Yu Juntong

"Master, stop making trouble, and return the scissors to A Xing?"

The lights were dim, Wuyou and Wutong were having a good time, A Xing was already breaking out in a cold sweat, so he should use the scissors to make gestures, if he poked himself, it would be an injury anyway, what an ancestor!

"Okay, young master, put down the scissors, or Ah Xing will tell Madam to go!"

Hearing A Xing's threats, Wuyou stopped and looked at the two red strings on the scissors wrapped around the handles, which were already worn out and became smooth and docile, as if out of kindness, he sent the thing in his hand forward: "Here! "

Ah Xing breathed a sigh of relief, and stretched out her hand to take it, but the little devil actually took it back again, and hid behind Wutong with a smile: "Come and get it!"

"Young Master, stop making trouble!" Wu Tong couldn't stand it anymore, and stopped him, only to blame the bastard Wuyou for being in high spirits and not listening to their advice, he put his hands back and signaled Wu Tong, "Come and grab it! "

Simply follow him this time, Wutong thought so, and had no choice but to play this childish game with him.

Wuyou stepped back, holding the scissors even harder with one hand, with a slightly provocative look in his eyes, "Hmph, let's see how you grab it!"

"careful!"

Wutong's complexion changed drastically, and the whole person rushed over, Wuyou fell to the ground in response, with Wutong's arm under him, Wuyou couldn't calm down for a moment, and looked at the face next to him in a daze.Anxious and worried, "Pfft!" Wuyou couldn't see him making a fuss, so he giggled.But Wutong's face turned cold, his pupils tightened, covered with a layer of frost, he shuddered when he saw Wuyou, and continued to lie on his arms in a state of bewilderment.

The dark color blurred from the carpet of flowers and birds on the ground. It was not clear at first, but it got bigger and bigger. "Ah, blood, young master, are you hurt?" Ah Xing screamed, pulled Wuyou up, and carefully checked whether there was any injury on her body.

"Wutong!" Wuyou suddenly realized that there was no pain on his body, and it was Wutong who was injured.

Wuyou just saw the pair of scissors stuck in his hand, piercing the entire palm of his hand sharply, and the blood gushed out, even the wound could not be seen clearly.The place where Wuyou lay down was already wet and frighteningly red.Ah Xing was the first to react, picked up Wutong, and shouted loudly: "Come on! Come on!" and rushed out the door.

The door was wide open, and the wind poured in, blowing the curtains and the candlesticks on the table, and the flames swayed, shaking the worry-free shadow back and forth.Wuyou stood there, staring at the pool of blood that had begun to cool down on the ground. The strong fishy smell floated along the wind and filled the room, struggled to get out from the cracks in the house and windows, and slowly faded away.

Wutong once said to protect him, why did he protect him so thoroughly, making Wuyou feel guilty and afraid.Fearing that Wutong would sacrifice everything, even his life, for protecting him, his chest would be squeezed together, and he would feel the pain of worry.

I don't know how long it has passed, but Wuyou stays in this pain all the time, motionless.

Then, Ah Xing came back, changed his clothes, took a few people with him, and took out the blanket on the ground. The rag was soaked in water and wiped off the blood on the ground. Nothing could be seen, as if nothing had happened !

"Young master, it's all right, don't worry, Wutong's hand has been medicated, it's all right!" A Xing took Wuyou into her arms, stroking her head with cold hands, "It will be fine in a month or two, it's all right of!"

Hearing this sentence, Wuyou's spring eyes completely let go, fell into Ah Xing's arms and cried loudly, choked up: "Wutong won't die, right, right?"

"It's okay, young master, it's okay! Indus won't die, don't worry! Tomorrow he will definitely be alive and kicking to enjoy the flowers with young master, okay?"

"No, I'm going to find him!" Wuyou made up his mind, he must see that he is really safe and sound tonight to be at ease.

"Master, slow down!"

We must see that he is safe and sound, with such thoughts in mind, he ran wildly without worry.

The moonlight was dim, and even the remaining traces of winter on the ground could not be seen clearly. The broken branches and trees looked particularly terrifying in the dim light. Wuyou ran hard but cared about it in his heart, which made him uneasy tonight.Passing through the door opening, the two lanterns hanging above have been extinguished, hanging on the rack motionless.

Wuyou just complained that the lights were off, but he couldn't think of anything else, the second door through the doorway was Wutong's bedroom.Sleeping in a yard with other people, there is a very old laurel tree in the yard, around the autumnal equinox, the laurel tree is full of yellow buds, the fragrance is permeating the nostrils, like a girl stretching her waist and shaking her waist after a period of deep sleep, nostalgic in the world .In the season when sweet-scented osmanthus is in full bloom, Wuyou sits under the sweet-scented osmanthus tree and waits for the phoenix tree. The golden petals are blown down by the wind that is not yet cold, and the hair is also naughty, following the color of the past.

Indus once asked Wuyou why he likes sweet-scented osmanthus!

Wuyou said to him with a hippie smile, otherwise after the spring, he would plant a few sycamore trees. The avenues of Bailizhuang are full of sycamore trees, and they will look very beautiful when they bloom.Strings of purple elves surround Bailizhuang, which must be more beautiful than sweet-scented osmanthus.There was light in his eyes, and he looked at Wutong expectantly.

Then Wutong smiled a little embarrassedly, lowered his head, put his arms around his chest, and didn't know when a few sweet-scented osmanthus flowers fell on his head, Wuyou stared at the yellow flowers on his head, and sniffed the air. Taste, lightly answered Wutong's previous question again: "I like the sweet-scented osmanthus because it is in your yard!"

It is said that sweet-scented osmanthus wine is intoxicating, and even sweet-scented osmanthus has the aroma of fermented wine. Wuyou said nonsense, which made Wutong blush from forehead to chin, even redder than the red lanterns during the Chinese New Year.

"Master is really a bastard!"

ah?Before Wuyou asked him why he scolded him, Wutong had already hugged him, the fragrance of sweet-scented osmanthus all over his body, drunk Wuyou and Wutong.

"Master, thank you!"

Wutong whispered this sentence in Wuyou's ear, Wuyou laughed happily, hugged Wutong, and squeezed him hard.

The autumn wind swirls and falls, rolling up more golden yellow, and flying around the robes of the two people. They don't know that the fragrance is intoxicating and fascinated their minds. They don't know if the tree-cutters in the Heavenly Palace are just drunk because of the fragrance. For life, never die.

"What are you doing standing there? It's me who gets hurt, not the tree!"

Wutong stood at the door, the candlelight came out from behind him, Wuyou could only see his figure, his expression was hidden in the darkness, his left hand was wrapped in a white cloth, the palm was fainted, and it was still bleeding !Wuyou didn't even have the courage to continue the conversation, and tremblingly squeezed her shirt, unable to say anything!

Wutong walked down step by step, gradually approaching Wuyou, like a mountain oppressing, almost suffocating Wuyou.Knowing that he must be mocking him sarcastically, she didn't want to move her feet.

"The young master is here to enjoy the flowers?"

Wutong's voice has never been like this before, the tone is flat, without anger, every word is colder than this winter, piercing sharply into the heart, greedily sucking the heat, merciless.This time Wutong was really angry, he couldn't practice martial arts because of his hand injury, he was really angry.

"I'm leaving!" Wuyou turned around with her head down, controlling her emotions so that Wutong would not notice that her left and right feet were numb and stiff.Wutong didn't hold back, didn't say anything, let Wuyou go out, every step was heavier, and the heavier was the chest, every day in the past repeated this sentence, Wutong didn't care anymore!

I don’t know how many days the memories have been accumulated, the osmanthus tree will bloom again, and the family will enjoy the flowers tomorrow, it’s all a lie.

Wuyou twitched his back, his face was already flooded with snot, and the snot crossed the border between Chuhe and Han to his chin. He roared loudly and let out all his grievances: "Wutong, you are a white-eyed wolf, I will never listen to you again , you are the worst person in the world! Wow! What kind of family, you don't care at all, woo woo!"

"Hey, I was the one who got hurt, okay, young master, why are you crying like this!" Wu Tong was just angry and carefree, regardless of danger. He wanted to take this opportunity to teach him a good lesson. Who would have thought of doing nothing? Just crying like this, I had no choice but to put down the plan, and comforted softly, "Okay, Wutong was wrong, don't dare next time, the young master is the most powerful, Wutong is a white-eyed wolf, okay?"

Although Wuyou's tears and snot had already mixed on his face, he couldn't tell what it was. Wutong wiped it carefully with his sleeve, but Wuyou cried more and more. Did you eat it?"

Wuyou smacked his lips seriously, it was salty, it turned out to be really salty, he cried out, and cried even more fiercely, Wutong had no other choice but to sigh, this young master is too worrying!Seeing his aggrieved appearance, the corners of his mouth also stretched out. The word punishment is not suitable for Wuyou, but it is a punishment for Wutong, really!

"I found you!" Under the osmanthus tree, stood a man wearing a big cloak. The black veil covered most of his face. His eyes were shining brightly and pierced out. The tone of his half-smile seemed to be looking for someone. The tone of the prey finally over.