Half Demon and Half Mountain

The world is down.

The world is going down.

Agui shook his head and sighed, while timing the two with relish.After waiting for an hour to remove the barrier, Agui could only admire - Lele Shaoxia is really kind, he is worthy of being a dog from Tang Dynasty.

An hour and a half later, Agui was bored counting the leaves of the toon tree on the veranda.His eyes glanced at the bedroom from time to time, but he couldn't see anything.

Two hours later, Huan Le finally came out.

"Wow, young hero Lele, you are not kind." Agui was about to complain, but when he looked up and saw Huan Le's expression, he was startled, "Why are you blushing so abnormally? Shen Shen #￥%#... Could it be that he gave you sex???"

"No, no." Huan Le shook his head again and again, looking embarrassed, blushing so much that he was about to explode.He couldn't squat, walk, or sit, and felt that smoke was about to rise from the top of his head.

"Are you two doing something serious in there?" Agui became more and more curious.

But Huan Le didn't say anything, squatting on the ground with his hands on his hot cheeks, banging his head on his knees.God knows that he just wanted a kiss, how could it really, really be like being lowered, and treat people like this?

No no no no no he shouldn't be like this.

He really just wanted to make Ah Cen happy, and he worked very hard to make him happy...

It's over, it's over, Ah Cen won't dislike his poor performance, will he?

Omg.

He just doesn't have much experience.

Ah, Ah Cen is so pretty, in every sense of the word.

so happy.

Next time...is there a next time?

Huan Le collapsed on the veranda again, his whole body was a capitalized "tangled".Agui was very puzzled, didn't these two go to pursue the great harmony of life in the universe, why is one of them crazy?

What about the one inside?

Is it useless?

Agui couldn't help but explore, but as soon as he approached the door of the bedroom, Huan Le's leg blocked him.Huan Le stood up and stared at him, "What do you want?"

"I'll see if it's okay?"

"No, it's mine."

"Well, you are a very mean dog."

"Go, go aside." Huan Le raised his brows lightly, looking like a complacent villain.Then he got up again, got a branch from somewhere, drew a circle around the bedroom, and said, "Don't come here."

"You draw the [-]th parallel!"

"Leave me alone."

"Young Xia Lele, let me tell you, when I lived here, you didn't know where I was."

Ke Huan Le threw away the branch, and swaggered back to the bedroom.

"I don't eat the vinegar of a turtle," he said.

Agui was completely pissed off and wanted to jump up and hit someone, but his legs were too short so he had to give up. He was so depressed that he hoped that the universe would be destroyed.

On the other side, Huan Le climbed onto the bed again, hugged Cen Shen's waist from behind, and lightly rubbed his cheek against his shoulder, provoking a hint of ambiguity in the intimacy.

But Cen Shen is very sensitive at the moment, he can't bear to be touched, and he loses his strength and doesn't want to move, so he closes his eyes and says, "Go out."

When Huan Le heard this, his whole body was in a bad mood, "I've already gone out and come back again!"

"Then don't touch me."

"Ah Cen, do you despise me?"

Huan Le knew it, he must have disliked it!

Cen Shen really wanted to answer him with a definite "yes". Can anyone in this world bully you hard while exploding in shyness, like an innocent middle school student?

Have.

That person is Huan Le.

In the past two hours, Cen Shen sometimes felt like he was committing a crime and would be sentenced.

But in the end, Cen Shen didn't push Huan Le away, and leaned meekly in his arms, drowsy.

Huan Le still felt a little unreal, and kept looking at him with his eyes open, playing with his hair and kissing his ears from time to time, as if confirming that the person in his arms was real.

Cen Shen was so troubled by him that he couldn't sleep, so he quickly begged for mercy, humming a nursery rhyme from his hometown and saying that he would lull him to sleep.

It's really hard to sing.

Forget it, bear with it.

Cen Shen was thinking in a daze, and fell into a dreamland in a daze.In the dream, the spring light of Chang'an shone into his window, the toon tree was extremely tall, every green leaf was full of vitality, and plump red pomegranates hung on the flourishing branches.

The leaves swayed gently, and someone knocked over the flower dew all over the place, and even the cracks in the bluestone slabs revealed a faint fragrance.

When I woke up, it was already the next morning.

It was rare for Cen Shen to sleep for such a long time, even when he suddenly fell ill that day, he only slept for about ten hours, so this time he slept for so long, it frightened Huan Le.

If Cen Shen didn't see that everything was fine, his breathing was steady and his face was rosy, he would have knelt outside Nanying's house.

Of course, just to be on the safe side, he still called Nanying to inquire, but he hesitated and didn't tell the ridiculous things during the day.

Nan Ying was not surprised, the voice on the phone was still soft, as if with a smile, "Don't worry, I gave him an injection, this is a normal phenomenon, which means his body is repairing itself. It is a good thing."

Only then did Huan Le feel relieved, but before hanging up the phone, Nan Ying warned: "Actually, if there is no cure, it may be more effective to treat it as a heart disease. Most half-demons are pessimists. They They have been instilled with the idea of ​​'this is fate' since they were young, and they have honed their will to survive, so even if they are fighting hard, they are actually more negative than anyone else in their hearts. Not being afraid of death is not a good thing, do you understand?"

Huan Le actually didn't understand much, he had been cared by many people since he was a child, and there was never any haze in his life, so even though he saw many things in Zhuque Terrace, he still couldn't empathize with him.

He understands the truth, but resonance is impossible.

The master often said that he didn't know the sufferings of the world, maybe it was because of this reason.

But he caught what Nanying wanted to express. Judging from the two visits, Nanying has also been emphasizing one point—heart disease is difficult to heal.

So Huan Le decided that he would make Cen Shen's medicine.

He will succeed, must, must succeed.

So Huan Le embarked on a journey to learn Buddhist scriptures, which was the Sutra of Love.He read all the classics, and even asked Qiao Fengmian for advice at the risk of being laughed at.

Qiao Fengmian really taunted him, and then threw a little Huang Wen over.

Your dad will always be your dad: practice makes the difference, big nephew.

Huan Le spat at him, but gave him a thumbs up in his heart.While reading the little Huang Wen, he read some books on psychology, and found that he really couldn't understand the academics of modern people.

Isn't it said that vernacular Chinese is simpler than ancient Chinese?

What are these.

However, although Huan Le's academic journey has progressed slowly, the level of love talk has advanced by leaps and bounds.Ah Gui said that he was "a lot of flirty talk", he was not very convinced, and said: "In our place, everyone has to be called a wit."

Agui looked up to the sky and rolled his eyes, "I'll fuck you, you're a genius, and I'm still a man."

This afternoon, Huan Le did not know where to hide to engage in academic studies.

Cen Shen was not surprised, he guessed that Huan Le must be watching something unhealthy again, maintaining the last bit of pure lover and refused to let go, deceiving himself and others.

Oh, though he still blushes to this day.

Without Huan Le, the small courtyard seemed much quieter, even a little deserted.

Agui squinted his eyes to bask in the sun for a while, then slowly crawled back into the house, his eyes swept over Cen Shen who was drawing pictures at his desk several times, hesitant to speak.

After a while, Cen Shen turned his head and asked, "What do you want to say?"

In fact, Agui didn't know whether to say it or not, so he hesitated for a while, and when Cen Shen was about to give up, he blurted out: "Why did you accept him so quickly this time?"

Cen Shen paused, "Is this important?"

Agui nodded, "I'm a little concerned."

After the voice fell, one person and one turtle looked at each other quietly and fell into silence.

After a long time, Cen Shen asked back: "I want to open it, can't I?"

Agui didn't speak, just kept looking at him, as if testing the truth of his words.As a turtle that has lived for thousands of years and is always fooling others, few things can fool his eyes.

But Cen Shen obviously didn't want to continue this topic, nor did he want to talk to each other.

After a while, Huan Le came back, breaking the deadlock between the two.Excitedly, he came to Cen Shen with a plastic box full of petals, a few pieces of gauze and scissors, saying that he saw a blooming impatiens next door.

"Ah Cen, let me dye your nails, they are very beautiful." Huan Le picked out a pinkish pink flower.

"..." Sometimes Cen Shen doesn't quite understand Huan Le's preferences, this ancient person who should think more old-fashioned than everyone else, is much more trendy than him.

Wear earrings, because they look good.

Keep your hair long because it looks good.

I want to paint my nails because they look good.

Even in his eyes, there is no gender distinction between these good-looking and bad-looking, anyway, they just want to look good.

He didn't even struggle a bit, and bent himself, no doubt Yan Gou.

Cen Shen suddenly thought of a question, "When you go back... how will you explain to your parents?"

Huan Le was taken aback by his sudden question, tilted his head and thought for a while, and said, "Our family is not short of cubs, how many are we born in one birth? My mother said raising cubs is too annoying, she only loves me, If you don’t love my cub, tell me not to send it to her when I give birth.”

Cen Shen & Ah Gui: "..."

Huan Le was still a little confused, because the question was too abrupt, so he couldn't help asking: "Ah Cen, are you going to give birth to me?"

Cen Shen: "Get lost."

"Then let's paint our nails, shall we?"

"..."

"Tsk tsk." Agui shook his head, "Can you two consider my feelings? Isn't this too gay? Ordinary gays don't dye their nails, let me tell you."

Huan Le raised an eyebrow, "Have you seen it?"

Agui's language is blocked.

Huan Le continued: "You don't care about me, or I'll bleach the word Sichuan on your back into pink for you?"

"Why pink?"

"Give you a girl's heart."

Ah Gui is about to vomit.

Huan Le still went her own way, and said that she wanted to dye her nails, so she had to dye her nails.However, he compared it carefully, and found that this pinkish color was really not suitable for Cen Shen, so he resolutely gave up painting the nails.

But he made all the dyes, so he just threw them away. I am so sorry for those impatiens that he has trained.

"I thought of it!" Huan Le had an idea, took a small brush from the workbench and dipped it in the dye, stood behind Cen Shen, brushed his hair, and solemnly put a stroke on the back of his neck.

The cold feeling made Cen Shen a little stiff, "What are you doing?"

"Wait a minute, I'll be fine soon." Huan Le painted with concentration, and his tone naturally rose.

The skin of the nape of the neck was itchy as the brush strokes brushed against it.Cen Shen wanted to look back several times, but was stopped by Huan Le acting coquettishly. Soon, he put away the pen, took a photo with his mobile phone, and showed it to him as if offering a treasure.

"Does it look good?" Huan Le smiled.

On the back of Cen Shen's neck, the wound left after pulling out the thorn had not faded away, a little cinnabar, bright red like blood.So Huan Le ingeniously repainted the cinnabar, added petals, and turned it into a flower.

A simple four-petal flower blooms on the fair skin, and the fine hair covers it, revealing itself, subtle and delicate.