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

That's what he said, but before Lan Yu could soak in the cold spring for a few more days, another message came from Tianjing.

It was still the messenger bird, but this time it learned the lesson and flew to Lan Yu's window without calling or making a sound, and squeezed in through the gap.

Lan Yu fell asleep just fine. The messenger bird circled around his pillow and pecked him a few more times before Lan Yu finally seemed to wake up.

He randomly touched the pillow and relied on instinct to remove the strip of cloth from the bird's feet and raised it into the air. As the strip of cloth dissipated, the female official's dignified voice came into his ears word for word:

"Tomorrow at midnight, the immortals will hold a Ciyun meeting in the Ruoshui Sacrifice Hall. Please come to the venue on time, Immortal Lanyu, and don't be late."

Ciyunhui? Opening again so soon? Doesn’t that mean we have to stay in that ghost place in Hongci Mountain for half a month again?

Lan Yu rolled around in bed. He really didn't want to go to that Ciyun Club. It was smelly and long, and it lasted for half a month. During that half month, he couldn't go anywhere except at Ruoshui Temple. He listened to those old gods chanting scriptures, and at other times he could only stay in his room and write down documents and scriptures.

Smoothing the feathers on the bird's back, Lan Yu always felt that something was wrong.

He went to Hongci Mountain for half a month. What would Chu Yitang do?

Yes, this time he really died before he left the battlefield.

Sure enough, when he heard Lan Yu say that he was going to Hongci Mountain to hold some bullshit Ci Yun meeting, Chu Yitang's face turned cold at a speed visible to the naked eye; when he heard again that he had to go for half a month, Chu Yitang decided not to do it at all. .

He stood up suddenly, flicked his wide sleeves, stopped eating his favorite pancakes, turned around and went back to the room, slamming the not-so-strong bamboo door again.

He slams the door when he's unhappy, he's really bad-tempered.

But Ciyunhui has to go. He is the chief immortal and is in charge of food collection and people's livelihood in the lower realm. He has to go to anyone who doesn't want to go.

Lan Yu decided to go to Yuan Qing Hongran to find a solution.

Yuan Qing had just finished the morning session, and he invited Hong Ran to have breakfast. There was a dining hall in Qing Xin Building, and there were many kinds of breakfast. Yuan Qing liked the caged crab roe soup dumplings the most, and he never got tired of eating them.

As soon as he entered the dining hall, Yuan Qing saw Lan Yu sitting in the corner where they usually sat. In front of him were three bowls of buttermilk, two drawers of crab roe dumplings, a plate of sweet-scented osmanthus, glutinous rice and sweet lotus root, and several other side dishes.

"We are a rare visitor. You are here to pick us up this early in the morning, right?"

Yuan Qing looked at the sumptuous breakfast on the table and marveled. He shook his head and said angrily: "Oh, our Immortal Lanyu is so generous. It's not a big deal to be able to eat the same meal as Immortal Lanyu in this life." This life is wasted.”

Lan Yu kicked his chair far away and glared at him: "If you want to eat, eat. If you don't want to eat, get out now. If I feed the dog, I won't feed it to you either."

...Hongran suddenly felt that the sweet lotus root in his mouth no longer tasted good.

"Let's get down to business. What do you want to do with this whole thing? I won't dare to eat it until you make it clear."

Yuan Qing picked up the chair, sat down honestly, put a crab roe bun into a bowl, bit his mouth and took a sip of the juice. He grinned because he was burned. He took a sip of buttermilk and stuck out his tongue to dissipate the heat. gas.

Lan Yu described the incident completely from beginning to end.

"That's it, you can start thinking of a solution."

Yuan Qing felt something was wrong. He raised his hand first and started to speak after receiving a nod from Lan Yu:

"Let me say something disrespectful. Although you said you lived with him, you didn't sell it to him. You have to be reasonable because you are old. Besides, this is official business. You won't go anywhere if you say you can't. "

"The Lord of Gods has been here on his own for tens of thousands of years, so he shouldn't be short of half a month."

Hong Ran also echoed: "I think Yuan Qing is right. The Ciyun Association is not a trivial matter, and you cannot ask for leave. How about you go back and talk to Shenjun and see if you can be accommodating."

Lan Yu thought to himself: Reasoning with Chu Yitang? I was afraid that he would stab him to death before he even opened his mouth.

Yuan Qing stuffed the last soup dumpling into his mouth and blurted out a sentence: "If that doesn't work, you can take Shenjun with you. You can also take one person with you. If you don't bring an entourage, Just take him with you."

Lan Yu suddenly swept away the previous gloom and his eyes lit up. That's right, why not just take Chu Yitang with you? It will save yourself the trouble and save him the trouble, killing two birds with one stone!

He slapped Yuan Qing who was drinking buttermilk until he almost choked to death. For the first time, he felt that Yuan Qing was so smart and flew home happily.

After arriving home, he first packed up the things he had brought to Hongci Mountain and swept the yard. During dinner in the evening, Lan Yu specially prepared a table of good food and spent a long time in front of Chu Yitang's room.

"Ah Tang, I made braised pork, sweet and sour fish, and lion's head. Would you like to come out and have a taste?"

"It's delicious. Come out and try it. There's also pig's trotter soup."

Finally, with Lan Yu's persistence, Chu Yitang's door finally opened with a "squeak".

He walked out of the room with a sullen face, coldly and reservedly, walked straight past Lan Yu, and sat down in front of the stone table, not looking at him, but quietly eating his meal with chopsticks.

Seeing the opportunity, Lan Yu quickly sat down opposite Chu Yitang, filled him with a bowl of hot soup, and brought it to him.

I don’t know if this idea will work. What if Chu Yitang refuses to go?

Lan Yu struggled with his thoughts for a long time, and finally decided to give it a try. He spoke softly:

"Ah Tang, Ah Tang?"

Chu Yitang still didn't look at him and said impatiently:

"What are you doing?"

He's so fierce, he probably hasn't calmed down yet.

Lan Yu was ready to continue his efforts. He had to first figure out why Chu Yitang reacted so badly.

He tentatively said: "A Tang, why don't you want me to leave?"

The chopsticks in Chu Yitang's hand paused for a moment. He slowly lowered his eyebrows and looked a little gloomy. He didn't speak, and there was no anger as Lan Yu expected. He was just silent, a long silence, so silent that he couldn't make any waves.

Lan Yu was a little flustered by him, wondering if he had said the wrong thing. He was at a loss and wanted to apologize, but the moment he stood up, he heard Chu Yitang's hoarse voice.

He looked at the lion's head in the bowl, like a traveler who had been wandering for a long time, resting under a tree exhausted.

"It's too quiet when you're not around."

"Desolate."

"I don't want to be alone anymore."

……

Lan Yu thought about many possibilities, thinking that he was afraid of being hungry and that no one would do the housework, but he never thought that Chu Yitang was afraid of being alone, afraid of loneliness, and afraid that there was only one person left in this huge Guyu Mountain. Leave him alone.

A person guards an empty mountain for tens of thousands of years. During these days and nights, the only person who accompanies him is himself.

He seemed to suddenly understand why Chu Yitang liked sleeping so much.

When you fall asleep, there may be many people and things in your dream, and it may be much more lively than when you are awake.

Lan Yu's heart throbbed, and he didn't know what he was doing now. When he woke up, he was already squatting in front of Chu Yitang's knees, with his palms covering his pale hands. Lan Yu raised his head and looked at his face. Chu Yitang was really beautiful, like a flawless jade, his face was elegant, and when he was silent, he was like a white camellia covered with snow. It was so beautiful that it was shocking.

"A Tang, would you like to go to Hongci Mountain with me?"

With his hand held, Chu Yitang raised his eyes in confusion. The young man still smiled brightly and looked at him sincerely. Only his reflection was so clear in the dark pupils.

He says:

"Let's go together, the two of us together, so we won't be afraid, okay?"