Engraving

Do a lot of things during the day, sleepy very early at night.There is a wooden canopy bed in the tidy bedroom, and a white mosquito net hangs from the top of the bed. It is not crowded for two young men to sleep on the bed, but there is no room for it. The limbs under the quilt will more or less touch each other.

They have almost never had the experience of sharing the bed with others since they became sensible. This is different from living in the same room. Sleeping together is a more intimate behavior.

Hearing the sound of even breathing, Zhu Xia was very happy. Even if Fu Zeming was polite to others, he wouldn't just sleep in the same bed with anyone, would he?Now the two of them have filmed the same scene, eaten at the same table, made the same test paper, and slept in the same bed, and this is where brothers are.

Grandpa's old house is actually considered a private territory for Zhu Xia. Even if he and Zheng Yibo are so good, he would not bring Zheng Yibo here. I didn't have a chance to bring it to play).

But he wants to bring Fu Zeming here, he thinks this place is very good, he wants to show Fu Zeming all the good things he owns, so that the other party can continue to play with him.

Yu Linlin saw him very accurately, he had indeed been living too smoothly, and he seemed to be able to grasp everything in front of him, so that he didn't consciously think about the true meaning behind it.

The temperature difference between day and night in the mountains was huge. Fu Zeming woke up from the cold when he slept until midnight.It was raining outside, and he could clearly hear the dense sound of rainwater hitting tile eaves, grass and trees, and felt a layer of goose bumps on his body. Zhu Xia was still sleeping, but he should also feel cold, curled up in a ball tightly next to each other Beside him, neither of them had a quilt on them.

A flash of lightning flashed outside the window, and then, dull thunder resounded through the sky and the earth. With just a few seconds of light, Fu Zeming found that the quilts were piled up at the end of the bed.He thought with a headache: Yes, this kid has a problem with kicking the quilt.

After sleeping well at night and being woken up by the cold, Fu Zeming was somewhat angry, but he couldn't control Zhu Xia's kicking of the quilt. Soon it occurred to Zhu Xia that she might kick the quilt again.

Fu Zeming got up again, tucked one side of the quilt under the body of the person beside him, then lay down on his side, stretched out a hand to press on Zhu Xia's body to prevent him from moving around at night.It's a pose that's infinitely closer to a hug.

The boy next to him was only wearing a thin vest, and when he put his hands over it, his arms and palms inevitably touched some exposed skin texture.The quilt might be really thick, and Fu Zeming felt a little hot.

Sleeping is best on rainy days, especially in the mountains.Zhu Xia woke up comfortably from the dream, and saw Fu Zeming standing in front of the bed, changing clothes with his back to him.Fu Zeming has always given the impression that he is gentle and polite. When he is working, he wears the matching scheme of the costume designer, which highlights the gentle and alienated temperament, making others think that he is the flower of Gaoling; his private server is basically loose and simple. Wearing it is just a very handsome otaku.Anyway, no matter what kind of image, it makes people think that he can't fight.

But when Fu Zeming in front of the bed pulled up his pajamas and took them off from the top of his head, the undulating muscles on his shoulders were quite beautiful. Zhu Xia himself was practicing boxing, and he could tell which ones were flamboyant and which ones were practitioners at a glance. Fu Zeming's lines were like flowing water , the coordination cannot be poor, and the explosive power should also be very strong.

Zhu Xia looked refreshed. He stared at his messy hair and got up to finish, and whistled to Fu Zeming in admiration.

Fu Zeming looked back at him inexplicably, put on another jumper, and asked, "What do you want for breakfast?"

Zhu Xia thought about the ingredients they had, and said, "Let's have porridge."

Fu Zeming answered without hesitation: "Okay", he walked out of the bedroom to wash up, and Zhu Xia also got out of bed to change clothes.

After the porridge was cooked, the two of them sat on the threshold and ate bread while drinking mung bean porridge.The rain hasn't stopped, but it's getting smaller and smaller. Everything you can see is green and lovely. There is a moist grassy smell in the air. Mountain haze rises slowly from the forest, connecting with the rain and fog. When the wind blows, Then they gather or disperse in mid-air, as if a fairy is coming from the fog.

After dinner, Zhu Xia went to fetch water to wash the dishes, and then he brought out a bunch of books for Fu Zeming to choose from.According to yesterday's arrangement, today I was going to visit Grandpa Zhu Xia's old friend, but that old friend lives far away from here, and it takes an hour and a half to get there when the weather is good, and the mountain road will turn bad on rainy days, making it even more difficult to walk .Now no one wants to move, just sitting at the door reading a book and blowing the air is very comfortable.

Fu Zeming flipped through the books that Zhu Xia carried. Some were paperback comics and novels, while others were thread-bound vertically. He had read all those comic novels, so he picked up a few thread-bound books to read.

These few books belonged to Zhu Xia's grandfather at first glance. Most of them were "Miaofa Lotus Sutra", "Langa Abadara Sutra"... only one "Book of Songs" was mixed in it, which seemed different.Fu Zeming was not interested in Buddhist scriptures, so he began to read the book of poems, and found that there were many thin sheets of paper in the book, the paper was very old, yellow and brittle, and on each sheet someone had copied the "Book of Songs" in childish handwriting one of the articles.

Fu Zeming thought, although it looks like a child practicing brush calligraphy, but to a child, this calligraphy is really ugly.

Zhu Xia was revisiting the chapter "Nobita's Future Bride" in the sixth volume of "Doraemon". He caught a glimpse of Fu Zeming taking out a lot of papers from the book, leaned over to look at them, and couldn't help saying: " My handwriting was so ugly when I was a child."

Fu Zeming felt that this was unacceptable, and it was not very good to go along with it. To say that it is not ugly is to close your eyes and talk nonsense.

Zhu Xia took out a piece of paper from the stack of papers in Fu Zeming's hand and looked at it. In addition to lamenting that her handwriting was so fucking ugly, she also found that there were two lines in the poem copied on this paper that were particularly good. Zhu Xia read those two lines over and over again. many times.

The sun came out in the afternoon, and Zhu Xia took Fu Zeming to a small temple with a beautiful scenery nearby.Zhongnan Mountain has been a blessed land of immortals since ancient times, and there are countless small Taoist temples hidden deep in the forest.

Once the weather in the mountains changes, there are completely two worlds. The white smoke and clouds full of water vapor dissipate, revealing the true colors of the mountains and forests.Because of the heavy rain last night, the water levels of the streams and rivers encountered on the road soared, and two small waterfalls were encountered. These waterfalls will appear due to a heavy rain and disappear due to a sunny day.

When I crossed a bridge with three trees in a row, the water below was already as high as the bridge deck.For the sake of safety, and no one else in the mountain saw it, it didn't matter whether it was embarrassing or not, the two crossed the bridge holding hands one after the other.

After climbing to the top of the mountain and seeing the dilapidated small temple, the two of them broke out in sweat.

That temple is really very small, even smaller than the "Dabieye" of Zhu Xia's family. It's just a couple of two-story buildings, one of which stands alone on the top of the mountain.Although the vermilion lacquer is peeling off and the plaques do not exist, the corners of the eaves are overhanging and the building is built next to the clouds, which has the meaning of a place outside the world.

But a large copper lock was hung on the temple door, and the lock was stained with rust, which showed that no one had lived in this temple for a long time.

Zhu Xia knocked on the door resolutely, but of course there was no response. He said dejectedly, "I was here last time and there was someone else. He was a master who didn't like to talk. He even invited me to drink tea."

Fu Zeming said, "Maybe he went down the mountain."

At the same time, they thought of another possibility: they might have passed away like Zhu Xia's grandfather.

But no one has mentioned this possibility.

In the mountains, the death of a hermit is no different from the falling of a leaf, it just returns to the root system. If there are no relatives outside the mountain, then no one will pay attention to when the leaf falls.

The two found a big rock on the top of the cliff to sit and rest. Zhu Xia was so hot that he didn't care about his appearance. He picked up the hem of his short sleeves to fan himself, turned his face and saw that Fu Zeming was drinking water, and a drop of sweat rolled from his chin. Falling, sliding over the Adam's apple and sinking into the collar.

Zhu Xia stared straight at Fu Zeming, and even forgot to fan herself in the wind.

Fu Zeming drank half of the water, and found that Zhu Xia was staring at him, and asked, "What's wrong?"

"Brother, you are so handsome that you can shake your straight masculinity."

Fu Zeming thought: All right, it's better than praising him as a fairy, although it's kind of weird.But his heart moved for no reason, and he couldn't explain why.

Zhu Xia praised her sincerely, and then asked: "What kind of girl do you have to like?"

The momentary thought was gone, and it disappeared so quickly that it was too late for people to catch it, or he didn't want to catch it either.Fu Zeming tightened the bottle cap and said, "It's fine as long as it's pleasing to the eye."