late snow

When they arrived in Caixia Town, it was the day of the Mid-Autumn Festival, and the streets were decorated with lanterns and festoons, and people came and went, very lively.

Wearing a veiled hat, Ji Huai could only see a vague outline, Zhan Hua leaned into his ear and said, "You don't need to wear a veiled hat when it's dark."

Ji Huai whispered: "Is it okay that there are so many people here?"

"It's okay, most of them are the people in the town." Zhan Hua stretched out his hand to help him take off the veil,

That □□Ji Huai started to itch on his face after wearing it for two days, with a dense layer of red rash, Zhan Hua didn't let him wear it all the time, and only put it on for him when there were many people. This town is not very prosperous, and what Ji Huai is showing now is his own face, with some rash marks left on it a few days ago.

A piece of red stands out on the fair face.

Ji Huai didn't care much about this, he was looking down at a red bean hairpin on the stall with his head down.

The peddler laughed and said, "My lord, please pick one for my wife."

Ji Huai looked away from the red bean hairpin and smiled slightly, "No need, just take a look."

The two continued to walk forward, Zhan Hua suddenly said: "Have you ever been married?"

"When I was young, my family once decided on a fiancée for me." Ji Huai's attention was obviously not here, and he answered immediately after listening to his question, "It's just that she is not in good health, and her family is thinking of delaying her marriage when she is a little older. , but I didn't want the girl to have an emergency and went there a few days before the wedding."

Ji Huai touched the lantern tassels hanging in mid-air, "After dragging on for two years, I still haven't found a suitable one. The girl's family either thinks that I like to visit Fenghua Building or that I have accomplished nothing——"

Ji Huai sighed, "I have no fame and know how to do business, and if I marry, I will only be squeezed by my sisters-in-law. I simply don't want to look for it, and I will harm other girls for no reason."

Zhan Hua paused, "Can the family arrange a roommate or concubine for you?"

"Of course not. What does it look like to have a concubine before the main room has entered the house? It's too disrespectful." Ji Huai waved his hand and suddenly realized, "Why are you asking about this?"

"Just asking." Zhan Hua pulled him to avoid the running children and let him go inside.

Ji Huai smiled and said, "You fake monk with six unclean senses."

Zhan Hua hadn't seen him smile like this for a long time, and suddenly returned to the time when he first met, Ji Huai was still the carefree seventh son, carefree and romantic.

At this moment, Ji Huai stopped in front of a stall again, picked up a painted mask of evil spirits and put it on his face, and asked Zhan Hua: "How about I use this to cover up?"

"No need." Zhan Hua took the mask from his hand, frowned slightly, "It's too ugly."

Ji Huai laughed, and strolled to the front to see the flower seller. He was wearing moon-white clothes at the moment, and Zhanhua bought him horseshoe sleeves for the convenience of his journey. He simply pulled a strip of cloth and tied it into a ponytail. The whole person looked dashing and neat, but after walking on the road for a short while, many girls had already quietly looked at him.

Just as Ji Huai was about to pick up the flowers to look at them, he was taken aback by someone putting on a red and green mask from behind.

"What's wrong?" Ji Huai turned his head and asked Zhan Hua.

Zhan Hua was wearing a mask at the moment, with no expression on his face, he helped Ji Huai tie the rope behind the mask, and said coldly: "It's better to wear it safely."

The two were very close, although Ji Huai wanted to look away through the mask, but his eyes stuck to each other's face uncontrollably.

He kept telling himself in his heart that this person wanted his life, whether it was before or now, or those specious questions just now, it was just Zhan Hua's disguise.

These good things are all pretended by the other party, maybe it's just a whim, and it can't be taken seriously.

Reason made him want to stay away, but when their breaths were intertwined, Ji Huai still couldn't help but want to get closer, and even wanted to hug the person in front of him for a moment.

Reason and impulse mixed together into a sad sourness that made him despise and loathe himself.

He was so worthless that he fell in love with a man with ulterior motives who wanted his own life.

And it's a man.

Indecent and utterly absurd.

He wanted to step back, but he raised his hand and grabbed Zhan Hua's wrist, which was thin and cold.

Zhan Hua was taken aback for a moment, but he didn't pull out his hand.

"Zhan Hua, what poison have you got?" Ji Huai finally asked.

Zhan Hua froze, subconsciously avoiding his gaze, not daring to look into his eyes, and calmly said, "You don't even know if you tell me."

Zhan Hua pulled out his hand and continued to walk forward.

Ji Huai's mind was in a mess, he didn't know what he wanted to do, whether he was so dizzy and stupid that he wanted to save Zhan Hua, or if he suddenly made a plan to retreat to seek a way out, but he still followed.

Because of this sudden question, the atmosphere between the two of them suddenly became a little dull, and they didn't speak for a long time after walking.

In front of them were performers who were performing broken boulders on their chests and steel guns on their throats. Ji Huai glanced behind the crowd but couldn't see clearly. He could only hear people around clapping their hands and applauding.

Zhan Hua stopped and asked, "Want to take a look?"

Ji Huai's clean clothes were covered with dust at some point, and his boots were also full of dust, so he patted the clothes.

This section of road is a dirt road, not very clean, but very lively.

Ji Huai looked inside, "Do these people have the internal strength you mentioned?"

"No." Zhan Hua was pushed to the side and took two steps, "It's just a coincidence."

"Forget it." Ji Huai looked away in disappointment.

A stage was set up under the big willow tree not far away, and there were babbling and babbling operas on it, and the beating of gongs and drums was very lively. Can only helplessly chase after.

Ji Huai dodged a little girl, but he was still a step late. The candied haws she held in her hand was rubbed with syrup, and he wanted to wipe it off but found that he didn't have a handkerchief.

"Just go back to the inn and change it." Zhan Hua is not as expensive as he is, and he can wear the ball on his robes, and it is common for him to rub a little dust and blood.

Ji Huai sighed, "Let's go back."

So the two walked back along the bustling street, not noticing the murderous eyes in the crowd.

The inn the two of them stayed in was the only inn in Caixia Town. They didn't come early, and there was only one room left, so there was nothing to be picky about. At least it was much better than sleeping on the ground.

The room is very simple, with a bed, an Eight Immortals table, two stools, and a shelf for washing the face, so there is no extra furniture.

As soon as Ji Huai entered the door, he took off his outer shirt and put it on the stool, and asked Zhan Hua, "Can they bring a bathtub here?"

Zhan Hua said, "I'll go ask."

Zhanhua came back when he was out for half a stick of incense, and the little one behind him moved in a big tub, and after a while, he moved in a screen and put it in front of the tub, "wait a minute, the hot water is still burning, Right away."

"Thank you." Ji Huai thanked him, and after Xiao Er went out, he said to Zhan Hua, "I thought they didn't send a bathtub here."

Zhan Hua handed him his burden, "Are you hungry?"

"I ate pancakes on the street just now, so I'm not hungry." Ji Huai drove for two days and walked outside for another night. He was very sleepy at the moment, and he just wanted to take a shower and take a good night's sleep.

After half an hour, Xiaoer brought up the water, and Ji Huai was already leaning against the bedposts, drowsy, when he heard Zhan Hua calling him, he opened his eyes with difficulty.

"The water is adjusted, go wash." Zhan Hua pulled him up from the bed.

Ji Huaiqiang braced himself to go behind the screen and soaked in the hot water, sighing comfortably.

Zhan Hua sat on the stool with his back facing the screen, and the sound of water from time to time disturbed him a little. After about a quarter of an hour, he got up to go out, but he heard a "plop" from behind the screen.

Zhan Hua's complexion changed, he strode to the back of the screen, quickly picked him up from the water, Ji Huai grabbed his arm and coughed until tears almost came out.

Zhan Hua slapped him hard on the back, Ji Huai coughed out a mouthful of water, and finally caught his breath, clutching his arm with lingering fear.

"What's going on?" Zhan Hua asked him.

"I... accidentally fell asleep." Ji Huai blushed, this time he was really humiliated, his face flushed with embarrassment, and his neck was covered with a thin layer of crimson.

Zhan Hua was speechless for a while, his clothes were mostly wet, he looked away from Ji Huai's shoulders that were still stained with water, and withdrew his arms, "Hurry up and go to sleep."

After saying that, he walked out hastily.

Ji Huai wiped the water off his face, and embarrassedly wanted to find a crack in the floor to slip in. After a long while, he tore off the cloth towel from the screen, put on clean dirty clothes and walked out from behind the screen.

Most of the drowsiness was gone, he sat by the bed and saw Zhanhua taking clothes from the bag, he was stunned for a moment, "You wash too?"

"Otherwise?" Zhan Hua turned to look at him upon hearing this.

"Xiao Er hasn't changed the water yet—" Ji Huai pointed to the screen, and the tub behind him still had his bath water.

"After he finishes burning and changing, it will be midnight. Are you still going to sleep?" Zhan Hua said, taking his clothes and walking around behind the screen.

Ji Huai was stunned, until he heard the sound of Zhan Hua entering the water, he suddenly woke up.

Zhan Hua... is taking a bath with his bath water...

Ji Huai's handsome face immediately flushed red.

This fake monk is not particular about it!

Although people in the martial arts are very bold and unrestrained, but this is too——

Ji Huai stared at the silhouette behind the screen, the candles were flickering in the not-so-spacious small room, the dim light and shadows were indistinct, the noise outside the window gradually subsided, and a cool breeze blew in.

Ji Huai walked to the window and closed it, and slowly returned to the bed to lie down, only to find that there was only one quilt.

Although he and Zhan Hua slept together the night before, it was an unconscious coincidence, completely different from the current situation. He was lying flat on the bed, and it was clear that he was so sleepy a quarter of an hour ago, but now he was full of energy and couldn't sleep.

When Zhan Hua came out from behind the screen, he saw Ji Huai sleeping sideways on the innermost side of the bed with his back facing him, the quilt was only covered by a corner, and his breathing was still not very steady.

He blew out the candle, lay on the bed, pulled up the quilt to cover him, "Aren't you sleepy? Why aren't you asleep?"

Ji Huai paused for breath, then seemed to be discouraged, and said in a muffled voice, "Sleep now."

Zhan Hua was far away from him, and the quilt was covering him, Ji Huai turned over, "Aren't you going to cover him with the quilt?"

"I'm not cold." Zhan Hua said.

His body temperature is very low all year round, even if he is covered with a thick quilt and burns carbon, it is no different from the sky and the ground.

But Ji Huai didn't know.

He turned the quilt over the two of them, leaving more than half of the space in the middle. Both of them had long legs and their calves were exposed, but it was much better than just covering them with a cloak in the mountains.

Zhan Hua let him toss and turn, and when Ji Huai covered them both with quilts and lay down to sleep with satisfaction, a cold hand suddenly covered his neck, making him stiff with fright.

"You—" Ji Huai couldn't tell what was going on in his heart, and asked him in a complicated tone: "Do you want blood?"

But that hand slid from his neck to his back, and fell on his waist, with a little force, he was hugged into his arms.

Ji Huai's nose brushed against his neckline, smelling a faint scent of acacia.

"No blood." Zhan Hua's voice was as cool as water in the night, and his body was also icy, but the breath he exhaled was warm, spraying on his ears, lifting his heart high, and gently lay down.

"Just hold it."