Quick Transmission: Host, don’t touch the boss, he’s going to kiss you

On the second day, Aning slept until he woke up naturally.

When she woke up, the god who slept next to her last night had long disappeared, but she didn't care where he went now, she just wanted to know where the bathroom was.

Aning opened the quilt and slipped out of the bed. But what she never expected was that this room seemed to be a secret room. There were no doors or windows, as if it blocked out the outside world.

Aning stamped her feet anxiously, and suddenly she remembered the wall that Si Yan took her through last night, so she walked to the wall with ancient patterns carved on it, took a deep breath, closed her eyes and bumped into it.

However, there was an invisible resistance that cut off the distance between her and the wall. A chuckle came to her ears. Aning opened her eyes and turned her head suddenly following the sound.

The previously invisible god was looking at her with a smile. The red wedding robe on his body had also been replaced by the white gown when he first met. He had a graceful figure and an extremely outstanding face hidden by his long black hair.

There was a smile in those gentle and gentle eyes, looking a little clear, he said: "Why did Aning hit the wall?"

Who hit the wall? She was just trying to see if she could get out through the wall. "I didn't hit the wall because we didn't come in from here last night. I thought it would be here when we got out, so I wanted to give it a try."

Perhaps his expression was too indifferent. An Ning was afraid that he wouldn't be able to do it, so he added: "It's a pity that I'm dead, so I won't hit the wall!"

Si Yan looked at his young wife's pink cheeks, rolled up his sleeves, walked to her, and held her hand with slightly cold fingertips, "Well, Aning, do you want to go out?"

"Yeah." Aning nodded, wanting to shush.

Si Yan understood and led his young wife through the wall to the house where they met last night.

The room looked even emptier than the dim view at night. There was only an altar filled with tributes, and the candles on the altar had long been burned out, and the incense ashes fell on the surface.

The air was vaguely filled with the faint smell of incense. This change came unexpectedly. Aning lost consciousness for a moment. After she came to her senses, she raised her head and asked him.

"Is there a restroom here?"

"Bathroom?" Si Yan looked at Aning in confusion, as if he didn't understand what she meant by the bathroom.

"It's the toilet." Listening to the confusion in his tone, Aning added.

Only then did Si Yan react. There was no trace of embarrassment on his perfect face. He said to her in a gentle voice, "The bathroom is at the right end of the corridor outside the door."

After learning the specific location, Aning opened the door of the room and rushed towards the corridor on the right.

The restroom is a very standard modern device, probably built for those who come to worship. Otherwise, she really can't imagine the image of a god with Tsinghua University temperament and extraordinary appearance rushing to the restroom.

It stretches my crotch too much.

But God shouldn’t have to go to the toilet, right?

Walking from the end of the corridor, Aning noticed that the courtyard was completely built according to an ancient house, with blue bricks and gray tiles, carved window lattice, and an orange tree with thick roots and dense branches and leaves.

There are many small green fruits hanging on the orange trees, which makes your teeth ache just looking at them.

The coffin she was lying in in the courtyard was gone, and Aning didn't think about it. After all, the coffin almost suffocated her to death, and it was unlucky to look at it.

Returning to the previous room, the god was not there. Aning's expression moved slightly. Where had he gone?

"Si Yan."

"I'm here."

A clear voice sounded from behind her, Aning turned around, and Si Yan with white clothes and dark hair appeared in front of her.

He looked at her with a smile, and his light eyebrows arched into a nice arc.

For a moment, Aning felt as if he had been standing here and never left.

Her thoughts returned, and she stared at the sudden appearance of Shendi, her eyes unblinking and said, "I'm hungry."

The small plate of pastries and an orange I ate last night were not particularly filling, and they were almost completely digested after a night of absorption.

If she doesn't eat, her stomach will growl again.

Si Yan seemed to have expected what she would say, so he rolled up his sleeves and took her hand, the soft fabric hanging down to their hands.

He said: "There is a bun shop nearby."

"Ok?"

An Ning was slightly startled, but before he could react, he was pulling him out of the yard.

Only after leaving the yard did Aning realize where he was.

She is in a deep mountain and old forest surrounded by mountains, surrounded by lush vegetation and chirping birds. Where is the steamed bun shop?

"Is there really a steamed stuffed bun shop here?" An Ning followed Si Yan's footsteps and asked his doubts as he looked at the deserted alley around him.

"I remember this." Si Yan stopped where he was, his pale eyes a little dazed.

Aning sighed, raised his eyes and asked him: "Do you remember the last time you came here?"

Si Yan looked back with a sigh in his tone, "I think it was more than two hundred years ago."

"..."

Brother, it’s been more than two hundred years, do you think this bun shop is still there? Do you know whether the average human life span is worth it?

Even if this bun shop still exists, they will not continue to open it in the deep mountains and old forests. There will be no customers here at all, okay?

Maybe it was because the other person had no idea about time. Aning thought for a while and said to him, "Si Yan, do you know how long two hundred years is to us ordinary people?"

After a pause, she continued: "It can be the time of a dynasty change, or it can be a reincarnation. Maybe these two hundred years are just a blink of an eye to you, but for us, it is a distance that spans time. .”

Si Yan lowered his eyes and looked at her quietly, as if there was a trace of silence in his eyes. After a while, he replied: "Yes, I don't even remember how long I have existed."

Inexplicably, Aning heard a deep sigh from these words, and her heart twitched slightly.

The winding and flat path is hidden among the lush trees, and the green leaves sway in the wind, making bursts of sound.

Even the gods' robes have not escaped the baptism of the wind. They are like smoke blown away, floating here, seeming to blend in with the surroundings.

Aning couldn't help but hold his hand tightly, her almond-shaped eyes were full of the god with a gentle expression and a face as beautiful as the moon.

Her eyelashes trembled slightly and she asked, "Have you ever gone down the mountain?"

Si Yan replied: "There used to be."

It didn't take much for Aning to know that his "once upon a time" was probably several hundred years old, so she asked again: "Then would you like to go down the mountain with me?"

In the overlap of light and shadow, Si Yan smiled slightly: "Why don't you want to?"

When he heard this, Aning's eyes lit up and he thought he could go down the mountain immediately, but then the other party continued: "But it will take some time."

Aning: ...Please say it clearly all at once next time. Thank you. This will save her from being happy earlier.