This year's lunar March has thirty days, twenty-seven today, twenty-nine the day after tomorrow, thirty the day after tomorrow, plus the first day of the next month...
Xie Ziyou was silent.
The options are… a little closer.
"Father, it's too urgent!" Xie Heng couldn't help but smile bitterly, "We're not in a hurry."
Xie Ziyou moved his ears slightly, and looked sideways at him.
This sentence is a lie.
Xie Heng is indeed lying, he is actually very anxious, wishing to worship the high hall immediately and enter the bridal chamber overnight... Bah, he is not in a hurry to enter the bridal chamber, he just wants to settle his name quickly, and Xie Ziyou will be his dignified Taoist partner in the future , nothing can separate them.
But he had to consider Xie Ziyou's mood.
Xie Heng always has an inexplicable sense of uneasiness, as if Xie Ziyou is a butterfly wandering among the flowers, being controlled by him for a while, he reluctantly lands in his palm, and if he is not careful, he will fly away from between his fingers without looking back.
Until the twilight, the two left Xie Tianwang hand in hand, Xie Heng still felt it was like a dream.
When he returned to the small courtyard, he was uneasy all the time. For a while, he was thinking about the haste he left last night, and the house was messy. .
But after a while, it turned out that these worries were purely unfounded.
Xie Ziyou stepped into the gate, seeing the layout similar to the previous life, he couldn't help but raise his lips slightly.
When I saw Xie Tianwang just now, he was still a little cautious, but now he really let go, strolling around the house, with a familiar appearance like a fish in water, he seemed more like the owner of this room than Xie Heng.
... and arrogantly occupied Xie Heng's bathroom.
"The hair is all messed up like this, and you don't know to remind me?" Xie Ziyou grabbed the end of his hair, glanced at him in disgust, and casually opened Xie Heng's wardrobe with one hand, "The clothes are also dirty, damn the wall dust... I I don’t have a change of clothes, so you can borrow these few from me.”
Xie Heng: "...?"
He stood aside in a daze, watching Xie Ziyou pull out a set of snow-white obscene clothes from the closet, and Shi Shiran walked into the bathroom.
The young man lived alone, and the bathrooms were built very close together, only separated by a few glass screens.
Before Xie Heng came back to his senses, he saw a few dirty clothes being thrown on the screen, followed by the crisp sound of the man stepping into the bathtub, warm water overflowing and splashing on the ground.
The glass screen transmits light from top to bottom, and even if the curtain is drawn, it can still show a vague and blurry human figure.
Xie Heng couldn't help recalling a few pictures in his mind, the ones he saw when he substituted the sword bone - the ankles were white, the skin was delicate, the waist was thin and flexible, the water flowed down the delicate butterfly bone, like a waterfall of black hair wet in strands...
His nose suddenly felt hot.
not good!
The young man raised his hands and raised his head, pinched the wings of his nose, and walked out dizzy, thinking: I need to blow the cold wind, to suppress my shock...
Stepping out of the gate, the night wind blows against the face, and the bright moon shines in the sky, casting a silky and smooth light.
Xie Heng stood quietly under the bluestone for a long time.
Suddenly someone in a pink dress came from the bottom of the mountain.
"Brother Xie!" Xu Wan'er shouted from a distance, stood on tiptoe on the mountain road, and waved to Xie Heng.
She lived a very good life in Xuanlingzong. She ate some delicacies and panacea every day. Her thin body gradually plumped up, and her fair cheeks showed a healthy blush. Cutting the marrow, the temperament becomes more elegant and noble, revealing the rudiments of a fairy who does not eat the fireworks of the world.
Xie Heng collected himself, smiled and said, "Why are you here?"
"I heard about your happy event!" Xu Wan'er blinked, and then said angrily, "It's too much, for such an important matter as snatching a marriage, why don't you call me?"
Xie Heng smiled bitterly and shook his head, apologized: "I didn't mean to hide it from you, it's just that the situation is urgent, I didn't think about it that much."
"...I don't care, I'm angry, so I won't talk to you." The girl stuck out her tongue playfully and said with a smile, "I want to see my sister-in-law—where is my sister-in-law?"
Just as Xie Heng wanted to refuse, the wooden door behind him was pushed open with a "squeak", and Xie Ziyou walked out softly in a black coat.
The steaming hot water made his fair cheeks flushed.
The wet hair was tied back casually, the tails of the eyes were slightly raised, and the peach blossom eyes were narrowed comfortably, with a satisfied look.
Seeing Xu Wan'er, Xie Ziyou was a little surprised, he was stunned for a moment and then greeted, "...how are you?"
Xu Wan'er had a "sure enough" expression.
"It really is you," the girl sighed leisurely, "I said that in the secret realm, Brother Xie looked at you in a wrong way. He didn't admit it at the time, but he said that there are spirit herbs by the lake..."
"Don't talk about me," Xie Heng smiled wryly, seeing that the girl was about to reveal the whole truth, "Aren't you the same yourself, what do you mean there are spirit flowers by the lake?"
"What are spirit flowers? When my sister-in-law met the crab, brother Xie was only half a step away from rushing up. Only half a step away!"
"..."
Xie Ziyou leaned against the door frame, watched the two of them reveal each other, and nodded thoughtfully.
He suddenly thought of another person in the secret realm, and asked casually, "Who... Where is Zhao Ruhao? Isn't he with you?"
All around suddenly quiet.
Xu Wan'er's delicate smile froze on her face, and the curve of her mouth suddenly became very stiff. The girl turned her head in a panic, her hair fluttering, which perfectly concealed the flash of disappointment in her eyes.
"He Why did he want to be with me." She murmured.
After a pause, Xu Wan'er raised her head with a forced smile: "Let's not talk about him, this is a gift from me to my sister-in-law and Brother Xie."
As she spoke, she handed out a small light pink purse.
When the ribbon is torn apart, there are two beautiful concentric knots inside, skillfully woven with red silk thread, with two transparent beads in the middle, emitting a glittering halo under the night, like a trickling stream or a turbulent river of stars.
"Very beautiful," Xie Heng smiled, "Thank you."
Xie Ziyou nodded at the side.
Regarding Zhao Ruhao, he still had doubts in his heart, but seeing Xu Wan'er's poor condition, he obviously didn't want to continue discussing this topic in depth, so Xie Ziyou had no choice but to keep silent.
Xu Wan'er didn't stay for long, and trotted down the mountain on the grounds that she "doesn't want to disturb Brother Xie's relationship".
As soon as she left, only Xie Heng and Xie Ziyou were left in the room, looking at each other for a moment without incident.
The fragrance after bathing was lingering in the air, Xie Ziyou's face was still flushed with the hot water, like the rays of light falling on fine enamel, the end of his eyes were also reddish, and he glanced over like a small hook.
Xie Heng stared blankly, momentarily distracted, as if thousands of ants were crawling across his chest.
The young man in front of him was wrapped in a cloak with double-breasted and large sleeves. The breeze was blowing, and the long sleeves fluttered, revealing his slender ankles and wrists. His fingertips were slightly cool, but his palms were warm.
The underwear is brand new, but Xie Heng's size is a little too big for Xie Ziyou. When he is lazily leaning against the door rail, the neckline will droop, revealing a small half of his white chest, and the beautiful clavicle/bone outline is half hidden , is very attractive.
Xie Heng swallowed quietly.
So tempting.
It was so fragrant that he almost had a headache.
Usually through the sword-bone synaesthesia, I don't see this person so unrestrained at home
How could he bear such a temptation
Xie Ziyou quietly observed Xie Heng's every move, seeing the young man's brows were slightly frowned, but a blush appeared on his face, and he turned his head hastily, his heart was filled with joy.
He deliberately ignored the drooping collar, and moved closer to Xie Heng step by step, put the young man on the shoulders maliciously, poked his waist with his elbow, and said softly: "Hey, it's been a long night, what shall we do?"
Spiritual flowers and rare herbs were placed in the bathing water. At this moment, the fragrance was tangy, piercing directly into Xie Heng's nostrils, turning into a hot current and rushing downward, making him feel like he was in a mess.
"... Put on your clothes and be careful not to catch a cold."
Barely suppressing the agitation in his heart, Xie Heng managed to squeeze out a word.
He raised his slightly stiff hand to help Xie Ziyou put his collar together.
The fingertips accidentally touched the delicate skin, and the warmth came along the fingertips. The corners of Xie Heng's eyes trembled slightly, and his fingers trembled.
Xie Ziyou propped his chin, looked at his lover's handsome face, and smiled maliciously: "If... what do I have to do with you?"
"... You're not married yet, so please restrain yourself."
Xie Heng rejected a few words vaguely, his voice was very low, and he said the words of refusal, but he was in a posture of being caught without a fight.
Pausing for a moment, he put on a troubled expression again, and said in a low voice: "If you insist... I can struggle deliberately..."
"puff!"
Xie Ziyou couldn't help it, and laughed heartily.
While laughing, he patted Xie Heng on the shoulder: "You think beautifully! You mean it, I mean it with you."
As he spoke, Xie Ziyou tilted his head slightly, his cheeks flushed slightly, and he kissed the corner of Xie Heng's mouth in astonishment.
"Okay, the meaning is over." Xie Ziyou wiped his mouth, put his hands behind his back leisurely, turned around and left, "If you have nothing to do, go to bed early, I'm a little tired, go to bed first, good night."
Xie Heng stood there dumbfounded, watching the door curtain open and close, the slender figure of the young man swayed, got on his bed, pulled off his quilt, and lay down very naturally.
... and this is the end
He raised his hand blankly, touched the corner of his slightly hot mouth, then lowered his eyes, and glanced between his legs.
——It's really hateful, after teasing but not giving aftermath, the "meaning" is still so perfunctory.
Xie Heng smiled helplessly, then turned and walked to the bathroom.
The blood is restless, and I am afraid that I have to take a cold shower again.
But after walking a few steps, Xie Heng suddenly stopped again.
its not right!
Xie Ziyou slept on his bed, where did he sleep
…
Of course Xie Ziyou doesn't mind sharing the bed with Xie Heng.
In his heart, he is an old man, what can he not do
This kind of thing of getting married has been done in the previous life. Seriously, this should be the 101st anniversary of their marriage.
But Xie Heng didn't think so.
He tried hard to suppress his desire, and let Xie Ziyou tease him in every possible way, and when he couldn't take it anymore, he ran to take a cold shower.
In Xie Heng's eyes, getting married is a very ceremonial matter. Even though Xie Ziyou is a man and not as particular as a girl, he still hopes to give his lover the fullest respect and protection.
Before getting married, Xie Heng lived happily and painfully, while Xie Ziyou had fun—he never believed that an old hooligan like Xie Heng could take all his teasing without any disturbance.
But after a few days, the time to get married finally came.
Xie Ziyou came to his senses only when Xie Heng was pinned down on the bed with red eyes.
He finally realized exactly how hard this man has been holding back these days, and how his every move added fuel to the fire.
—An arrogant person always has to pay the price for his actions.
Xie Ziyou couldn't help sobbing softly, and tightly clung to Xie Heng's shoulder, scratching a few red marks on his fingertips.
Under the ruthless pressure of the young self-taught boy, with a crying voice, he intermittently reviewed his recent indiscretions, and was pressed and called "Sang Gong" a few times before he was finally let go by Xie Heng, who still had more to say.
Xie Heng didn't know that when his dear Youyou blinked her moist peach blossom eyes, and was held in his arms and called "Sanggong", when her back was arched and her face was lively, all she could think of were other words .
—Damn it, Xie Heng, you, it's over.