Hanyi was begged for marriage, and the object was Zhongyuan. It didn't take a while for the calendar gods in the entire calendar to know about it.
Of course, except for Han Yi-kun himself.
The union between the Lishen has always existed since ancient times. In the past, if the Lishen who had a relationship with each other had plans to get married, they would usually go to the New Year's Eve to ask for instructions, and then look for the Lantern Festival, which is in charge of the love between men and women, to match each other's marriage.
It's just that this incredible situation is now, no matter how you look at it, it is Zhongyuan's unilateral self-assertion and completely unashamed behavior of not asking him, but thinking of this, Hanyi, who was standing directly outside the Zhongyuan Festival calendar with two knives, turned pale. It just got more ugly.
"Oh, Hanyi, are you looking for Zhongyuan? I heard that you are getting married. I am so envious. Are you planning to do things for the National Day or the Mid-Autumn Festival? You have to find a good day. It's the first time you get married."
July 16, who lived next door to the Chinese New Year Festival, sat on the doorstep of his house and greeted Hanyi with great enthusiasm. Hanyi gave him a terrifying look through the gray yarn on his face, but he didn't care that July 16 was scared. With a jump, he kicked open the door of the Zhongyuan family mansion viciously and walked in quickly.
And after he split open the yellow and white paper money lanterns that could be seen everywhere in Zhongyuan's house, the grumpy Hanyi simply vented all the bad emotions that were ridiculed along the way.
"Zhongyuan! Get out of here! Get out!"
While scolding, his fingers were trembling, and his whole body was shivering with cold air. He only felt that Zhongyuan was humiliating himself in this way. He was only slightly anxious and waited for a few seconds. The room where the lights were out was dimly lit. There was a light, and the light was eerie, just like Zhongyuan's character, but it was a little gloomy and terrifying, and then Zhongyuan, who was only wearing a thin black shirt on his shoulders, rarely didn't wear the iron on his face. The shell mask just came out.
Yu Lan Festival survived the turmoil of the family and the country. Although the original Buddha's heart is still firm, the heavy wounds on his body are difficult to disappear. The scars on his face are the sufferings of the people of China's homeland, and it is difficult for him to disappear. .
In the past, Zhongyuan was always reluctant to show his true face in front of others. Others thought he was arrogant and arrogant. In fact, it was not because he did not want others to see his pain too much, but facing him now means a lot to him. For the first time, Zhongyuan showed all his wounds one by one, which made Hanyi Festival, who had come to trouble him on purpose, stunned.
"The Buddha's Heart Sword has been given to you, what are you doing with it again?"
The thin and cold voice was quite irritating for granted. Han Yijie took a cold step forward and glanced at the scar on his face unconsciously. After forcing himself not to look at him, he pretended not to mention it. This embarrassing and absurd marriage contract slowly opened his mouth and said,
"I don't want anything that belongs to you."
"You don't want my knife?"
"right."
"What about my heart, do you want Hanyi-kun?"
"...What are you talking nonsense again?"
His face was flushed by his sudden remarks, and the cheeks covered by the gray veil in the cold clothes showed a strange warmth. He didn't dare to guess the real purpose of Zhongyuan, and because of his unkind love, he could be easily influenced. Emotionally annoyed.
But he walked up to him with a paper money lantern. Zhongyuan, who was wearing a black robe, didn't even look at Hanyi and immediately raised it to point at the tip of his knife. thoughtfully said,
"Without last night, maybe I will never understand in my whole life, you are my former defeat, but also my opponent along the way, love and hate parting, I don't care about other things, but only move to you If you think about it, if I give you the Buddha Heart Jie Dao, I will give you my true heart, whether you want it or not, Zhongyuan's true heart is here, and the world can learn from it."
On weekdays, Zhongyuan, who is cold and clear, speaks love words that are more beautiful than the songs sung by the Fairy of the Moon Palace when the moon is full in the Mid-Autumn Festival. Hanyi Festival no longer wants to continue talking with this nonsense lunatic. I just want to get out of here quickly and never again. Don't meet him.
However, he grabbed him with his icy palms, and Zhongyuanjie, who had a complicated expression, glared at him fiercely, and after a long while, he lowered his brows and said lightly to him,
"You pretended not to remember what happened last night, but I remembered that although the poison of beguiling ghosts is ferocious, it is not enough to make people forget all about it. Besides, you and I both understand that the poison of love is ineffective for us, you It's so easy to be tricked, because you already have me in your heart, so because of that poison, you are fascinated by the mind, and you just want to seek pleasure on my body..."
"Shut up for me!"
Forced to think of those absurd scenes last night with Zhongyuan, Han Yi, who had not been able to relieve the love and hatred in his heart for thousands of years, felt a chill in his heart, but in the end, he was shaking his hands and didn't speak, which was a tacit acceptance of all this.
He unconsciously recalled the memories of being poisoned by ghosts that he had deliberately forgotten, and what appeared in front of his eyes and ears at the moment was such an unstoppable obscenity.
"Yu Lan... ah... well... I want... I want... please... I want..."
In his mind, the picture of himself straying on the man in black to seek pleasure and being unbearably pressed under him, licking and kissing, was very clear. What could be the reason for his weakness.
And if Zhongyuan hadn't stopped in time at the last moment and completely stunned him, there would have been an indescribable affair between them.
Thinking like this, he stared at the scarred face but exhausted the opponent that he had never defeated in his life. Han Yi, who had been flooded with all the suppressed thoughts in the past, only lowered his head and blushed for a while, for a long, long time. Just as if he had woken up from a long memory, he said softly, slightly self-deprecating,
"Yes, my heart is a legacy of sentient beings, but it's not mine, it's from the Ghost Head Festival. He was young and ignorant, so he was confused by the charm of Yu Lan Festival, and secretly hides beside your calendar every day. He didn't want to leave when he saw you chanting the scriptures, but Yu Lan Festival was so honorable, how could he look down on a small person like him? Even if Guitou Festival wanted to appear in front of you as an opponent, it was destined to be a matchless one. A humiliation...because he doesn't deserve it."
"He deserves it."
A sudden statement interrupted Han Yi's painful voice, and Zhong Yuan, who finally forced him to tell the truth today, felt a little sour in his heart, but he still tried his best to maintain a calm face. He would be shaken by him. Holding his hand in his hand, he first lifted the gray veil on his face to look at him, and then said in his most sincere and softest voice,
"I used to be stupid, and I always hurt you when I didn't understand anything. It was you who persisted like a Buddha and wished you could influence me with eighty-four thousand teachings, so that I can live to this day. I am now full of scars and ugly. , you were willing to save me in the past, but now you still have me when your heart is cold, and now I just ask the donor, would you like me to remove this gray gauze for you, and then cover it with red gauze?"
The things that Guitou had begged for all his life were delivered to Hanyi's hands, not too soon or too late. He didn't want to answer Zhongyuan, but his stiff and cold heart couldn't help but feel a little bitter, but when his blurred vision fell on himself After holding the goose ling knife in the palm of his hand, he lost his senses for no reason. After a while, he raised his head and said to Zhongyuan unnaturally with red eyes.
"Take your knife back."
"… "
Hearing his answer, Zhongyuan's expression suddenly became empty. He grabbed Hanyi's hand and wanted to say something to save him, even if he told him that he was sincere this time, but Hanyi only had a cold face. Throwing his hand away, he threw his quaint Buddha-heart ring knife to him, and then gave him a slightly arrogant and vicious look with red eyes.
"Whether it's good or bad, it doesn't depend on your mood. I'll listen to my sword. Pick up your sword, Zhongyuan, if you win again this time, whether it's a marriage ceremony or a sea of swords, I am the The defeated generals will listen to you, how?"
"...Really?"
He picked up his Buddha Heart Jie Knife with a blank face. There were some uncontrollable nostalgia and laughter in Zhongyuan's dark eyes, but he also had sincere joy and expectation. Seeing his arrogant and arrogant appearance, he suddenly felt a sense of regret. Some teeth are itchy and want to ignore his cold clothes and just point the goose ling knife between his eyebrows and laugh wickedly.
"It's just that you became my defeated general, and I also have to let you taste the taste of being played at random last night. What does Jun Zhongyuan think?"
…
On this day, no one else knows the outcome of Zhongyuan-jun and Hanyi-jun.
All I know is that Jun Hanyi didn't come out of Zhongyuanjun's mansion until the next day with a bad face. Not only did he change into a brand new black robe, but he also kicked the door of Zhongyuanjun's house before leaving.
On July 16, who lived next door to Jun Zhongyuan's house, he enthusiastically shared this gossip to every melon eater who asked him for news about the pair of gods.
And when the next National Day finally comes, the second day of October, who lives next door to Hanyijie's house, not only did not welcome the good news of Hanyijie, the disturbing guy who moved away because of his marriage, but looked at him with a stern face and looked very cold on weekdays The Zhongyuan Festival took the initiative to move to the Hanyi Festival home, and has never left since then.
"Master Li, I think I'm on the verge of neurasthenia. The two of them stay at home every day dancing with knives and guns in the middle of the night. Can I call the police?"
After countless protests were invalid, one day on the second day of the first month of October, when he came out to work, he saw Xiao Nanzhu and deliberately reflected on this terrible problem. Hearing what he said, he folded the calendar paper in his hand and put it in his pocket. Xiao Nanzhu first smiled, and then he touched his chin with a serious face and said casually,
"Next time they quarrel again in the middle of the night, you can knock on their door and call their names in the middle of the night when they finally stop quarreling, and don't call anything else, just call Zhu Hanyi-jun and Zhongyuan Festival for a hundred years. , give birth to a precious son early, hold two in three years..."
-"what do you think?"
—the end—