his head and glanced carefully at Qin Yi, for fear that Qin Yi would look at him with frighteningly cold eyes again.But Qin Yi only cared about eating and didn't look at him at all.

Lingyou breathed a sigh of relief as if he had received an amnesty, and hurriedly took a bite of the chicken leg.

"Hey, give me one, hurry up." Qi Shuang seemed to be jealous that there were so many delicious things in Lingyou's bowl at once, and she wanted to rob Lingyou with her chopsticks.

Lingyou stuffed his mouth full of chicken and protected the bowl in front of himself, almost hiding under the table.

"Give me one, it's obviously the chicken I brought back." Qi Shuang went over to snatch it.

Mo Zijin looked at the two of them happily as if watching a show, and even Qin Yi, who was eating leisurely, seemed to have a little smile on his face.

However, Lingyou left the next day, and when he left, he only took Mo Zijin and his sword with him.

"Just leave like this? Don't bring anything more?" Mo Zijin asked.

Lingyou held up the sword, looked left and right, and said, "No need, I've brought everything I need."

Mo Zijin nodded, "Be careful all the way."

"En." Ling You lowered his head and replied.

"Don't be stupid or straight when you are outside, be careful of being cheated by others, and don't meddle in things you shouldn't meddle in." Qi Shuang said from the side.

"I know." Lingyou replied impatiently.

Qi Shuang didn't care, and continued to say: "If you really encounter some difficult obstacles, come back and find us."

Lingyou lowered his head and sniffed, but didn't answer any more.

"I will keep that broken sword of yours forever." Mo Zijin patted Lingyou on the shoulder and said.

Lingyou raised his head, forced himself to put on some smiling faces, nodded vigorously, instead of looking at Mo Zijin and Qi Shuang, he glanced at Qin Yi.

Qin Yi also looked at him, with a faint smile on his face, which made Ling You feel warm in his heart, some things need not be said, as they already knew each other well.

Just like when Lingyou turned to leave, he didn't say "thank you" to Mo Zijin, maybe he won't have the chance to say it to him again in the future, but Lingyou knows that he will never forget the person behind this low door. The yard will not forget the people who live here and the stories behind them.

After Lingyou walked away for a few days, everyone felt that the yard was a bit empty, and the figure who would practice swords in the early morning and afternoon no matter whether it was windy or rainy would probably never be seen again.

"Tell me, will he come back?" Qi Shuang asked, handing Mo Zijin a pot of wine.

"No." Mo Zijin shook his head and said.

Qi Shuang let out a long breath, took a gulp of wine, and continued to ask: "Then tell me, will he miss us?"

Mo Zijin laughed, "What do you miss? Miss you sneering at him all day long?"

"I...I didn't...I was teasing him most of the time." Qi Shuang said hesitantly.

"You can talk about this when you see him again in the future." Mo Zijin said, shaking the jug.

"I'm afraid I can't say it." Qi Shuang smiled bitterly, poked Mo Zijin with her finger and said, "Hey, I want to tell you a happy event. I'm going to be an uncle."

"Ah? Ashe..."

"Yes." Qi Shuang nodded, "I just found out about this news. In a few months, I will be able to see my nephew."

"Good thing." Mo Zijin smiled, raised the jug to touch Qi Shuang's, "Your nephew must be as cute as Axue."

The smile in Qi Shuang's eyes was like the spring breeze in April.

Later, Mo Zijin got used to writing what he wanted to say to Qin Yi. Every night, he stretched out a chair and sat beside him to write for a long time, regardless of whether Qin Yi could understand it now, let alone how well he wrote. Is it nonsense.

When Mo Zijin got tired of writing, he lay down on the table. Qin Yi would gently pat him on the back, and keep his eyes on what Mo Zijin wrote for a while. When he was interested, he would point to the things on it and ask Mo Zijin Explain, if you are not interested, you will not study those things more.

What I wrote today is that A Xue is pregnant with a baby. This incident makes Mo Zijin suddenly feel that life is passing quickly. A Xue, who used to hide behind the house and cry because she didn't want to get married, is now going to be a mother.

However, maybe Qin Yi has experienced too few things in his current memory. He can't know Mo Zijin's current mood, and he is not interested in the words written by Mo Zijin. When he got to the side, he continued to caress Mo Zijin's back.

Mo Zijin's back was itchy from being caressed by him, and he smiled and said, "Do you think I'm your white cat?" After that, he got up and hung it around Qin Yi's neck, "But it's not bad if you treat me like that cat, then You hug the cat all day, or you will hug me all the time in the future."

Qin Yi looked down at Mo Zijin's half-joking face, and actually raised his other arm around Mo Zijin, put his chin on the top of his head, and hugged him gently.

Mo Zijin snickered, let himself lean on Qin Yi's body very relaxedly, buried his face in Qin Yi's chest, and felt the peace of mind that only he could give him.

At this moment, Mo Zijin hopes that life can pass slowly, because he still has a lot of things to say to Qin Yi, and too much time to spend with Qin Yi, he has already missed many things about Qin Yi, and the rest, he I don't want to miss it anymore.

And on Qin Yi's white paper, Mo Zijin's imprint is getting heavier and heavier, or maybe, it hasn't been erased in the first place.

The next morning, Qin Yi woke up very early. He didn't sleep well last night, and his mind felt a little drowsy. Before dawn, he opened his eyes and sat up wearing a thin shirt.

Mo Zijin was awoken by his movement, and grabbed Qin Yi's hand with the ravings in his dream.

Qin Yi lowered his head to look at Mo Zijin in his sleep, gently opened the hand that was holding him, and then gently put him back under the quilt, got up and opened the door, wanting to go to the yard to get some air.

The white cat lay lazily at the door, and when it saw Qin Yi coming out, it stretched long and rubbed against his feet.

Qin Yi picked up the white cat, walked towards the stone table in the courtyard, sat down beside the stone table, looked at the gradually whitening sky, and felt a little drowsy again. Qin Yi squinted his eyes for a while, then lay down on the stone table. Asleep at the table.

When Mo Zijin woke up, Qin Yi was still lying on the stone table, and the white cat was lying on his face, also dozing off.

Mo Zijin was quite helpless, so he took a thicker robe from the room and put it on Qin Yi's body, muttering to himself: "I don't want to sleep on a good bed, but I want to lie down on such a place, and I don't care if you catch a cold. .”

Qin Yi fell into a deep sleep.

Looking at his sleeping face, Mo Zijin smiled, and ran across the contours of Qin Yi's face with the balls of his fingers, accepting his fate and confessing, Mo Zijin was stuck in this one thing in his life and could not escape, so Mo Zijin stretched Pass another stone chair, sit beside Qin Yi and watch over him, waiting for him to wake up with the sunshine on his face.

Mo Zijin must write this matter to Qin Yi at night.