"My concubine's heart is like the bright moon, and I only wish to lie on my knees..." A woman's babbling singing came from the stage, with gentle words, and the slightly hoarse tone added a bit of fireworks, "The blue hair turns into snow at dusk, who knows that the boudoir complains..."
Gradually lowering his voice like weeping, it turned into a simple hum, Shi Lei looked back, the woman's gaze seemed to be fixed here, but also seemed to be wandering, her face could not hide the vicissitudes of life.
He suddenly felt a little depressed. The stand was set up on the boat, which was a place for outings and gathering fragrance.
"Master, I..."
The person in front of him stopped when he heard the sound, and looked sideways at him, his perfect face showed a cold alienation, Shi Lei pursed his lips, and didn't say any more, when he saw the faint concern in those eyes, he smiled and shook his head: "It's nothing, let's go, I don't know if Duan Li is at home."
Living in the world is suffering, asking for nothing is suffering, there are thousands of sufferings in the world, and all living beings are suffering individually, and it is not his turn to show sympathy. Since there are three thousand troubles, he deserves to bear the endless thoughts that make him sleepless day and night.
Hongjun's eyes swept across his face, his brows were slightly frowned, but he didn't speak, and continued to move forward.
Although he knew that he was indifferent by nature, Shi Lei couldn't help but feel disappointed after he breathed a sigh of relief, he really didn't pursue it...
Many years ago, when he wore this body from modern times, Hongjun was like this, but compared to other people, he also knew that his status was different. Even if he could not deny the convenience of being close to the water, this difference still made him happy. , No matter how other people arrange it, Hongjun is his Taoist companion.
It’s just that sometimes, he feels a sense of fate, as if the encounter with Hongjun is destined, and Hongjun treats him as if he follows the destiny. There is no doubt that he is very favored, but he has never experienced the feeling of being a moth in love. The fire-fighting heat has the joy of blending milk and water, but there is no inseparable longing for a lover all the time.
He loves Hongjun, so he expects the other party's enthusiasm in his heart, but what about Hongjun...do you love him
"Rare guests, rare visitors, I don't know real people coming, so I'm not far away to welcome them!" The butler of the Duan family was still the same, smiling exaggeratedly, and his cultivation level had not improved much. While welcoming them into the mansion, he sent servants to call people .
Hongjun usually doesn't pay attention to the politeness on the scene, he takes it for granted, and others also take it for granted, but Shi Lei is always too embarrassed to lose face, the meek temperament he developed before time travel has not changed much here, and he replied a few words in a kind manner.
His predecessor's life in the Duan family was not good, but it doesn't mean that he has to take over the grievances. With the strength of his Yuanying, there is no need to pay attention to the Duan family, the two are irrelevant.
After entering the house, Shi Lei asked without waiting for some masters who could make decisions, "Where's Duan Li?"
"Young master is in the backyard," the housekeeper said with a smile, "I've been here for a long time this time, could it be..."
"Don't worry, the master master has just left the gate. He just wants to meet his disciples. He may be able to catch up with Senior Brother Jin to succeed him. Duan Li is gone and he will be missing someone." Shi Lei said with a smile, "It just so happens that I am bored, and I am playing with Master in the lower realm. He took this job."
"The hard-working real person is here, this old slave..."
"No need, what do you want from me?" Before the housekeeper finished speaking, a person stepped into the door, with sword eyebrows and star eyes, who was handsome and romantic, it was Duan Li.
"I've met Uncle Hongjun." He bowed to Hongjun, then looked at Shi Lei, "If Master tells me to go back, don't worry, I have a sense of proportion."
"... Uh, that's good." Shi Lei replied dryly.
For some reason, his personality is much better than that of his predecessor, and everyone in the door got along well with him, but only this half-brother who bullied his predecessor the most, once looked at him with complicated eyes after he crossed over, and then gradually alienated him .
"I have something to tell you, let's talk alone." As Duan Li said, he turned to Hong Jun inquiringly, and when he saw him nodding, he took the lead to go out the door.
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It was the end of the new year in the world, and the cold wind was blowing in the deep winter. Hongjun didn't want to deal with Duan's family, so he walked along the road, and walked to a dilapidated hut without stopping, as if someone was calling from somewhere.
There are no people around, the weeds are growing wildly, and now it is withered and yellow, and it looks more desolate and desolate.
Standing in front of the crumbling door, he was rarely in a trance, and felt a faint familiarity. Before he could react, he unconsciously pushed open the creaking wooden door.
Through the light leaking from the broken tiles, flying dust can be seen. There are not many furnishings in the dark room, only a bed and a table, all dilapidated, and a few pieces of wood piled up in the corner next to it, exuding a decayed smell.
No cultivator would be able to endure such a filthy place. He had never thought about the things that could be solved by a dust-cleaning formula, and he was even a little unbelievably close to such a place.
After many years, the traces of life have long been erased, and the faint breath belongs to Duan Acacia, and it seems that there is something different. Hongjun gently stroked the desktop covered with a thick layer of dust, and the breath seemed to go deep into the bone marrow. Hook, it's not painful, but it is.
He came back to his senses, and there was an inexplicable drop of wetness on the table, which was soaked into the dark wood grain, turning into a face that seemed to be smiling but not smiling, and it seemed to be crying again.
Just like this tear that was decades or tens of millions of years late, there was no sign, and it came to fruition.
"Master?" someone called outside, "Master, are you inside?"
Hongjun was stunned, the voice was not loud, but seemed to be very far away, the sound was repeated in his ears, it was soft and sweet, and it was so close that it was hard to tell whether it was real or unreal, so he agreed unconsciously.
The door squeaked again, Shi Lei leaned in, saw that he was really inside, and said with a smile: "Master, there is nothing left and right, the housekeeper's room is ready, why don't we stay here today?"
That smile was bright, and it should be much sweeter in memory. Hongjun hung his sleeves, walked out slowly, and planted a kiss on his forehead.
Shi Lei stood on tiptoe, put one hand around his waist and closed the door behind him, the sharp closing sound blocked everything that was dark and damp, looked up, it was still sunny, a few fine snowflakes fell slowly .
He was pleasantly surprised: "Is it snowing?"
After saying that, he stretched out his hand to pick it up, with rare childishness and vivid eyebrows, Hongjun looked at it, his heart stabbed, and the dull emotion in his life suddenly rose, making him unable to ignore this strong agitation.
——
The Duan family's arrangement is naturally to do everything they can, warm jade pillows, much more extravagant than the conditions of Zhu Daofeng, obviously forgetting that monks always don't care about ordinary things.
It was too annoying to have dinner together, Shi Lei dismissed them politely, turned around and took out spirit wine from the storage bag, and sat in the courtyard with Hong Jun to drink, although it was still snowing, but it was more poetic, the two of them It is only a snap of the fingers if you want a piece of snow to not stick to your body.
A pot of wine quickly drained, the liquid in the glass reflected the bright moonlight, fluctuating, Shi Lei leaned on Hong Jun's shoulder, boldly approached him and kissed him, pecking lightly, the slightly mellow wine smell matched Unusually young and immature.
Hongjun was taken aback for a moment, reached out to hug him, and walked into the house.
It's not that they don't have physical contact, the occasional double cultivation is beneficial to each other, and they can indeed get pleasure from it, but it is still shallow to Hongjun, not as addictive as he said.
Due to the influence of the spirit wine, Shi Lei's body temperature was higher than usual, his cheeks were slightly red, he stared at the person above him hazily, voluntarily clung to him, and let out an unbearable groan.
He wasn't drunk, but he wanted to use his drunkenness to do something he didn't dare to do, and it was best to tell a secret he didn't dare to tell.
What Duan Li said to him during the day was very simple. Duan Xiangsai, who was always bullying his predecessor, was vicious, cruel, and aggressive, but he could perfectly interpret innocence and sweetness, and the brilliance was dazzling. , is definitely not the current mildness.
Looking for him in private meant that he wouldn't show it to the public. After Shi Lei panicked, he calmed down. Duan Li confessed so frankly that he had already revealed his hidden feelings. However, he is Shi Lei, not Duan Acacia, and the other party will never respond again. Chance.
He gradually realized that Duan Li might be making a final farewell to Duan Acacia.
—Then, should I also make a conclusion
Long black hair fell on his face, Shi Lei raised his hand to touch those beautiful eyes, and said intermittently between ups and downs: "Master... Master..."
His voice was oozing with lust and stickiness, and the end of his eyes was a little charming with alcohol, which was not like usual, but it was very similar to a certain appearance. Hongjun didn't know what it looked like, but he thought it was so good that his heart began to tremble. In order to suppress the sudden uneasiness, he had no choice but to hug her more tightly and kiss her deeply and heavily.
The deep longing conveyed made Shi Lei feel hot all over, and he plunged into the entangled deep kiss intoxicatedly, until a moist and hot whisper sounded in his ear: "Lovesickness."
"Lovesickness..." Each sound is gentler than the sound, and sadder than the sound. All the emotions have no reason, but they do exist.
Shi Lei's eyes cleared up for a moment, he grasped his arm tightly, and gasped, "I'm not... I'm not Duan Acacia..."
"I'm Shi Lei... Shizun, I..." He wanted to tell the truth of time travel, but when he saw Hongjun raised his body and stared at him, those words fell apart, and he could still feel the same soft and powerful feeling as before. He moved, but he could no longer feel the longing that almost trembled in his soul, the burning fire that he wanted.
He thought, monks are the most sensitive about the seizure of the house. Did Hongjun know about it? Still don't know
Outside the door, the edge of the stone table was covered with a little snow, half a glass of residual wine was poured on it alone, and the cool moonlight was reflected in the translucent water.
The snow stopped.
Hongjun came out in his clothes, pressed his fingertips against the edge of the table, and the coldness he touched quickly melted into water. He put his hands on his forehead and remained still.
He has not known the taste of dreams for many years, but just entered a short and chaotic dream. In the dream, the boy's smile is as bright as the morning sun, he will be willful, loves to act like a baby, and his frown and smile are vivid and sweet, familiar yet unfamiliar. …
For more than a hundred years, everything about him has been written in black and white, with clear words, and he has followed the avenue every step of the way, without any attachment, without seeking anything, and his apprentice is the only color in it.
There is no reason, just follow the original heart, and the original heart said, this young man, he is not willing to give up.
The wetness on his forehead faded, he put down his hand, and slowly remembered that when he was in retreat, he was awakened for a moment, just like this time, empty, as if he had been taken away before he had time to realize it.
After that, when he left the test, he saw the injured apprentice in the big competition. The young man lost his previous flamboyance and was replaced by cautious and introverted. He thought it was a good thing.
But now I found out that it was lost.