gentle and affectionate

Chapter 23.

On the last day of the year, the north wind blows geese and the snow falls heavily.

Thick clouds cover the sun, and the air is cold and humid; ice crystals huddle together and swirl down from high altitude, making Yushu Qionghua bloom in full bloom, and smoked tiles are covered with silk yarn.

The sky and the ground are filled with endless whiteness, similar to the ice and snow kingdom in the deepest part of my mind, but there are more dead branches in the courtyard... The bare tree trunks stretch out their thin hands to the sky, struggling desperately, It seems to be fighting endlessly against death.

In vain.

What a weak and sad word.

Touching this scene and thinking about the past, most of them are nostalgia, with the sigh of wandering away from home, but when the memories flood in like a tide-childhood, growth and the warmth of family...just thinking about it, a smile can't get off the corners of the lips.

In the past, I have gone, Yang Liu Yiyi.

Nostalgia is a strong sense of belonging, because your home, your roots, are in that place; but it is precisely because of this that I will never be able to understand the mood in the poem.

Because I don't have a home anymore.

——Or my home, waiting for me to destroy him with my own hands.

……

But this winter is not so cold.

There was a heavy weight on his shoulders, I don't know how many times he was hung up with a heavy cotton coat, and without even thinking about who it was, I grabbed his arm with my backhand to stop him from going back to the room.

"what happened?"

"Stand for a while."

After half a year, my Japanese level has risen sharply, and it has reached the level where I can speak some simple words.Hearing this, he glanced at me silently, then retracted his raised foot, and stood fiercely with me.

Well... no expression is required.

I don't know if he was frightened by his black face, it seems that even the snowflakes are smaller, and they don't rush straight down so densely, and they are whirling and fluttering in the air, like little white butterflies.I stretched out my hand to let the snowflakes fall on the palm of my hand, and the little ice flakes melted in an instant, melting into a small puddle of water, which was very cool and comfortable.

With an idea, I squatted down.

"What are you doing?"

……

"You stop for me!"

In the twelfth lunar month of winter, the feeling of being poured with snow is of course uncomfortable, even the strong Heigan can't help but feel agitated.I was wrapped in a heavy coat and still ran fast, but Mr. Hei was not slow. I could only pick up snowballs to attack him from time to time. Naturally, he would not lag behind, so he threw snow at me.

This back and forth turned into a snowball fight, causing the brother Yasha who came to visit the door to be petrified, his expression was like seeing Pikachu wearing a bikini dancing pole dance.

Is it that scary!

Ten percent of the people who came to our house were looking for Heigang (because it was useless to find me), and the people who came were a bit unfamiliar, so I stood behind Heigang and silently curled my lips, only to see the two people who came over with big and small bags. The little brother looked at me from time to time, which made me feel uncomfortable.

...do I look weird?

Even if blond hair is considered strange here, but half a year has passed, no matter how strange it is, you should get used to it.Mr. Hei was also aware of their gaze, and with a slight movement of his long legs, he completely blocked me.

Height advantage oh yeah!

I squatted on the ground beautifully to play with the snow, and for the first time felt that the big black man was very useful.It wasn’t until a long time later that Mr. Hei and I talked about this again, he told me awkwardly that in fact, many people in the Yasha country coveted me (for my beauty?)... This piece of black charcoal is really anyone’s jealousy, I laughed I couldn't stand up straight, and the result was... I woke up weakly at noon the next day.

The saying that you can't live by doing evil has been proven correct by my countless times of personal practice.

……

Now, I'm still confused, I don't know why those people are looking at me, and I don't even know the little thought that Mr. Hei has, playing with the snow heartlessly.After eating at noon, the snow stopped and the weather gradually cleared up. The snow on the top of the tip melted slightly under the warmth of the winter sun, shining happily, celebrating my first Eastern New Year.

New Year's Eve.

……

I happily built a big snowman in the yard.

This kind of behavior was mercilessly despised by Mr. Hei, but he didn't stop me, and let me make a ball of thick snow, put carrots and little black beans stolen from the kitchen, and let my hat go. I put it on... Xiaoyuan looks quite cartoony after being treated like this by me. Master Hei despises it, but he still acquiesces in actions. I think it must be because I wear gloves obediently.

……

A lot of people came and went that afternoon, all carrying big bags and small bags. Although everyone looked relaxed because they didn't fight at night (the New Year's truce), they still looked respectful to Mr. Hei. Think about his Personality, this can be regarded as normal; the strange thing is that it is Mr. Hei who is talking to them, but these people keep looking at me, with strange expressions.

Am I that weird? !

Mr. Hei had to continue to play the role of "barrier", but the effect was minimal. I was baptized by the eyes of everyone, but it was not because I was afraid of their eyes. What made me care was their eyes.

——Why are you looking at me with such a sour expression?

Could it be that he is coveting my Ah Hei?I was unbalanced, and I looked at Mr. Hei habitually, but found that there seemed to be people looking at him with the same eyes, and the number seemed to be more than mine.

So, I immediately balanced.

Although Mr. Hei is young, but because of his tough appearance, he does not look childish. In addition to his subwoofer voice and calm personality, everyone admires him, even loves him. A lot of brain fans... However, Master Hei has always been indifferent to outsiders, ignoring the star eyes from all directions, but he had a good chat with a few gray-haired old people, which broke the hearts of many fans.

As a result, the little fans bluffed away with boring topics, and turned to me to build a snowman.I greeted them warmly, and as I welcomed them, I couldn't stop wondering where these kids came from.

——Yasha people are all men, so who cares about having children?

……

The children couldn't stay idle, their hands were red from the snow without gloves, and they were still chattering non-stop, but they all slowed down thoughtfully; If you understand it, just watch them make a fuss, and it's fun.

It's a pity that the child named Xiao Mo suddenly smirked.

He seemed to mention Master Hei and me in his words, and with that expression... I'm not curious that they are not human.I was stared at by strange eyes all afternoon, I didn't know why, but when I heard similar words, I asked casually, but Xiao Mo ran away as if he was caught, how could a kid be so fast? Let alone me, not to mention that he ran into the house in a trap of his own accord.So it didn't take a while for Xiao Mo to be cornered by me.

"What's going on?" I raised the corner of my mouth.

"No... nothing..."

"Really not?"

"Um……"

"Really?"

"..."

Xiao Mo pursed his mouth, looking like he was about to cry.I raised my eyebrows and looked at him, only three words came out of my mouth.

"Osmanthus cake."

……

That day the little brothers came to play with me, and they ate a few yuan when they saw the dim sum. That's when I realized that Master Hei ordered it to go down and make it for me alone, so I got rid of some that I sent to King Yasha. No one else can see it there.I don't mind much about it, but if it got to the mean head of my family...

Xiao Mo was so frightened that he cried without pretending, and begged me for mercy with a bitter face.

I propped one arm against the wall, smiling.

A few of his little friends lay down by the window to watch the fun.

"Lord Fay, just let me go."

"Do not say?"

I couldn't help being a little speechless, I just wanted him to say it again for fun, but I didn't expect him to keep avoiding it with hesitation, did I accidentally catch something I shouldn't hear?

The more he stopped talking, the more curious I became, so I imitated Heiwang and stared at him viciously. I didn't see the emotion of fear, but I saw him stunned for a moment, and I was stupid there immediately.I couldn't help feeling unbalanced again, why did Hei Gang and I make the same expression, but others reacted so differently?

"Don't say it, you are dead!"

Ignoring word order...that's basically the most difficult thing I can say.Xiao Mo couldn't figure out how much I could understand, and was very entangled.

"If you say it, you will die..."

I don't care about him and continue to press.

Xiao Mo looked at his little friend in mourning, seeing that I did not back down, so he could only take a deep breath, with an expression of resignation to death.

"That's when you *& go out, everyone*&% who are you, Master Heigang*& in a word."

traveling?Master Hei and I travel every day, which day are you talking about?Although I only understood half of it, but in order not to lose my momentum, I pretended to understand everything and nodded, and continued to threaten, Xiao Mo couldn't help but feel even more bitter.

"What did you say?"

"..."

"Speak or not?"

"My house..."

"Your house is on fire." A deep and powerful voice sounded.

……

ha?

Xiao Mo and I looked at my subwoofer in a daze, I just wondered how he got in, but the latter had a very bad expression and looked unlovable.

Why?Didn't this kid still admire Master Hei just now?

"Is his house really open?" I asked in surprise.

"almost."

……

When will this guy predict it?

Master Hei calmly pulled me aside, Xiao Mo lost his restraint and ran away.Because of this, I looked at Mr. Hei with resentment. The latter held my wrist tightly and glared at me viciously. The children didn’t help or speak, but cheered inexplicably. He made a bow, raised the red envelope in his hand, and ran away happily.

Obviously, that bow...of course it was made for Heigang.

Besides, they each had a copy of the red envelope, but I didn't, so I felt even more resentful. I moved my arm and tried to break free from his grip, but his hand was like a pincer, pulling it tighter and tighter, and after glaring at me He walked directly to the corridor... half-dragging and half-dragging me.

Hate it, I want it too.

……

Since it is Chinese New Year, there must be a New Year's Eve dinner.Mr. Hei dragged me to the kitchen. He wanted me to make noodles. I wanted to help, but the texture of the buckwheat noodles was very different from that of the bread. So, when Mr. Hei sighed for the nth time, I With a shrug, the apron he tied on me by himself was taken off, leaving Heim alone as a model worker.

This...you can't blame me for being lazy, can you?

The red envelope has not arrived, and I can’t help after a while of New Year’s Eve dinner. I was bored, and when I looked up, I saw a mountain of gift boxes in the corner of the room—gifted by people who came in the afternoon. I was curious Pointing, Chef Hei glanced at me in his busy schedule, bowed his head and acquiesced.

I immediately picked up the scissors cheerfully.

La la la~ unwrapping presents~~o(≧v≦)o~~

……

I don’t know who said that unpacking feels like unpacking clothes, full of pleasure; I always feel that the person who said this is a bit perverted, but I have to admit that unpacking is indeed a happy thing. What makes people happy is yet to come - except for a few horses of high-quality ingredients, sword ears, and fine wine, the rest are actually some pastries, preserved fruits, etc... This is obviously for me!

It’s not that I’m being sentimental, look, the dim sum is as sweet as candy—Master Hei doesn’t like sweets, so it can’t be given to him; more than half of the fabrics are light-colored, but Master Hei almost only wears dark colors, Black; there are also a few bowstrings that are quite elastic-only I use bows and arrows, plus those colorful gadgets... It doesn't look like it can be given to Mr. Hei.

Have you ever seen Altman playing with Barbie dolls?

...It's right if you haven't seen it.

Then, I'm confused.

——Obviously it was a gift for Mr. Hei, why did you give me the ones I like?

……

There were footsteps outside the door, and the sliding door was pulled open, probably to ask me to eat.

"Master Black..."

"what happened?"

I looked up at him with a bitter face, flattened my mouth, and the latter looked surprised.

"What's the matter?"

"Master Black."

"Ok?"

"...I really didn't mean to."

"?"

The sentences are too difficult for me to speak, I can only point to the gift boxes on the floor.Mr. Hei looked at me suspiciously, so he walked over to check it out, and I looked at him very anxiously—I thought that when the children just robbed the snacks at home, he threw them out; now I "rob" Despite his gift, he still has to...

God!I don't want to be thrown out by Master Hei!

The face is hot and the back is cold, what kind of trouble is going to happen in the two worlds of ice and fire?The confiscation of the black boss was about to end, I struggled to no avail, so I had to sit on the ground with broken pots.

So Master Hei turned his head and saw a resentful me sitting on the ground, every pore in my body exuded a pitiful breath.

The corners of his perfect lips twitched suspiciously, then he turned around and picked up a snack box to go to the balcony door, with a bottle of fine wine in his other hand.I stared at him blankly, and got another brain bang.

"Silly."

……

I swear I'm going to drink all his good wine!

The customs of the Night Demon Kingdom are not like his Japanese country, and we don’t know what the people of the Night Demon Country eat, but Heigan made soba noodles, and I ate them according to his customs.Although Heitan's personality isn't very good (especially when he always flicks my forehead), his cooking skills are really good.

"How about it?"

"good."

I responded indifferently to him on purpose, and the latter silently arranged the dishes and sent them out, like an angry little daughter-in-law.

--snort!That's how it should be!

Feeling that I have won the game, I sat comfortably under the eaves and had some snacks. There were several bottles of fine wine beside me - some were new gifts, and some I had never seen before. I don’t know where the black P got it from. These good things just look like old wine.I chose a bottle at random, and I didn't need a wine glass, just opened the lid and drank it.

……

Cough, cough, so intense...

"useless."

This kind of person never said anything good, so I stared back, but Hei Gang turned his face away, took out a few more bottles of fine wine, and then Shi Shiran sat down.

It is probably rare for us to sit outside and drink in the cold wind on New Year's Eve in the cold wind like the two of us.Hei Gang and I were each wearing cotton-padded clothes, sitting under the eaves drinking together, chatting with each other, just like the night when we first arrived in Sara Kingdom half a year ago; but many things are no longer the same, such as the cold The wind and warm cotton clothes, such as the snacks he specially selected for me, such as the language that is difficult to understand, and when I encounter those who cannot speak, I will use charcoal pencils to paint on paper.

For example, his deep eyes.

Maybe it's because the Nightmare Kingdom is a man's country, and even the wine here is stronger than other places, so I choked on the first sip, but I couldn't stop after that.I gulped down the wine, there was no moonlight on New Year's Eve, and in the dark world, only candles were dancing.The light was so dim that we could only see each other, but we couldn't even see each other clearly.

Hei Gang and I have been together like this for more than half a year. We don’t understand the language and personality. I hide everything from him. He looks at me a hundred times with suspicion, but the pleasant memory is as beautiful as a dream. So happy that just looking back, I feel that this life has no regrets, even the most daily life, every time I eat, sleep every day, go out together, go to the battlefield together... they are so cute that people want to remember every moment .

Some people have said that the greatest happiness in this world lies in this endless daily life.

Ordinary people do ordinary things and have ordinary happiness; while those so-called extraordinary people, apart from the vanity that may be known to others, but they never care about, more, they are too Through heavy sorrow and joy.

There is always a kind of person in this world who is far more sad than happy.

……

The trembling caused by strong alcohol in the throat makes people cringe, but they want to experience more. I think this is probably called "addiction", and once the addiction is too much, the reason will be less, and the mind will become a little unclear.

Slightly drunk.

This feeling is great.

The Lingtai seems to be clear, but the body is limp and does not want to move, the speed of thinking slows down, and it is no longer embarrassing to see too clearly, and it seems that as long as you don't look, there will be no troubles in this world.

Those who drink to relieve their sorrows probably have such a mood.

"Hey."

"What's the matter, master?"

He was silent for a moment, probably digesting my new name for him.

"...here."

I looked over curiously, and saw that he was holding a rectangular object in his hand, which looked like an envelope, and the red color could be vaguely discerned.

And... really mine?

Although I only found out that it was called a red envelope later, I didn’t guess its meaning at all—it’s for children, just like children in Thracian would receive gifts. I can understand that asking him for a red envelope is just arguing with him... So now that he really gave it to me, it really made me a little panicked.

I hesitated and didn't know whether to accept it or not, but he didn't look at me awkwardly, acting like a young girl in love.

It's like... handing a love letter to someone you like.

I joked in my heart, because I was worried that he would be thrown out of the room in the middle of the night (although he hadn’t done it), and I didn’t know how to make such a complicated sentence, so I had to bury this sentence in my stomach and say it later when I have a chance .His hand was still hanging in the air, I thought he was serious, so I reached out to take it without hesitation.The thin envelope has no weight, but the surface is a little uneven, as if something is bulging out.

What are you wearing?

I glanced at him, he nodded, and took out the candlestick from the room; the envelope was not even sealed, so I opened it by the light of the candlestick, the tentacles were extremely soft and thin paper, I carefully pulled it out of the paper bag, Then……

actually...

I looked up at him, speechless for a moment.

The paper as thin as a cicada's wings is folded flat and almost transparent, which makes people have to sigh the meticulousness of the creator; but how can it match the color--the blue that stretches radially, from the sky to the sea, with a white rainbow in the center , like the horizon between the sea and the sky; and a few points of pure black on the edge, adding depth to all this.

It was a lifeless butterfly.

I don't know what method he used to preserve it so well, it was flattened by the books, but it was still as agile as if it could fly away at any time.

And all this is because I saw the blue butterfly that time, and I said I like it.

……

Impossible not to be moved.

I put the butterfly away carefully, raised my eyes to look straight into his dark eyes, my thin lips were still tightly pressed, the two straight eyebrows made it difficult to approach, and the sharp phoenix eyes showed a gentleness that I had never seen before .

I must be reading it wrong.

But those eyes were so close to me, so dark and deep, as if they had the power to bewitch people's hearts, and they were soul-stirring.

Really handsome.

I smell each other, the air is full of the smell of wine; fireworks are set off in the distance, showing off the fleeting beauty, but at this time I have no intention to look at it, I don't know if it is because of the slightly drunk wine or because of the person in front of me.

I can't look away.

This person along the way, obviously only met half a year ago, getting along is more noisy than peaceful, but the tacit cooperation is outrageous... Whether it is on the battlefield, or in daily life, whether it is hostile or cooperative, this person is completely in control of himself What he thinks and does is as if he also understands him; and where he can't see him clearly, he can't see himself clearly.

As a confidant, but also a mystery.

……

Just like now, I can't see his eyes clearly, let alone guess his thoughts, I only know that my heart is beating crazily, and it seems that something is about to come out.

I almost couldn't help but kiss the corner of his tightly pursed lips.

The man's resolute lines are infinitely magnified in front of my eyes, the breath smells like wine, and the touch is like a slight stubble... The touch of a superficial touch brings some trembling and cautiousness. Thank you... I want to see his face, see if he still looks at me so tenderly, or maybe everything is fleeting like fireworks.

But I am a little afraid to watch it, because I know that sweet dreams are always short-lived.

……

He didn't give me time to hesitate.

Because in the next second, the waist tightened, and the body was brought into that warm embrace; the lips were kissed fiercely, a big hand reached into the hair, and pressed hard from the back of the head to the familiar but unfamiliar face.

The same but different smell of alcohol mixed into one taste, his kiss was as aggressive and irresistible as his own.The entanglement of lips and tongue caused tremors, the arms around my waist were inexplicably tightened, and the domineering tenderness made me almost breathless.

The most thoughtful gift.

A soft and long kiss.

Gorgeous fireworks.

……

I closed my eyes and felt the almost crazy touch brought by this too beautiful dream.

You must cherish it, because the time to wake up from the dream will always come.