Peach Blossom Dyeing Jinge

Holly dreamed that she was walking in the dark.

In the dream, he was in a daze, he didn't know where he was, his way and whereabouts were buried in the white mist that surrounded the sky, and the mist that hit his face seemed to dry the water in his eyes.

His footsteps were heavy, and the shoulder on his right seemed to be bitten by thousands of insects and ants, and the fire rubbed out from between the sharp teeth, burning the water in his blood.

He gritted his teeth and moved on.

He didn't even know why he was walking, he just stepped out of habit, non-stop.He has long been used to endurance, the pain is like a red-hot coal fire, and he is a furnace made of iron, imprisoning all the scalding and burning in his body, turning his body into a ray of warmth in the world.

But this time, he couldn't move anymore, the mist turned into countless arms, grabbing him from all directions, pulling his limbs, making his feet weak, and every step he took seemed to fall into the abyss.

He almost fell, if not for a figure reflected in his eyes.

The man had a familiar appearance, thin and tall, his black skirt was like a bird, full of wind, and he walked slowly towards him.

"Master!" He shouted loudly, and his exhausted body was once again high-spirited.

He galloped, and finally came to the man, grabbed the man's arm with both hands, and said, "It's good that you are fine, I thought..."

His words were broken in half, because the reason had been forgotten by him, but the joy in his heart was genuine, so he used actions instead of words, hooked the man's neck, embraced the man in a hug, buried his head in the man's shoulder, nose Probe into the hair, inhale deeply.

The nostalgic breath filled his body, and the mixed smell of herbs and sweat made him ecstatic.

This time, the man in his arms didn't push him away, and didn't quietly slip away from him like he had done countless times before.

Not only that, the man even held his cheeks and said softly: "Holly, it's okay, it's okay..."

He kissed those palms, his lips trembled with sudden joy, and the tip of his tongue licked every line, every cocoon, as if he wanted to engrave them into his mind and remember them forever.

Soon, his body became hot and dry, like a person lost in the desert who finally encountered water, thirsting for more insatiably.

He felt faintly ashamed, but the guilt was like gravel on the river bank, quickly washed away by the tide of ecstasy.

Why can't he desire?There are countless masters and apprentices in the world, but they have never been born and died together, nor have they tasted the taste of tacit companionship.That being the case, why should his status be his constraint?

His obsession with Master is pious and crazy, pure and dirty.

The contradiction tore his mind repeatedly, almost dragging him down. He could only hold the body in his arms tighter, seeking pitiful comfort.

He felt a heat on his back, and it was the man's palm on his shoulder blades, full of tenderness, soothing him gently.

He was almost on the point of tears.

The white mist dissipated, and he saw four jade pillars floating in the surrounding night sky, surrounding an empty altar with an altar in the center, and the sloping surface was carved with intricate patterns, which were washed spotless by water vapor. As thick as suet.

He gently released the person in his arms, and put it on the white jade altar.

His master frowned slightly, as if he was a little confused by the coolness coming from behind.

(...)

"Master." He called again, his voice hoarse and restrained.Enduring the heat that seemed to burn him to ashes, he waited cautiously.

He waited for a smile.

His master smiled at him, his lips pursed into a line, and his smile floated in the darkness, like a reef rising from the tide, and a bird fluttering its wings from the dense forest, pinning his thousands of hopes to the boundless clear sky.

His sanity melted to ashes at that moment.

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The long night outside the dream is still cold, but the stove in the camp is burning very vigorously.

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The heat on Holly's forehead finally faded away, as if she had fallen into a deep sleep, and the suppressed and painful moan was no longer released in her dream.

Lu Zhengqiu lowered his eyes and saw that sweat was also hanging from the young man's sideburns. The beads of sweat trickled down the contours of his cheeks to his neck, then slid down his neckline to his chest, and dripped into his deep collarbone. When volts.

The young body is sensitive and honest, and is easily satisfied with a little pleasing.Lu Zhengqiu couldn't help thinking, perhaps it was because he had too little and lost too much, that's why he regarded everything in front of him as the most precious thing, easily threw himself into affection, and didn't know how to keep it.

The elder couldn't help but wonder what kind of scene it would be if his caressing just now was reflected in the dream of the young man.

It was supposed to be sweet, an intimacy that you couldn't help but raise the corners of your mouth and desperately want to share.

Intimacy is human nature, why doesn't he want to kiss the young man's forehead again, and want to teach him more skills for seeking pleasure.

But he must not.

He rearranged his clothes, straightened his skirts, smoothed the corners of his clothes, re-tied his hair crown, and draped his long hair on his shoulders without leaving any messy strands.

He sat down by the fire, leaving Holly alone on the couch, and pretended that nothing of the night had ever happened.

Tenderness only belongs to this night, to a fleeting dream.

After waking up from the dream, he wanted to return his surname to the young man around him, and return the burning heart in his chest.

This is his duty as a teacher.

Holly woke up at dawn.

He awoke from a long sleep, as if floating to the surface from the depths of the sea, and it took him a long time to open his eyes and adjust to the morning light.

The sun shines through the gaps in the felt cloth and jumps on his eyelids, the world around him lights up in rhythmic beats, but there is no shadow he is looking for.

Lu Zhengqiu was not in the tent.

He suddenly turned over and sat up, and without thinking about putting on his coat, he opened the tent door against the cold wind.

What caught my eye was a familiar figure from the back.

Lu Zhengqiu was next to the altar, which was the one he had seen in his dream last night.

The difference from last night was that his master was neatly dressed, his expression was indifferent, his head was tilted slightly, and he was resting quietly.

Dongqing looked at the master's back, her face became hot involuntarily, and the episodes of last night gradually came to mind.

He vaguely remembered that he was carried into the tent, half asleep and half awake, he only had time to glance at the surrounding scenery, and then he had that dream, dreaming that he had done something intoxicated to the master on the altar.