At first Li Zhiqing just wanted to close his eyes and rest his mind, but his consciousness drifted slowly, and finally drifted further and further away.
He leaned on the man's back and had a dream, the dream was so real that he didn't know whether to cry or laugh.
He became much shorter in the dream, and when he walked to the edge of the garden in the courtyard, he couldn't even see what would be on the other side of the bushes and green plants.
His hands and feet were pitifully small, and he walked on the familiar path step by step, step by step.
He walked around the long rose trellis and crossed the majestic fountain carved in the shape of a nine-dragon. The whirling green shadows and cool water vapor rushed to his eyes at the same time, moistening half of his eyelashes.
Li Zhiqing rubbed his eyes, and then he saw the ancient and rare old man sitting in the small pavilion with a small teapot cheerfully waiting for him to pass by.
The other party sat upright and upright, like a veteran in a coloring book.
The man called him from a distance, he couldn't hear what he said clearly, but it was clearly a wrinkle on his face with a smile.
Li Zhiqing heard himself happily responding, and was about to fly over with his short legs, but someone behind him grabbed his shoulders and said something in a low voice.
Li Zhiqing turned his head following the sound, but there was nothing behind him, and when he turned his head back, there was no one in the stone pavilion in front of him.
He panicked, and just about to open his mouth to shout, the damp water vapor in the air suddenly increased several times, rushing around him arrogantly, making it hard for people to open their eyes.
He groped aimlessly against the wind. During this period, he was affected by the psychological endurance of that age, and his nose slowly began to sore. Just when he was about to cry bitterly, his forehead, which had been tense because of patience, suddenly cooled down, and his face suddenly bulged. A wall of wind came, and the momentum swept him away like a sea moving a mountain.
Li Zhiqing opened his eyes tightly at the corner of his forehead, the first thing he saw was a dark room, then a hand covering his forehead, and then a black shadow standing beside him.
He was taken aback immediately, his blood vessels were about to pop open.
Hei Ying stretched out his other hand to firmly hold his shoulder, preventing Li Zhiqing from hitting the head of the bed.
He took a step back and stood up straight, and soon realized that such a condescending posture might make Li Zhiqing feel oppressed, so he bent his knees and half-knelt down again indifferently, almost at eye level with the other party.
Li Zhiqing's head was almost blown out by fright.
He saw through the faint morning light through the curtains that it was the man from before, and he trembled a few times before speaking smoothly: "...you, you can't..."
The remaining emotions in the dream were still there, and there was a bit of crying in his voice, he shut up and gritted his teeth before he finished speaking, took a deep breath and then said, "Come if you want, you can't say anything, just squeak what."
People are not prepared when they are half asleep and half awake. When they see a silent guy standing next to them in a low light situation, they have to die several times in their hearts.
The light and shade had no effect on the man's vision. He didn't let go of Li Zhiqing's fragile expression when he woke up from the dream, but he didn't know how to comfort him. He rubbed his fingertips on the edge of the bed twice, but still couldn't lift it up.
"I'm afraid to surprise you." The man replied in a low voice.
Talking may scare him, but not speaking will definitely scare him to death directly.
Li Zhiqing sat up with strength from his waist, the cold sweat all over his body was sticky after contact with the air.
Only then did he realize that he had already slept on the bed in the bedroom. The thin quilt was well covered, but the daytime clothes were still on. Absolutely no way to see more.
Li Zhiqing rubbed his swollen forehead, and out of the corner of his eye, he saw the man kneeling beside the bed and looking at him helplessly. He was bluffed again, and hurriedly reached out and grabbed the man's arm to lift him up: "When did you kneel down?" , get up, there is a place to sit over there."
Based on his superficial understanding, a ghost that can transform into a human form must have real abilities, even if it is arrogant and arrogant, it still has the capital.
The person in front of him is definitely not a humble little character, how can he be so careless when facing human beings, even if he is not arrogant, he should at least show an unfathomable expression.
Always looking at him with such affectionate eyes, Li Zhiqing felt that if he was a little girl, regardless of his identity as a man who was not human but also covered in scales, he would definitely be looked at with a heart.
He wiped his face and found that his forehead was no longer burning. He still remembered yesterday that the man carried him to the street on his back at the end, and after that... he didn't have much memory.
The man complied and sat on the opposite chair, a little dissatisfied with the distance he had been drawn.
Seeing Li Zhiqing's crooked profile as a flashback, he took the initiative to explain: "I met your friend, I brought you back."
Li Zhiqing was already a little accustomed to the man's succinct way of speaking, which might not be enough to understand, he understood that it was the man who carried him out of the old street and saw Song Junlin waiting for him at the street corner, and then sent him directly back to the shop to rest.
Li Zhiqing brushed back the hair that fell to his forehead, and was about to say "thank you" when the man said: "It's still early."
"Huh?" Li Zhiqing didn't expect that a guy who couldn't even understand as well as a five-year-old child would take the initiative to break the silence, so he wasn't ready to hear clearly.
"You can sleep again." Now the sky is bright, and it's not time for Li Zhiqing to wake up yesterday.
Li Zhiqing thought of being carried on his back yesterday, and fell into a dark sleep before the sun completely set, and suddenly felt a little embarrassed, touched the tip of his nose and smiled at the man: "I have slept for a long time, and I am not sleepy, so I will not sleep gone."
He got out of bed and opened the curtains "swipely", the light in the early morning was white and soft, and it was very comfortable to hang in front of his eyes.
After the heavy rain, the alleyway was even more dull, Li Zhiqing simply opened all the windows of the bedroom and living room, and the clean and fresh air flooded in all at once.
He stood in front of the window and took a deep breath, turned around and saw the man coming out of the bedroom with him, standing two steps away from him, staring at him intently.
"I'm going to take a shower, you..." Li Zhiqing's body was sticky, his eyes swept around, he pointed to the blanket by the window for lying down, and then pointed to the semicircle sofa, "You can do whatever you want."
After he finished speaking, he walked towards the bedroom, and when he was about to close the door, he couldn't help but look back at the man, and he slammed into the man's eyes directly. The color that was darker than the pupils of a newborn suddenly shocked his heartbeat, and when he entered the bathroom, two eyes were still shaking. Dot black.
Li Zhiqing adjusted the temperature of the water, raised his head and rushed for a while, his hands stretched from his forehead to the back of his head, he grabbed his hair and whispered: "...how come there are such black eyes, are Jiao's eyes so black?"
He cared so much about those eyes, he walked out with wet hair after a hasty shower, found the phone on the desk, and turned it on without charging.
He opened the browser to search for the color of the eyes, but he didn't find anything that was different. He poured out a bunch of snake eyes with vertical pupils facing the camera. Most of them were yellow, green and red with different brightness, with tight scales attached to the edges. Line up together, it looks particularly shocking.
Li Zhiqing quit without turning a few pages, goose bumps almost appeared on the back of his neck.
He accidentally saw the black scales hanging on his wrist, blinked and thought for a while, then called Tang Shunshi: "You are ruthless."
"Then did I make trouble for no reason?" Tang Shunshi smiled over there.
Just by hearing the voice, Li Zhiqing could imagine the other party slumped on the bed and patting his stomach: "You will die."
"Hey? What am I doing to you, little ancestor?"
"You are old and mentally handicapped."
"...Okay, let me change the question, what's wrong with you?"
"Song Junlin called you yesterday."
"I went to the mountains yesterday, where did I get the signal?"
Li Zhiqing self-reflected, and took back all the scolding words: "The copper coin is cracked."
"You think it's a shortbread?" Tang Shun snorted twice, obviously not believing it.
"It's really cracked." Li Zhiqing looked towards the door and realized that he still didn't know the man's name, "I was in a little trouble yesterday, but the one who came to the door helped me."
Tang Shun was silent for a while, Li Zhiqing heard him sitting up, he seemed to be serious, but his words were still not serious: "Whose ancestral grave did you dig?"
Optimistically, there are no more than five of the existing Tiancheng ingots worth 10 yuan, and the remaining few are probably fake. Only this one in Li Zhiqing's possession is an unmistakable treasure. The old man has been cared for for many years, as long as Li Zhiqing does not commit suicide, it is still possible to keep him safe.
Li Zhiqing narrated what happened yesterday, and Tang Shunshi was no longer poor after listening: "Is there any texture on the scales given to you?"
Li Zhiqing pinched the scales: "Yes."
"How many?"
He carefully looked at the lines that were close to each other and almost merged into one: "... there seem to be quite a lot."
"What do you mean by seeming?" Tang Shun laughed angrily, "Thin and miscellaneous threads are not counted, just choose the obvious ones."
obviously…
Li Zhiqing counted the thickest ones: "Two."
"Yo, it's not easy. I think he is a Jiao Lord who has lived for at least two thousand years." Tang Shunshi teased him and heaved a sigh of relief, "I'll go back when the problem is solved. Give him a good hug."
Li Zhiqing thought of the man's eyes, and thought of the words he heard on his back yesterday, just as he was about to say that the man was not here to seek justice, there was a busy tone from the receiver, so he had to put down the phone.
He forgot to untie the hair tie before taking a bath, and he didn't bother to dry the hair tie after blow-drying, so he just pushed open the door with his hair loose. own face.
He paused instinctively, looked at the man in the living room at a distance of about ten meters, and then walked over again: "Why don't you sit down?"
The man stood behind the floor-to-ceiling windows before Li Zhiqing returned to the bedroom, and he still hasn't moved a step, still standing there upright, like a wax figure in the National Exhibition Hall.
Li Zhiqing was completely used to the other party's difficulty in uttering a word for a long time, and he also began to get used to being looked at by him so carelessly and straightforwardly.
He walked into the kitchen with that gaze without much psychological pressure, took out some ingredients from the refrigerator and began to prepare breakfast.
Even if you don't mention that the man saved you yesterday, even if it's an ordinary guest, you can't let him down when it comes to eating.
Li Zhiqing raised his head, and found that the man was still staring at him for a moment, tilting his head slightly to meet his eyes: "What do you want for breakfast?"
A strand of hair slipped in front of his eyes when he was talking, Li Zhiqing casually brushed it back behind his ear, but saw the man suddenly lowered his eyes and looked away, and after a few seconds he slowly moved his eyes back, then looked away again, and looked over again , repeated three times before returning to the previous gaze.
"What's wrong with you?" Li Zhiqing thought his reaction was amusing, and couldn't help chuckling.
The man pursed his lips, and after a moment of silence, he didn't say what he wanted to eat, but only answered the latter question: "You look so pretty."
His voice was low, with a slight hoarseness, Li Zhiqing almost dropped his eggs on the ground when he heard these words.
He stared at the man, and before he could react, the man retracted his gaze.
Apart from being stern, that face was still stern, and it was unbelievable that Li Zhiqing could see a little embarrassment from his eyebrows.
"...Thank you, you're pretty too." Li Zhiqing felt that these words seemed a bit perfunctory, and added dryly, "Your eyes are very beautiful."
It's as dark as a human being.
... Oh no, he wasn't a human being in the first place.
The man was silent for a while and then praised again: "You are beautiful."
When he spoke, his tone was light, but the corners of his mouth were clearly raised, and his smile was much more natural than the previous few times.
Li Zhiqing was really embarrassed. Seeing the man unable to speak, four big words kept turning in his mind: "Blow each other in the industry."
He clearly felt that his ears were getting hot from the man's eyes, and he was in a state of embarrassment when Song Junlin suddenly jumped out of the bedroom with his slippers on: "Da Qing! Gou Fugui! Don't forget each other!"
Li Zhiqing narrowed his eyes: "What the hell?"
Song Junlin was so excited that his voice was split, and he held up his phone and grinned: "Someone messed with you on Weibo last night!"