Shen Qingxuan also thought carefully in his mind, since this snake could bring him back to the world when he was dying, it would not be too difficult for him to walk, jump and speak loudly like an ordinary person.
It's just that it's hard to say.
To put it bluntly, he, Shen Qingxuan, poured a cup of hot tea on him for no reason, even though he walked around the edge of life and death, he finally came back to life. Although the price of surviving is to protect the snake through the catastrophe - who made him prosperous and rich. It was not that Shen Qingxuan didn't believe the other party's words, but it was hard to believe them all.
As of now, the deal of one person, one snake is still fair.
He poured a cup of hot tea on it, and it took a bite of him, which was justified; it spared his life, and he protected it from calamity, which was a fair deal.
It was just a joke to ask for a gift in return. But I have to admit that I have some greedy thoughts, wanting to ask for more from this snake.
It is human nature to think of oneself first. After all, Shen Qingxuan is a scholar, when writing the words and sentences, although it is difficult to suppress expectations, he is also really ashamed.
Unexpectedly, this demon was so straightforward, he agreed to what he wanted without waiting for him to say it.
Shen Qingxuan lowered his head and did not move for a long time.
In black and white in front of him, the ink is still wet.
Only Shen Qingxuan's breathing was heard in the air flowing in the room, nothing else.
Shen Qingxuan was speechless, he didn't even dare to take another look at the black and white words on the case, he just lowered his head, his face turned blue, white and red.
Although he is twenty-seven, due to his ill-fated fate, he has more thoughts and insights than ordinary people, but how can he compare with the old demon snake who has cultivated for nearly a thousand years.
Yi Mo, the snake demon, disappeared from the beginning to the end. This time, he didn't even make a sound when meeting him. He insisted on talking with him, and he was very insightful.
Shen Qingxuan is just a small seed that has just sprouted, but he has already covered the sky and the sun.
The tea has already cooled down.
Shen Qingxuan finally raised his head, stared at the void in front of him and was silent for a long time, then slowly took up his pen and wrote next to the correct handwriting: Thank you.
He can only write these two words at the moment, no amount of words can express his mood clearly, one more word is a burden.
Later, the Langhao pen manipulated by others spontaneously entered the brush wash. Shen Qingxuan watched intently, knowing that this conversation was over and Yi Mo was leaving.
Sure enough, in the blink of an eye, the cool breath in the room gradually faded away.
Shen Qingxuan sat alone for a while, then stretched out his hands to pick up the scattered papers on the table, arranged them neatly one by one according to the order of their conversation, and combed them carefully before placing them on his lap. The paper was carefully packed into the wooden box.
The apricot blossoms in the courtyard are finished and then withered.
The peach blossoms popped out one by one, and within two days, when the sun shines, they can't wait to bloom.
Shen Qingxuan sat back in the sunlight, asked someone to push him, and smiled under the peach blossom tree.
The thick and heavy cloak on his body has been put away by someone, and he only wears a cloak, the cotton jacket has also been taken off, and he is wearing a crescent-colored robe.
The servants were still nervously patrolling the garden, not letting go of every corner, for fear that another snake would appear somewhere and make them terrified.
Shen Qingxuan didn't pay much attention to these, just looked up at the gorgeous peach blossoms on the branches. Occasionally, when the breeze blows, those thin petals fall sparsely and sprinkle on his face, making his smile deeper.
After the peach blossoms had finished blooming, the roses crawling all over the fence were scrambling to produce their bones again, as if deeply afraid of failing this spring, Shen Qingxuan still asked someone to push a wooden wheelchair to sit beside Rose.
His request made the little boy scream in alarm: "Master, this is impossible, impossible!"
The flowers were growing up the fence, and the leaves were densely packed, like an airtight green wall, and God knows what the hell might be hidden inside.
But he was just a servant, he couldn't help his master, seeing that dissuasion was ineffective, he quickly took some realgar powder and sprinkled it around Shen Qingxuan to repel insects and snakes, Shen Qingxuan had no choice but to let him mix the fragrance of flowers with the smell of realgar , got it bad.
Shen Qingxuan's life was slowly passing away in this changing flowering period.
Perhaps it was because of the spells Yi Mo did to clean up the snake venom for him before, his health was better than before, and he was no longer prone to colds and runny noses.
It's just that he is still weak, and he is mentally exhausted after staying in the hospital for a long time.
The servant who served him since he was a child has developed a pair of sharp eyes, whenever Shen Qingxuan looked a little tired, he would push him back to the house and serve him tea.
After a while, Yi Mo will appear once in a while.
Still hiding his body, without saying a word, he wrote a pen and chatted with him on paper.
Occasionally Shen Qingxuan would prepare a table of food and wine and place it in the room. Whenever he showed an invitation at this time, Yi Mo would come as promised.
Although there was no early agreement, there was never a mistake.
It's just that Shen Qingxuan has never seen his face, so he still doesn't know what this taciturn and indifferent snake demon looks like.
Sometimes there will be no malicious guesses, whether the face is ugly, so he refuses to show his appearance.
Every time this idea just popped up, he was stifled by himself. Yi Mo is a snake and a demon. Even if you are extremely ugly, you can easily turn into a good appearance.
After taking a bath that night, Shen Qingxuan spread out the pens and paper, sat at the table and waited.
As time passed, he also figured out some rules of Yi Mo, he went to the hot spring on the top of the mountain every half a month, when he came down from the hot spring, and passed through the other courtyard, Yi Mo would stop by and sit for a while—although Shen Qingxuan never knew, Did he sit and exchange pen and ink with him
Everything is his guess.
Tonight is another day for the snake demon to go to the hot spring, and Shen Qingxuan is waiting.
While waiting, Shen Qingxuan picked up books to read. Recently, everyone in the villa knew that his young master had a sudden change in temperament, and his preferences changed drastically. He abandoned those ancient books and looked for some evil books to read. What mountain village night talks, strange talks, random talks, etc., are full of stories about fox fairies, flower ghosts, snakes, insects, tigers and wolves turning into human beings, and even those mysterious and mysterious legends circulated in the market, I also found them together and read them every day.
It's confusing.
Although Shen Qingxuan didn't take the stories in those books seriously, he felt that the writing in the market was vulgar but interesting, so he just read it all the way.
When Yi Mo arrived, Shen Qingxuan was covering his face with a book and laughing silently. What he was laughing at was a doggerel in that book, which was written vulgarly and made people laugh.
Smelling the familiar scent, Shen Qingxuan just put down the book and said with a pen: You are here.
Next to the three words, a word quickly fell: yes.
Shen Qingxuan wrote again: I read some books in a mess recently.
Yimo wrote: I know.
Shen Qingxuan thought for a while and wrote: The things described in that book are true or false.
Yi Mo replied: Half true, half false.
Shen Qingxuan was taken aback, and quickly wrote: Sure enough.
Suddenly smiled slightly, Shen Qingxuan continued to write teasingly: There are good and evil in the book, I don't know Mr. Yi, is it good or evil
After he finished writing, he felt abrupt. Although the two gradually became acquainted, it was only superficial. He had never even met this snake demon since they met, and he never asked about the rest of his deeds due to unfamiliarity.
When the two get along, although handwriting exchanges are quite frequent, they are also full of superficial conversations.
Shen Qingxuan felt uneasy, knowing that the question was too abrupt and too much, if Yi Mo turned his face and left, he would have nothing to say.
The snake demon saved him and promised him a promise. He actually asked people, are you good or evil
So confused!
When Shen Qingxuan thought that he might disappear, he couldn't tell what it was like for a moment.
In this lonely mountain in the middle of the night, the bright hut, the atmosphere of rustling paper and the fragrance of ink lingering, the conversation between cups and cups intertwined silently, with shallow handwriting, or because of one of his absurd questions, disappeared in smoke.
Unexpectedly.
Shen Qingxuan froze there, staring at the front where there was no one, without moving.
It seemed to be a long time, but it was actually a very short time, but seeing the ink pen hanging in the air again, it slowly wrote next to his clear and meaningful small letters: What is the basis for distinguishing between good and evil. After a short pause, another small question mark was clicked.
Shen Qingxuan's colorless face instantly returned to color, and he was glad that he didn't annoy him.
Just looking at the ink stain, his brows were quickly frowned. He called the eight words that were an understatement, and he was speechless when he asked.
After thinking for a moment, Shen Qingxuan wrote: I don't know, how do you tell the difference
The nib of the pen hesitated for a moment, then slowly fell down again, this time there were only six words, writing: Treat me well, that is kindness.
Shen Qingxuan looked at those six words, unable to regain his composure for a long time.
After a long silence, Shen Qingxuan took up the pen and wrote:
What if you treat me badly, bully me, and harm me first, and then turn your mind back, pity me, and love me, so what will happen.
Yi Mo quickly added next to his handwriting:
Bully her, hurt her, pity her, love her.
Shen Qingxuan bit his lips, and wrote the words "Ji Zi must be repaid" next to the line, raised his eyebrows and looked at the blank space beside him with a half-smile.
This time the conversation with pen and paper took longer than before, Shen Qingxuan was in low spirits, but he was reluctant to let go, and he held on until midnight before putting away the pen and paper, falling into a dream with his head on the pillow, and only woke up at noon the next day .
After drinking some ginseng soup and recovering his energy, he returned to being the young master Shen who wasted his time in the sun. Looking quietly at the fiery red pomegranate flowers not far away, but imagining in his heart uneasy, at this time of the coming year, he and this "kind" snake demon who has been kind to him, under the red and bright pomegranate flowers , talk about wine.
Just one more year.
There is still one year before Yi Mo's catastrophe.
—Being kind to me is good.
How simple.
Shen Qingxuan rolled up the corners of his lips, revealing a smile that was pure and warm like a spring breeze.