I didn't say anything, I could only ponder blindly, thinking about what you thought for a year. "
"Fu Wangzhi, you dare to dislike me."
Xie Changan picked up his trousers and wanted to wear them. Suddenly, he thought of something and squinted his red eyes back, "I slept in a brothel for three days, but I was so cowardly that I didn't do anything!"
The more Fu Wangzhi listened, the more painful his chest became. He hugged Xie Changan in his arms, kissed the tears little by little, kissed the man's trembling eyelashes, and said, "Xie Changan, I'm sorry."
Fu Wangzhi clasped Xie Changan's waist, rubbed his waist inch by inch, buried his face in his hair, and said, "I like you."
He never thought that the heartless Xie Changan had been stubbornly waiting for his words.
Xie Changan remained silent in Fu Wangzhi's arms, hesitated for a while, and took off the pants he just put on.
It was a little noisy, and the two of them seemed like nothing had happened in the blink of an eye. In fact, that's how it should be. If something happens, make a noise. If it doesn't work, you will do it. After the trouble is over, you will live your life. The most taboo is to hold back, holding back sooner or later will make people feel cold.
It just so happened that Xie Changan was a master who couldn't hold back his words. At first, he thought that the two men would have a good life, so he went straight to find Fu Wangzhi. Even if Fu Wangzhi didn't look for him this time, Xie Changan was going to go home after all that day, and he went home and told Fu Wangzhi that he felt wronged.
The hens are getting fatter and fatter recently. Xie Changan stared at the hens and drooled, and the fox's tail was about to come out. Fu Wangzhi stood beside Xie Changan, looking at the belly of the hen, um, it's about to lay eggs...
Within two days, the hen laid a nest of eggs, Xie Changan ate the chicken, and Fu Wangzhi ate the eggs. The two were satisfied and refreshed.
Before I knew it, it had entered the middle of winter, the cold wind was bleak, the medicinal materials were not easy to harvest, and the two of them were not very short of money, so they rectified and rested.
It's just that Xie Changan didn't expect that Fu Wangzhi could sleep for more than two days at a time, and he was lazy in everything he did, and his eyes were vague. Basically life is only left to eat, eat, sleep, make love, and fall asleep halfway through.
Xie Changan thought that Fu Wangzhi was ill, and was very worried. He heard that mortals were fragile and could not handle a little disaster or illness. So Xie Changan secretly went to ask Lang Zhong with Fu Wangzhi behind his back. Lang Zhong said that it was due to lack of qi and blood, and there was a buildup of internal fire, so he gave Xie Changan a stack of recuperation medicine. Xie Changan listened seriously, for fear that Fu Wangzhi might be ill.
Fu Wangzhi has also been trying to restrain himself in recent days, but the nature of snakes is hibernating, and their nature cannot be violated. When he looked up and saw Xie Changan came back with a big pile of medicine, he couldn't help laughing.
On this day, a Taoist priest who is not too savvy in Taoism came to the city, and he pointed to the west of the city and said that he was very demonic. Xie Changan was nibbling on melon seeds with Erlang's legs crossed in the shop. He heard the noise of pedestrians and said that a Taoist priest was coming. When he was nervous, he chewed the whole melon seeds into pieces, and his mouth was full of scum, so he quickly pooh pooh.
Sure enough, that night, as soon as the moon hook was hanging on the branch, the Taoist priest came and said to the nearby neighbors, "The night is overcast, and the demon is the strongest, and it's soaring into the sky."
Xie Changan's pair of fox ears and thief spirit, when he heard the noise of human voices, he knew that something was wrong. It was vaguely like someone was arranging an array, and this posture was to catch demons.
Xie Chang'an said, mere mortals, even your grandfather fox dare to offend, if this is in the wild, it will make you cry and find your mother. Thinking of himself, he kicked his leg angrily and woke Fu Wangzhi.
Later, the voice gradually dissipated, but Xie Changan knew that he would not give up.
He was not afraid of fighting with the Taoist priest, he was only afraid that the Taoist priest pointed at him and shouted evil spirits in front of Fu Wangzhi, and was afraid of seeing Fu Wangzhi's eyes.
The Taoist priest decided to visit the householder the next day to ask about the situation, but he didn't want to happen that the two of them were not at home by coincidence and did not return for a whole day.
Fu Wangzhi had noticed the aura of the inside when the Taoist priest entered the city, and the fact that it was particularly strong last night made his heart very bright.
The Taoist closed the door and asked around to find out that there were two men living in this yard, and that there had been no strange incidents or murders for many years, and he had a vague guess in his heart.
Xie Changan wandered around the city for a few laps. He wanted to find a place to rest, but when he recalled that his demonic aura was visible to the naked eye when he first lived, he was afraid that it would cause trouble, so he kept walking around. I also met Fu Wangzhi who was walking around.
The two of them had a face-to-face meeting, and neither of them said much, so they went their own way.
Xie Changan pondered for a day that day, and felt that this was not the way to go, so he took the initiative to find the Taoist priest and a small tea shop. He turned his head and saw that there was no one around, and secretly said to people, "I'm a demon."
The Taoist priest took a sip of tea and nodded calmly, "I know."
Xie Changan added, "I have never harmed anyone."
The Taoist took another sip of tea and nodded, "I know."
Xie Changan pondered for a moment, and said seriously, "I have my own reasons for staying in the world. My wife is a mortal, and I will leave after he has passed this life."
It was the Taoist priest's turn to be surprised, raised his eyebrows, and asked, "Mortal?"
Xie Chang'an nodded, "Yes, he has been short of qi and blood recently, weak and always lethargic. I have to take care of him."
The Taoist said in his heart that it was because he was a snake and he had to hibernate.
The Taoist priest listened to almost the same rhetoric twice in one day, and he didn't know whether to laugh or not.
"I don't have a hobby of fighting mandarin ducks. As long as you are devoted to kindness, I will not do superfluous things." The Taoist did not reveal it in the end, and the relationship was interesting, so let him continue to be interesting.
Xie Changan clasped his fists with both hands, "Thanks then."
Unconsciously, dozens of years have passed, and the dawn and the moon have slowly passed in the morning and evening, and the years are quiet.
Someone greeted Xie Changan on the street that day, but Xie Changan didn't recognize it. It wasn't until he had talked for a long time that he remembered that this was the cook who cooked on the wedding day, and he was so old-fashioned.
"Brother, why are you so white?" Xie Changan pointed to the cook's beard, but he didn't react for a while, and asked in confusion.
"Little Young Master, it's been more than 30 years, and you won't be able to accept the old man." The cook touched his stubble, and even his temples were stained with snow.
"It's been more than 30 years?" Xie Chang'an felt like he was struck by lightning. It's been more than 30 years?
No wonder Fu Wangzhi had gray hair a few days ago, and Xie Changan suddenly lost his mind, thinking about many things, and he felt uncomfortable for a while.
"It's just that the young master is so miraculous that he hasn't changed in the slightest for so many years." The cook raised his eyes and looked at the tall Xie Chang'an kindly.
"Cough, cough, no, no...cough recently, my body and bones are not very good." Xie Changan immediately lowered his head and coughed, his lungs were about to come out, and he was in a hurry to calculate how old he should be.
"Young master... the cough is too bad, but it's not tuberculosis."
"No, no, I'm getting old." Xie Changan's prevarication was full of loopholes. If he had to put aside his shrewdness on weekdays, this kind of thing would never happen, but he couldn't digest it after more than 30 years.
Xie Changan walked home with his head sullen, thinking in his heart that he was fifty, which meant that Fu Wangzhi was also fifty, and thinking about it made him feel unbearably uncomfortable.
He kicked open the door, pointed at the stool and looked at Fu Wangzhi, and said in a arrogant manner, "Sit down."
Fu Wangzhi lifted up his robe in confusion and sat on the mahogany chair, only to see Xie Changan reaching out and brushing Fu Wangzhi's long hair away, and then took a closer look.
Fu Wangzhi's heart throbbed, and he was busy using mana to show a few strands of white hair, feeling a little uneasy for a while.
Xie Changan stared at him for a while and then couldn't stop. He sat opposite Fu Wangzhi and buried his face on the table. Fu Wangzhi looked at Xie Changan cautiously and silently, with mixed feelings in his heart.
"Fu Wangzhi, why do people have to live, get old, get sick and die?" Xie Changan raised his head to meet Fu Wangzhi's four eyes, and saw that the eyes were still those deep and cold ink eyes, but there were fine lines at the corners of his eyes.
Fu Wangzhi was silent. This was the last thing he wanted to think about. If Chao Xie Changan left him, he was afraid that he would accompany Xie Changan down three feet of loess and enter the reincarnation together.
While Xie Changan was worried about Fu Wangzhi's life, he diligently moved a small bench and sat at the door of his house to observe the old people who passed by, ageing himself according to the same white hair and wrinkles.
Before I knew it, it was another thirty years.
The two of them sat in the yard basking in the sun, the autumn wind blew past, rolling up the fallen leaves in the courtyard, and blew the years of old age.
Fu Wangzhi was really old, so he couldn't accompany him up the mountain to collect herbs, nor could he often play the qin to listen to him.
Xie Changan is also old, he doesn't raise chickens anymore, and he doesn't jump up and down all day long. Except for those bright eyes, it's hard to see Shaohua again.
Xie Changan was lying on the rocking chair, staring at Jiuxiao Biluo, thinking that if his cultivation was stronger, he could become a fox fairy and become a god, if he could continue Fu Wangzhi's life, he didn't want anything, just save one life. .
After a long time, Fu Wangzhi suddenly reached out and hooked Xie Changan's fingertips, and then the two wrinkled hands were tightly clasped together.
The so-called white heads are inseparable, the so-called companionship is wasted, I am afraid it is the longest romance in this life.
This night, there was a sudden cry from the next door. Uncle Fu and Uncle Xie came out wrapped in woolen coats to see that it was the cook, Lao Zhangtou, who had passed away. was lifted out.
Lao Zhangtou's wife was out of breath from crying, her gray hair was scattered all over the place, and the corpse holding Lao Zhangtou almost cried out.
This tragic scene deeply shocked the hearts of the two old monsters.
After returning to the hospital, Xie Changan couldn't sleep, so he secretly got up and stepped on his shoes.
After a while, a teardrop the size of a bean suddenly fell, Xie Changan wiped it, and another teardrop the size of a bean fell on the back of his hand, and then it was out of control. Xie Changan didn't dare to cry out, biting his lip to hold back the cry,