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

"I have to go out."

Chu Yitang finished the last spoonful of lean meat porridge in the bowl, pushed the bowl into the table, and said seriously: "I'll be back in two days."

Lan Yu was still immersed in the shy feeling when Chu Yitang helped him change clothes yesterday. Suddenly he learned that Chu Yitang was going out. He was stunned and asked: "Where are you going?"

"I won't be gone for long. I'll be back in two days."

Chu Yitang did not answer his words directly, and only told Lan Yu that he would not be back in two days.

Lan Yu stirred the porridge in the bowl, feeling unhappy. Today is the first day of the Lunar New Year. Why do he have to go out in these two days?

He was unhappy, but he didn't say anything to stop it.

"Then I'll wait for you at home. You have to come back early, okay?"

"Okay, I will."

Chu Yitang went out that afternoon.

Lan Yu watched him reluctantly at the door for a long time, until he heard You Meng screaming in the room.

After serving porridge to feed You Meng's rumbling stomach, Lan Yu teased him with a rattle, restlessly holding his chin up and not knowing where he was looking.

You Meng climbed up from the inside of the bed onto Lan Yu's lap, giggling. Her face was round and fleshy, a bit more adorable than a New Year painting doll.

Lan Yu bumped his knees, held him in his arms, patted him a few times, and You Meng lay on his chest and fell asleep drooling.

Just know how to sleep.

Lan Yu smiled and gently put You Meng into the crib. There was nothing going on, so Lan Yu spread the paper, thinking it would be good to practice calligraphy.

Nanqishan

Chu Yitang arrived in the eastern border area early the next morning.

Nanqi Mountain has beautiful scenery and is surrounded by green water. In the late winter, snow falls all over the mountain, making the mountain white and the pine trees green.

Chu Yitang went up the mountain and walked halfway up the mountain. On the mountainside shrouded in mist, there was an old tree that was thousands of years old. It had lush branches and leaves, and the canopy was wide enough to cover several courtyards.

There are mountain spirits as gatekeepers in Nanqi Mountain, and they must be notified before entering.

He clicked on the tangled branches, formed a seal in his hands, and the white light shone through, indicating that he was communicating with the tree.

Not long after, an old man with a kind face and kind eyes stepped out from behind the tree. He leaned on a crutch and asked kindly: "May I ask Mr. Lang why you are here?"

Chu Yitang took off the velvet hat on his head and replied: "I'm here to find your mountain master. Please inform me."

"Mr. Sir, please wait a moment. I will go and pass the message immediately."

"Good work."

Not long after Chu Yitang waited under the tree, the old man replied.

Immediately afterwards, the old tree trembled, the ground also trembled, shaking up the broken snow, the door on the mountain wall opened, and the old man led Chu Yitang in:

"Mr. Lang invites you."

The inside of the Nanqi Mountains is different from the outside. The mountains are filled with spring scenery, lush flowers and leaves, neat houses and tiled roofs, intersecting fields, and mountain spirits playing and chasing among the flowers and grass, which is full of vitality.

There had been no visitors in the mountain for a long time, and from time to time, children would look at him. Several little heads would be gathered together, chattering.

Xijin was woken up early in the morning, and the old tree spirit told him that a visitor from outside the mountain was visiting, and he should be his old friend.

He was so sleepy that he yawned, washed his face, and dressed neatly. Xijin sat in the yard, washed some fruit, and ate it while waiting for his guests to arrive.

At first, when he saw the resemblance between that person and Chu Yitang, he didn't believe it. Chu Yitang must have been in bed with his young husband during the Chinese New Year, so there was no time for him to come all the way to Nanqi Mountain.

Until Chu Yitang entered his courtyard under the guidance of the old tree spirit.

The fruit Xijin bit into rolled down to the ground. He was stunned, even more unbelievable than a gold ingot falling from the sky. He pointed at Chu Yitang, his tongue tied:

"You, why are you here? No, what kind of wind is blowing today? How did it bring you here?"

Chu Yitang thanked the old tree spirit. After he left, he raised his chin and asked Xijin to go into the room to talk.

Xijin entered the room, but still didn't come back to his senses. He sat on the soft couch and poured a cup of tea for Chu Yitang.

Chu Yitang took off his fox fur cloak, put it on the shelf, turned to Xijin, and got straight to the point:

"Do me a favor."

Lan Yu had been practicing calligraphy at home these days. He had no appetite for lunch, so he fed You Meng. You Meng's main tasks this winter were eating and sleeping. He was sure to wake up as soon as meal time came, which was even more punctual than ringing a bell.

He was playing rattles with You Meng. You Meng couldn't speak yet, and his babbling was okay. Anyway, calling had two meanings, one was sleepy and the other was hungry.

Chu Yitang had been gone all night and all morning, and Lan Yu was still distracted.

It was said that I was practicing calligraphy, and I wrote a lot of typos. It was so horrible to write on a copybook that even the Immortal Lord Minqu would vomit blood if she saw it.

Wouldn't he be lovesick after Chu Yitang left in the past two days?

Lan Yu turned the Jiuwan on his finger. He drank too much yesterday. The only thing he remembered was that Chu Yitang carried him back. He couldn't remember anything else.

He also changed the clothes.

In contrast, Chu Yitang drank much more than him, but he was not drunk at all. Except for the faint aroma of wine on his body, combined with the elegant orchid fragrance, he was like a drunk butterfly stealing the fragrance from the flowers, which was fascinating.

It was as if Chu Yitang was thinking so hard that he was scratching his head. When he left, he took away Lan Yu's soul.

Lan Yu sighed, closed the window and took You Meng back to his room to sleep.

When Xijin learned what Chu Yitang wanted him to do, his face almost broke out in laughter.

Chu Yitang calmly sat opposite him. After being laughed at for a long time, he said impatiently: "I'm almost done with you. I've been laughing all morning. Are you done yet?"

"Seriously, I really thought you wouldn't come looking for me."

Xijin laughed so hard that his cheeks were sore. He rubbed his face and said, "It seems that the ten thousand-year-old iron tree we wish God in heaven has really blossomed. Are you so impatient to wait? Today is the second day of the Lunar New Year. Ah, can’t you come back after the new year?”

Chu Yitang ran out of patience, raised the corners of his lips, and sneered: "I'm not like you. I was slept with for nothing and coaxed like a fool. In the end, the duck that hit my mouth flew away."

Xijin's face darkened, and he said unhappily: "Why don't you open the pot and pick up the pot? Didn't you say you won't mention this?"

"Then shut up."

Xi Jin was really hurt when his sadness was mentioned. He said seriously: "Have you thought about it, do you really want to be relieved?"

"Have you not thought about what I'm going to do with you? Reminisce about old times?"

"Tsk, can you learn from Ren Lanyu? Whatever temper other people have, you will have your temper. Just like a firecracker, you can catch it at the drop of a hat."

Chu Yitang's patience was completely exhausted. He suppressed his anger and quietly sprinkled the last handful of salt on Xijin's wounds.

"Really? Then your Yuanyuan temper should be very good. Otherwise, why would he say anything to you and ask you to wait for him to come back to find you? It's a pity that you have been waiting in the inn for a full month and still haven't seen him. Come back and find your Yuanyuan..."

"stop!"

Xi Jin couldn't bear it and shouted to stop. He pressed his temples, feeling physically and mentally exhausted.

He lost. He was not as good as Chu Yitang when it came to poking holes in the heart. If he said it again, Xijin would have to find a crack in the ground and burrow down on the spot.

"Have you really thought about it? Then you will have to suffer a little."

Chu Yitang looked at the nanmu bracelet on his wrist with soft eyes. He hid the bracelet in his sleeves and his earrings glowed with a light peach color.

"Think about it."

"I can't wait another day."