Something's wrong with my sword spirit

The boat drifted slowly in the water, Yan Jin held onto that hand, and just saw the imprint on his shoulder with his lowered eyes.

His eyes moved to Qing Heng, and he pulled him up, his voice was slightly hoarse: "Didn't Qing Heng become a sword today?"

"I can control myself now."

"Really?"

"If you don't believe me, I'll show you a show."

"I believe..." Before he finished speaking, the person in front of him suddenly turned into a sword.

"..."

He couldn't laugh or cry, he lifted the sword and put it on his lap: "Do you really want to perform at this time?"

Sword body said: "I'm afraid you won't believe me."

"So, you are now in a calm mood?"

"No, no." Qing Heng hurriedly said, "I just want to tell you that I can control it at will now, and I won't be restricted by my mood, that is to say, when I don't want to transform into a sword, I won't. "

"Oh." Yan Jin thought for a while, then if it makes you angry in the future, you can turn into a sword and ignore me.

After Qing Heng finished explaining, he turned into a human again: "Really, you don't have to worry."

"I... have nothing to worry about." Yan Jin replied guiltily, watching him transform into a human.

Just now he put the sword on his lap, and the sword spirit who turned into a human sat on him again.

There was a breeze blowing across the water, the boat rocked slightly, and the night was getting dark.

Yanzhu pulled him closer.

Qing Heng blushed and dared not look at him: "I..."

"How are you?"

"I'm going to see that parrot." He was about to get up.

But when he was pulled back, Yanjin circled him, stroked his hand from his back to his hair, gently twirling the hairpin, his eyes lingering on the topknot: "When I said that I knew what I was doing, it wasn't very bold of?"

Qing Heng blushed to the roots of his ears: "Then...you didn't have such...a sense of oppression that day."

"Really?" Yan Jin pulled out the hairpin, and the black hair fell down, making the face of the person in front of him redder.

His eyes fell from his hair to his cheek, and then down again, and he picked up his collar with a hairpin.

The imprint was vivid on the face, and his lips slowly approached.

When I touched it, I felt the person in my arms tremble slightly.

He raised his eyes and pressed against Qing Heng's forehead: "Are you scared?"

"No... no."

He smiled and stroked the hair of the person in front of him: "Don't be afraid, I'm not very good." A bell rang in the distance, and he looked back, "Let's go home."

"well."

He closed the collar and embraced the person in his arms: "Grab me tight."

"Ah."

The water swayed slightly, and the two returned to the small courtyard in the mountain in an instant.

After landing on the ground and standing firmly, Qing Heng remembered something and exclaimed: "I didn't bring the parrot."

"……yes."

"There is also a teacup plum blossom stove."

"I'll go back and get it."

"I'll go." Qing Heng stopped him, "I brought it there, and I'm more convenient than you."

Yan Jin responded to him, Qing Heng passed through the wooden door, spent a while, and carried all those items back.

After a trip, the wooden door disappeared by itself.

The small courtyard was quiet, Qing Heng went to take a bath first, while Yan Jin sat in the courtyard and fed the birds.

Listen to the parrot chirping like a man in the cage: "Why didn't he continue?"

Yanjin: "What?"

The parrot continued: "Why didn't he continue?"

"..."

"Am I too nervous?"

"what?"

"Maybe it's because his legs aren't in good shape yet."

"!!"

He looked back towards the bathroom, and knocked on the birdcage again with his finger: "Don't imitate words."

He carried the birdcage around a few times, and after the cleaning was done, he went to take a bath.

Qing Heng hung up the birdcage, watched the tranquility of the mountain, and fed the birds in the yard.

Then I heard the little bird chirp: "I'm fine!"

Qing Heng: "What?"

"I'm fine!"

"what?"

"I'm fine!"

"Why do you only say this one sentence?" Qing Heng knocked on the birdcage with his finger, "What's good, can you explain clearly?"

Parrot: "I'm fine!"

"Stupid parrot." Qing Heng flicked his sleeves, walked back to the house, and Yan Jin came back after a while, seeing that he was still as usual, always sitting on his bed for a while before going to sleep.

He folded his coat and said with a smile, "You were in the yard just now?"

"Well, yes, tease the parrot."

"Then... do you know that parrots can learn tongues?" He leaned closer and looked at Qingheng's face.

"is it?"

"Yes, did he say anything just now?"

Qing Heng thought about it for a while: "I keep saying 'I'm fine', it's weird, without beginning or end, I don't know what it means, and I don't know who I learned from."

Flame Ember: "..."

Well, he stroked his eyebrows, made the bed and went to sleep. Before going to bed, he remembered that he didn’t turn over the leaves today. Fortunately, it was almost time to pass. Then he hesitated after going out. He planted building materials again yesterday, and he wanted to take a break for small animals. There are a lot of animals in the house, and there is no shortage of vegetables, cloth, etc., so what else to grow?

He turned around and asked Qing Heng, Qing Heng said: "Plant the things in the seventh row."

The seventh row is related to Qingheng. Originally, he was eager to plant in this row in order to repair the sword body. Later, strange things grew one after another, so he didn't dare to plant it.

But Qing Heng said he wanted to plant it, so let’s plant it. When he turned over the leaves, he straightened his spine and said to Ye Zi very righteously: "My heart can show the sun and the moon, and I have absolutely no unwholesome thoughts. Blindly grown."

The silk satin was planted the next day, and another day later, the base happened to be enough for ten more. After being ignited, it melted into the soil, and the building materials planted the day before grew out, and the black pressure was heavy on the ground, probably because of the relationship between the base. , What grows out this time is still a finished product.

Yanjin stood in front of the attic and looked at the thing that had grown out for a while in bewilderment.

It is easy to understand that a pavilion was grown last time. In such a mountain, a bamboo and wood attic, and a courtyard surrounded by flowers, of course it must have a pavilion.

But... what's up with these two pointy... a ship?

The style is exactly the same as the small painting boat rented on the river yesterday, with a wooden hull and a low cabin in the middle, with lantern colored silk hanging on it.

He lifted the curtain of the cabin and looked around, and sure enough there was a small table.

The boat is a good boat, beautiful, floating in the river like a flower, but... I have never heard of a boat that can be sailed on the mountain.

And since it was grown as a building material, it should only be placed in a fixed position.

Qing Heng circled the boat for a while, and said happily: "It's not surprising, I put it in one place, and use it for a nap on weekdays, it doesn't have to have water."

"That's true." He raised his head and looked in front of the pool. There was a spacious grassland after the boulder was blasted away, so let's put the boat there.

As soon as he thought about it, the imaginary place began to glow, so when he lightly touched the hull, he automatically flew over and landed firmly on the open space.

Qing Heng walked over to have a look, lifted the curtains, the front and back were transparent, he walked into the cabin, and stretched out his head after a while: "I think this board is a bit hard, it needs to be covered with blankets."

"it is good."

"Well, the curtains at both ends can also be thicker, so that if you lie inside during the day, it will not let light through, and it will also block the wind."

"it is good."

"I put some potted flowers on both ends."

"You don't need to take it." Yan Jin waved his hand, and several pots of cinnabar plums were placed on the bow and stern of the boat.

This day, I went down the mountain to buy blankets, curtains, etc., and decorated the boat inside and out. From the outside, the curtains fluttered, and from the inside, it was fluffy and full of warmth.

That night, Qing Heng said: "I want to sleep here."

Flame Ember: "..."

Inexplicably, he thought of the one he had seen before, probably a neighbor, who couldn't live in a brightly lit house, and preferred to sleep in a tent in the yard.

In their words, it seems that there is something interesting about this.

"Okay." He carried the quilt upstairs, "If it's cold, go back quickly."

"It's neither cold nor cold." Qing Heng was full of freshness. He had just laid out the bedding and saw that the cabin was too dark. He wanted to get a lamp when he went out. As he wishes, it will not burn the cabin, and it will not fall on the curtains and bedding, but it will float on the top of the small cabin with light spots and warmth.

He repeatedly urged: "Call me if you have anything to do."

"it is good."

After leaving the cabin, he came back after a while: "Is it really not cold?"

"It's not cold, it's so thick." Qing Heng lay down wrapped in a quilt, and pushed open a small window at the top. This top window is double-layered, and after the wooden boards are pushed away, there is a layer of transparent glazed tiles, which are airtight. But when you lie down, you can see the stars in the sky.

Yanjin nodded and returned to the room.

However, lying on the bed in the middle of the night, I couldn't see the corner of the clothes on the railing upstairs, and it seemed that something was missing, and I couldn't fall asleep after tossing and turning.

After lying with his eyes open for a while, he sat up and went out with the quilt in his arms.

In the cabin, Qing Heng was still blowing the streamer to count the stars, when he looked up and saw that he brought another quilt, he quickly said: "I'm really not cold."

"I know." He spread the quilt, "but I'm cold." Then he lay down smoothly.

The cabin is not big, the two of them lay side by side, there was no gap between them, Qing Heng felt that it was a little crowded, so he stretched his arms and turned sideways, touched his face: "You are cold, why don't you cover him thickly?" One o'clock?" He folded the quilts of the two together to form two layers, "Is it still cold?"

"Well, it's warmer in here than the attic."

"Then don't go back, stay here with me tonight."

Yanjin brought all the quilts, and didn't intend to go back, but he coughed lightly when he heard this, and thought of going elsewhere for no reason.

He was silent for a while, stroked the hair that was hanging on his face, and said in a low voice: "I won't leave, but I'm going to break my promise."

"what?"

"I said it wasn't very good before, and I'm going to break my promise."

Qing Heng's breathing stagnates: "Is...is it?"

"If I were here, I wouldn't want to count the stars with you."

The face of the person in front of him suddenly turned red: "Then...then don't count the stars."

Yan Jin's gaze shifted to his face: "But, you were very nervous yesterday."

"That... that's outside, I... I'm afraid of being seen." He felt that sense of oppression from Yan Jin again.

"Aren't you afraid today?"

"There are no outsiders, no...not afraid, but..."

"But what?"

Qing Heng was embarrassed to say: "I know your leg is not good, you want to..."

Before he could finish speaking, he was turned over and suppressed by the people around him, and all subsequent words were blocked.

It was too close, and the feeling was clear, his face turned redder, and he held Yan Jin's face in his hands: "So you... are alright?"

"I was fine, but you kept saying that I had problems." Yan Jin stretched out his hand, and the porcelain vase under the bed in the attic flew to his palm.

"I didn't say it, it was Father Yue who said it..." The words were blocked again.

After a while, Yanjin said: "I told you earlier, don't listen to his nonsense."

"I see."

"And I asked the parrot to tell you, why don't you believe it?"

Qing Heng thought for a moment: "Father Yue is a human being after all, you don't let me listen to human words, do I want to listen to a parrot?"

"..."

alright, you win.

He leaned down again.

The person in front of him involuntarily became nervous again.

In the end, I still have some concerns: "If not..."

"No need." Qing Heng hugged him, "I'm fine."

He leaned over again.

Suddenly, a whisper was heard in the ear.