burn snow

The ruined temple was quite far away from the flood forest, so Jiang Baizhou naturally didn't really want Longying to hug him. The two fought for a while, and finally found a horse to ride.

Riding on the same horse, Longying holds the whip, and Jiang Baizhou dozes off in his arms.

There is a moon tonight, and the bright moon shines brightly on the earth, and the scenery along the way is covered with a layer of cold light, swaying in Jiang Baizhou's sleepy eyes.The horse's back was bumping, and he hummed again, and the singing was also bouncing back and forth, intermittent and unstable.

Long Ying listened carefully at first, but later found that he often forgot the words in the middle of singing, and could only sing four or five lines, and even sang these four or five lines in a confused order, which made her feel a little funny, and asked him: "Brother, what are you doing?" What song is it singing?"

Jiang Baizhou was half asleep and half awake, unresponsive, and it took him a long time to answer: "I don't know."

Long Ying asked, "Could it be that you made it up now?"

Jiang Baizhou shook his head: "I heard it in the endless sea."

"..."

Mentioning the endless sea, Long Ying's heart tightened.

These days, they have never brought up this topic. The word "Endless Sea" seems to mean separation. Although the situation is improving now, they may not be separated.

But regarding the future, Long Ying didn't know what Jiang Baizhou planned in his heart.

He didn't dare to ask, but couldn't help asking: "Brother, are you going back to the Endless Sea?"

"En." Jiang Baizhou responded.Just this sound, an understatement, naturally, as if Long Ying asked more than one question.

Long Ying was a little unhappy, but she was emboldened by the intimacy of the past few days, put her arms around his waist, tightened her arms like a threat, and asked, "What about me?"

Jiang Baizhou didn't even raise his head: "Of course you will come with me."

"..."

This tone is quite like the head of the family, ordering him to have the self-consciousness of "marry a chicken and follow the chicken, marry a dog and follow the dog".

The uneasiness in Long Ying's heart was resolved and turned into distress: "I can't leave for the time being, there are too many things to do."

Jiang Baizhou said: "Then I will go back by myself first, and I will come to you after a while."

"No." Long Ying categorically vetoed, "I don't want to be separated from you for a day. Besides, you are not in good health now, how can I rest assured when crossing the sea alone?"

Jiang Baizhou laughed: "My health is very good."

After I finished speaking, I realized that I had revealed my secrets. Why does a person in good health cry every day that he is tired and wants to be hugged?Hastily remedied: "I'm just seriously injured, and I'll be fine after a few more days of recuperation. There's nothing serious about it."

Long Ying glanced at him: "How many days?"

Jiang Baizhou counted randomly with his fingers: "Five or six days, or six or seven days, whatever."

"..."

Well, "anything will do", he has the final say on whether the love can be restored.

Long Ying felt helpless, but the corners of her mouth raised unconsciously, and she hummed twice: "Forget it, we'll discuss it later, anyway, you can't separate from me."

Jiang Baizhou didn't know if he heard it, but he began to doze off again.

It seems that his body really hasn't recovered well, or it may be that he lost the power of the earth veins. After he completely became a mortal, his body is not good enough, which always makes people feel weak.

Although his appearance was the same as before, his weak temperament made him look even more ecstatic, as if he would ride the wind westward and hide in the clouds if he didn't pay attention.

Long Ying grabbed his sleeve tightly, thinking, nothing else matters, as long as there is no illness or disaster.

Jiang Baizhou really fell asleep, he didn't know what scene he dreamed of, and he muttered about fish and birds.After a while, Long Ying's name was called again.

Long Ying couldn't help bowing her head and kissing him.

The horse slowed down, Long Ying took Jiang Baizhou's lips, sucked and licked him as gently as possible, and touched his tongue tentatively.

Jiang Baizhou was still drunk, and he was still awake, his face was red with the smell of alcohol under the moonlight.

After kissing for a while, Long Ying became more and more itchy, let the horse walk freely in the forest, and stretched out her hand to Jiang Baizhou's belt, and she succeeded with a light pull without any effort.

Jiang Baizhou was awakened by an extremely full pain.

When I opened my eyes, I was still a little dazed, not knowing what had happened.The wind poured in from the ruffled skirt of his clothes, and his two legs were straddling the horse's back, and there was no cover, and the heels of his legs were exposed, and were blown cold by the evening wind.

It's hot where it shouldn't be.

He heard Long Ying's slightly heavy panting, low and full of patience, and hot air came from behind and landed on the back of his neck.

Jiang Baizhou trembled all over.

The horse neighed rhythmically and galloped up.

The swaying trees rustled in the night wind, the field of vision was covered with mist, and across the River of the Dead, the ruined temple was in sight.

Jiang Baizhou wanted to speak, but he couldn't utter the normal syllables. Long Ying tightened his waist, venting the power that he had been unable to exert for a long time on the bumpy horseback. trembling.

The horse finally stopped, and the shaking world returned to calm.

Long Ying grabbed Jiang Baizhou's ankle, rubbed it lightly, helped him tidy up his clothes, and re-tied his belt.

Jiang Baizhou was sweating all over, his combed hair was also messed up, and his appearance was quite unsightly.He was not happy, frowned and stared at Long Ying, and condemned him silently.Long Ying took this as a compliment, helped him off the horse with her own hands, and said solemnly: "Don't you like it, brother?"

Jiang Baizhou actually thought about it seriously: "It's not bad."

"'Not bad'?" Long Ying was very aggrieved, she pressed her ear to him, and said in a hoarse voice, "I have such a lot of capital, and I have been serving my brother to death, and the evaluation I got is just 'not bad'?"

"..."

Jiang Baizhou turned his anger into a smile, tapped Long Ying's shoulder, and pushed him a few inches away: "That's good, but you have to be restrained."

Long Ying wanted to argue, but Jiang Baizhou ignored him and walked to the temple.

Long Ying took out the night lamp and offerings from the pouch on the horse's back, and followed closely.

The surrounding area of ​​the ruined temple is full of revived weeds, full of greenery, not as depressed as before.But the temple gate is still dilapidated, creaking and swaying, playing a lonely song in the wind, showing that no one cares about it.

Jiang Baizhou stopped at the door.

Since he sweated too much just now, the smell of alcohol seemed to have evaporated, so he regained consciousness a lot, and turned around to ask Longying, "Say, should we repair this place?"

"Okay." Longying thought about it solemnly, "It will be a reward for us to fulfill our wish if we expand it into a large temple and if it can flourish in the future."

The two agreed to enter the door to worship God.

With a tacit understanding in their hearts, they lit incense together, and only turned to look at the burnt snow plant on the ground after the worship.

The flowers had wilted, as expected.

Burning snow is a strange flower that cannot absorb nutrients from the soil, and can only absorb spiritual energy directly. Without the nourishment of the power of the earth veins, how can it survive?

Although it has been expected, it is inevitable to regret.

——The last burning snow plant in the world also withered.

I still remember that on a certain winter day seven years ago, Jiang Bairi, who hadn't yet grown a heart, coaxed the taciturn Xiao Longying: "We will meet each other on the day when the snow is in full bloom."

He left behind a seed, which took root and sprouted in Longying's heart.

Later they did meet.

Get to know each other, know each other, and love each other.Stumbled, walked through the world of mortals, and finally returned to the place where I first met.

It's a pity that there will be no "flowers of reunion" in the world in the future.

But it doesn't matter, they won't be separated again, and naturally they don't need to meet again.

Jiang Baizhou uprooted the withered flowers, sighed softly, and said to Longying, "Let's set up a grave as a memorial."

The moonlight is cool, and the bright moonlight soaks the wild grass.The sound of the wind died down, and the silent deep forest exuded a soothing power.

Jiang Baizhou picked a suitable location not far from the ruined temple, and together with Long Ying, they dug a small hole with tree branches, put the burnt snow's "remains" in it, and buried it in the soil.After doing all of this, the two of them stood in front of the flower mound for a while, apart from regret, they both felt a little relieved.

A period of past is over, and the future is a new life.

"Go back." Jiang Baizhou took the initiative to hold Long Ying's hand, "I'm really tired."

"Is it true this time?" Long Ying laughed.

Jiang Baizhou deliberately stepped on him: "What do you think?"

This sentence finally has a flirtatious taste, and the sweetness and sourness reveals the subtlety between lovers.

Long Ying enjoyed it very much, and in order to lure him to say more, she argued differently: "I don't know, my brother is really tired for a while, and fake tired for a while, coaxing me around, I can't even find out the north, south, east, west, why? Do you believe me?"

Jiang Baizhou didn't go around in circles with him, and said unreasonably: "I'm just tired, so you carry me."

"..."

Long Ying was defeated, so she had to bend down and let Jiang Baizhou climb onto her back.After lowering and lifting, with a slight sway, Jiang Baizhou's long hair fell down and landed in front of Long Ying.

Long Ying walked forward steadily, staring at the flowing hair from the corner of her eye, she couldn't help feeling a little distracted.

"Brother, do you know how good-looking you are?"

"..."

Jiang Baizhou couldn't help laughing: "Look is emptiness. Benefactor, you've lost your face."

Long Ying didn't take it seriously: "I'm more than just a physiognomy? I'm bewitched, and it's all your fault."

"It turned out to be my fault?"

"Of course it's your fault."

"Okay, then what do you want to do? Mr. Long?"

"..."

Jiang Baizhou pronounced different titles in different flavors, and his teasing surface concealed a seduction that he himself did not realize.

Long Ying carried him back to the place where the horse was tied, but she stopped in front of a big tree and let him down without getting on the horse.

Jiang Baizhou was puzzled: "What are you doing?"

Long Ying pushed him onto the tree trunk and leaned over to hold him down: "Brother, call a few more times."

Jiang Baizhou paused: "What's your name? Mr. Long?"

"Well, call a few more times."

"..."

Although he didn't understand what kind of hobby this was, Jiang Baizhou didn't mind satisfying him: "Master Long, Mr. Long... Long — um!"

Long Ying blocked his mouth.

The kiss almost suffocated, Long Ying stretched out her hand to the place where she shouldn't be touching, and said close to him: "It's okay not to call it that way, brother, let's change the name."

"Change what?"

"Husband." Long Ying hugged him lingeringly, and fed him something that he couldn't get tired of eating even a few times today, "Brother, love me more, call your husband to come and listen."

The atmosphere was tense, but Jiang Baizhou couldn't help laughing: "I'm not a woman."

"Who said only women can be called?"

Long Ying became ruthless, and Jiang Bairi's long hair swayed.

"I want to hear your call."