Something's wrong with my sword spirit

After drinking the "green tea", it was getting late, the two returned to the room, Qing Heng calmly turned back to the sword body, and lay down on the table to sleep.

At dawn, lotus root pink satin was grown on the tree, and there were still 27 leaves. After planting it, he only turned over one leaf. There were no vegetables to eat, and he was going to plant vegetables tomorrow.

Continue to build the grass shed today, Qing Heng is very careful about feeding the chickens, basically Yan Jin doesn't need to care about those little chickens.

Qingheng then asked if the fish in the pool should be fed, those fish only rely on the nutrients in the water, and they don't need it now.

He took out the cinnabar plum blossoms by the window and put them in the doorway to bask in the sun. He walked around the plum blossoms when he had nothing to do. He couldn't see them because of the flames, and he often turned into a human form, so it would be much easier to touch things.

At this time, he was sticking the red plum on his nose, closing his eyes and sniffing lightly, but he felt itchy on his face, when he opened his eyes, he was suddenly terrified, he got up with a flick of his sleeves, and flew to the tree in an instant.

This movement made Yan Jin almost fall off the chair: "What's the matter?"

"There are...butterflies." Qing Heng's voice trembled slightly, but the butterfly seemed to like him very much, flapping its wings and flying leisurely towards the tree.

In fact, it wasn't very close, but Qing Heng was already on the verge of a formidable enemy, and immediately flew up again, with the hem of his black clothes streaking across the green hills and vegetation.

Yan Jin wanted to drive him away, but when he heard the sound of the wind, Qing Heng had already flown a long way, he concentrated and said, "The butterfly is gone."

"how do you know?"

"I don't hear the sound of it flapping its wings anymore, trust me."

Qing Heng was dubious, and after a long time, he flew back cautiously, looking around nervously, not seeing the butterfly figure made him even more uneasy, for fear that it would suddenly appear from nowhere.

After a long while, I was sure that the butterfly would not come out again, so I approached again and changed back to the sword: "I didn't mean it."

"I know, it's all the fault of that butterfly." But he wondered why Qingheng was afraid of butterflies even if he wasn't afraid of snakes.

Qing Heng said: "Snakes can't fly, but butterflies can. If they suddenly fly towards you, it's very scary."

"It's only a tiny bit bigger."

"These things are not scary because they are not big."

"That's true." Who doesn't have anything to be afraid of?

Qing Heng sighed: "I will try my best to get in touch with it in the future."

"No, there's no need. If you're afraid, you're afraid. Why do you have to force yourself to face it?" Yan Jin quickly comforted him.

"But... this is a shortcoming."

"No, what kind of shortcoming is this? You don't need to overcome it, and you don't need to care about it." There is really no need to embarrass yourself for something that can't be forced.

The day passed, and the silver and vermilion silk satin finally harvested its fruit, and it really grew cloth again. It was a high-quality silk, smooth to the touch. Mrs. Shen left some needles and threads here the day before yesterday, and he decided to use this silk to make goose feathers quilt.

It's just that Mrs. Shen didn't teach him how to sew, but it is not difficult to sew two pieces of cloth together with thread. The quilt cover is better than clothes, as long as it is sewn into a cloth bag.

So he stopped building a grass shed today, and calmed down to make a quilt cover. He planted vegetables, turned two leaves, and planted fruits tomorrow.

After most of the day, the quilt was finished, but he couldn't see whether it was good or not. After trying it at night, he felt light and warm.

He made the bed, touched the table next to him, touched the sword head, and pulled Qing Heng into his bed: "It will be winter soon, you should sleep with me from now on."

Qing Heng froze in panic, lying on the bed stiff and afraid to move: "I... I'm not used to it."

"Damn, it's probably because I'm not used to it, but it's really getting cold, and your quilt is no longer worth it."

"Can……"

"I sleep very honestly, I won't press you down." Yan Jin said, pressing him down with his arm, "Go to sleep."

Qing Heng is not stiff now, but he can't move. He estimated that if he transformed into a human form at this time, Yan Jin's arm would just rest on his chest.

He calmly didn't let himself be disillusioned, saw that Yan Jin's eyes had been closed, and it was difficult to speak if he wanted to, so he sighed quietly.

I don't want to raise the corners of Yanjin's mouth slightly, and said, "Still not used to it? You get used to it when you sleep."

Qing Heng hesitated, "Why do you..."

"Didn't I follow you this time?" Yan Jin smiled, "I'm going to hug you." As he spoke, he pulled him into his arms again.

Qing Heng still wanted to talk, but after thinking about it, he didn't know what to say. After thinking about it for a while, he heard the even breathing in his ears, and Yan Jin really fell asleep this time.

He didn't open his mouth anymore, the warm breath rushed to his ears one after another, he fell asleep after a long time, the cold receded, and dreamed that he was lying in the hot spring, the water flowed over his body, and there was warmth everywhere.

I slept very well that night. When I opened my eyes at dawn, the light green curtains in the room were lightly blowing, and there was a plum blossom in front of the window.

Yanjin got up later than usual, he looked around and said with a smile: "You woke up earlier than me, that's bad, I haven't made tea yet."

Although he drinks the tea himself, it has become a habit to fill up the teacup every morning and smoke from the window.

After he got out of bed, he boiled the water first, then began to move the copybook, and put it outside the house, thinking to himself, buy a few chairs later, so that he doesn’t have to sit on the floor when he takes a nap, it’s better to get a big umbrella to support it. on top.

Qing Heng watched his movements, thought for a while, and finally asked: "Why did you move my bed out?"

Is this what you mean by letting me sleep outside in the future?

"Ah?" Yan Jin turned around, "Didn't we sleep in the same bed?"

Qing Heng thought: Could it be that they have been sleeping together in the future?

It's just winter, it's really cold, so what about when it's hot?

Yanjin said again: "Besides, this is not a bed, it's just a table. When spring comes, I'll buy you a decent bed."

Qing Heng continued to think, yes, I am already a human being, so I should need a bed.

Vegetables are ripe this morning, three potatoes, and flowers have grown, yellow filaments, shallow cup disks, and petals are □□□.

"It's peony, also known as Licao." Qing Heng said.

"How do you like it?"

"Fortunately."

"That is to say... I want to sell it at the foot of the mountain, do you agree?" Yan Jin asked him.

"I agree. There are only cinnabar plums in the mountains, and no other flowers are allowed, but... buyers are not allowed to spoil flowers at will."

Yan Jin laughed: "According to what you said, if I can wield swords and swords in the future, I can only have your sword and no other swords, right?"

Qing Heng blushed: "The sword that gave birth to the sword spirit is very rare, and you may not be able to find a second one."

"Okay." Yanjin elongated his tone, and he didn't plan to look for it either.

Today is to plant fruit, the pink silk is buried, there are still 23 leaves on the tree, and 28 incense candles, and now the leaves can be turned up to 4 pieces every day, and he wants to turn over more, see more What kind of silk and satin will be produced from the leaves, and what will be planted, but considering that the red candle has not been bought yet, the leaves will soon disappear after turning over like this, so let's stop for now.

As for what to plant tomorrow, he thought about it for the first time when he was turning over the leaves. He didn’t want to eat Chinese cabbage. There are still vegetables at present. He just harvested three potatoes. The fruit was planted today and can be harvested tomorrow night. This is for Miss Fang’s family. Yes, the flowers have just been harvested, and as for the cloth, there is a suit of clothes, Mrs. Shen is still making, and the bedding is also available.

After thinking about it so carefully, he doesn't seem to lack anything.

Unexpectedly, he asked Qing Heng: "What else do you want to plant?"

Qing Heng said: "Cloth."

"why?"

"I want to see you change a few more clothes, it looks good."