Half Demon and Half Mountain

The true story brought a little shade to the small courtyard in summer.

Although Huan Le seemed to have thought about it, Cen Shen vaguely glimpsed the turmoil in his heart from his more and more distractions and silences.

But although the matter of the ghost banquet is clear, other matters are still shrouded in a layer of fog and have not yet been solved.Shang Si has not made any progress yet, and Mr. Fu's reply letter does not know when it will come, and life has returned to calm, as calm as if the clouds in the sky are lazy and never move.

In the yard after it rained, a small ant was trapped in a puddle and was running around anxiously.

Cen Shen is still obsessed with his craftsman research, and the true story doesn't seem to affect him at all.And thanks to Nan Ying's conditioning, his physical condition has gradually stabilized, his face has recovered a little rosy, and he even gained two or three catties more than before.

Of course, Huan Le believed that the latter was his credit.

All in all, the restoration of the formation map is progressing steadily, Huan Le's calligraphy business is also flourishing, and everything is developing in a good direction.

If the past is irreversible, let's move forward.

Huan Le thinks this way, and does the same thing. Although the bright young man is also sad, but in the process of wielding his sword again and again, he can always open up a path leading to the light.

Cen Shen looked up at him from time to time, sometimes with a simple glance, and sometimes involuntarily for a longer time.But it can't be too long, because once Huan Le finds out, he will run over and pester you.

In this way, I can't read the book.

Huan Le knew that Cen Shen often looked at him, but he never said anything, and even pretended to be special.He wanted Ah Cen to look handsome whenever he came over, especially handsome, explosively invincible handsome.

So the pretentious boy twisted his foot.

"Tsk tsk, this makes people walk by the river, how can they not get their shoes wet." Agui gloated at the side.

"That's because I have long legs." Huan Le was still stubborn, and even glanced at Agui's short legs maliciously.

Agui was so angry that he was hammered to the ground, what's wrong with short legs, do short legs have no demon power?No matter how short the legs are, they still have bones, not to mention twisted feet, even broken legs.

Wait, why does this seem a little wrong?

Agui was confused by anger, and his brain short-circuited for a while.At this time, Cen Shen came over with an ice pack, and threw it to Huan Le expressionlessly for him to apply ice.

Huan Le took the ice pack with both hands, but did not move, looking at Cen Shen eagerly: "Ah Cen."

Cen Shen remained indifferent.

Huan Le straightened up on the sofa, "Ah Cen, my foot hurts."

Agui: "You deserve it."

Huan Le immediately gave him a hard look, and then blinked at Cen Shen flatteringly, his brow drooping, his face changed more professionally than in Sichuan opera.

"Aren't you really going to coax me, Cen?" He reached out and grabbed one of Cen Shen's fingers.

That's right, a finger.Like a little doll holding her mother's finger, she shook it gently.

A Gui cursed shamelessly, but this trick really worked.At least when Cen Shen looked at Huan Le who acted like a baby, he thought he was cute, really cute.

Although he is an adult.

Although he is so tall.

Even though he's a different face in bed.

"Give it to me." Cen Shen held out his hand to him.

He meant to ask Huan Le to give him the ice pack, but Huan Le directly handed his right hand to his palm, inexplicably reminding Cen Shen of the short video about dog training.

The big dogs of other people's homes are also like this. They shake hands when they say they want to shake hands, and they are very good.

Oh, by the way, these videos were sent to him by Qiao Fengmian.

Qiao Fengmian seemed to want to be friends with him very much.Out of some evil taste that is not humane.

"Cough." Cen Shen turned his face away slightly, and corrected, "Ice pack."

Only then did Huan Le hand over the ice pack, as if he really just got it wrong just now, with a very serious expression on his face.In fact, he still wants to try dragging his chin, if Cen Shen doesn't poke it.

Cen Shen took the ice pack, knelt down and applied it to Cen Shen's sprain.The ice pack was icy, and Cen Shen's fingertips, which were cooler than ordinary people, warmed up.

Huan Le enjoyed Cen Shen's care very much, but after a while, he brought back the ice pack again, "I'm here by myself."

As he said that, he put Cen Shen's hand in his palm and warmed him again, as if he was afraid that he would be frozen by an ice pack.

Agui couldn't stand it anymore, sighed to himself, turned around and left.But neither Cen Shen nor Huan Le paid any attention to him. In this movie of three demons, a turtle is destined to have no demon power.

"Okay." Cen Shen withdrew his hand, he was going to read a book.As for Huan Le's injury, if that counted as an injury, the hospital would probably be full of people.

Sure enough, as soon as he turned around and left, Huan Le followed him again, his steps were brisk, and he didn't look injured at all so that he couldn't walk.But Cen Shen didn't tell the truth, Huan Le was not ashamed, no matter how poor the performance was, the scene could still be performed.

This is a little fun that only belongs to the two of them.

August, scorching heat.

Cen Shen's restoration work hit a bottleneck again, Huan Le often went to Shang Si's place to check his presence, but there was still no progress regarding Liu Qi.

There is no other reason. Although there are legends about Liu Qi in the world, there are too few traces of Liu Qi.No matter how powerful Shang Si's means are, there's nothing he can do about it.

What's more, he is already dead.

To our delight, Mr. Fu's reply letter finally arrived.Because the letter is too important, it is still the blue bird of Dongfeng Express who comes to deliver the letter.

Cen Shen was not in a hurry to open it, and asked, "Is this the only one?"

Qingniao shook her head, "Of course not. Fourth master also has one, but it has nothing to do with you."

"Thank you." Cen Shen nodded without further questioning.

After the blue bird left, he turned his attention to the letter in his hand again - on the cover of the envelope were four beautiful and correct pen characters. Although the number of characters is not many, it can also be seen the demeanor of a master.

Cen Shen kissed him.

Unexpectedly, Mr. Fu actually wrote back to him, and it was specially for him.

Cen Shen couldn't help being a little excited and apprehensive. For any craftsman, it might be something that he couldn't keep calm.That is Mr. Fu, the only living legend in today's artisan world.

Not to mention that there may be a "key" to repairing the formation diagram inside.

Taking a deep breath, Cen Shen regained his composure, and then opened the letter.The letter is very thick, with five sheets of paper, and the problem of the formation diagram is directly and clearly stated at the beginning, which is easy to understand and extremely professional.

Cen Shen couldn't help tightening his hand holding the letter, staring intently at the words on the letter, not wanting to miss even a single punctuation mark. Ten minutes later, he roughly scanned the letter, and his heart was already in a state of shock.

Mr. Fu deserves to be Mr. Fu, with such insight, it is beyond the reach of others.

This is the level that a master should truly have. Compared with Liu Qi's slanted sword, Mr. Fu's vast knowledge and profound insights are astonishing.

Cen Shen had a premonition that with this letter, the day when he could finish the formation diagram would not be far away.

At the end of the letter, Fu Xitang mentioned Wu Chongan and expressed his gratitude to Cen Shen for his letter.From the beginning to the end, Fu Xitang's tone remained polite and distant, neither too warm nor harboring any secrets.

Cen Shen solemnly refolded the letter, and was about to put the envelope back, but found that a thin piece of paper had fallen out of the envelope, and it fell at his feet.

He bent down to pick it up, glanced at the words on it, and his expression changed suddenly.

At this time, familiar footsteps came from outside the small courtyard, it was Huan Le returning from shopping.Cen Shen paused, and the moment Huan Le was about to step into the courtyard, he hid the piece of paper in his pocket.

Huan Le ran over unconsciously, seeing the letter in his hand, his eyes lit up, "Mr. Fu's reply has arrived?"

"En." Cen Shen handed over the letter.

Huan Le opened it to read, but the letter was filled with items related to the craftsman, he was confused, so he glanced at it casually and returned it to Cen Shen.

"Today looks like a good day, let's have hot pot tonight to celebrate, okay?" He asked with a smile.

"Okay." Cen Shen also held the corner of his mouth, "Go get ready, and call me when you're done."

Huan Le didn't doubt that he was there, and ran into the kitchen excitedly with the vegetables she bought, walking briskly.

Cen Shen stood in the yard watching his busy back, and after a long time, he turned and walked back to the studio.He took the note out of his pocket, read and confirmed it repeatedly, and it took an hour to read it.

It was getting dark, and his hands and feet were getting colder.

"Ah Cen, come and eat!" Huan Le's voice echoed with the last rays of the setting sun.

Only then did Cen Shen come back to his senses, and turned his neck stiffly to look over.In the warm and brilliant sunlight, Huan Le's face was covered by the mist from the hot pot, he was smiling, young and handsome.

"Here we come." Cen Shen responded softly, the sound fell to the ground without a sound, only he could hear it.Then he stood up, and when he swept the teacup with his right hand, the note fluttered down into the cup.

The tea soon soaked through the thin paper, and the ink smudged and blurred the handwriting, making it hard to distinguish.

Cen Shen shook the water glass, and poured out the rotten note along with the tea without hesitation.

Huan Le's urging voices still sounded from behind, with the smoke and fire of the world, one after another, accompanied by A Gui's gags.Cen Shen couldn't help but look up at the sky, night had already fallen.

It finally came.

He suddenly felt a little hard to breathe, as if the heavy night was about to press down and crush him to pieces.At first he thought it was his delusion, but the familiar colic came again, which made him gradually hunched his back, leaned on the pillar, and was really out of breath.

"Ah Cen!" Huan Le rushed from the kitchen, catching him before he collapsed.

Cen Shen fell ill again.

The lips that had just bled a little, turned pale again.When he was in pain, he always clenched his teeth habitually, but this time with Huan Le by his side, he passed his arm over for him to bite, but he didn't let him bite his lip again.

The cooked hot pot was left aside, no one cared about it.

Huan Le nervously carried Cen Shen back to the room, called Nan Ying again, and wiped his sweat again. Fortunately, this time the illness came and went quickly, and within a quarter of an hour, Cen Shen's breathing became stable again. .

But Huan Le was still worried, holding Cen Shen in his arms, as if he was afraid that he would disappear the next moment.

Cen Shen closed his eyes, his whole body seemed to be fished out of the water, his sweaty hair stuck to his cheeks, looking fragile and helpless.But he was still awake, his wandering eyes slowly focused on the bloody imprint on Huan Le's arm, and his eye sockets gradually turned red.

"What, what's the matter? Is it hurting again?" Huan Le was so impatient that he seemed to be roasted on the fire, and couldn't wait any longer, so he picked him up and rushed to find Nanying.

"I'm fine." Cen Shen stopped him in time, wrapped his hands around his neck, buried his head in his chest in a submissive attitude that he had never seen before, and snuggled up to him.

Huan Le noticed his strangeness, and frowned, "Ah Cen?"

"I'm here."

Cen Shen's voice was still very soft, as if he was completely out of strength.Huan Le didn't dare to move anymore, for fear of bumping into him again, which would hurt him, and he was even careful about breathing.

Cen Shen raised his head to look at him again, and said, "When the little hydrangea is repaired, you can take me with you, okay?"