The action of closing when smelled.
After a while, he loosened the snow-white puppet line between his teeth, raised his head, and met the drooping eyes of dust.
With his back against the wall, he was silent for a while in those eyes, then blinked lightly and looked away: "It's pretending, you can clearly see it."
"Why pretend?"
You obviously know that too.
He moved his lips when he smelled it, but didn't make a sound.
"Afraid of me being angry, afraid of being charged?" Chen Buoyue's voice was low and deep.
This room is actually very big, but their voices are only in this corner, and no one can hear them except each other.
Like a candle that shines only once.
Wen Shi put his hands on his bent knees, and the puppet line hung down long and short. He dialed it unconsciously and replied, "Yeah."
"Then why don't you pretend again?"
He pursed his lips and didn't answer immediately.
After a long time, he said, "Because I'll be like this again."
Your life is all given to you, what is a trip to Wuxiangmen
"That's how many times I come back."
His voice was deep. Because the face was turned away, the lines of the neck were drawn clear and tight, revealing an inherent stubbornness, as if no one could turn it around.
But when he finished saying this, he turned his face and looked up at Xiang Chenbu. The dark eyes were filled with the heat from the medicinal bath, slightly bright and moist…
The sharp edges and corners in the bones were suddenly transformed into a thin shell. He was wrapped in the shell that would be broken with a poke, and his eyes were fixed on the dust.
His tone was still stubborn, his voice still deep and low, but there was something else.
He curled up his drooping fingers, the long shadow of the puppet line under the lamp swayed, and said, "Account as you wish."
The swaying shadows fell into the dust, like lights disturbed by the wind.
He suddenly lowered his gaze, stretched out his hand to hook the puppet lines hanging between Wen Shi's fingers, straightened them, and stopped shaking them randomly.
Wen Shi followed to look at his fingers, and let the person in front of him manage the puppet line.
In the next second, the hand was tangled in a long thread that couldn't be understood, and it was buckled between his fingers. He blinked, and his chin was gently pinched up.
The warm breath tapped between his slightly parted lips, and the dustless kiss fell just like that.
…
In fact, what's the reckoning
Who is willing to settle accounts.
It's just that I feel too distressed, and I want this person to learn a lesson from now on, don't do anything reckless, and don't leave any wounds and sore spots.
I can't beat it, I can't deny it...
No way to start, no choice.
This is probably the so-called one thing falls one thing.
***
This kiss was long and tangled. It was a little heavy at first, and then gradually became gentle and intimate.
At a certain moment, Chen Buo suddenly heard Wen Shi's voice, as if asking, "Do you like me?"
He stepped aside slightly and whispered, "What kind of silly question is this."
When smelling, he leaned his back against the wall and half-closed his eyes, turned his head to breathe for a while, then turned his face, with long shadows of interlaced eyelashes in his eyes: "What?"
"The sentence you just asked." Chen Dao said.
"I do not have."
"You said..." Chen Bubu was stunned for a moment, suddenly realizing that Wen Shi was grabbing his arm and responding to him. How to speak.
He lowered his eyes and saw the puppet thread entangled in the hands of the two, and finally understood the source of the question. That was the thought that flashed in Wen Shi's heart for a moment, because of the relationship between the puppet lines, he listened to it.
Wen Shi also looked at the puppet line and reacted accordingly.
There was blood from his neck to the back of his ears. I don't know if it was because of the kiss, or because he was caught in the dust and heard that sentence.
He looked down at the puppet thread, and was about to withdraw the hand wrapped around the thread.
As soon as it was about to move, it was caught by dust.
"Why do you ask that?"
why
Smell and think.
Because this man has been so nice to him all along. It was so good that he sometimes couldn't tell whether the other party was accustomed to him or liked him.
Because I don't know when the other party started to like him, and why he liked him.
Because there is still something missing.
He wanted something distinguishable enough.
He never opened his mouth when he smelled it.
He has always been like this. What he says is always different from what he thinks in his heart. He is always bored and can't say what he wants.
This kind of temper may not be tolerated by anyone for too long.
But no dust could be heard.
He never opened his mouth, but he could always hear him.
Even if there are no puppet lines involved, just look into his eyes.
When smelling, the eyebrows and eyes were actually not soft, they were kind of sharp and good-looking. When they weren't smiling, they often seemed to be watching from the sidelines, but when they smiled, they looked different.
As for now, those eyes are covered with damp water mist, and there is still love. Except for the dust, there will be no second person to see it.
Chen Duo hooked the puppet line, looked at those unique eyes, and silently said what he wanted when he heard it.
At that moment, he had the most contradictory temperament.
The most restrained and straightforward, cold and lustful, is the mountain snow full of tea stoves resting on the tip of the fire in the middle of winter.
"There is no second such person in the world, how can you not like it."
Chen Bu's eyes swept across the side of his neck, where the imprint of divine scourge had briefly appeared there, but the imprint had long since disappeared, leaving only a faint reddish scar.
He brushed his thumb over the chin when he smelled it, and tilted his head to kiss it there.
When he smelled it, his eyelashes moved slightly, and his Adam's apple slipped.
…
Because the medicated bath has opened up the relationship between the bones and muscles, it is very easy to sweat when you smell it.
There were wet marks on the couch, and the bitter fragrance of the medicinal juice was smeared. Later, there were more mixed, and the dampness spread.
A person who is obviously so stubborn is soft at this time.
It's a blend of extreme cold and extreme heat.
At a certain moment, he suddenly remembered that later generations often said that the fingers of the top puppet masters are slender and distinct, and every joint is straight and beautiful. When wrapped around the puppet thread, the muscles and bones are even more uniform, and every movement and stillness is pleasing to the eye.
Something that is obviously very ordinary has now become a nonsense.
No one is more familiar with dusty fingers than he is.
When this thought flashed past, a large red spot appeared on his neck, and he was going to grab the man's wrist with his back. But only hooked the puppet line scattered all over the couch.
The next second, he pressed his forehead deeper into the pillow and rubbed his knees on the couch.
…
The dim yellow light of the candle dazzled in this corner, illuminating a thin layer of blood on his knees and in front of him.
He sat on his knees, half of the puppet thread was still on his fingers, and half of it was no longer tangled. He heard the man whisper, "Call someone."
He pressed against the other's shoulder, pursing his lips tightly, unable to speak at all.
After an unknown amount of time, he opened his eyes and said in a hoarse voice, "No dust."
He called the other party's name many times. At first, it was called "Chen Dao", but it was always difficult, so he changed his name to "Xie Wen".
After that, it got messed up, and no matter how funny he was, he didn't speak anymore.
…
When I fell asleep, I can't remember when I smelled it.
He only remembered that when he closed his eyes, he reached out and groped for a while, and grabbed the other's fingers. It's like taking advantage of everything that night to confirm that this person really exists and will never lose it again.
What he didn't know was that when he was about to fall asleep and was no longer conscious. Chen Dao clasped his hand and said a word to him through the puppet line.
It was what he had doubted in his mind before—
There are so many people up and down the mountain, why me
In fact, I can't tell if it's dusty.
He has indeed traveled too many places and seen too many people and things. It seems that no matter who asks a question, he can answer it.
He knows the ins and outs of many things, and understands many truths that ordinary people don't understand. Even life and death were just partings in his eyes, and they were no different from the countless partings he had experienced.
He can answer countless "whys", but this sentence alone, he can't answer.
Maybe this is something I don't understand.
If I had to say...
Maybe it was that winter night many years ago.
He had just finished cultivating the fate of the world and was recuperating in that undisclosed mountain, when he suddenly received a letter from Lao Mao.
The letter stated that Wen Shi encountered some troubles down the mountain. He happened to pass by Songyun Mountain and went to his house to read a book. Maybe he would stay for two days.
At that time, he was in an unprecedented state, exhausted and weak, and even a little gloomy due to the influence of those mortal relationships, and he couldn't hold on to his usual appearance.
He shouldn't have come out of that col.
But he closed the letter, stood by the lake for a long time, and came out of the col.
He couldn't open the gate too far, and almost walked back to Songyun Mountain. After passing through several towns and seeing new wind lanterns hanging everywhere, he remembered that it was an auspicious day, some places called it the winter solstice, and some places called it the long.
Habits vary from place to place, but what he remembers most is the cities and villages at the foot of Songyun Mountain.
Every ten years, people in the village will put on lights at night.
At that time ten years ago, several apprentices were in their teens and still young. They happened to be not in Songyun Mountain, so they couldn't see that scene.
Bu Ning, Zhong Si and Zhuang Ye muttered for several days, always saying sorry. Only when I heard it, I didn't say anything. But he couldn't tell from the dust that he was the most unhappy.
The other three were oblivious, and they didn't take it seriously. It didn't take long for it to be forgotten and never mentioned again. Only when I smelled it, I kept thinking about it.
It was exactly ten years until that day.
He couldn't help suspecting that Wen Shi had come back to the mountain to see the lights.
So he quickened his pace and returned to Songyun Mountain at nightfall.
He remembered that it was extremely cold that day, and a thin layer of frost had formed on the mountain road. The bottom of the mountain is very lively, people and languages are mixed, and it can even be passed up along the mountain.
He listened to those voices, and when he reached the top of the mountain, he saw the man leaning against the pine branches.
Like a pile of snow that fell early.
The man could recognize his footsteps, stood up from the branches almost immediately, fell to the ground, and looked at him from a not too far distance.
Coincidentally.
At the moment he landed, the people at the foot of the mountain were busy all day, and finally released the lights.
Hundreds of lanterns rose from the bottom of the mountain, flew over the pine forest and the mountain wall, and flew to a higher place. It was a grand sight only once every ten years.
But when he heard it, he didn't know it at all, he turned his back there and just looked at him.
At that time, Chen Duo stopped for a while and said to him, "Snowman, look back."
He was stunned for a moment, turned around, and saw the sky full of lights.
When he turned back, he was smiling.
He smiled and said, "No dust, it's the winter solstice."
At that moment, Chen Duo looked at him, and suddenly felt so exhausted.
Maybe it was that winter night full of lights, and he finally realized that he was not without his worries.
He has sent countless people, unrelated to him, related to him, and he can always turn around and leave to say goodbye to the next time.
Only this, as long as one more look, he will never be able to leave again.