Xie Heng swears to God, when he picked up the soup bowl and walked this way, he never thought that things would unfold in such a way.
He squatted on the ground in a daze, watching the bright-eyed and white-toothed young man beside him pick up the stone bowl, and drank the warm soup in small sips. His peach blossom eyes narrowed slightly contentedly, and his cheeks were blushed.
Water stains sit on thin lips, giving them a more vibrant color.
Curly mist rose from the surface of the soup, Xie Ziyou's side face was shrouded in pale white mist, and the moisture stained the black hair on his forehead. From Xie Heng's angle, he could see two dense and slender black eyelashes, a small brush Shaking like a slender butterfly fluttering its wings.
The fragrance of the soup wafts in the wind.
Mingming scooped it up from the same soup pot, but the soup in front of him was a hundred times more delicious than the one he had tasted before, and the aroma was as mellow as fine wine.
The side face of the young man who is close at hand is even more alluring. The white and tender skin is surrounded by mist, and the long hair is pinned behind the ears, revealing the delicate and red earlobes. One can't help but think...
Xie Heng swallowed subconsciously, his Adam's apple rolled a few times, and his throat became dry.
No, stop!
How sinful! It's just a bowl of soup, how could he have such a bad association!
But there was another voice in Xie Heng's heart, and he said earnestly: Anyway, he also likes you, doesn't he
Could it be that if anyone gave a bowl of soup, he would push himself out
No, absolutely not, Xie Ziyou said that just because you were the one who handed him the soup.
This is not just going down the steps, this is simply a show of love!
Two trends of thought stirred back and forth in my heart, and gradually the east wind overwhelmed the west wind. Xie Heng looked at Xie Ziyou Ruyu's profile without blinking, and thought dazedly, maybe I can...
The young man raised his hand hesitantly, and slowly stretched it forward, tentatively touching Xie Ziyou's forehead.
Xie Ziyou didn't know the messy thoughts in Xie Heng's mind, he gurgled and swallowed the soup, and there was only one thought in his mind: his grandma's really delicious.
The hermit crab dives at the bottom of Linghu Lake all year round, feeds on spirit fish and plants in the water, and is washed by the water full of mysterious energy in the secret realm every day, not only has a hard carapace, but also the tender meat inside is also elastic. The white meat is like jade, the crab roe is like gold, one mouthful is full of fragrance, and more profound power is melted in it, and it turns into a surging heat flow after entering the abdomen, circulating around the body.
A bowl of soup was sold for ten taels of silver, which is really cheap. If such a spiritual thing that is very beneficial to monks is placed outside, even if it is sold for a spar a bowl, there may be some people who are willing.
After eating the hot soup, Xie Ziyou felt refreshed, his limbs were full of strength, and his cultivation had improved a bit.
And after a few months, I tasted the unique and skillful craftsmanship of my lover again. The familiar feeling that I thought was goodbye forever was more intoxicating than the wonderful fresh soup.
After drinking the hot soup, I felt warm all over. I saw the young man approaching with his hands. His slender and well-articulated hands seemed to penetrate time and space. Back to the days of being carefree in Luoling.
Xie Ziyou casually stuffed the empty soup bowl into Xie Heng's hand, licked the corner of his mouth with satisfaction, and subconsciously said, "Guan Heng, have another bowl."
As soon as the words were out of his mouth, Xie Ziyou suddenly felt a little strange.
What did you just say? Guan Heng
... Fuck!
What kind of familiar skills, what is immersive, all of them were forgotten by Xie Ziyou in an instant, and his heart rate soared to one hundred and eighty.
Xie Ziyou hurriedly raised his head, and in front of him, the boy's hand holding the stone bowl froze suddenly—
The smile faded from Xie Heng's handsome face at a speed visible to the naked eye.
The corners of Xie Heng's mouth were tightened, his brows and eyes revealed a bit of sharpness, his eyes gleamed with unbelievable light, his five fingers tightly grasped the edge of the stone bowl, and he asked in surprise, "Guan Heng... who is it?"
…
Xu Wan'er is not like Xie Heng, she can walk through the forest silently, but Zhao Ruhao is not a very sensitive person, the young man frowned, squatting on the ground playing with a few dirty fish in the ashes, until there were clear footsteps behind him With a sound, he turned his head wearily.
"Where did you go?" He asked distressed, "Come and see, this fish is not familiar... Hey, why is it you?"
Zhao Ruhao stared blankly at the girl's delicate cheeks, then lowered his head, and saw that his fingertips were covered with dust, he was holding a dead branch in his palm, his head was burnt into a crooked scorched color, and there were faint sparks floating in the wind. In the middle, all of them are extinguished in an instant.
The hem of the clothes was torn, the silver sleeves were covered with burnt black ashes, the leather boots were torn open, the round toes protruded from the cracks, and the gaps between the fingers were full of mud.
A half-burned fish lay beside him, staring at his big eyes, as if mocking his stupidity and ignorance.
Zhao Ruhao was stunned for a few seconds, while Xu Wan'er blushed slightly, raised the stone bowl in her hand, and whispered: "Hey, there is a bowl of soup, I can't drink it, do you want to eat it?"
The girl's voice was clear and crisp, like a bell, falling into Zhao Ruhao's ears, but it was like thunder.
As if his hand was scalded by flames, Zhao Ruhao threw away the dead branch in his hand and jumped up from the ground in a panic.
While patting the dust all over his body anxiously, he turned his body awkwardly, trying to cover the holes in his body and the exposed toes on the soles of his boots, while raising his head ferociously, he growled, "Who wants you to give alms?"
Xu Wan'er: "???"
The girl opened her eyes wide in astonishment, thinking how could it be charity
It is so rare that such a rare spiritual thing is boiled into soup, and it tastes extremely delicious, but she herself has no taste in drinking it because of worries in her heart. Covering his face in his subtle eyes, he fled.
I really lost all the reservedness of my daughter's family.
Zhao Ruhao's evasive attitude made people feel chilling, Xu Wan'er lowered her face, and thrust the bowl into Zhao Ruhao's hand: "I'll take it for you, why are there so many nonsense."
Zhao Ruhao thought to himself, I am not.
An inexplicable anger stirred in the boy's chest, stimulating him to push the bowl back in disgust, and shouted: "The leftovers are for others to drink, Xu Wan'er, it's really you, who are you fooling?"
"Who said it was leftovers?"
"You said it yourself! Didn't you just give it to me when you couldn't drink it?"
"... That's just a rhetoric!"
Xu Wan'er was short of breath, her willow eyebrows were frowned, the tip of her small nose was tinged with red, she lowered her eyes, and said unwillingly, "Do you want me to kowtow to invite you before you are willing to drink?"
"... I don't drink that, anyway, I don't drink."
Zhao Ruhao's eyes wandered, he turned around quickly, and squatted down by the ashes again.
The boy picked up a dead branch from the ground, and poked at the dead spirit fish lying in the black ashes.
He gritted his teeth, using the small wooden stick as a long sword, poked and poked angrily, piercing several bloody holes in the soft fish.
The skin of the fish was scorched, but the internal organs were not cooked yet. The scarlet blood slowly flowed out from the hole and penetrated into the brown soil. A strong muddy smell wafted quietly, piercing the two people's noses like needles.
Xu Wan'er stood frozen on the spot for a long time, staring at her pretty eyes, and wanted to put the soup bowl on the young boy's head several times, but couldn't hold it back.
She took a deep breath, her chest rose and fell violently, and she barely squeezed out a word, stretching the remaining patience and tenderness on the strings.
"If you don't eat this, what are you going to eat?" The girl tried her best to maintain a gentle tone, and said calmly, "Don't be angry, let's exchange the head office? This soup is for you, and the fish is for me."
These words stimulated Zhao Ruhao even more—he caught the spirit fish, picked up the firewood himself, and implemented the decision to bury the ashes with his own hands. He was full of expectations and wanted to bake a delicacy for his sweetheart, but the result was beyond imagination. Far from it.
This kind of rubbish cannot be given away!
Seeing Xu Wan'er leaning over to pick up the fish, Zhao Ruhao's pupils shrank suddenly, subconsciously pounced forward, knocked the girl away, took the first step, and grabbed the fish in his hand.
The sticky and slippery touch came from the palm, like holding a handful of mud.
"boom!"
At the same time, the clear sound of the stone bowl shattering rang in the young man's ears, the aroma overflowed and the soup splashed.
A drop of water landed on Zhao Ruhao's lips, and he subconsciously licked it, it was salty.
It is indeed very fresh.
In the next second, panic surged in like waves, and the boy realized belatedly that he had accidentally knocked down Xu Wan'er... and the stone bowl in her hand in order to snatch the fish.
Zhao Ruhao raised his head nervously.
— Facing a pair of bright red eyes.
The tails of the eyes were bright red, and water vapor filled the eye sockets at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the long eyelashes trembled violently, with water vapor hanging from them.
"Zhao, Ru, Hao,"
Xu Wan'er bit her lower lip tightly, her eyes were full of water, she paused every word, each word was forced out from between her teeth.
"I don't care if you live or die, I'm a pig!"
…
The first intimate contact between the two parties ended in failure due to a small mistake.
Xie Ziyou's eyes were drooping, and when he returned to the lake in distress, he happened to see Zhao Ruhao holding a dead branch and raising his head in a daze.
The young man sat in a daze, his expression gloomy, and he wanted to reach out to pull Xu Wan'er's flying sleeves.
But the slender hand hesitated for a moment in mid-air, but in the end it couldn't hold it, and it remained stagnant for a long time, until the girl's figure disappeared behind the old tree, and then slowly hung down in loss.
The pair didn't seem to be going too well either.
Xie Ziyou pulled himself together, stepped forward, and patted Zhao Ruhao on the shoulder: "It's a bad start? It's okay, keep working hard, in fact, I..."
He wanted to comfort the young man, but he didn't expect Zhao Ruhao's shoulders to shake suddenly, he quickly raised his hand to brush Xie Ziyou's hand away, turned his head in displeasure, and muttered, "Who said I was a bad student?"
Xie Ziyou: "..."
Hey, the girl is crying like that, how can this man talk nonsense with a shy face
Seeing the doubt in Xie Ziyou's eyes, Zhao Ruhao raised his chin and snorted coldly.
"Isn't that knowledgeable?" The young man said arrogantly, "I can't be moved by poverty, I can't be subdued by might, and I won't eat anything that comes from me, which moved her to tears."
Xie Ziyou: "..."
He secretly rolled his eyes, thinking, I believe you a ghost.
"What did you want to say just now?" Zhao Ruhao asked again, "What's wrong with you?"
In fact, it was Zhao Ruhao's depressed expression just now that made people feel sad, Xie Ziyou had a rare urge to comfort others, and wanted to say that his plan was not ideal, so that Zhao Ruhao felt better.
But the facts have proved that this person's ability to bear pressure is far beyond Xie Ziyou's estimation, and his thick skin is as thick as that of a certain Guan surnamed Pippi Shrimp.
Xie Ziyou immediately changed his mind.
He turned his face away, raised his eyebrows, and wrote lightly in the same arrogant tone: "Ah, it's okay."
"Even if we made a deal, he admitted that he liked me early on, for a hundred years, and will continue to like me in the future... until the end of time."