something edible.
only…
Xue Xian glanced at it briefly: Yes, it's all fruit.
At first glance, this birdie found it according to his own taste. But no matter what, it's also a stomach-filling one. In order to persuade Xuan Min to not care whether he was hungry or not, Xue Xian took care of his body first, and didn't dislike it so much.
He sneered, and flicked his finger on the forehead of that birdie, "I haven't raised you in vain these days."
After speaking, he stretched out his long and slender index finger to pick and choose among the fruit piles, picked a brightly colored crisp persimmon, tossed it up and down in his hand, and Chong Xuanmin raised his chin: "I'll eat it first. , you take care of it first, you have to do the things in this mountain yourself, I'm too lazy, so I'll go to the restaurant in the city to have a good meal at dawn."
In the end, Xuan Min still sat up beside the bed according to the words.
This copper coin has been used by him for a whole life, and Xue Xian has injected spiritual energy into it. This kind of damage that completely destroys the foundation and even kills it, it only takes one night.
All night, all kinds of small movements accompany Xuan Min's ears.
Sometimes it was Xue Xian's crisp "click" sound when he was eating those crispy fruits, and sometimes he could be heard standing up, his robes rustling from the edge of the chair, and light footsteps extended from this room, as if he had entered another room. , picked up some books in the wooden bookcase, and walked back gently.
He originally walked towards the desk by the window, but he changed direction halfway through, and turned around and sat on the bamboo bed.
When Xuan Min opened his eyes, what he saw was this scene—
Xue Xian sat beside him, leaning against the wall with his back against the wall, his long legs folded comfortably, his body was not so upright, slightly skewed, revealing a sense of idleness.
The sky outside was already bright, and the light from the sky filtered in from the window and shone on Xue Xian. And he raised his eyes lazily, his tone was a little dragged, his voice was so low that he seemed too lazy to work hard: "That's it? I haven't turned the book yet."
"Yeah." Xuan Min responded.
"It took a whole night of energy, are you hungry?" Xue Xian muttered, "How can you be more hungry than me when you are an ordinary person?"
"This crunchy persimmon tastes pretty good. It's quite sweet. Would you like to try it?" Well, there's a bug eye on top.
So there is only one crunchy persimmon left to eat. Xue Xian was rather shameless when he said this, as if he didn't eat the persimmon, but reserved it for Xuan Min.
He pointed away the fruit with worm eyes, picked up the persimmon that was in good condition, and when he looked up, he found that Xuan Min was always looking at him.
"Look at me? Your face is stained with fruit juice?" Xue Xian put the persimmon into Xuan Min's hand, and touched his face blankly.
He acted with ease from start to finish, as if they had been through countless mornings like this.
Xuan Min suddenly felt that the reason why he liked to live in this bamboo building far away from the hustle and bustle seemed to be for such a peaceful and leisurely scene.
Ten years, a hundred years, or even a thousand years, I'm afraid I won't get tired of it.
Perhaps it was because he had lived a new life since last night, and this life was destined to be tied to Xue Xian from the beginning to the end. Maybe he experienced the real separation between life and death, and his mood changed a little bit, and some emotions were no longer so pressing...
Xuan Min looked at Xue Xian calmly for a while, then stretched out his hand to squeeze Xue Xian's wrist, took his hand that was groping around his face away, and wiped off the little wild juice mark on his chin with his thumb.
Xue Xian felt his thumb rubbing against his chin twice, then stopped for a while.
The position of the skin that was in contact was rather ambiguous, so much so that Xue Xian's mind moved, and he let him squeeze his chin, squinting his eyes and dragging his tone: "If it wasn't for my illusion, you seemed to be carrying me on your back on that black rock beach that day. did something bad—"
Xuan Min raised his eyes and looked into his eyes, his voice was gentle and low: "What's the matter?"
Xue Xian put the book aside, grabbed Xuan Min's wrist, took advantage of the strength to sit up straight, then leaned his head and kissed Xuan Min's lips, then slumped back down, leaning against the wall and picked up the book again , raised his eyebrows and said, "It's okay, it's even."
As he said that, his folded long legs were shaking, as if his actions just now were extremely natural.
Xuan Min lowered his eyes for a while and then suddenly said, "No."
Xue Xian's dangling legs stopped: "Huh? What's wrong?"
"You forgot to cover your eyes..." Xuan Min's voice was deep.
Before Xue Xian could react, he raised his hand and covered it, pressing down lightly.