Something's wrong with my sword spirit

But Qing Heng wanted to plant: "If it's dirt again, it's fine if it doesn't wash off."

"Cleaning is also very troublesome." You can't call Xiaoyue up to sweep the floor after the Chinese New Year.

Although not impossible.

"What if it's a star?"

"Um……"

"Half of it is always a surprise, right? Let's plant it, okay..."

Qing Heng lengthened the ending, and to Yan Jin's ears, he actually... acted coquettishly.

Who would disagree with this? You agree to everything you ask.

"Okay." He planted the colored silk, and secretly kicked the soil twice while planting, warning in his heart, "No surprises will grow tonight, and you will be dug up tomorrow."

There is no movement in the field, and there is nothing to fear.

After planting the ingredients, he saw that Qing Heng was still lingering among the flowers, so he asked, "Besides cinnabar plums, do you have any other flowers you like?"

Qing Heng turned back to the sword head: "I don't know, I can't imagine it, but I think there must be flowers in the world that make people fall in love at first sight."

Yan Jin looked into the field and thought, then I hope that one day I can grow flowers that Qing Heng will fall in love with.

If the field is really alive, you should hear that the flower will grow sooner or later.

When it was getting dark, the sound of firecrackers sounded one after another from the bottom of the mountain, and fireworks bloomed on the top of the mountain from time to time, and he had already prepared the New Year’s Eve dinner. It was cold outside, so he moved the table inside and put it next to the soft couch, even though he was the only one People eat it, but they also prepare eight dishes and one soup, and then burn a small stove to make tea and wine.

The outside of the window is covered with white snow. As the night gets darker, the sound of firecrackers fades away. The world seems to be suddenly quiet, which makes people peaceful. All the disturbing and worrying things are slowly forgotten in this quietness, leaving only the tranquility and leisure at this moment.

Occasionally, fireworks break the silence and add a touch of fireworks to this peaceful night.

The little duck didn't know what happened, but turned over the duck coop and ran into the chicken coop. The chicken coop was chattering for a while, but fortunately no chicken stepped on it.

The kitten begged for a fried fish, and it was delicious.

Qing Heng looked outside the door from time to time: "Is something growing out of the colored silk?"

not yet.

"Has it grown?"

still none.

Yanjin laughed: "Okay, all the surprises and surprises are gone this time, it didn't grow anything..."

Before the words fell, I heard a melodious tune in my ears. If the strings were plucked, after a while, there was a faint sound of the flute, and then the sound of the Xiao, and there were chimes, Tao Yun... there were instruments playing in harmony.

He opened the door to look, and saw the dim light flickering in the field, and the dancing light spots fluctuated with the music.

The tunes played by ancient musical instruments are elegant and ethereal, ringing in the ears, as if piercing through the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River, making jumping fish beside the black-covered boat, or like someone holding an oil-paper umbrella on a bluestone board in an old alley, tapping lightly on the ground. Patina door knocker.

Suddenly, like a breeze passing through the old house, the flying swallows under the eaves were startled, and a horse galloped outside the Great Wall, leaving a flower between the horse's hoof in the loess.

Then roll the curtain under the umbrella in the courtyard, and the mountain wind and snow.

Qing Heng smiled: "Look, this time it's a surprise."

"Ah."

"Can you dance a sword?"

"I'm afraid it's..." Yan Jin thought, even if I can dance, it might not look good.

"Then I'll show you the dance myself." Qing Heng flew into the floating light, and the sword light merged with it.

He has already put on a new scabbard, with a layer of silk on the outside of the silver-gray leather, and on it is a hand-embroidered landscape painting, painted in blue and white, stretching far and long.

The ink-like sword melted into the music.

Flying flowers wear the courtyard, and the mountains and rivers are covered with snow.

Time flies.

Yan Jin held a cup of warm wine under the eaves and watched quietly.

After watching for a while, the wine in the glass flicked and almost spilled.

The sword that shuttled through the flowers and snow turned into a human.

The mountain wind shakes the moonlight, the silver-gray wide-sleeved flying-shoulder robe, and a long silver hairpin holding a little hair. The landscape and ink colors on the clothes float with the streamer.

With wide sleeves and a dance, the wind, flowers, snow and moon are all a foil.

Yan Jin was probably also intoxicated by the aroma of the peach blossom wine, with a touch of the palm, the cup fell back on the table.

He raised his arm slowly again, and retracted it.

The silver-gray clothes rushed towards him, carrying flying flowers, Qing Heng was pulled into his arms, and the falling flowers slowly fell.

The person in his arms was surprised, and Yan Jin was also slightly taken aback.

I can feel the weight.

Is it...

After a while, Fang raised his hand and lightly touched Qing Heng's clothes.

It was a bit cold with snow on my clothes, but I could still touch it, that's right.

He stroked the broken hair on the forehead again, and the hair flowed away from the fingertips, which can still be touched, that's right.

Going to touch his cheek again, the outstretched hand touched him lightly with anxiety and hesitation.

The fingertips are hot and tactile.

He touched the other cheek again, his eyes finally lit up: "Qingheng, have you seen that I can completely touch you."

"Ah."

"Aren't you happy?" He rubbed his face.

"Happy……"

"Then why don't you look at me, your face is very hot and red, don't you catch a cold again?" He pinched his cheek fondly and worriedly.

Qing Heng had no choice but to raise his eyes to look at him: "I'm happy...but I'm not too embarrassed." He looked around and blushed even more.

Someone is sitting on you.

Embracing each other and being able to truly feel each other's warmth is completely different from before.

Shy for no reason, but yearning for it.

"Oh." Yan Jin quickly withdrew his hands, "I'm so happy." He said and helped him up.

Suddenly saw something.

Qing Heng was about to get up, but before he could stand up, he was pulled by him again and fell into his arms again.

Qing Heng raised his hand in astonishment, but was pushed away by Yan Jin.

Yan Jin stared at his shirt with scorching eyes, hooked his fingertips, unbuttoned it, and then opened the collar.

Qing Heng looked at him in surprise: "You..."

"Don't move, let me see my mark." The neckline was opened a little, and he looked at the word "Yan" engraved on the jaw of the sword before, at the collarbone under the right shoulder.

He slowly stretched out his hand, stroked it lightly, and was lost in thought for a moment.

But when he felt the person in his arms tremble slightly, he came back to his senses: "It hurts?"

"No...it doesn't hurt." Qing Heng's face turned redder, and his breathing stopped slightly.

Yanjin then looked at the mark again, and rubbed the handwriting from top to bottom with her fingertips.

This is my imprint, this is... my integrity.

If there is a ladder to another world at this time, he is not willing to go back, and if there is a way to ascend to heaven, he is not willing to go either.

Impressively, a burst of fireworks dyed the wind, flowers, snow and moon with shimmering light.

He retracted his gaze from his shoulders and looked at Qing Heng's face.

The scorching eyes made the other party dare not look too much, and lowered their eyes slightly.

The mountain wind stopped suddenly.

The kitten ran out at some point, grinding its paws in the ground, and there was a rustling sound.

Yan Jin moved his gaze back, slowly withdrew his hands, and closed the collar.

Qing Heng probably hasn't recovered yet, still lying in his arms and forgetting to get up.

The kitten meowed, and its sharp claws drew something out of the soil.

Yan Jin looked sideways, and then... his face changed drastically.

Why did the little wings come out again!

Qing Heng followed his gaze and turned back curiously, before he could turn around, Yan Jin quickly pressed him into his arms: "Wait, Qing Heng, listen to me..."

Fortunately, the explanation was not finished. The kitten flicked its wings curiously, and the little pink wings were carried on its back by it, flipping up and down, shining with glittering and translucent sequins, and flying around the yard with the little white cat.

He let go of his hand, turned his head with a blushing face, looked curiously for a while, and said with a smile: "A cat that can fly."

"Hmm... yes, it's probably a surprise..."

"The wings are beautiful."

"Yeah, probably... well, you said it looks good?" Yan Jin coughed lightly, thinking if I said I thought about a sword with little wings on its back, would you still think it looks good?

The little white cat flew for a while, landed leisurely, flicked its paws, the wings behind it separated, spread out in mid-air, turned into little pink streamers, and fell slowly.

The things that grow in this row seem to be disposable, and disappear after use.

At the end of the time, Qing Heng slowly got up, stood beside the wheelchair, and wondered if he hadn't tried before, whether he could also meet him.

Shi Yi leaned over in front of the wheelchair, and lightly touched Yan Jin's face with his hands, his palms were slightly warm, but he trembled: "I can touch you too."

The temperature of a person, the temperature of embers, the temperature of his master.

He held up that face and slowly approached it. The temperature in his hands, the breath on his face, and his personal feelings were completely different from those of the sword body.

Yanjin said softly: "Yes."

"I can touch the complete you, not a piece of clothing, a strand of hair, or a breath." Qing Heng's eyes shimmered.

"Ah."

Qing Heng laughed, his eyebrows and eyes were curved, just like the moon in the sky.

Yanjin pressed his hand covering her cheek, and looked at him, her breath gradually spreading.

A firework suddenly lit up, bringing the two people who approached back to their senses.

Averting his eyes, Qing Heng stood up with a blushing face.

Yan Jin was also not at ease, looked at the room and said, "Then why don't you try it too, maybe you can feel the beauty of the food?"

"Yes, I said before that if there is a body, you can eat." Qing Heng got up and walked into the house, looking at the table of dishes, "Is your cooking delicious?"

"Although it's not as good as a chef's, it's never bad."

Qing Heng quickly sat at the table, Yan Jin came over slowly, looked at him, and smiled unconsciously: "Which one do you think is the most delicious, I will make it tomorrow."

"It's all good, this one is good." Qing Heng pointed at the chopsticks, it was mushroom soup with chicken sauce.

"This is also good." He pointed out that it was stuffed tofu with meat.

"And this one, this one is sweet and sour, but it's a little hard and has some thorns." He touched the plate, a dish of squirrel fish.

"This one is a bit spicy." He was referring to boiled pork slices.

"This is also delicious." It is the three treasures of the lotus pond.

"..."

Yanjin was a little surprised, he knew the smell.

I also got a general understanding of his taste. I like sweet, sour ones are okay, but I don’t like spicy ones. I like stir-fried and steamed dishes, not deep-fried ones.

That said, it tastes pretty healthy.

The only exception is that he likes to eat pickled cabbage.

To be precise, he probably likes cabbage, and he ate all the cabbage that served as decoration on several plates.

At a certain moment, Yan Jin suspected that what he raised was not a sword spirit, but a little rabbit.

When it was time to eat this meal, Yan Jin had already eaten it before, and he just held the peach blossom wine to watch him eat, and put it on the small stove to help him warm up any dish that was cold.

Qingheng is not considered edible, but every entry should be savored carefully.

There were firecrackers in Zishi Town again, and the fireworks bloomed in the night sky on the mountain.