not immortal

It was raining at night, pattering, and the parrot hanging under the window was rarely speechless all night. Jiang Xu was wrapped in the quilt contentedly, and slept like a drowsy figure sitting beside his bed. There was no breath at all, and it was as silent as a blurred dream.

Jiang Xu curled up again, the cold wind poured into the soft quilt, he shrunk his neck, and in a trance, he felt a hand gently resting on his arm, warming his sore muscles with spiritual power, With slightly cool and damp water vapor.

He turned around, and there were some rustling and rubbing sounds in his ears, and there seemed to be a slightly rough warm touch on his face, which was very light, landed on the corner of his mouth, and disappeared in an instant.

Jiang Xu muttered something inaudible, and suddenly dreamed of the time he was brought back to the Wuji Sect many years ago.

Jian Louzi has been famous for many years, and has always been No.1 in kendo. There are countless people who want to join his sect, but Yan Sui is the only disciple of Jian Louzi. Most people, even the previous generation, are not as good as him now, and everyone even thinks that this is Jian Louzi's criterion for choosing apprentices.

No one thought that he would accept Jiang Xu directly.

The ordinary Jiang Xu, who could even be called dull-witted, had nothing else to catch the eye except for his pure heart.

But in Jiang Xu's dream, all of this was very vague, and he could only vaguely remember that the peach blossoms at the mountain gate were in full bloom that day, his eyes were blushing and he was burning up the mountain, he stumbled and followed Jian Louzi on the mountain road that he had climbed for a long time , drenched in the soft spring rain, walked across the seemingly endless Iron Lock Bridge, and the first thing I saw after stepping on Qiongxiao Peak was Yan Sui practicing sword in the spring breeze.

He was also dressed in aqua blue gown, with sharp sword moves in his hand, but his eyes were warm and gentle when he looked over. Jian Louzi seemed to call him, but he didn't seem to. In fact, Jiang Xu couldn't remember clearly. , but Yan Sui, who was dressed in aqua blue gown, was more... touching.

In the end, she put away her sword, knelt down on one knee in front of Jian Louzi after she finished speaking, looked at him with a smile:

"My name is Yan Sui, and my name is Ziji. I will be your senior brother in the future."

At that time, Jiang Xu was still young, and he could only nod slowly, but his eyes kept falling on his hand that had been cut by the sword qi, and he still couldn't help raising his finger, and asked stammeringly, "You... Bandage it first."

However, Yan Sui smiled in surprise as if hearing something very interesting, raised his hand to hold Jiang Xu's wrist, and said, "Does your hand hurt?"

Jiang Xu lowered his head in confusion, only to see a bloody long arrow pierced in his palm, and then his heart ached. The peach trees all over the mountain withered in an instant.

It seemed that someone was unwillingly shouting in his ear: "Jiang Xu, don't you feel pain?"

thump—

The morning bell rang far away, a little far away, and seemed to hit his heart. Jiang Xu suddenly opened his eyes, and a silver incense ball with a hollow cloud and bird pattern hung down from his head.

Obviously there was no such thing last night, Jiang Xu raised his hand bluntly, but yesterday he really dawdled with Yan Sui under the eaves for a whole day, and now he is relaxed and refreshed, with no trace of being punished at all.

I don't know where Yan Sui came in from.

He turned over with the soft quilt in his arms, just in time to see that the screen window had been opened a crack, but today the parrot's noisy imitation was gone, and it was so quiet that only the sound of drizzle was left.

It was a bit too unusual, Jiang Xu finally got up suddenly, he had been woken up by that flat-haired animal almost every day in the past six months, but now he couldn't hear it, but felt strange, he slapped Pushing open the window, just happened to shake the bamboo cage for a while, and it was heavy, causing a lot of thumping sounds.

But the parrot was still very silent.

Jiang Xu sighed lightly, and saw that the white-haired parrot hung its head, its red beak was tightly closed, and the tuft of feathers on the top of its head was sticking wetly to its back, which seemed a bit dejected.

It's really weird.

He rested his chin on one hand, and wanted to touch the parrot's beak with his hand, forcing the fool to panic and run away from the cage, and he couldn't help laughing lightly.

"Wake up early?" Jiang Xu pinched his throat, imitating his usual appearance, "Wake up early?"

The parrot could only stare at him with a pair of mung bean-sized eyes. It was dumbfounded, and flapped its wings twice. It seemed that someone had cast a spell of silence.

An indistinct laugh came from the side, and Yan Sui's voice came into his ears through the fine rain curtain: "I saw this parrot yesterday, but I thought it was a little louder than when it left. I learned this sentence from you."

Jiang Xu withdrew his hand in a snap, just in time to see Yan Sui coming back from the outside holding Suqing's umbrella, with his hearing and eyesight, he presumably saw clearly what happened just now.

"I taught it," he couldn't help complaining to Yan Sui, "Senior Sister Ya came over that day and teased him with almonds, so he couldn't learn how to teach it on weekdays."

But Riya taught such a sentence as a joke that day. I don’t know if it’s because of the almond, but he actually taught this stupid parrot. Thinking of this, Jiang Xu murmured: "You know he is noisy, but you still want to talk about it." Stay with me."

If it takes a while longer, I will pluck this fool and throw it into the soup pot!

Yan Sui put away his umbrella and stood beside the cage. As soon as he raised his hand, the parrot immediately shrank to Jiang Xu's side with fluttering wings, and even stuck his head into the wings. It was shaking.

"I picked it up from the forest at the foot of the mountain," Yan Sui laughed softly, and raised his hand to support the cage, "Perhaps it was pushed down the tree by its brothers and sisters, thinking that you would like it, but now it seems , is indeed closer to you."

Isn't that right, Jiang Xu couldn't help but slander, he wakes me up here on time every day, I don't know who I learned this hard work from.

"I don't like him," he said with lowered eyes, "Since the brother picked it up, he should be returned to the brother. There is no reason to take advantage of others."

"Really," Yan Sui's tone sounded meaningful, "That's why, Xu Xu, let's talk about that sword again."

Jiang Xu was so choked by him that he couldn't find a word for a long time, so he could only hold on to the window sill awkwardly in the cold and damp spring breeze, and said, "Anyway, I don't like it."

A few ants crawled forward along the crack of the paint, Jiang Xu turned his gaze without saying a word, pulled the parrot's head out from the down feathers, and tapped on its red beak.

The parrot raised its neck, opened its beak, and yelled, "Get up early to eat! Get up early to eat!"

Jiang Xu turned his head in silence and met Yan Sui's eyes, faintly, the meaning is self-evident:

It's better to take it away.

Yan Sui laughed suddenly, and put the umbrella by the wall casually, his fingers seemed to swipe the back of Jiang Xu's hand inadvertently, and said in a warm voice: "I think it is much more interesting than before, Xu Xu must have spent a lot of thought on it on weekdays of."

This is really not true, Jiang Xu's face became hot when he said it, and he couldn't bring up the idea of ​​​​disposing of the parrot, so he could only stand here with Yan Sui, blowing the cold wind, listening to that The idiot jumped up and down in the cage, barking endlessly.

After a while, Jiang Xu finally couldn't bear it anymore and called out, "Senior brother."

Yan Sui, on the other hand, came back quickly, hummed slightly with the corners of his mouth curled up, and said, "What's the matter?"

"Brother," Jiang Xu called out again, and then asked him obediently, "Did you not practice your sword today?"

"It's not in a hurry," Yan Sui replied, seeming to be in a good mood, "Spring is expected to be cold, but Xuxu is a little cold."

Isn't it!Jiang Xu barely suppressed his expression, and smiled dryly: "Indeed, if you don't feel cold, brother, you can continue to stand for a while."

Yan Sui just looked at him with some subtle eyes, and asked slowly: "What about Xuxu?"

Jiang Xu's eyes lit up, and he quickly replied: "I'm going to the sword hall to attend classes, so brother naturally don't need to be too anxious, but I was so ashamed after listening to the teachings of my master and my brother yesterday, I think it's better to be more motivated. I won't accompany my brother to enjoy the scenery... er, the parrot."

After he finished speaking, he slammed the window shut and turned around without waiting for Yan Sui's reaction, took a deep breath instinctively, and opened and closed his lips silently: "Aren't you in a hurry to practice sword?"

His somewhat blurred face was reflected in the bronze mirror, Jiang Xu watched it steadily for a while, and quickly went through the events of the past two days in his mind: Yan Sui first returned to the sect ahead of time, and did not go to the Wuji Hall to see him first The master and the elders also inexplicably... have a big change in temperament?

Now he still says that practicing sword is not an important matter!

Jiang Xu felt very sad for a while, he quickly changed his clothes, and murmured: "Isn't it because he was taken away in the ancient maze? No, I have to ask the master... Forget it, I still have to go to the medicine hall when I have time."

He opened the door while pondering, but saw Yan Sui standing outside the house, still holding the plain green umbrella, as if he had been watching the movement here, and when he came out, he gave a warm and gentle smile: " Is Xu Xu all right? Then let's go."

Jiang Xu was stunned, and subconsciously asked, "Where are you going, brother?"

"Aren't you going to the sword hall?" Yan Sui took two steps forward with a calm expression, and tipped his umbrella towards him, "It's raining today, and the bridge is slippery, let's go, be careful on the way."

Jiang Xu stepped back subconsciously, shook his head decisively, and refused: "I can go there by myself, so I don't bother senior brother."

After he finished speaking, he quickly looked away, not wanting to hear what Yan Sui had to say, and ran into the rain on his own, his steps hastily splashed crystal water droplets, and the ending sound was scattered in the wind, but it was only a few One sentence: "Farewell, brother!"

Yan Sui didn't know when he stopped laughing, the cyan umbrella covered most of his expression, only a little bit of smooth jaw, and tight, somewhat whitish thin lips, the hand holding the umbrella handle had distinct knuckles, fingers Slender, with beautiful hands that hold a sword and a pen.

"Xu Xu."

He called out for no reason, staring at the empty iron lock bridge in the haze of mist and rain, his eyes darkened, but he didn't say anything further.

Only the sound of the bell echoed faintly.

old age

Tired, hungry, to encourage (vomit soul)