The round moon hangs in the dark blue sky, the twinkling stars and the Milky Way outline the past, different from the sun's rays, cool and gentle sprinkle on the ground...
Misty clouds and mist lingered on the mountains and the dark-colored small buildings wet by the mist, and the dew was heavy in the deep of the night. The red fiery clothes on their bodies reflected a few strands of red and gold color in the moonlight, and the thin dewdrops were sticking and slippery on it. go down.
Wang Xiaobaa stared blankly at the dilapidated stone pavement covered with weeds in front of him, and the old building that used to be a beautiful academy with only a pile of dead wood left.
"What's the matter with you, Sleeping Lamp?" Someone hugged him from behind and pulled himself into his arms forcefully.
After hearing the wind, he also looked at this abandoned ancient ruins with a faint smile in his eyes.
"It's okay, I just think this looks familiar... I didn't expect that there is such an ancient building on top of our tomb." Wang Xiaobaa looked at the traces of fire left on it, and didn't know why it was so uncomfortable.
Unfamiliar emotions were stuck in his throat, and he couldn't go up or down, and he felt inexplicably sentimental.
"It's kind of like the place in my dreams..."
"You've been thinking too much about Senior Brother, you forgot? The sect was fine when we were killed, how could they be in trouble?" He lowered his head and looked at Wang Xiaobaa softly and said, "The surrounding area is where the spiritual energy gathers dragon veins. But unfortunately, it was occupied by a group of scum, and then I took action to solve them and built an underground palace in this place."
"Senior brother, do you think I did a good deed? Huh?"
Wang Xiaobaa nodded absent-mindedly looking at those building mutilations: "... You really did a good thing."
Wen Fengjin slowly pulled the corners of his lips, a sinister and morbid smile appeared on his feminine and handsome face, his eyes were fixed on Wang Xiaoba's frowning brows, and there was a trace of joy when he saw that he was uncomfortable!
Brother, you see, those scum who opposed us are all dead, and those dirty pickled scum have been burned to ashes by me. I am building an underground palace here, so that even if those people die, they will see that we will be here forever. Together…
"Don't look at the sleeping lamp." The night buried the smug expression of the evil spirit, and said the most gentle words with the most evil expression, "There's nothing to see, it's messy here, let's go there and wait for the sunrise, okay?"
"Ah? Good." Wang Xiaobaa rubbed her chest, and was hugged by Wen Fengjing and walked to a big tree in the distance. There were several stone benches under the tree, and the stone table was broken.
Wen Fengjing took out a handkerchief to wipe off the dust on it and sat side by side with Wang Xiaobaa.
This big tree is lush and withered at the same time, and the thick branches that cannot be hugged will probably not be a problem even if it is climbed.
The wind from the mountains blew over, Wang Xiaobaa breathed a sigh of relief by sniffing the fragrance of the grass and trees on the tip of her nose, the feeling of depression was swept away, and her mood finally cheered up.
I don't know why I just feel very cool sitting here, as if this big tree will let out the air-conditioning.
"The wind is gone, what kind of tree is this? It has a cool and refreshing smell, like a mint tree!"
Wen Fengjing was stunned for a moment. When his long and narrow eyes were on the side of his head, there was a flash of an inexplicable smile in the back of his eyes. He swept over Wang Xiaobaa lightly, he propped up his chin and his wide sleeves fell down. Pale arms and slender fingers were exposed.
He stretched his tone and said softly, "This is just an ordinary tree. The reason why Senior Brother feels cool is probably because..."
Wang Xiaobaa: "Because of what?"
"Because this tree is where I hanged the scum... One hundred and seventy-three people hung on the tree and drifted in the wind, and one branch was crushed, oh yes, after they were hanged by their necks, they died. Will look down at the person under the tree, um, it's quite interesting. Ha~"
Wang Xiaobaa: "..."
Me, me, shit!
A cool breeze blew from behind, as if someone was staring at his back...
Wang Xiaoba jumped up with a scream, and when he was about to run, Wen Fengjin stretched out his arm to restrain his waist and took him into his arms. Just as Wang Xiaoba wanted to break free, he heard Wen Fengjin laughing loudly.
"I lied to you," he said.
Black pupils occupy most of the eye sockets, looking at the panicked expression of the deer in his arms, strong pity and love are rolling inside.
"Haha, you are so cute."
Cute you uncle! Wang Xiaobaa rubbed the goose bumps that came out of her body.
"Frightening people will scare people to death, you know!"
"But my brother is already dead."
"... Believe it or not, I'll bite you to death." Why is it that you have a long mouth? !
I still don't know how? !
Wang Wang Wang!
Wang Xiaobaa grinned at him and waved his fist, but his hand was held. Wen Feng was full of interest and kissed his fingertips, which were slightly pale and cold, and blinked under Wang Xiaobaa's instantly frizzy expression.
"Okay, where is the bite?"
"… "
You are looking forward to a yarn! He~tui!
In Wen Fengjin's arms, he couldn't break free, when he heard Wen Fengjin's voice from above his head: "I have another purpose for bringing you here today, sleeping lamp, look."
A pair of small golden scissors and a red-patterned blond hair belt were taken out by the wind and placed in Wang Xiaobaa's palm.
"Have you heard of hair knots..."
"Endless living is not what I want, what I want is to be a couple with you for a lifetime..."
"We stick to each other, no matter what we become, we will never turn our backs on each other, and we will keep each other in our hearts. Brother, I said you wait for me, and I will definitely come back to marry you."
"I did it. Are you willing to fulfill your original promise to marry me and be my wife?"
The thick mountain fog is like turbulent white sea water, the stars in the sky are faded, and the moon is leaving.
A few wisps of orange light, with the heat that dissipates the clammy and cold, are projected on their bodies in red dresses...
Wen Fengjin's expression was so warm at this moment, his eyes narrowed, the expression on his face was not always sullen, and the too feminine and handsome face was enough to make people dazzled.
Wang Xiaoba was in a trance, as if he saw the child in the academy who was stubborn to marry his senior brother. At this moment, he had the illusion that he had loved this man for a long, long time...
"You have already thought about it." Wang Xiaoba sighed and took the scissors.
"Being in the sun with you, it is my obsession to get married in an upright and open manner. Everything I do is for this day, and you soberly say: 'I promise you'."
Wen Fengjin lowered his eyes, and for the first time he showed a faint smile that made people feel sad. He lowered his eyes to look at Wang Xiaobaa, which made Wang Xiaobaa feel like he was crying.
In fact, he might not even know it when he heard the news, but his expression was always fierce, whether it was hugging or kissing, or even smiling.
All with the extreme that it seems that the next second of the beautiful dream is broken, and he will perish with everyone.
Wang Xiaobaa had long seen that this was not a gentle person, but he was hopelessly addicted to the maddened eyes he was looking at...
I really am a loveless face control dog.
Wang Xiaobaa smiled bitterly, stretched out his hand and pulled the long hair of the two of them together, and tied a strand with a hair tie in this posture, and the long black hair was mixed together.
Wang Xiaobaa's hair is softer and thinner, while the hair that has been exhausted is harder to start with.
It is often said that people with soft hair are good-natured and people with hard hair are opinionated.
The sun gradually rises, and the surrounding things begin to recover. The green leaves are like a piece of jade, and the water drops from the leaves, and the birds sing softly in the fresh air...
The golden orange light shines...
The person behind him hugged the person sitting on his lap, resting his head on the other person's neck, slowly shaking his body and singing a hoarse ancient tune in a low voice, watching the person being held wrap his thin fingers around the two people hair in a thin braid.
Golden scissors cut off the thick braid of the little finger, and the ends were connected by red hairbands.
The singing stopped, Wen Fengjin's arms wrapped tightly around his body from behind, and the braid was tightly grasped by his hands.
"Ming Deng, you tell me to blow the wind..."
Wang Xiaoba was a little shy, but still shouted: "The wind is gone..."
"Ming Deng, you said you love me..." The low voice seemed to have changed its tone.
Wang Xiaoba babbled for a long time, and then whispered: "I, me, what... I love you."
The last two words were inaudible, and the people behind him didn't respond for a long time. Just when Wang Xiaobaa thought he didn't hear the wind, a drop or two fell on his face and shoulders...
Um? It's raining
Wang Xiaoba wanted to stretch out his hand to pick it up, but he suddenly raised his head and said, "The wind is gone, it's raining—".
"Don't look!"
A cold palm covered Wang Xiaobaa's eyes.
Wang Xiaobaa lowered her head in a daze, and kept replaying in her mind that face that was indifferent no matter what, lost its usual disguise, revealing a dull despair and grief that seemed to be pushed into the cliff, those black eyes A scene filled with clear liquid...
Wen Feng cried.
It was by no means a cry of joy.
Why
He obviously said it, why
After a long time, the person behind him let go of him and stood up, carefully put the long hair into his arms, put on a disguised gentleness on his face and said, "Let's go, brother, we should go back..."
Being led a long way, Wang Xiaomei pursed her lips and asked softly, "Do you want the feeling of sleeping lamp...or mine..."
The person in front stopped, and then held the hand harder.
"What are you talking about, you are you, Sleeping Lamp, we're going home..."
Looking at the broad shoulders in front of him, Wang Xiaoba sighed.
My heart is cold.
[The author has something to say: There will always be a tangle of whether you love me or him.
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