After Jiang Li finished speaking, Xuan Qing's expression was obviously dumbfounded.
He guessed that Jiang's father and son were talking about marriage, but he never thought that it was his and Jiang Li's marriage. By the time he realized it, he had already pulled Jiang Li into the house.
There was a muffled sound at the door, Xuan Qing hugged Jiang Nuomi with one hand, and pressed Jiang Li against the door with the other. In the dim light of the room, she looked at him and said in a low voice, "...you really mean what you said just now?"
As soon as the words came out, he realized that his voice was a little hoarse.
Jiang Li was just teasing him as a joke, but he didn't expect his reaction to be so strong. Seeing him staring at his eyes tightly, the corners of his eyes seemed to be a little red, as if caused by too much excitement, he couldn't help but feel a sigh of relief. Soft, I thought, even if it is fake, I will make it real.
So, he looked at Xuan Qing with a smile, and said, "What did I lie to you for? I..."
Before he finished speaking, he was suddenly hugged into a cool embrace. The excessive strength of the arms around his shoulders made him slightly stunned. After feeling the heartbeat from the other party's heart, he slowly raised his hands , hugging his back.
The too close distance between the two woke up Jiang Nuomi who was sleeping on Xuanqing's arms, the little guy got out of their arms with ease, ran to Xuanqing's bed a few times, and found something on his quilt. a comfortable position and continue to sleep.
The long-lost hug made Jiang Li and Xuan Qing's hearts tremble. Although they have experienced more intimate behaviors than hugging, Xuan Qing felt that at this moment, he really felt the reality of stepping on the ground.
The two of them maintained this posture and hugged each other for a long time, so long that both arms felt a little sore.
Xuan Qing was half a head taller than Jiang Li, and Jiang Li buried his face in the hollow of his shoulder, and said in a muffled voice, "Little master, how long do we have to hug? My hands are so sore!"
When Xuan Qing hugged Jiang Li, the feeling of fullness in his heart, as if he was hugging his lost and recovered treasure, made him just want to hug him tightly and not let go. Hearing Jiang Li's words, he reluctantly let go, looked down at him, and said softly: "I will tell Master about our affairs, and I will never let you down."
There was firmness in his voice that couldn't be ignored, Jiang Li naturally believed him, met his firm gaze, and said with a smile: "I believe in you."
At this time, there was also a faint smile on the corner of Xuan Qing's lips. Usually he is cold and reticent, not easy to get close to, but now with a light smile on his lips, those cold breaths are like snow that has been melted by the warm sun , the whole person becomes clear and gentle.
If Kong Yu was here, he would definitely be frightened by the gentleness in his eyebrows. He has known Xuan Qing for many years, but he has never seen Xuan Qing showing such an appearance.
"Then when I meet your father tomorrow, how should I address him?" Xuan Qing suddenly asked suspiciously.
"Um?"
Xuan Qing's face turned suspiciously red in the darkness, he tilted his head and coughed lightly, and said, "Since we want to get married, I will naturally treat him as a father."
Jiang Li was stunned for two seconds before he realized what he meant. Aside from being funny, he was also worried that when he got up early tomorrow morning and ran into his old father, he would startle his old father with a mouthful of "Dad", so he quickly said: "Just like usual All right."
Xuan Qing frowned: "Why?"
After getting acquainted with Jiang's father, he always called him uncle, no different from Lu Xianxian. This made him a little dissatisfied, obviously the relationship between himself and Jiang Li should be closer.
"Why?"
Jiang Li reached out and touched the top of his head, and said in a tone of "don't you have any idea?": "Why do you say?!"
"..." Xuan Qing was silent for a while, and told the truth, "It's a bit difficult."
Jiang Li has the "hair growth pill" presented by the system. Hearing these three words, he suppressed a smile and comforted him: "It is not a day's cold to freeze three feet, and it is not a day's work for a monk to grow hair. I understand, you don't have to worry." , and when it wants to grow, it will grow."
Xuan Qing: "..." No, I'm in a hurry.
"That's right." Jiang Li remembered something he was preparing before, "Before you said you could recite scriptures for my classmates, tomorrow?"
During the time when he returned to Qingshui Town, Jiang Li was busy all the time, and Xuan Qing also put this matter behind him. He only remembered it when he mentioned it, and nodded: "Yes."
It was already late at night, and Jiang Li was a little sleepy, so he yawned and said, "Okay, then I'll go back to sleep, and you should go to bed earlier." Then he turned to open the door to leave, and just put his hand on the door , Xuan Qing's hand stretched out from behind, and pressed the door panel.
"... My bed is easy to get on, do you want to stay?"
Xuan Qing's voice came from behind, and there was an imperceptible request in the invitation. Jiang Li guessed that his original sentence "my bed is not so easy to sleep" left a shadow on him, and he couldn't help laughing.
Such a little monk always makes people want to molested.
So he turned around, looked at Shang Xuanqing with slightly cramped eyes, and said with deep meaning: "Little master, respect yourself, we are not married yet, are you so impatient?"
There was only an oil lamp lit in the room, and the light was not strong, but Jiang Li could still see Xuan Qing's ear roots that suddenly changed from reddish to red.
The little monk took a step back abruptly, turned his head away from the charming smile on Jiang Li's lips, and explained: "I didn't mean it, I just... just want to stay with you for a while."
I want to be with you all the time, I want to watch you all the time, I always feel that I have missed a lot of time.
After all, Xuan Qing was a young monk who recited Buddha's name and grew up under the strict rules and regulations. Even though his feelings for Jiang Li were almost uncontrollable and about to burst out, he still kept in mind that the rules should not be broken before marriage. Will be angry.
The heat from the ears almost made him feel ashamed. His hands in the wide sleeves unnaturally rubbed his thumbs against his index fingers. He tilted his head and whispered to Jiang Li: "I'm sorry, I'm too..."
There was a sudden soft touch on his face, which made him stop his words abruptly, and turned his head suddenly, looking at Jiang Li in disbelief.
"Goodnight kiss." Jiang Li said with a smile, walked past him, and walked straight to his bed.
The surprise came too suddenly, Xuan Qing was in a daze for a while, until Jiang Li's voice came from behind, then she came back to her senses, turned around, and strode towards him.
Jiang Li had already taken off his shoes and got on the bed. He was sitting cross-legged on the bed, looked up at him, and said, "Go to bed, brother Xuanqing."
Xuan Qing only felt his heart beating wildly, as if a magpie was cheering inside, he bent his legs on the bed, bent down and kissed Jiang Li's lips, rubbed gently and carefully for a while, and then let go with satisfaction.
"Good night."
That night, the two did not do anything beyond the rules, they just hugged each other and slept.
The next day, after Jiang Li greeted Father Jiang, he went out with Xuan Qing, and the two went to the door to wait for the carriage, and set off in the direction of the suburbs.
After arriving at the place, Jiang Li let the carriage wait at the foot of the mountain, and he and Xuan Qing went up the mountain.
A few days ago, Jiang Li asked someone to build a stone tomb somewhere on the mountainside, to bury the original body's clothes, which can be regarded as a clothes tomb for the original body.
In this way, it can be regarded as falling leaves returning to their roots.
When he arrived at the place, when he saw the words "Jiang Li's Tomb" on the tombstone, Xuan Qing suddenly stopped, and subconsciously looked at Jiang Li with doubts in his eyes.
Jiang Li never mentioned the name of his classmate who died at the hands of the bandits. Xuan Qing only remembered that he said that the other party was from his hometown, but he never thought that he had the same name.
There are countless people with the same name in the world, which is not surprising, but looking at Jiang Li's back, Xuan Qing always felt that something was wrong.
Jiang Li was unaware of his gaze, and went forward with the sacrifice, to the tombstone. He lit incense and paper money, and said softly to the tombstone: "The place I specially chose for you, I hope you will be satisfied. I will take good care of my father. You can rest in peace."
This place has pleasant scenery and a wide view. Although it is far away from the town, due to its high location, some houses in the town can be vaguely seen, including Jiang's Restaurant. This position was specially chosen by Jiang Li. Although the original body has already left, besides taking care of Jiang's father, this is the only thing he can do for the original body.
After he finished speaking, the wind whimpered, as if the vanished soul was responding to him.
After Jiang Li worshiped, he stood aside, waiting quietly, while Xuan Qing sat cross-legged and began to recite the scriptures of the past.
After the last verse was finished, Xuan Qing opened her eyes, and just as she put down her hands, she heard Jiang Li next to her suddenly say: "If I say, I'm not from here, would you believe me?"
His words made Xuan Qing stand up for a moment, looked up at him, and found that his eyes stopped on the tombstone in front of him, his face couldn't tell what expression was on his face, there were sighs, helplessness, and a trace of indifference that could see through life and death in the world .
Xuan Qing didn't quite understand what he meant by "here", but he subconsciously felt that it should be related to the person on the tombstone.
Sure enough, in the next second, Jiang Li turned his head, looked at him and said, "I am Jiang Li, but I am not Jiang Li from Qingshui Town. In fact, when you rescued him, he had already left this world. It's just a soul from another world, attached to his body, and survived."
His words made Xuan Qing's pupils shrink, showing surprise.
His reaction made Jiang Li smile, but there was a bit of sadness in his smile, he looked at Xuan Qing word by word and asked, "Are you afraid of me?"
In addition to the rustling of the leaves in the wind, there are only a few birdsong occasionally.
The two sat and stood, and looked at each other for a while, but neither of them spoke.
Finally, Xuan Qing stood up from the ground, reached out and brushed back the hair that was blown on his face by the wind, instead of answering his question just now, he asked: "Then will you still go?"
After he finished speaking, without waiting for Jiang Li to answer, he said again: "If you still leave, then I will be afraid."
Fearing that the world is too big, I have searched all over the world, but I can't find you.
When the two came down from the mountain, perhaps influenced by Jiang Li's words just now, Xuan Qing held Jiang Li's wrist tightly all the way, fearing that if he let go even a little bit, he would disappear into a puff of smoke.
Regarding this, Jiang Li was a little dumbfounded: "Didn't you say you won't leave? You don't have to worry so much."
Xuan Qing remained silent, and his tightly clenched hands revealed his heart.
Jiang Li had no choice but to let him go.
After the relationship with Jiang Li was confirmed, Xuan Qing proposed to go back to Mount Jiaqing. He planned to tell his master about it and beg his forgiveness.
Jiang Li understood his thoughts and expressed his hope to go with him.
So, after Jiang Li handed over the matter in hand, the two of them and Kong Yu boarded the carriage to Mount Jiaqing.