After being homeless, he was picked up by God and brought home to be his husband.

Chu Yitang wanted to take Lan Yu out for a walk.

There was a misty drizzle outside. Two people were holding a bamboo umbrella side by side. The bluestone alley was very quiet. The endless eaves were connected in one place. Water fell and fell into the small puddles on the roadside. , causing slow ripples, and even the passing projections were crumpled.

Yuehua Mountain used to be a place with abundant spiritual energy, and Lan Yu had only heard his father mention it. However, with the departure of the saint whom he had believed in for generations, the spiritual energy of Yuehua Mountain was exhausted and gradually fell into decline. The Yuehua tribe was scattered, and not many people were left. Here it is.

Walking downstairs with green tiles, you are greeted by the moist mountain breeze with a tidal feel, like rain falling on your face. It is not cold, it is very comfortable, and you can feel the light coolness when it blows by your body.

Chu Yitang held his hand and looked up through the gap between the bamboo umbrella and the house wall. Occasionally, a few drops of water fell on the umbrella, causing almost transparent water splashes. Chu Yitang reached out to catch it. On the eaves The accumulated water gradually gathered along the lines of the palm, swaying gently in the palm of the hand.

Lan Yu was afraid that he would be caught in the wind, so he tilted the umbrella downwards. The two of them walked in the alley, no one spoke, and they just walked in silence.

The stone alley was winding and winding. Chu Yitang led him through several passages and finally stopped in front of an empty courtyard.

The door is open, facing the empty main room. The four-sided patio illuminates the water jars underneath very brightly. The carved wooden pillars on both sides have obvious signs of cracks, and they cling to the wooden texture, as if they are growing. Over the years, it has been engraved into the fabric, lingering stubbornly and silently.

Chu Yitang stood in front of the door and did not go in immediately. He pursed his lips and looked very hesitant. His fingers were hidden under his sleeves and twisted tightly.

Lan Yu noticed something strange about him. He turned sideways to close the umbrella and rubbed his fingers against Chu Yitang's cold cheek, which was a kind of comfort.

"Want to go in?"

Chu Yitang had a lump in his throat, swallowed with difficulty, and then said:

"……go in."

There was no one in the main room. Chu Yitang didn't call anyone. He just stood in the room and looked around the whole room. Before anyone came out, the look on his face could not be said to be one of disappointment or happiness. He slowly vomited out In one breath, he tugged Lan Yu’s little finger and whispered:

"...let's go."

Lan Yu still held his hand and said hello gently.

Before leaving, Lan Yu turned his eyes and looked at the two side doors at the back of the main room. There was a very weak fluorescent green light flashing past, and the black light brushed against the threshold and disappeared without a trace in just an instant.

He looked away and opened the umbrella under the patio again.

*******

Chu Yitang went to bed very early at night. He seemed very tired, so Lan Yu held him in his arms and coaxed him to sleep.

There was a very light aroma in the room. In the night, the person on the inside of the bed quietly opened his eyes. He kissed the smooth forehead of the person in his arms, and then gently got out of bed.

Lan Yu tied up his hair neatly in front of the bronze mirror. His clothes were not changed, but he was still neat. He stood in front of the bed and stared at Chu Yitang for a moment through the dark. He put down the bed curtain and went out carrying the things on the table. door.

It was very quiet in the mountains, especially at night. There were only a few solitary calls of nightingales on the branches. It was still raining heavily outside. Lan Yu did not hold an umbrella, and his figure was spread out in the cold white ground, under the moonlight. Melting and melting, a large and uneven afterimage is wrapped on the bluestone slab, like a cold moon, soothing and hidden, independent from the world.

He followed the road he had walked this morning and came to the courtyard again.

Lan Yu stood in front of the door for a moment, until he heard a vague meow and then stepped inside.

The main room is no longer dark. There is a brazier lit. The fire in the brazier is not strong, and a few pieces of wood are burning, making the room more deserted.

The old man sat by the fire pot, adding some dead branches to it from time to time. He lowered his hands, and the lines at the corners of his eyes were particularly profound under the firelight. The old man raised his head, smiled at Lan Yu, and said:

"come in."

Lan Yu entered the main room, and the old man pointed to a small bench opposite him for him to sit on. Lan Yu first handed the things wrapped in oil paper to the small table beside the old man, and said softly that he was offended, and then Just sat down.

The old man looked at the packages on the table and smiled even deeper:

"Why are you bringing something here? He's so stingy that he won't be able to make trouble with you later?"

Lan Yu folded his hands on his knees, sat upright and behaved well, and said after hearing this:

"No, I'll give it to you. Ah Tang will be very happy."

"His moody temper usually gives you a lot of trouble, right?"

Lan Yu denied it again: "No, Ah Tang rarely gets angry with me. He is very accommodating to me."

The old man laughed loudly and said: "You are the only one who can say such things. Before you looked at him, you would lose your temper every day and be unhappy when you saw anyone."

The flames burned the dead branches, illuminating Lan Yu's side face very softly, and the red mole at the end of his narrow eyes was very distinct. He pursed his lips slightly, knocked down his long eyelashes, and then asked:

"Did Ah Tang live a very hard life before?"

The old man was using this light to look at him. He thought that Lan Yu's appearance was too stunning, to the point where it was difficult to describe it in words. He secretly sighed that Chu Yitang was still as discerning as ever, and his eyes were so long. overhead.

He didn't expect Lan Yu to ask this question, and was stunned for a short time. He looked away and only stared at the slowly rising red light in the brazier. It was very damp in the mountains, and a brazier would be burned at night to drive away the cold air.

"How could it not be hard work?" The old man added some more firewood. "He is no longer working hard. He is almost unable to survive."

Lan Yu unconsciously fumbled for the ring finger. The texture was very warm and cool, and when he touched it, it naturally relieved the aches and pains in his heart.

His eyes unconsciously became vacant, melting into the blazing flames, and finally blurred into a dim, bright spot, slowly spreading and occupying the entire field of vision.

"Have you met his mother?"

"No, I've never seen him. Ah Tang only mentioned it to me once, saying that he died young."

"Didn't he take you to see him?" The old man held a poker and fiddled with the small pieces of burned charcoal in the brazier. "That shouldn't be the case. He values ​​you so much, why didn't he take you to see him?"

"His mother was buried in the East China Sea, but he had never been there. He only set up a tomb for her in Yuehua Mountain as a memorial to her."

Mentioning the East China Sea, a dark line lit up in Lan Yu's mind like an electric light. He suddenly remembered the sea of ​​clouds, the specially brought food box, and the words Chu Yitang told him.

He said, Lan Yu, when the stone in front of you lights up, kneel down and kowtow, okay?

Was that that time?