Shen Mizhi thought that Xiao Li would refuse.
Or hit him angrily, either way.
But what he didn't expect was that the other party really thought about it, and then he heard the other party say coldly and calmly: "Okay."
After Xiao Li finished speaking, he smiled, his black eyes seemed to fall like snowflakes outside the sky, and his demeanor was very moving. He usually likes to keep a distance from people. Once he gets his initiative to get close, it is like the snow in the sky Falling into your palm.
The light in the kitchen was dim, Shen Mizhi didn't turn on the headlights, only the night light with the range hood above his head was shining brightly.
Shen Mizhi clenched his hand, hugged him hard, took off the snowflake, dyed it with love, and made it warm and soft.
—That’s right, although the time together is still very short, Shen Mizhi has already discovered the unknown side of Xiao Li in private.
In other words, apart from the fact that he was interested enough in the copy, Xiao Li was indifferent to other things in life, and even brought a little childishness to him.
It includes all aspects of clothing, food, housing, and transportation. For example, he always wears whatever he gets, regardless of occasions and collocations. For example, if Shen Mizhi is absent, he would rather choose to order takeout than cook a meal by himself.
If you ask, you can get Xiao Li's righteous answer: "Now that takeaway is so developed, there is no need."
Whether it is "unnecessary" or "too lazy to do it" is open to question.
However, Shen Mizhi had no objection to these minor problems in his lover's private life. Instead, he enjoyed the ordinary feeling of husband and wife that he cooked for each other every day. Of course, not now.
The current Shen Mizhi was encircling Xiao Li and placed him between the kitchen door and the corner of the wall. He rubbed the delicate face of the young man back and forth with the bridge of his tall nose, and asked with deep eyes, "Then we can open the door now. eat?"
He could hardly wait for Xiao Li's reply, so he couldn't help kissing him.
At first it was gentle, but later, Shen Mizhi's movements always became more...
more vicious.
Xiao Li finally found a suitable adjective.
That feeling was as if the end of the world was coming in the next second, and Shen Mizhi only had the time to say goodbye to him with this kiss, so he tried extra hard and wanted to swallow him directly.
Every time he does.
"Okay, okay," Xiao Li let him kiss for a while, before patting the other's handsome face, "feed me first, then feed you, eh?"
Shen Mizhi watched Xiao Li leave the range of his arms unhappily.
Xiao Li was about to pick up the eggplant in the pot. Before he could move, he heard the young man say in a low voice: "That one can't be eaten, put it down, and I will cook a new dish."
"No need." Xiao Li shook his head, "It's just a little salty, get a bowl of white water before eating."
…
After the meal, Shen Mizhi seemed to be still thinking about what Xiao Li said to "feed him", and his washing action improved significantly. Xiao Li wanted to help him, but he almost smashed a bowl and hurt his finger. After that, he was driven back by the youth.
He licked the cat for a while, then turned around and heard a lively recitation from the balcony:
"Mr. Gu saw the former Mrs. Gu again, but compared to the past, she was more elegant and dignified, she was dressed like a girl before marriage, wearing a pretty little skirt, and there was another woman beside her. A man did an ambiguous act to her!"
"President Gu can't take it anymore. He was so angry that his eyes were splitting. He wished he could directly flash in front of the woman on the opposite side and question her loudly! Boss Gu immediately told the driver to stop the car and go to catch—"
It was at this moment that Xiao Li pushed open the balcony door.
The microphone was interrupted to recite, and floated innocently in the air, turning to Xiao Li together with the manuscript of sin in front of him.
Xiao Li: "Why do you suddenly want to read this again?"
Fu Zige: "Just stay on the balcony and can't watch TV, I can only use it for entertainment."
And Sintian has also been fiercely resisted and shamed at the beginning, and now is numb, and sometimes he can get some fun from Fu Zige's reading aloud.
For example, if Fu Zige reads impassionedly, then the chapter representing Sintian is a success. If Fu Zige is weak, that chapter is dull and cannot impress readers, then Sintian will revise the text, and the two ghosts will fight each other. With the blows, they fell into a pair of partners.
"Why don't you watch TV?" Xiao Li asked in a puzzled way.
Fu Zige jumped up a little, looked into the kitchen, and after confirming that the kitchen door was closed, he whispered, "I'm a little afraid of your boyfriend, he's even scarier than the ghosts in the copies I've seen, look. I was very… very…”
He said intermittently.
Since Shen Mizhi moved in, Fu Zige changed his base from a sofa to a balcony. Because one night, when Xiao Li came out wet in his pajamas and sat directly next to him, Shen Mizhi gave him a look that seemed to want him to be dissipated on the spot, so scared that the microphone rolled into the balcony on the spot.
Fu Zige didn't go on, he asked pitifully, "Will he live here forever?"
Xiao Li reassured him: "Well, you have to get used to him."
"But I think he wants to kill me." Fu Zige said terrified, "Don't say it's me, there should be all creatures close to you..."
Xiao Li's presence and absence, Shen Mizhi is completely two people.
"No," Xiao Li held the microphone, placed it on the old seat of the sofa, and said softly, "He won't make me angry."
Fu Zige rolled back into the gap of the sofa, feeling the long-lost softness, and cowardly said, "Really?"
Xiao Li nodded at him.
The microphone believed him very much, and Fu Zige rolled back with confidence, watching the variety show recorded by him again.
The night fell, and the night shrouded the earth. The residential buildings in the distance were lit up one by one, and the light rain beat on the glass windows, but did not bring the desolate moisture into the house, and was isolated from the outside. .
After Shen Mizhi finished the housework, he habitually sat next to Xiao Li and reached out to hug him.
Xiao Li didn't hide, he leaned into the other's arms, and simply turned to lie on the young man's lap, looked away from the TV in front of him, and looked up at Shen Mizhi.
The hair that was in the way slipped from the boy's forehead, revealing his delicate facial features completely, and the end of his eyes seemed to perch a butterfly, flapping its wings every time the eyelashes fluttered.
Shen Mizhi stretched out his hand as if bewitched, and touched Xiao Li's eyelashes.
Xiao Li held his hand halfway.
Shen Mizhi raised the corners of his lips: "Didn't you say you want to feed me?"
"That depends on your answer." Xiao Li squeezed the man's hand.
Shen Mizhi's smile deepened: "Okay, what you want to ask is endless."
Xiao Li didn't look at his face. He looked at the chandelier above the living room. I don't know if it was his illusion. He always felt that a halo of various sizes scattered from the chandelier and fell to the ground.
"What kind of god are you?" Xiao Li asked after a long time.
As soon as this topic was mentioned, Shen Mizhi held his hand instead, he looked even more uneasy than Xiao Li who asked the question, as if he was afraid that Xiao Li would leave him: "... I was born too early, and I was asleep at first. , I just woke up a few days ago, and there is no title."
"title?"
"Well, like Nix, the night is her title. I don't come out often, so I don't have a title." Shen Mizhi said calmly and authentically.
Xiao Li rolled over on his thigh: "Continue."
He didn't ask specific questions, Shen Mizhi could only pick something from his common sense that he thought Xiao Li would be interested in: "Those gods with titles, except for the main god, are basically not very strong. The deception is that every day he Doing nothing, running back and forth in every world, just to make fun of people."
... But don't forget to put eye drops on the "rival in love".
Xiao Li didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Seeing that Shen Mizhi was about to be called the god of fraud, he hurriedly stopped: "I don't care about fraud."
Shen Mizhi stopped.
Xiao Li stared at him: "I read a passage in the library of the Judgment Prison. It said that gods used to be ghosts."
"Indeed." Shen Mirage, his appearance looked exactly like ordinary humans, even more like humans than some of them, he patiently explained the origin of the gods to the lovers on his knees, as if saying A story that has nothing to do with him, "In the beginning, the heaven and the earth were chaotic, supporting the abyss of the Styx River. However, the sky and the earth were violent, the Styx River overturned, the abyss fell, the chaos shattered, and countless ghosts came out of their nests."
The River Styx overturned…
When Xiao Li heard this, he suddenly remembered the phantom on the horizon that he saw when he first entered the dungeon, that is, countless black figures ran out of a river in the sky.
"The powerful existence among them seized this opportunity, devoured the fragmented chaos, salvaged the phantom of the Styx, reborn and became a god."
"Gods used to be ghosts, and naturally they also need the power of rules to nourish, so they borrowed the power of chaos and used order to build a copy of the reincarnation, and because of this, they can get the power they need from each world."
Xiao Li listened carefully: "What about reality?"
Shen Mizhi was silent for a while and said: "Reality is a well, it is the inflection point where chaos once supported the world, so that the power of the gods cannot spread to reality."
That's why reality has survived until now.
"Now the barrier protecting it is weakening little by little, until the well is completely dug out by the power of the underworld, and a hand will fall into the well."
well.
Xiao Li nodded thoughtfully, just like the description that appeared in the world of Sintian's novel, and if it really reached that point, reality would move towards the fate of Atlantis.
The microphone over there listened to their conversation and was frightened, and rolled around Xiao Li tremblingly.
Shen Mizhi noticed its movement, and suddenly turned to look at the microphone. Before he could speak, Xiao Li raised his hand and covered his mouth: "Don't speak, be nice to them."
"I don't like you being nice to them," Shen Mizhi said in a low voice, with a bit of grievance in his tone. He was like a big cat coquettish to its owner, "You are better to them than to me."
"You are different." Xiao Li thought for a while before giving such an answer.
Shen Mizhi narrowed his pale eyes and asked threateningly, "What's the difference?"
It seemed that if Xiao Li's answer could not satisfy him, he would just throw him down.
Xiao Li said, "They are friends, and you are your boyfriend."