The night banquet of the group of monsters naturally came about as they made a fuss.
On the first day of the twelfth lunar month, it happened that snow fell in the sky. At first, it was like salt grains, sprinkled on the thousand-year-old ancient city of Huaizhou. As the night fell, it slowly grew larger, and condensed into goose feathers in clusters. , It seems to be heavy and heavy when it hits a person.
The Central Plains area has been emphasizing agriculture since ancient times, and the ancestors passed down the habit of planing food in the soil. Therefore, when the winter comes every year, the things passed down in the blood can't help but let people relax, and even the spirit can't help but get tired and lazy, as if they just want to live. Warm a pot of wine with a fire, and you can drink it like next spring.
After midnight, the painted skin will be peeled off. The demons and ghosts drank too much yellow soup, and each of them showed their prototypes, making a scene brightly lit. It caught a huge golden carp, the light was so dazzling that it was like daylight all around, startling half of Huaizhou city.
The common people put on their clothes and flocked to the street to see the strange scene. Many goblins performed their various spells more and more lively as if they were going crazy.
The lights in the city were brightly lit, and there were various colored lights and fireworks in the sky. The flower demons planted seeds on both sides of the main road in the city. Those plants germinated, broke through the ground, and grew quickly, turning into vines climbing the ancient courtyard walls, and blooming on them. The scorching flowers echoed with the goose-feather-like snow, which attracted bursts of exclamations of admiration.
About a bird turned into a little demon, flew up the high city wall, and sang a song that made the whole city quiet. Standing on the tiptoe of the huge bluestone, accompanied by lanterns all over the city, people suddenly have the illusion of listening to the Huayin of the prosperous age.
Zhao Rong raised the wine cup and drank it down. His eyes looked extremely hazy under the heavy snow. He sighed as if whispering: "After a thousand years of separation, demons must belong to people who are not my race. If we see the current scene again, I am afraid that it will not be empty." It's like a holiday, and you're going to panic and hold a gun and a sword?"
Not far away, Shi Wudu turned his head to look at him, his eyes were no longer clear, and he didn't know how much wine he drank that night.
The two were silent for a long time, as if they were still immersed in the singing of the kingfisher demon.
After a while, Zhao Rong patted the table and said, "Change the bowl! Today, Master Liu and I will not get drunk!"
Shi Wuduan casually threw the small wine cup aside, and said in a low voice, "I will definitely accompany you to the end."
Shi Wuduan was put back when the sky had already turned pale. He walked without raising his head, as if he was calm. Only those who could see his face could know that he was so drunk looking in the mirror. I can't even recognize myself.
Putting aside the messy cups and dishes, he returned to his small courtyard, and it took a lot of effort to open the door. A fire dragon was born in the room, and a hot air rushed towards his face. Shi Wudu stood at the door for a while, As if thinking about it carefully, he sat down at the door, leaning against the door frame, staring at the small yard covered in snow in a daze.
Bai Li was disturbed by the bottle of Lihen water and stayed up all night. He was holding the small bottle by the bed in a daze. Hearing the movement over there, he hesitated for a moment, then put the small bottle in his arms, and pushed open the door. walked out.
Shi Wuduan's eyes could hardly be opened, his neck seemed to have no strength to support his thoughtful head, and he was lazily tilted to one side, until Bai Li sighed and helped him up, he realized later to show a smile.
"I'm a little drunk, it's hot in the room, let's sit outside for a while." Shi Wuduan explained in a low voice, as if he was sober - but Bai Li always felt that his legs were dragging on the ground.
After a while, Shi Wuduan asked: "Little ion?"
Bai Li: "Yes."
Shi Wuduan said "Oh", frowned, thought for a while as if racking his brains, and said, "Go slowly, let me think about it first."
Bai Li stopped and asked, "What do you want?"
"I'm thinking about which leg to take first."
The corners of Bai Li's eyes twitched, seeing his serious appearance as if he was facing an enemy, then he bent down, grabbed his knees, and hugged him up.
"Thinking of a fart." Bai Li said, "Drunk."
Shi Wudu honestly did not move, just opened his eyes and stared straight at a certain place in the void, as if there was a world that no one else could see—maybe he could really see another world.
Bai Li gently placed him on his bed, dragged a pillow behind him, and said, "Lie down, I'll bring you hangover soup."
Startled by his voice, Shi Wudu raised his pitch-black eyes to look at him, but Bai Li made his gaze uneasy, and ran out of the room in a hurry after explaining.
The heavy snow was still falling, but there seemed to be a fire in his heart—as long as he thought of Zhao Rong's words, the fire in his chest would burn with excitement.
It was a mark branded on the soul.
He will be yours forever and ever—
However, Shi Wudu's eyes flashed across his heart, like a basin of cold water poured down, making Bai Li almost shiver.
He made an oath that he would no longer force it, and would no longer fight endlessly with him, calculating and sacrificing each other.
if…
Bai Li subconsciously touched his sleeve, but found nothing. He paused for a moment, and after a while, his face suddenly turned pale, and he turned around sharply to swipe back.
Then he saw a familiar small bottle in Shi Wuduan's hand.
Shi Wuduan didn't know when he lit the lamp, and he lay on the table in a twisted state as if he couldn't sit still, and carefully looked at the small bottle with the slightly dim light, the bean-like light reflected in his eyes , as if there was a small kindling in it, and the eyes were full of brilliance in the blink of an eye.
But Bai Li stopped at the door, his whole body seemed to be frozen in ice.
"...Is this Lihenshui?" Shi Wuduan asked in a low voice as if talking to himself.
Bai Li suddenly felt unspeakable despair, he opened his mouth, but his voice was unexpectedly hoarse: "Yes... I..."
Then Shi Wuduan pulled a teacup from the table, frowned, as if carefully studying the contents of the small bottle, then poured a whole bottle of Lihen Water into the teacup, leaned over to smell it , dipped a little bit with the tip of his finger, twisted it lightly, and then, in Bai Li's dumbfounded, took it up and drank it down.
Bai Li lost his voice: "Wu Yuan, you..."
Shi Wuduan frowned and said, "Bah, why is it salty? The more you drink, the thirstier you become."
Bai Li: "..."
Shi Wudu staggered and stood up while supporting the table, picked up the teapot on the table rather unsteadily, poured it into the tea bowl, but found it was empty.
"I want to drink water, why is there no water in your room?" He said to Bai Li as if he had been wronged a lot.
Bai Li just stood there stupidly.
Shi Wuduan took a step forward, and suddenly fell headlong, the teapot in his hand suddenly fell to the ground, broken and safe.
Bai Li hurriedly stretched out his arms to embrace him before he fell to the ground. At this moment, he saw a crease crawling up Shi Wuduan's neck. On the warm chest, Shi Wuyuan started from the heart, and a tree-like pattern on his skin was spreading on his skin.
The sprout sprouted from the heart, slowly climbed up the neck, got out, and wrapped around Bai Li's wrist.
Bai Li stared blankly at the vine-like thing, only to feel a pain in his wrist, and realized that it had pierced his own wrist. A drop of blood gushed out and quickly seeped into the vine connecting the two of them. The blinding light lit up, Bai Li's eyes flickered, and he turned his head away involuntarily.
Then a strange feeling of sadness and joy rose in his heart, the hand holding Shi Wudu couldn't help tightening, and the sudden soreness filled his chest.
I don't know how long it took before the white light faded, and Bai Li opened his eyes, and found that on Shi Wuduan's chest and his own wrist, there was a small mark like a tattoo, which looked like a drop of water...or a tear.
Sudden exhaustion surged in his heart, as if he couldn't help falling asleep, he encouraged him to stand up, put Shi Wudu on the bed, then lay on the side, and quickly lost consciousness.
Shi Wuduan felt that there was something pulling him down in the darkness, but his own wrist was firmly held in the palm of his hand, but when he groped, he couldn't touch anything—as if that The hand was just a figment of his imagination.
However, he was very calm, the alcohol was still in his body, they were quietly burning his blood, but he was not sad, because that kind of temperature was just right to neutralize his too cold blood.
Alcohol builds courage.
The coward Shi Wudu thought in the darkness, if he was sober, he would not dare to drink the bottle of Lihen water after thinking about it for a long time.
Then there was a faint light flickering in front of his eyes—he raised his head and saw the stars all over the sky, each of them was extremely low, as if they were pressed on the ground. In front of him was an endless ocean, which was calm and waveless Meticulously mirror the stars in the sky.
He himself was on a small island, and there was a tree on the island. He seemed to have seen this tree a long time ago, but he couldn't recall it.
For some reason, Shi Wuduan knew that this day was the sky of infatuation, and this water was the sea of hatred.
He sat down under the tree, looked up at the trails of the stars, and had a rare moment of peace in his heart. He didn't try to see any trails from them, and he didn't want to figure out anything. He just looked at the stars seriously like a child, Reminds me of a ditty I have long since forgotten where I heard it—
In the middle of the Jiaojiao River, the majestic hall of immortals. Go and go, go and go, come and go at the age of seven. Lovesickness twitches day and night, and the darkness destroys the chaotic galaxy. Participating in business is not shared, and it is cold to look forward to a thousand years...
Can you rest assured this time? Shi Wuduan stretched his waist, leaned against the big tree, recalled Bai Li's terrified appearance, and showed a smile - just like when he was naughty when he was a child, he would secretly lie on the window and watch his master be furious smirk.
…
It's been a long time.
It's almost over, he told himself.