Squeak-dumb-
When the old wooden door opened, there was an unpleasant rubbing sound. Yu Zhen's heart raised his throat, touched his pocket, and squeezed the cracked peace bead.
The cold wind blew in along the half-open door, and rushed toward the door.
Yu Zhen's brain, which was slightly active because of the aroma of peach blossom porridge, froze again, and his coldness came back again, with unprecedented ferocity. He shivered uncontrollably, his eyes suddenly turned black, and before he could see the appearance of the person behind the door, his body fell uncontrollably toward the ground.
boom!
There was the sound of the wooden door hitting the wall, and after two rapid footsteps, the waist suddenly tightened, the falling body was stabilized, and the warm breath enveloped the sky.
During the chaos, the Ping An beads were taken out of his pocket and dropped to the ground. The originally hard beads suddenly became extremely fragile, and broke apart at the moment they fell and turned into a few ordinary brown granular small stones.
So warm.
Yu Zhen, whose sight gradually returned to normal, had no time to take care of this ancestral precious bead. He instinctively reached out and hugged the source of warmth in front of him, pressed his whole body into it, and breathed in greedily. Very warm breath, eagerly like a drug addict.
"Sorry, I'm late."
Yin Yan let him hold him, looking down at his haggard face, a wave of waves appeared in his indifferent eyes, his arms moved back together, and he firmly pressed the person who was still trying to lean against him, his hair was windless and automatically, as if There is strange energy all around.
Squeak-click, bang.
The wooden door of Taoism that has been beaten by wind and rain for decades cannot stand the brutal "pushing" of the visitors. When the two of them hugged each other, they slanted and collapsed, leaving Yin Yan's fingerprints and decayed cracks when they were in a hurry. When it reaches the ground, it raises a lot of dust.
"Gosh..."
Yin Le, who came one step later, stood behind Weng Xiping, who was blocking the door, and looked at the two people in the courtyard who were "hugging affectionately", and stretched out his hand to pull Weng Xiping's clothes.
"Uncle Weng, you pinch me, I, I feel like I'm dreaming."
Weng Xiping was pulled back to his mind by him and glanced at the door panel on the ground. Because he was so shocked, a question that was not the point at all came up in his mind strangely.
"Little master, the eldest master opened half of the door when he first visited, and when I go back, how should I report to my wife."
Yin Le looked down at the door panel, stupidly following his thoughts, and then suddenly realized that it is not time to care about this. He pulled his sleeve hard, and wentssip lowered his voice anxiously and said, "This is not the point! Look! Look at brother, he, he and a man are actually hugging each other!"
"Isn't the eldest master wanting to marry the other party? It's normal to hug each other." Weng Xiping had been shocked and completely lost his ability to think normally.
Yin Le was about to collapse, and continued: "But the two of them have met before! One side! Only then, they hugged them when they saw the second!"
Also hugged as if the two have been in love with each other for a long time!
Although my eldest brother said he had chosen this young savior as a marriage partner, shouldn't the normal procedure be to get to know each other first, and then slowly get in touch with each other? When I got to the big brother, why did he hug him directly
He didn't understand this development!
"Isn't Mrs. Young who didn't resist, more hugs are good for the development of the relationship."
Weng Xiping continued to hold his steady and mature face, and said something that was totally unreliable, and automatically changed his name to Yu Zhen.
"..."
Yin Le finally knew what the pig teammate looked like, angrily threw away his sleeves, squeezed him a step forward, and wanted to implicitly remind the two forgetful people at the door, but did not guard against the high threshold of the old building, he raised his leg. Low, his toes kicked to the edge of the threshold, his body tilted, his hands waved in a panic, and he grabbed the other half of the door.
Squeak-puff!
Snapped!
"what!"
"Little Master, be careful!"
The wooden door of the Taoist Temple was too old. After Yin Yan accidentally removed the half door on the right, Yin Le did not disappoint the people and took down the remaining half door on the left.
Yu Zhen, whose body was gradually warming up, was taken aback by the sound of the door panel slamming on the ground. After a while, he realized who he was holding. "The human-shaped hand-warming bag moved to the door.
Phew, the north wind blew in from the hollow door frame, completely waking up his warm brain.
Yin Le was sitting on the dilapidated door panel, with dust standing on the down jacket. Seeing Yu Zhen looking over, the expression on his face became calm and numb after the embarrassment overflowed. She stupidly raised her hand and waved, and greeted with a dry smile: "Meeting for the first time... Well, hello, sister-in-law."
Yu Zhen: "???"
He seemed to have heard some terrible vocabulary just now
But this is not the point now.
He walked two steps quickly and stood in front of the door, looking at the wooden door that was almost completely scrapped on the ground, was stunned for a few seconds, then suddenly turned around and ran towards Guannei.
"Uh… "
There was no response to the greeting, Yin Le's raised hand fell down and gently grabbed his hair. Seeing that his eldest brother turned and looked over after Yu Zhen ran away, he suddenly felt a little guilty. He climbed up and explained: "I, I just don't Be careful… "
Yin Yan ignored his explanation, reached out to unbutton his coat and took off his clothes directly, then threw the clothes into his arms, motioned to the corner of the door, and said, "Stand over there."
Yin Le stepped forward reflexively, and then realized that Yin Yan had actually taken off his coat. Now he was standing at the door wearing only a shirt and a sweater against the cold wind. He was anxious, and hurriedly shook his coat and stepped forward. One step, he said: "Brother, your body hasn't fully healed yet, so you can't get cold."
Yin Yan gently blocked his hand, shook his head, squatted down and supported the door panel on the ground, then walked to the door frame, observed the decayed and broken wooden wedges, and held a toolbox from the inside. Yu Zhen who ran out stretched out his hand.
"hammer."
Yu Zhen stopped and raised his eyes, only then could he really see his appearance.
Pale, but handsome, the light shone diagonally when he looked sideways, and there was an illusion that he was giving alms from the clouds.
It's not a ghost, ghosts can't grow like this.
"We must first remove the old wooden wedges, hammer."
Yin Yan handed it forward, and the eyes that met him were not evasive. It was obviously a normal and calm look, but when he kept watching, suddenly there was a gentle and affectionate posture.
Weng Xiping’s gaze turned back and forth between the two facing each other, reached out and held Yin Le, who wanted to go forward again to put Yin Yan clothes on, dragged him to the corner, then secretly took out his phone, clicked on WeChat, and looked for A number was dialed and a video call was made.
"Still cold?"
Still unable to get a response, Yin Yan's outstretched hand flipped and lifted, touching Yu Zhen's face very naturally.
Yu Zhen finally returned to his senses, hurriedly tilted his head to avoid his hand, and suddenly became embarrassed for some reason. He squatted under cover and put the toolbox in place. After opening the box, he digs and digs and finds one. The dual-purpose hammer was handed over.
"give."
He spoke, his voice was much lower than expected, almost just making a breath.
After realizing this, he became more embarrassed, and the hand holding the hammer retracted, hesitating whether to raise his head and say it again, but his hand suddenly lightened, and then the shadow that was in front of him moved away, and Yin Yan leaned against the door. On the one hand, he squatted down to aim at the broken wooden wedge at the bottom of the door frame and pried it up.
"My name is Yin Yan, your name?"
"what?"
"your name."
Obviously they are pampered hands, but they are neat and skilled in carpentry work. There is a leisurely feeling between the slender finger movements, which makes people can't help but stare at them all the time.
Yu Zhen felt that his head was stuck by something again, and his thinking was a little slow. His eyes were fixed on his hand, and he obediently replied: "Yu, Yu Zhen, my name is Yu Zhen."
"Ok."
Yin Yan responded with a low voice, removed the wooden wedges he had picked up, and stretched out his hand in front of him again.
"What, what?"
Yu Zhen felt that his reaction was very embarrassing, but he couldn't control it.
Blunt thinking, not obedient at all.
"nail."
"Ah... oh, nails, nails."
Yu Zhen immersed his head in searching again, found two long pointed nails and held them in his hands. After carefully adjusting the angle, he gently placed them in the beautiful palms spread out in front of him.
In a hotel in the provincial capital, Qiu Feiqian and Yin Hexiang sat with their heads together, looking down at the screen of the phone, their eyes stopped on the thin clothes of their elder son, and then immediately turned to Yu Zhen, who was facing the camera. .
The dress is simple, the skin is white, the height should be a little shorter than that of my son, and his hair is a bit messy, but for a boy, he can understand it without paying attention to his image.
Qiu Feiqian reached out and turned off the phone microphone, and seriously commented: "Only the side face can be seen, but the appearance is good visually. Although the dress is simple, but very clean, and he also pays attention to keeping warm. Unlike the Han Ya, who is bare-legged outside in winter. Akira, don’t be afraid of old leg pain!"
The tutor made her not say anything more ugly, but she didn't cover up her disgust and disgust at all.
Yin Hexiang pretended not to hear his wife's slightly cursed last sentence, looked at the two people squatting together across the toolbox in the screen, and said with satisfaction: "Xiao Yan seems to like this child very much, and they talk a lot more."
"It's okay to speak." Qiu Feiqian looked at the screen of the phone again when he heard the words, and his eyes fell on Yin Yan, who was facing away from the camera. He reached out to touch his back, which was much thinner than before, and suddenly reached out to turn off the video.
Yin Hexiang couldn't stop him, and asked, "How did it turn off?"
"The young couple cultivated feelings, you dad peeking here, are you okay! Go, take my bag, Xiao Yan has lost a lot of weight, and the previous clothes don’t fit anymore, so I have to change all of them to new ones. Yes, let's go to the mall!"
"Change all?" Yin Hexiang couldn't keep up with his wife's rhythm.
"Yes, change it all!" Qiu Feiqian stood up, didn't know what was thinking, suddenly a distorted cold light appeared in his eyes, and sneered: "Xiao Yan just crawled out of a stinky quagmire, and the previous clothes were stained with mud. The stink of the odor has killed people, and they just changed all of them. I will live in the flower field in the future!"
"..."
Yin Hexiang opened his mouth and looked at his wife as if his son had gotten rid of the old pit and ushered in a new life, but the cold water could not be poured out.
The mud pit has indeed come out now, but can the flower field be moved to the house? Isn't it unclear