Chapter 101: Sugar (eight)

Behind the dustpan mangosteen, there is an eye hot spring near the mountain wall. It is not large, and it does not exceed two feet in length and length. There are green bamboo wild flowers by the pool, and even a small bamboo pavilion. It is a leisurely and comfortable place. Office.
In the past hundred years, because of the misty mountains and the legends, this hot spring has never been touched by outsiders. The only one who can use this hot spring is the owner of the bamboo house. It was one and now it is two. .
Xue Xian drunk himself into a drunk dragon, but he was consciously sober, and had to drag Xuan Merci to the cloud.
Xuan Mian used to make trouble for him, and he really returned by the dragon. Someone went wrong several times during the journey and almost took Xuan Mian to the frontier. Fortunately, Xuan Mian had a strong sense of direction and stopped the loss in a timely manner.
In short, the smooth journey was taken by him out of the illusion of 1981, and he finally saw the shadow of Panpan Mountain when the sky was bright.
The effect of the dragon's mouth was sharpened overnight, and it had already penetrated into the skin. Xue Xian could hardly wait to find the bamboo floor, and planted it directly into the hot spring along the mountain wall. He lost his head and changed shape halfway through the fall.
Xuan Mian's robe spread across the water. He held the cold stone by the pool with one hand, and when he raised his eyes, he saw a small dark shadow passing by.
He reached out subconsciously ...
A string-like little black dragon hung his head down on his finger, his tail twitched and he twitched his fingers, tumbling around his fingers, extremely difficult and patient.
Hyun Mercy: "……………………………………"
Even if he can't bear the role of Longyan, especially some people always deliberately hook up those effects and deepen them. Therefore, his eyelids were also wet at this time, and the light of his eyes came out from the half-draped eyelids. He did not bottom out, and contained a deliberate suppression of desires and thoughts.
He dialed the faucet with his finger, and made the other side sway from side to side twice. Shen said, "It's wrong."
Xue Xian tangled in Xuan Merci's hands, he was irritated, and after hearing the words for a long time, he realized that he was supposed to change into a human form and accidentally shrank. He snorted and turned into a man immediately.
He usually puts on his clothes in the blink of an eye when he transforms on weekdays. I wore half this time, and suddenly remembered that I always had to take off for a while, why bother to spend this week, and just like this half-puffed and half-hung look, holding Xuan Mercy and started to make noise.
The black robe was even thicker when it was soaked in water, spreading into a wet ink on the water surface, and under the continuous ripples of the waves, pushed against the white monk's robes.
In the chaos, Xue Xian bit his mysterious chin and said vaguely, "Otherwise let me ..."
After half of what he said, he grunted and shook his head again, and pinched Xuan Mercury's neck with his bridge of his nose, and said to himself, "Forget it, it will be difficult to save you back, or give you a life."
Xuan Merci just squinted his eyes and said nothing.
After a while, Xue Xian was put on the stone wall, his long straight legs were exposed from the black robe floating on the water, and he was wrapped in Xuan Merci's body. When he was anxious and was about to find the exit, Xuan Merci suddenly stopped. With his eyes down, he scanned Xue Xian's scattered eyes and slightly opened lips up and down, his voice calmly and quietly asked, "Did you really say that?"
At this time, Xue Xian still had the thought to think about what he had said. He squinted and hooked Xuan Merci's neck, and impatiently kissed him, pressing Xuan Merci's thin lips in a moment. Breathing and ambiguity: "Do not want to do not want, you do so much to do, hurry up to be true."
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The black bird cub originally heard Long Yin, fluttered his wings and greeted him. As soon as he flew out of the wild forest, he saw two intertwined figures in the hot spring, and he was so frightened that he ran away, and found the crooked tree full of heart Neck tree, stretched out his head on the old vine hanging on the branch for a long time, and did not find a suitable angle to hang.
Can only stump with two feet, fainted in the branch, unconscious.
When the two men in the mountains were dark and making trouble, in Hugua Alley, Wolong County, half of the stones were awake, leaning diagonally on the door, and sending Lu Yanqi with a nose and a tear.
The fate between mortals is always so strange. It was originally irrelevant. Even two people walking in the street market may not even say hello. Suddenly, they were involved by accident. Even if there were no serious words on the way to each other, they were all runs, but after life and death, it seemed that suddenly they became special people. After a few years, they became logically special people.
Stone Zhang didn't know what he was crying for. He obviously had a life-threatening experience during the period when the chicken was flying. But maybe it is too thrilling, so that it is only once in life, so it is particularly emotional and nostalgic. And those who have witnessed these people have seen one less and one less, and maybe one day they will never see again.
Lu Yanqi never said a good word to him, but he patted him on the shoulder before leaving. He said something very rare: "What are you crying for, there are so many years in this life, this life is over, and there is a life to come. The old man is always there. At least those two are always there. Maybe one day in the next life, you will meet them again. "
The stone burst into tears, and the wine finally woke up completely. While wiping his eyes awkwardly, he said goodbye to Lu Yanqi.
In the early morning, Wolong County is not quiet, there are always people on the riverside, fishing boats or passenger boats never stop, mixed with stalls selling in the market, showing a strong human fireworks.
His pair of semi-blind eyes, although not to make him bump, but somewhat different from ordinary people. Lu Yanqi never walked impatiently, always very slowly, but not the kind of slowness of groping, but gave people the feeling of taking each step seriously.
He slowly walked out of Hugua Lane. According to the habits of ordinary people, he always turned right at the head of the alley, and walked along a very busy long street to the opposite Fang District.
There is a famous restaurant Tianxiangju on the long street. Tianxiangjutang is famous for selling buns in the morning. Lu Yanqi listened to the hawker's hawk, slowly turned right out of the alley, walked down the long street, and went downstairs to Tianxiangju, and bought some buns and sweet cakes for the three picked-up dolls.
He should have continued down this road, after all, it was the road closest to his residence. However, when Tang Bao wrapped buns and sweet cakes for him, he inexplicably thought of wanting to go another way.
The idea came out of nowhere and without warning. In general, he calls this intuition.
Lu Yanqi is an individual with a spirit, so he is very compliant with his intuition. With almost no hesitation, he simply turned his toes, copied it from a diagonal alley behind Tianxiangju, and walked along a road near the river.
This road is very desolate. Some wealthy people will discard unnecessary straw mats or moldy bedding, and they will all be thrown on the wasteland beside a river bank. So beggars and exiles like to come and wander around here, pick up some useful things and go.
Once or two, this place really became a beggar's den, but these years, the number of beggars has been much reduced, and the exiles have even disappeared. This early morning, the few beggars will not gather here, after all, Jiang Feng is too big. They will touch the market to beg for some residue or good porridge.
Lu Yanqi didn't care who was nested here and discarded anything. He just followed his intuition and went this way.
When he reached the edge of a low slope, he suddenly stopped. Because he heard a small, trembling breathing sound near the low slope.
"Who is over there?" Lu Yanqi asked, turning his face to look at it.
Perhaps his eyes turned differently from ordinary people, and maybe he looked weak and weak, not a fierce person. After a while, a thin figure carefully leaned out of the back of the low slope.
It was a three- or four-year-old child with a gray-faced face, a lot of mud on his gown, and a few tears, which looked like they had been discarded.
"Where's your father and mother?" Lu Yanqi asked.
The child's wistful eyes stared at him for a long time, and then stared at the blood mole on his forehead for a while, softly: "No father and mother."
"Then why are you here?" Lu Yanqi asked again.
The child thought about it and shook his head.
...
Lu Yanqi patiently asked for a while, but found nothing, as if the child was born naturally, and suddenly appeared here. He has not gone home to pick up children all these years, and he can't ignore it when he sees such a young age. So he led the child to the bank and helped him wash the mud on his face.
He was trying to say something, but the child who had washed his face looked up and looked at him timidly.
The child's skin was actually very white, it was only covered with mud, and it was revealed after washing. That eyebrow seemed to resemble another child many years ago. What really made Lu Yanqi speechless was a red mole on the child's forehead.
The little one, with the moisture of the river, just landed at the Palace of Life, exactly like Lu Yan's seven foreheads.
Qi Qi squatted blankly in front of the child, looking at his forehead, and didn't know how to blink.
"How did you ... cry?" The child spoke with a heavy childish look, a little slurred and timid, and it sounded sour and soft.
Lu Yanqi blinked suddenly, and a large tear fell directly to the ground. He took a breath and whispered, "No, I'm just ... a bit forgotten."
The child looked at him with black eyes, tried to reach out and wiped the corners of his eyes with his fingers, but almost poked into his eyes.
Yun Qi didn't mind. He blinked hard for a few times, blinking the water vapor constantly on, and asked in a mild tone that was rare in this life: "I'll take you home, okay?"
The child asked, "Will you be hungry?"
"No, not in my life."
The child "scrutinized" him for a moment, as if pondering the words of Qi Qi. However, he was too young to really think about anything complicated, and only saw the package in Qiqi's hand and smelled the aroma of buns.
So his chick nodded like a pecking rice. "Okay."
I miss people, and I live far away.
Twelve years later, Huang Quan was separated, and the old man in Yuanyuan finally returned home.