The years I was in the human world

At the end of the year, he returned to Yuluan Palace with a heavy heart. The palace was already deserted and he was in a bad mood. The fairy children serving in the palace did not dare to speak, making the palace seem even colder and more desolate.

In Sui Miao's mind, Xiao Jin's pleading words kept echoing: "Please have mercy on our brother and let me tell him the truth, okay?"

His mind became more and more upset, and he rolled over on the bed in annoyance. His loosely tied hair became messy, like a cat with its fur standing on end. He suddenly felt a little cold, and the chill seemed to seep into his bones.

Sui Miao turned over, and the chill in his body did not go away. Instead, it seemed to be getting worse. He was stunned for a while and asked the fairy boy waiting at the door: "What day is today?"

"It's the middle of the moon, Your Majesty." The fairy boy knelt on the stone slab and replied in fear and trepidation. Every time the middle of the moon came, their God would always send everyone away.

The God was distracted today and even forgot to let them go down. They wanted to avoid it as usual, but the God summoned him again for the first time, so he had to go back. He was complaining in his heart, why did it have to be his turn to be on duty today? The God knew that he did not avoid it as usual, and he didn't know if he would punish him.

But apparently the worries in the God's heart today made him ignore all these. He stepped barefoot onto the stone slabs under the palace and passed by the kneeling fairy boy, bringing with him a gust of icy chill.

"Go down. You don't have to serve me today." He gave the order casually without moving his eyes. He went to the hot spring behind the palace. After listening to the footsteps of Sui Mo fading away, the fairy boy who had buried his head dared to raise his head and almost boldly peeked at the disheveled back of the God: his long black hair dragged on the ground and his waist was slender.

At the end of the year, he hid a pool of warm spring deep in the palace. He avoided the world and outsiders did not know the existence of the warm spring. After all, who could have thought that the Snow God who ruled the winter was actually afraid of the cold. In the middle of every month, the cold was unbearable and he could only rely on the warm spring to maintain his sanity.

Sui Miao took off his heavy clothes and lay naked in the warm pool. There was a formation under the water, which was specially designed to drive away the coldness in his bones. As soon as he lay in it, all his limbs were warmed up, and the coldness that usually tortured him in his meridians was gone. Sui Miao lay down comfortably with her eyes closed, leaving only her pretty head exposed.

Although his body felt better, the worries in his heart did not decrease at all. He was not unmoved by Xiao Jin's pleading. In other words, he was even happy for Xiao Yueheng that there was such a person running around for his death.

However, he knew everything that happened back then, but he couldn't say anything.

At the end of the year, I lay by the warm pool, closed my eyes and let out a helpless sigh, my thoughts sinking into memories.

Many years ago, there was a red osmanthus tree in front of the Fu Yue Palace. At that time, people were not as secluded as they are now. He liked to drink with others under the red osmanthus tree. Xiao Yueheng's wine was bitter and not a rare fine wine, but it was unexpectedly intoxicating. That guy was always drunk.

"Brother Sui Miao, you're drunk." Sui Miao was completely drunk at the time, lazily leaning against Xiao Yueheng's legs and listening to him talk. Because of the alcohol, Sui Miao was dizzy. Hearing the words, he looked up blankly, not quite understanding what Xiao Yueheng was saying: "What?"

"Pfft." Seeing his bewildered look, Xiao Yueheng chuckled and leaned over to press her hand against his forehead and murmured, "You are drunk indeed."

"What?" Sui Miao met Xiao Yueheng's clear eyes in a daze. Perhaps the slight sadness in his eyes hurt him, and he became a little more sober. The latter narrowed his eyes and said, "Nothing."

After a pause, Xiao Yueheng seemed to be talking to himself, or as if he was saying goodbye to Sui Miao. He didn't care that Sui Miao was still drunk, and said to himself: "Brother Sui Miao, I'm leaving."

"Go? Where to?" Sui Miao was puzzled. His mind was in a daze, but he could barely remember the place where Xiao Jin died. Xiao Yueheng was being accused of murdering his brother and was being condemned by thousands of people. The situation was extremely tense right now. No matter where Xiao Yueheng went, he might not find a way out.

"I don't know." Xiao Yueheng's voice was very soft, as if it would be blown away by the wind. He inserted his fingers into Sui Miao's hair and rubbed it to prevent the latter from waking up with a hangover and having a headache. He pressed his fingers gently, but his eyes were staring into the void. He said, "Brother Sui Miao, I really want to stay."

Sui Miao closed his eyes and leaned against Xiao Yueheng to rest for a while, then he became more awake. When he heard the latter's sigh, he closed his eyes and said without thinking: "Then stay."

Hearing this, Xiao Yueheng laughed again, but Sui Miao was too drunk at the time and didn't hear the sadness in his words. He said, "Brother Sui Miao, this is not up to me. One of me and Axue will die, but I don't want it to be him."

"Brother Sui Miao, you have to keep it a secret for me." Xiao Yueheng smiled as he looked up at Sui Miao, who was looking at him. He placed his index finger between his lips. His eyes were sad, but he still smiled meekly, like some kind of soft little animal. "I'm dead, and that's it. If Ah Xue comes back one day, don't tell him anything. He can find out whatever he wants to find out. As long as you don't tell him, he can't find out the secrets of the dead, and no one can find out either."

Completely sober from the alcohol he had drunk at the end of the year, he sat on the ground with disheveled hair, looking at Xiao Yueheng, who was still smiling gently, as if he didn't care about anything.

"What are you hiding?" Sui Miao asked. He knew that Ke Qin had always wanted to get rid of Xiao Yueheng because of the evil spirit that had entered his body, but he had never thought that Xiao Yueheng himself was also determined to die. "Tell me, why?"

"Heaven is unkind and treats all things as straw dogs." Xiao Yueheng said. He tilted his head back and took a big gulp of wine. The alcohol made his eyes red. He stared at the void with moist eyes and said slowly, "Evil spirits entering the body are actually never a big deal. Brother Sui Miao, you know that innate gods like you and me only control part of the rules. The complete order is in the hands of Heaven itself."

"Mastering the Way of Heaven can give you even greater power, which should be a good thing." Xiao Yueheng stared at his palm in a trance, "But the Way of Heaven is also a law enforcer. It shouldn't have emotions, so the sacrifice it chooses will also be deprived of emotions, and will stare at all living beings indifferently in the countless heavens."

"It chose Axue." Xiao Yueheng said, "But I don't want him to become a heartless monster. He shouldn't become such a warm and passionate Axue."

Xiao Yueheng was good at divination, so it was understandable that he had figured out all this. As for the rest, he didn't need to explain it to them, as they would have understood it by the end of the year.

The Land of Silence, the birthplace of evil spirits, is also a dead place outside the jurisdiction of Heaven. If Xiao Jin is there, Heaven cannot find him. The mark is left on Xiao Jin, and Heaven cannot choose anyone else. Because of the change of fate, Heaven can only be bound to Xiao Yueheng. Then he died, the sacrifice failed, and Heaven was locked.

Even if Xiao Jin comes back one day, as long as he does not pursue the old events, the sacrifice of heaven will be forever isolated by Xiao Yueheng's death.

"Brother Sui Miao, in fact, there has never been any evil spirit entering my body." Xiao Yueheng blinked his eyes, and he began to laugh again, sincerely, "I am his twin, and I am an evil spirit, but he doesn't care. You know, when I was a child, I always wanted to kill him, and then he beat me. Even if others advised him to kill me, he felt that he would definitely be able to teach me a lesson."

"Now that he's gone, Brother Sui Miao, how can I feel at ease?" Xiao Yueheng gradually got drunk. His body slid down softly and he finally fell asleep leaning against Dan Gui, but he was still murmuring softly, "You must keep it a secret. I'm only telling you. If others get greedy after knowing it, I'll fail."

Later, Xiao Yueheng died. To his surprise, he died a tragic death with his limbs nailed to the temple, his bones were broken, his spiritual power dissipated, and he watched his body rot bit by bit.

During the execution, the gods watched indifferently. At that time, they were not allowed to get close and could only lie in a panic and take a quick look from a distance. From then on, they were confused.

……

Yao Su asked the patrolling fairy about the location of Yuluan Palace, and followed the fairy's instructions to successfully find Sui Miao's residence. However, before he could open his mouth, the fairy boy at the gate respectfully rejected his plan to visit: "Please forgive me, Lord God. The Lord has never received guests today. I hope you will bear with me."

Yao Su didn't know what was going on. When he saw that all the fairies in Yuluan Palace were waiting outside the door, he wondered who had offended this old god. He was so angry that he drove everyone out. He didn't make things difficult for the fairies, but went around to the backyard of Yuluan Palace and started to climb up the roof and tear off the tiles.

As luck would have it, as soon as I stuck my head out from the temple wall, I came across the hot spring pool. I couldn't see anything clearly in the steaming mist. I could only vaguely see a jade-white wrist hanging by the pool.

This old god knows how to enjoy himself, and has no vigilance at all. Yao Su thought as he hid his breath and jumped from the wall to the fingers of Dangui, hiding among the branches and leaves to peek at other people's year-end.

At the end of my life, I spent most of my time alone in deep sleep and seldom recalled the past. However, every time I recalled the scene of Xiao Yueheng's death, my legs and even my limbs could not help but ache.

Sui Mo opened his eyes, sat up from the warm pool, and thought of the old friends he had talked with under the moon. He suddenly wanted to drink. Perhaps it was because the pool was too warm, or perhaps it was for some other reason, his brain became quite dull at this moment.

He sat there in a daze with his eyes misty with steam. After a moment, he remembered that when Xiao Yueheng died and the temple collapsed, he moved the osmanthus tree in the courtyard here, and buried under the roots of the tree was a jar of wine brewed by Xiao Yueheng.

Sui Miao stood up from the hot spring, and the water droplets rolled down her snow-white skin, across her waistline, into her buttocks, then flowed over the inner thighs and finally fell to the floor.

He only put on an outer coat and walked barefoot to the osmanthus tree. He bit his lip and thought for a while. It seemed to be the right place. He simply knelt on the snow and started digging with his bare hands, completely unaware of the coldness that was coming back to him.

Yao Su was sitting on a branch, and from this angle he could see everything below, not to mention that Sui Miao was not wearing anything at all.

Soon, his fingertips touched the smooth glaze of the ceramic. Sui Miao dug to the side and finally dug out a small earthenware wine jar. Sui Miao held the jar of wine and felt as if he was in another world. He really hadn't communicated with others for a long time. He was not like this in the past.

After being stunned for a moment, Sui Miao carried the wine jar back to the hot spring, washed his hands that had been digging the soil, and opened the lid. Suddenly, the rich aroma of wine filled the air. This wine had been buried for a thousand years, and just smelling it made one feel drunk.

Sui Mo opened the jar, but found there was no wine glass. His delicate brows furrowed in dissatisfaction, but he simply reached in to take out the wine and drink it. The clear wine flowed from his jade-like fingertips and dripped into his mouth, filling his mouth with a refreshing taste.

Xiao Yueheng's wine was really intoxicating. After just a small sip, Sui Mo's head felt dizzy. Looking at the wine hanging on his fingertips, he actually stretched out his tongue to lick it, like a lazy cat.

Yao Su, who was sitting on a branch, looked down at Sui Miao licking his paws and felt inexplicably embarrassed. No wonder this old god didn't like dealing with people. Today he even drove all the fairy children out. Did he play so dissolutely in private?

It seems that he cannot ask about Xiao Yueheng today. Yao Su touched his nose, thinking that he had discovered Sui Miao's true face in private, and he was too embarrassed to continue looking at it.

Just as he was about to tiptoe away, he caught a glimpse from the corner of his eye that the god who seemed to be off-limits to strangers seemed to have fallen asleep beside the hot spring, with a half-empty jar of wine next to him.

Yao Su originally did not want to meddle in other people's business, but he felt it was not good to see Sui Miao lying there naked. Although for a man, it was not a big deal to be a little unconventional, but Sui Miao was always aloof and cold. If the fairies under his command saw him in such a erotic appearance tomorrow, it would be a loss of face.

Therefore, Yao Su kindly decided to take care of Sui Miao's affairs. He walked to the edge of the hot spring pool and looked at the person who was snoring sweetly: his red lips were slightly parted, and there were some shallow breathing sounds. Yao Su sighed, and he didn't even notice that his eyebrows and eyes had softened a lot. It was not convenient for him to dress him, so he picked up Sui Miao's outer clothes that were casually thrown by the pool, wrapped him up, and carried him to the bed in the bedroom, and covered him with a quilt.

Before leaving, he remembered that he really loved that jar of wine, so he simply sealed the jar and brought it in, placed it properly beside his bed, closed the door of the bedroom, and then left.

It was already late at night when Yao Su left Sui Miao. He did not return to his own palace, but went to Xiao Jin. Xiao Jin was busy looking for the truth about his brother's death. He was working late into the night flipping through files and had not rested. Now Yao Su came back from outside in a hurry, and he just said without raising his head: "You're back?"

"Yeah." Yao Su responded, lifted his robe and sat down next to Xiao Jin, helping to look through all the records from that year.

The two of them were busy for a while. Xiao Jin suddenly moved his nose and smelled the fragrance of osmanthus mixed with another scent: "Where have you been? It smells so good?"

"Is there?" Yao Su subconsciously checked his sleeves. Perhaps because he sat on the book for too long, his clothes had a scent of sweet osmanthus. He casually explained, "At the end of last year, he didn't see guests. Perhaps I got the scent from the sweet osmanthus tree in his house when I climbed over the wall."

"How can climbing a tree smell like soapberry?" Xiao Jin stopped flipping through the files and looked at Yao Su jokingly, "Don't tell me you took a bath at his house?"

"Axue, you have a homosexual tendency, so don't take me with you." Upon hearing this, Yao Su also put down the documents in his hand and looked back unwillingly. Xiao Jin naturally did not have a homosexual tendency, but Yao Su saw that he was so worried about his brother, so he just talked nonsense.

"You are guilty of your crime, yet you come to blame me." Xiao Jin closed his eyes and rubbed his eye sockets. While relaxing his eyes, he talked back to Yao Su, "I asked you if you took a bath at Sui Mo, how did you bring up the homosexuality?"

Yao Su choked up, and after a moment he said quietly, "You are always good at talking, I won't argue with you."