Shen Jue followed behind Yi Mo, turning her head three times at a step, with concern or worry in her eyes, and finally disappeared into the sunlight. And Yi Mo didn't look back, perhaps because he was afraid that after looking back, he would be reluctant to leave again.
Liu Yan stood where she was, watching them go away, and they disappeared on this sunny day. The mountain wind lifted his long hair, raised it gently, and let it down again, from the warm and bright day to the sunset. He didn't move all the time, as if he had become an old and frozen stone statue waiting for his lover to return in the legend.
The days of June can change as they say. The mountain wind is getting stronger, and the treetops are swaying in the dark, "Hula-la-" It seems that thousands of leaves are playing their own voice, and with a thunderstorm, bright lightning flashes across the sky, just like daytime . Liu Yan blinked, looked up at the sky, huge and sparse raindrops slammed into his eyes, and then one drop after another, hitting the skin as crisply as a bean and making a "slap" ring. In an instant, it rained heavily.
For some reason, Liu Yan remembered that not long ago, he was still a fool, living in this courtyard with Yi Mo, because of the abundant rain in the mountains, when he was playing happily, Yi Mo would call him to stop playing, and immediately go back to the house . Naturally, he didn't agree, and he procrastinated for a long time, and it was Yi Mo who dragged him home every time.
Often before the door is closed, the pouring rain will pour down, slanting into the house, and wet his cheeks. At this time, Yi Mo would close the doors and windows tightly, pull him to wipe his face, face each other, wipe off the water droplets on his face, and sigh, saying: Don't you know how to hide from the rain
I don't know them, who is more crazy than the other. Obviously at that time, the fool wanted him to get closer, looking at his handsome face, so close and within reach, wiping the water droplets on his face, with a cautious expression, treating himself like a treasure.
Standing in the rain, Liu Yan remembered the past, and suddenly laughed, the water flowed down the corners of his curled lips, as the rain was heavy, his smile was so tender.
One life, one life, three lives, three lives, in the rain-washed memory, there is no disagreement.
In the rainstorm, Liu Yan's smile was clean and warm, as if all the suffering had never happened, and all the ups and downs had never been bloodied. As if possessing the most perfect happiness in the world, his smile has remained unchanged for three lifetimes. It seems that he can ignite the frozen ground, and also make the cold-hearted snake demon willingly go to any place for this.
Like the golden flowers blooming silently in the corner, as long as you notice it, you will never ignore it again. Then, it will become a golden sunshine in your life.
It’s time for a cup of tea under the heavy rain, the rain is gradually closing, and the tiny raindrops are dense, falling on the tiles, falling on the leaves, falling on the wet soil, falling on the eyelashes, making different sounds one by one. Crunchy, muffled, subtle, bright.
The sky and the earth were shrouded in the water vapor created by the torrential rain. The misty and fine water mist was like the white smoke rising from the hot spring that year and that month, blocking the distant mountains and near water, but not stopping a person or a demon.
Liu Yan lowered her eyes, turned back into the room, changed into a wet shirt, and went to the kitchen to prepare meals.
Behind the misty water smoke and the sound of fine rain, a huge black wolf was running, its hair brushing against the low grass blades and young trees, making a rustling sound, the sound was getting closer and closer until he Stopping, stopping in the thinning rain, Liu Yan went up to meet him, and saw that there seemed to be a ring of iron shackles around Hei Lang's neck, shining faintly in the darkness of night.
"Father, I'm back." As Shen Jue said, he turned into a human form and ran all the way. He hated that his legs were not enough, so he ran wildly in wolf form. The long snake held it in both hands and passed it over.
The rain was so heavy that he was completely drenched, but there was not a drop of water on the scales of the black snake in his hand.
In the extremely dim light, Liu Yan saw the blood hole on the side of his neck. The blood had already been washed away by the rain, and the wound was pale. Liu Yan held the black snake in her arms with one hand, stretched out the other hand, caressed Shen Jue's wound, and asked, "Does it hurt?"
"It doesn't hurt." Shen Jue said with a smile, "He really hates me now. He bit me several times along the way and wanted to run away. I had to let him sleep before bringing him back."
As she said that, Shen Jue stretched out her arms and rolled up her sleeves to show her father, showing a few blood holes on her arms with a bit of coquetry. Also glowing white, no more bleeding.
Liu Yan didn't ask any more about the details, and he probably could have guessed it without asking. After all, Yi Mo, who has lost his spirituality, no longer recognizes him. Beasts born in the jungle are born with an instinct to detect danger. Now, Yi Mo, who has lost his demon power and is only a wild snake, is also terrified of this powerful black wolf. This is the instinct of beasts, the weak fear the strong.
So even if Shen Jue didn't have any hostility, in the eyes of Yi Mo at this moment, he was still a dangerous enemy.
Liu Yan asked him to apply the medicine, and then went to the kitchen to add firewood to the stove. Shen Jue went back to the room and changed his clothes before rushing, pushing one person and one snake out of the kitchen, taking over by himself, beside Liu Yan's prepared meal, Added two more side dishes. This was brought into the room.
The hot meal was on the table. Both of them hadn't had a drop of water all day. They lowered their heads and were busy filling their stomachs with food. The black snake who had just finished a bowl of rice woke up from the drowsy black snake on the bed. observe them. Liu Yan didn't think too much, and immediately put down the bowl and chopsticks and walked over. Just as she reached out her hand, she heard Shen Jue's "don't move" behind her, and Liu Yan's hand was already bitten.
The pain is pain, but Liu Yan is smiling, looking at the black snake that is biting him and not letting go, not knowing what to think, and after a long time, he said: "Why is there no demon pill, and you are so much smaller? Bitten my wrist."
Naturally, the snake didn't understand, so it just kept biting him, the fangs were still injecting venom, the man didn't respond for a long time, it was like biting on cotton, it was neither painful nor itchy, not to mention poisonous, not even the eyelids blink. It was his own snake tail, lifted up by Liu Yan, and wrapped around his arm.
Shen Jue was speechless, and had to admit that the scene in front of him was a bit funny, the black snake was wrapped around Liu Yan's arm, but his fangs were biting his hand, because he lost his demon core when he returned to his original shape, and his size was smaller than before. Many, otherwise Liu Yan would not be able to lift one arm.
In addition to being funny, it is also three points bleak. They were originally the dearest people.
With the snake hanging on his arm, Liu Yan walked back to the table. Fortunately, it was his left hand that was stretched out, and his right hand was still free, so he could hold the wooden chopsticks and continue eating. Although Shen Jue is a monster, he seldom practiced, especially when he was with his family. He was used to whole grains and food every day. There were so many delicacies in the world, why bother to keep his appetite closed for happiness. Doesn't even Yi Mo often eat three meals a day, claiming that eating makes him full of stale air, but he still enjoys it all the time? But this night, Shen Jue suddenly lost his appetite.
On the other hand, Liu Yan, with a calm expression, was always calm and calm, even with one hand bitten, he did not stop eating.
Shen Jue looked at him for a long time, and finally said: "Father, he wants to bite you every day, so do you do this every day?"
Liu Yanwei answered immediately, and after eating another bowl of rice, poured tea to rinse his mouth, and said unhurriedly: "Although he has no spiritual aperture, do you think he is a fool?"
Shen Jue blinked.
Liu Yan explained: "He bites a few times and finds it's useless, so he won't bite again. Knowing that it's useless, but still trying to bite hard, that's not him." At this point Liu Yan paused, and then added a sentence : "He's very lazy."
Shen Jue nodded quickly, as if enlightened, ran over and pinched the head of the black snake with one hand, let it open its mouth, and pulled out the fangs from Liu Yan's flesh. Then he peeled off the wrapped snake body, held it in his hand, bowed his head to the black snake and said to himself: "You can bite me a few more times now, and don't come suddenly in the future, it's scary."
The snake spat out the letter, turned around and was about to run away, probably because it had bitten him several times before, but it didn't kill the thing, instead it fainted out of nowhere, knowing in its heart that it was not the opponent, it was very sensible.
Shen Jue was surprised, and while preventing him from running around, said: "Father, he really won't bite me!"
Liu Yan just smiled, the smile was calm, and the trace of melancholy was well concealed.
The black snake struggled in Shen Jue's hands for a long time, but did not break free, so he simply gave up, no longer struggled, and left it to him to live or die, and he was indeed weak. This judgment does not require wisdom, but instinct.
Seeing that he had given up, Shen Jue handed the snake to Liu Yan, confirmed that Liu Yan would not be bitten every day, and was relieved, saying: "The rain stopped, I will find some wild animals to feed him, dad, don't let him He ran around, and if he got into a hole, it would not be easy for me to find him."
Liu Yan responded, watching his nimble figure completely disappear into the night, lowering his head, Liu Yan hugged the black snake who had given up struggling tightly into his arms, this movement was too sudden, the snake that had already pretended to be dead was startled, and raised his head again , bit him.
The sharp fangs pierced the flesh and blood, piercing into the place he had kissed delicately the night before. The person injured by him only trembled slightly, without any movement, his fingertips stubbornly but gently stroked the icy scales, back and forth, over and over again, caressing over and over again, like the most precious treasure in the world .
"Imo."
Liu Yan called out in a low voice. The candlelight flickered, and the light was ambiguous.
He called over and over again: "Yimo."
His voice was ethereal, lingering in the air for a long time.
Apart from this name, apart from the cold touch of his fingertips, at this moment, he has nothing.
The author has something to say: condolences to all the compatriots who died in the July 23 accident; condolences to all the deceased who were not on the public list; best wishes to all compatriots who lost their loved ones;
Pay tribute to all compatriots who participated in saving lives, even though you are just ordinary people; pay tribute to all media people who insist on conscience, even though you know you will lose your job; pay tribute to all netizens who contribute to justice and conscience, even though you know no matter how many Weibo posts , will be caught in the river in the end; however, there are still many people who have not given up, persisting for their own conscience, and persisting for this country to avoid sinking into deeper darkness; pay tribute to all kind-hearted people who maintain the light and kindness of humanity.
—Trace traces.