【Qiu Cai】Huaizhu Mussel

This should have been a clichéd story.

The young man in brocade clothes fluttered as he rode on horseback, while the knight-errant in civilian clothes flung his sword and shivered, full of vigor.The two met and got acquainted at the best time, got to know each other and stayed with each other, overcome difficulties together, lived and died together, and after ten or a hundred years, a good story will be achieved, half an interesting talk, but it is also a romantic affair.

Unfortunately, this is not a clichéd story.

Xiao Shuhan seldom fell asleep at this time, and rarely slept so peacefully.

He often sits here and realizes that the sea of ​​clouds is misty and empty, the clouds are rising again, the mountains are overlapping, the mist floats heavily and lifts the morning dew on the golden top, the sun shines everywhere, and the clouds condense into light water on his white eyelashes. beads.

Today, there is some light rain, and the clouds and fog are heavier, as if they are about to diffuse into the room and envelop the place.

He just wanted to close his eyes, his two good apprentices went down the mountain, the little thing touched his golden roof, and went to sit beside him as before.

He ignored him, and the little thing nestled beside him, clutching the corner of his clothes, and began to yawn.

This is probably some kind of instinct, Xiao Shuhan frowned, and saw a small shadow from him. The child he picked up from the back mountain, like him, once held his hand and lay on the corner of his robe. Good night's sleep.

They have their own blessings, the way is natural, and they follow the sky.Xiao Shuhan silently glanced at the child, shook out a blanket from the side to cover him, and then continued to look at the tumbling sea of ​​clouds.

That's when he fell asleep.

He felt that he was not dreaming, it was too real, just like a fragmented memory.He had already reached the state of being too forgetful of feelings, forgetting feelings and being righteous, forgetting feelings when he is in love, not being moved by emotions, not disturbed by emotions, and those idle fragments disappeared along these lines.

But there is a clear and vivid shadow there, always with brilliance, making the hazy surroundings seem like a dream.

That was Chu Yifeng, he looked at the shadow and said silently.

There were no waves in his heart anymore, but the shadow still looked like this and never faded away.

This should have been a clichéd story.

Relying on a sword, the young knight roamed the rivers and lakes, and in a black shop, he met a young Taoist leader who had just left the mountain.The two hit it off right away, drinking in the same jar, and looking up at the stars on the same roof, talking about the world, so young.

Unfortunately not.

Xiaodaochang is a Kunze.

No matter what caused Qianyuan Kunze, it can't end well. Brothers are not brothers, sisters are not sisters, enemies are hard to be enemies, and friends are hard to be friends.The young knight didn't know this, he didn't smell the fragrance until his best friend was taking a bath in the room when the two were swimming hand in hand.

Flowers are not flowers, fog is not fog, it comes in the middle of the night, it is like a hazy spring dream, the surrounding light is dim and ambiguous, he can't guess where the fragrance comes from, but his mind has long been muddled, leading his legs to go go there.

He pushed open the door and saw a section of snow-white back, with the neck arched between the winding black hair, revealing a few slightly protruding joints under the flesh.

He walked in by chance, surrounded by warm red, only his neck was dazzlingly white, as if it had never been exposed to light under his clothes, shining like flawless white jade, slightly bent, like a vague invitation, compared to The clouds and rain in Wushan in those erotic pictures he had glanced at made people's blood pumping.

He reached out and touched the skin.

He pressed his fingertips on it, and gently rubbed it inch by inch. The man was startled, and turned his head abruptly, and the fire-like heat from his mouth and nose sprayed all over his chest. forward.

The breath was hotter than he had imagined, and the remaining moisture on his hands was about to be evaporated. The man's eyes were dimly covered with a dream, ethereal but real, hot in the air between them It burned into a huge fireball on the wilderness, rolling in, burning him into chaos, throwing away his armor and armor.

"Legacy..."

The man said that there was a half-knotted tongue in his mouth, and when he opened his teeth, he could see a little moist red.

He knew what it meant, he stroked those two thin lips with his fingers, and the other party sucked his fingertips in in confusion, he could touch those soft lips and white teeth.

A more intense fragrance spread like an explosion, and he was blown away, so he pulled out his hand and kissed it.

Why is this person so sweet? Such an idea popped into his mind for no reason.

He is not uninformed, nor is he kissing someone for the first time, but this is definitely the best kiss in his ten or twenty years of age.Both of them seemed to be sucked into an unknown vortex, floating up and down, only knowing to absorb the life-saving breath from the other's mouth.

After a kiss, he pushed him away.

He apologized flusteredly, saying that I didn't know you were Kun Ze, and I have offended you so much today, please don't mind.He looked at the man standing in the tub without saying a word, and added thoughtfully, would he keep watch for him tonight.

Kun Ze's aura is breathtaking, not to mention that the Taoist leader is so fragrant, it always makes people fearful, he feels that he has done nothing wrong.

The Taoist leader was silent for a moment, and rejected his offer.

This is like a romantic past, Xiao Shuhan sometimes laughs at himself when he recalls this period.He no longer remembers what he thought and did at that time. Duanyi San is really a good medicine, and Mr. Zhang is also a good method. The scar on the back of his neck has scabbed and fell off. Only Chu Yifeng is still sitting upright. In that memory.

It was originally a blind medicine for Kun Ze who was locked up and abandoned, and the method was also a method to make people break up from now on.He has never had a friend, and he doesn't know how to save a friend. He just chose the simplest method in his most frivolous years, which is a rare deviant in his life.

If he doesn't want to be friends with Kunze, then he won't be Kunze.

When I saw the young knight-errant again, he was able to absorb all his breath. The man patted him on the shoulder and laughed loudly, saying, "If you were Kun Ze, I wouldn't dare to touch you anymore. Your smell scared me half to death." .

He nodded, with a faint joy in his heart.

They get along just like before, sleeping and sitting on the same bed, they are like real brothers to each other, even closer than brothers.

Then one day, the knight suddenly told him why he didn't laugh anymore.

The Taoist leader didn't know how to answer, he touched his cheek, trying to find a feeling in his heart that made him laugh out loud in the past, but there was still no wave in his heart, and the stones he threw didn't even make a half circle of ripples.

He felt that his once turbulent emotions were fading, he felt as if he didn't laugh anymore, he wanted to panic, but he couldn't find the feeling of panic at all.

Nothing can make him cry, laugh, curse, or rejoice anymore, and he becomes a layer of snow that never melts on the top of a mountain, not dead but not alive, without a trace of life for millions of years Variety.

But the knight is still a little different, the Taoist priest thought, when he looked at him, something seemed to be coming out of his heart, like a spring bamboo shoot that was about to push open the frozen ground, just asking for that glimmer of hope, he could return him the whole Spring Mountain.

One day, it was cloudy and rainy, and the sky was dark. The knight came to the door and said that he was leaving.

The Taoist priest asked him when he would leave and when he would return, and the knight smiled wryly and asked why he asked, because you probably don't want to see me again.

The Taoist priest was silent, and he suddenly remembered that night many years ago, the scorching temperature of the fingertips on the back of his neck, and that bitter kiss that smelled of alcohol.He thought he had forgotten it long ago, but now that he thinks about it, it has probably been engraved into his bone marrow, and maybe he will never forget it in his life.

Are you affectionate?the priest asked.

Yes, the knight answered him firmly.

Then let's go, the Taoist said, go fast, don't be stopped.

The knight left like this, and the Taoist leader didn't think there was anything wrong. He is a heartless person, why can't he give way to a lover?

He doesn't remember why he became a ruthless person. He is probably not the only one in the world who forgets love for the sake of love. He doesn't feel wronged or embarrassed.He still looked calm on the outside, as if something imprisoned him, he would like to believe that it was the Dao, but he knew it was not.

So he was not annoyed when he heard about them, and he was no longer angry when he heard anything.He went to retreat for three months. It was like waking up from a big dream. Time flew by like 40 to [-] years. On the day he left the retreat, his hair was white, and he received the news that his old friend had passed away.

He felt that it was a pity that he probably only had one friend.

He sometimes thinks of him when he realizes the Tao, sometimes he thinks of him when he is watching the sea of ​​clouds, and sometimes he thinks of him when he is on the top of Wudang Peak. He listened attentively, as if an old friend was whispering to him.

Xiao Shuhan woke up at this moment.

There was a pattering sound outside the window, and he stared at the mountains, the rain continued, and it was blown profusely all over the sky.

It seems that an old friend comes with the wind, and when the darkness is wrapped up, he should be relieved.

He was relieved now, Xiao Shuhan pressed the bridge of his nose. "How long have you been waiting?" he asked.

"Master," Cai Jucheng stood not far from him, "I just came here."

"Yeah." Xiao Shuhan felt a little tired, the little thing heard his father's voice, and burrowed into Xiao Shuhan's arms instead, Cai Jucheng glared at him, he stuck out his tongue and made a grimace, wanting to kill Cai Jucheng on the spot.

"He doesn't want to leave, so you can tell him to stay." Xiao Shuhan said.

Cai Jucheng himself thought the same way, he had enough milk for a long time ago, although he was in charge of the birth, but Qiu Juxin couldn't sit still with him on weekdays, now that the master is willing to take care of him, he is of course happy to have a leisurely time. Leaving without saying anything, leaving that little thing with its mouth open, it seemed that he didn't expect his father to abandon him so simply.

Xiao Shuhan was a little teased seeing him like that, he hugged the little thing in his arms, patted his back lightly, listened to his babbling, and called "Master Zu" vaguely.

The Dao is ruthless, but when there is love, it is cut off, and when it is lost, it is forgotten.The old man has not returned, and the word love, naturally has not returned.

"Don't eat my hair."

Xiao Shuhan said.

END