[Yi Tian] Breaking the cocoon

Zhang Wuji practiced in his room as usual today, and his mother sent someone to deliver a letter a few days ago, saying that she will return to Tianying Sect this Mid-Autumn Festival.The letter asked Zhang Wuji if he wanted to go with her, but Zhang Wuji declined the proposal considering his current situation.

He knew that his body couldn't last much longer.

The parents didn't know that Huoliu San had expired. Every time he saw them, Zhang Wuji would put on his best appearance and cover up intentionally or unintentionally, so that the two of them could let go of their worries and go down the mountain to work.This is the only thing He can do for them as the Son of Man.

Zhang Wuji felt uncomfortable when he woke up early this morning, so he just tried his best to exercise a few times before jumping out of bed bored.Unexpectedly, when he casually glanced out of the window, he suddenly saw a figure floating there.He was slightly taken aback, a name that he hadn't called out for a long time came to mind, and just as he opened his mouth to call out, that person... that ghost's expression changed suddenly, and then disappeared in front of his eyes in an instant.

Don't want to see him so much?

Zhang Wuji lowered his eyes, looking a little sad.

If Song Qingshu knew what Zhang Wuji was thinking at this time, he might really feel wronged.It's a pity that the brain circuits of the two of them haven't matched a few times in the past two years, and it's the same this time - when Zhang Wuji looked up out of the window, Song Qingshu really thought about whether to leave.But before he could react, he suddenly felt a familiar suction coming.When he regained his composure, the angle of view had completely changed from being condescending before to looking up to the sky, the dazzling sun was hanging in the sky, and there were a group of people around asking: "Eldest brother (uncle) you Are you okay?!"

Song Qingshu blinked and sat up, and when he saw the pig that was thrown aside for bloodletting and its four hooves were still on the wooden stick, it instantly became clear: Chen Yijian is such an unlucky guy, he can bump into big puddles of blood when he walks on the road!

"What's the matter with that pig?" He stood up and patted the hem of his clothes to show that he was fine, and asked casually.He was in Tai Chi Square right now, and it was obviously not normal for a pig that had just been killed to appear here.

"Hey! This guy was stabbed just now, and he ran out without being tied up!" One of the disciples around him, who was wearing a cook's uniform, grinned sheepishly, "We just took a lot of effort to get it out of the way!" Catch it back! Send the pig back to the kitchen, and we'll come back and clean it up, don't blame my little master!"

I see.Song Qingshu raised the corner of his mouth: "It's okay." He also wanted to be grateful for this pig that appeared out of nowhere. There are surprises everywhere in life.He waved the disciples to disperse, and he left here slowly, continuing to do what Song Yuanqiao had ordered before.

At noon, the first pot of mooncakes was baked, and the disciples with good deeds brought the hot cakes to the elders of the pie one by one.Song Qingshu, as a senior brother, naturally someone sent him here specially.

"Little uncle, your mooncakes!" Qu Shui held a basket in his arms, took out a bag and handed it to him, with a big smile on his face and sweat on his forehead, apparently he had traveled a lot.

Song Qingshu took the paper bag that Qu Shui handed over, glanced at the basket in his arms, and asked casually, "Anyone else want to send it?"

"Well, there are still the uncles of the Seventh Master, and those from the Disciple Academy... By the way, there is also Uncle Zhang!" Qu Shui counted the paper bags in the basket, and said with a sigh of relief: "There are still a lot to give away! Uncle, I'm leaving first!"

"Wait!" Song Qingshu's heart moved, he stretched out his hand and said, "Give me Wuji's share! I'll deliver it."

"This..." Qu Shui was a little hesitant, how could he ask his uncle to run errands for him?

"I just happened to find him on something."

Hearing this, Qushui didn't hesitate anymore, and handed over the paper bag happily: "Okay, little uncle, I'll leave this to you! I'll go deliver the others first!" After saying that, he ran with his basket in his arms. gone.Song Qingshu was left holding the warm paper bag alone, raised his eyebrows and smiled lightly.

When he came to the gate of Zhang Wuji's courtyard with mooncakes, the latter was boxing in the courtyard.In the past two years, despite Zhang Wuji's poor physical condition, he has always insisted on doing at least one set of punches every day to keep fit.After hearing the sound of the door opening, he turned his head to see Song Qingshu, stopped his movements immediately, and said pleasantly, "Senior Brother Qingshu!"

"En." Song Qingshu responded, raised his hand and handed over a pack of mooncakes, "Have a taste of the newly baked mooncakes?"

"Thank you." Zhang Wuji wiped the sweat off his face, took the paper bag and greeted Song Qingshu to come in.The two walked into the living room, Zhang Wuji touched the teapot casually, and felt it was still warm, so he picked it up and poured a cup of tea for each of them: "Why did you bring it here, senior brother? Isn't it busy for Mid-Autumn Festival today?"

Song Qingshu picked up his teacup and smiled: "I always have to sneak in while I'm busy. I'm not like you. If I'm lazy in the courtyard, no one will take care of me."

Zhang Wuji tilted his head to watch his movements, and instantly understood that the one who came today was the poisonous version of the senior.He hurriedly straightened his sitting posture and said seriously: "I'm not trying to be lazy, I was kicked out by Uncle Wang when I sneaked into the kitchen yesterday! Alas, he always thinks I'm clumsy and will only add to the chaos, and I can't even pick up firewood!"

"That's right, your small body, which can't be lifted by your shoulders, can be crushed by two firewood!"

"How is it possible?!" Zhang Wuji retorted with his eyes rounded, and raised his hand to unwrap the paper package that wrapped the mooncake. The hot aroma rushed to his face in an instant, making both of them focus on the round, flat, naive mooncake. Come on, "Chef Wang's mooncakes are so good! I'm hungry, brother, come have some?"

Song Qingshu was not polite to him either, he raised his hand and twisted a piece, took a bite and it was delicious.After chewing carefully, he swallowed the sweet pastries, and said with a smile: "We will have a banquet tonight, and the lunch at noon will probably consist of these mooncakes. Eat more, or you will be hungry before the evening."

The two chatted and joked while eating cakes and drinking tea, but it was also enjoyable.The two of them are both at a mature age now, and they eat a few mooncakes very quickly, even Song Qingshu's bag is not missed.After eating the mooncakes, Zhang Wuji couldn't help yawning. He had been in a bad mood for the past few days, and he had punched again just now.

"Are you sleepy?" Seeing him like this, Song Qingshu looked at the sun, stood up and greeted him: "Take a nap!"

"Brother, do you want to go back?" Zhang Wuji pulled himself together and stood up, his footsteps swaying slightly, covered by his one-handed support on the table, "Why don't you take a rest here?" He really didn't like being alone in this yard Here, especially during this kind of festival, the hustle and bustle outside set off the desolation in my house, so I tentatively asked for an invitation.Unexpectedly, Song Qingshu simply nodded and said, "Alright! Anyway, we're going to a banquet together tonight, so let's squeeze together and have a rest!"

Unexpectedly, Song Qingshu would really agree, Zhang Wuji was overjoyed, he pulled Song Qingshu and walked towards the inner room.His heart was beating abnormally, most of it was because of his happiness, but he was also a little nervous, "My bed is very big, so I won't squeeze you~! Senior brother, I'm so happy that you can stay here!"

"You are so small, how much land can you occupy?" Song Qingshu teased casually, but Zhang Wuji could also see that he was excited.It wasn't entirely because he couldn't bear to reject the hope in the other party's eyes, but another reason was because he didn't want Song Yuanqiao to continue to arrest the strong men and go out to run errands to practice light kung fu.Song Yuanqiao can't find him if he stays here, so why not take half a day's leisure in Fusheng?

The two lay side by side on the bed, Zhang Wuji breathed evenly and fell asleep almost immediately, but Song Qingshu couldn't sleep.He is growing now, and he has grown a lot taller in the past two years.But Zhang Wuji has not yet grown up, and with the cold and poison, he doesn't look much older than two years ago.The two are lying together, and Song Qingshu can easily wrap each other up in his arms just by raising his hand, but he has never had the experience of sharing the same bed with others, so he will not make such a big difference action.

However, for some reason, I didn’t think about it before, but now, hearing the boy’s steady breathing, looking at the green face of the other party, and the faint determination between the frowning brows, I want to stretch out my hand even more. Squeezing that face... Song Qingshu was terrified in his heart, he didn't know where this thought came from, he knew something was wrong, but he didn't know where it was.

In the past two years, although the two of them didn't say that they met day and night, they saw each other almost every day. Song Qingshu had long since realized that his feelings for Zhang Wuji could not be resented. Stabbing him was just a matter of habit. In fact, after two years of getting along, he could no longer associate that annoying leader Zhang with this poor but resolute young man in front of him. Lying so upset for a while , but also closed his eyes in a daze.The day in August was already a bit cloudy, Song Qingshu slept a bit cold, raised his hand to find the quilt, pulled it over and covered him, and let himself into the dream.

The dreams are mostly specious and messy fragments, sometimes flying into the sky and fleeing the ground, sometimes moody and illogical.But when he fell asleep, he felt colder and colder. He was dreaming that a monster with horns and fangs caught him, tied him with a rope, and then stuffed an ice cube in his arms, and suddenly felt something wrong. , opened his eyes in a daze, and found something cold in his arms.

It's not ice cubes, it's a person—it's Zhang Wuji!

Song Qingshu was suddenly sober, looked down, Zhang Wuji was shivering in his arms, his whole body exuded a strong chill.He was taken aback, and quickly patted the other person's shoulder: "Wuji? Wuji? What's wrong with you?!"

Zhang Wuji didn't answer, and let out a sleepy voice. Song Qingshu got closer, only to hear the word "cold" intermittently, accompanied by the clucking sound of the crown trembling.With a "thud" in his heart, he secretly thought that it was terrible: This is clearly the appearance of a disease!