I have a date with the beast

On the fifth Wu day after the beginning of spring, the Spring Society Day is used to worship the God of Earth.

Jiang Ze thought it over and over again, and finally decided to go back to the old house in the afternoon before February [-].Xiaofeng didn't raise any doubts, Jiang Ze wanted to go, so he went.

Saved the time of taking a long-distance bus, Jiang Ze returned to this old house full of memories in the blink of an eye.The house was still the same as it was when he left last time. There was a layer of dust on the handle of the iron door, as if no one had been there for a long time.

Jiang Zedao didn't know his current mood, whether he was calm or sad, but when the iron door was pushed open by him and there was a muffled "squeak", he felt his chaotic heart strangely calmed down again.

In the evening, Jiang Ze lay on the bamboo chair by the door to enjoy the breeze.This bamboo chair has been around for some years, it is already dilapidated, and it is crumbling when sitting on it. He fixed several places with nails so that it would not fall apart.

The weather in early spring turned from warm to cold, and Jiang Ze just stared at the wheat field in front of him in a trance, not even aware that he was attacked by the cold, and the tip of his nose turned red from the cold.

In a daze, a white fur coat covered himself, and when Jiang Ze was in a daze, a cup of steaming hot tea was stuffed into his palm.

"Drink to warm your body." Xiao Feng said in a deep voice.

Jiang Ze lowered his eyes and drank the hot tea in one gulp, leaving a light aftertaste of tea leaves in his mouth.

After a while, Xiao Feng said, "Go in, it's cold outside."

Hearing this, Jiang Ze retracted his nose into the soft fur cape. He shook his head lightly, his voice hoarse because he hadn't spoken for a long time: "I'll sit down for a while."

I just felt dizzy for a while, and when I saw it again, I was already nestled in Xiaofeng's arms, and the latter was lying firmly on the bamboo chair.

Jiang Ze's cheeks flushed instantly, and he wanted to break free with some embarrassment, but he could only get Xiaofeng's tighter confinement.

Xiaofeng pulled Bai Qiu towards Jiang Ze so that his body would not be exposed to the air.He touched Jiang Ze's hair gently, his bony fingers running through the cool hair.

Jiang Ze brushed aside the black hair hanging down to his chest in the mocking wind, and counted the dense lines on the white clothes in front of him. After a while, he felt sleepy. He closed his eyes, wanting to take a nap.

The tranquility at this moment actually brought him a feeling of nostalgia, as if a long time ago, he used to lie on Xiaofeng's body like this, lazily pillowing on his broad chest, watching the sun rise and the moon set, enjoying The clouds are calm and the wind is light.

Maybe that memory is so old and ancient that Jiang Ze wanted to recall it, and there would be a slight pain in his heart.Not obvious, but not to be ignored.

That is, Jiang Rufeng's memory.Jiang Ze suddenly opened his eyes, feeling a trace of unhappiness in his heart.

In the early morning of the next day, Jiang Ze enthusiastically went to the temple fair together.On February [-]nd, the dragon raised its head. According to the custom, people would hold a temple fair in the town. Before he left home, he would arrive early every year, occupying the best position next to the temporary stage set up for performing social operas.

The temple fair is very lively, with brightly colored revolving lanterns hanging everywhere, handmade windmills made of colored paper turn and stop with the wind, and peddlers shake the rattles in their hands, giving priority to drumbeats.There are a few wisps of sweetness floating in the still cold air, whether it is tea soup or bean cake.

Jiang Ze felt that he hadn't felt so relaxed and happy like this for a long time.He didn't waste time watching social dramas, but briskly shuttled between the crowded and orderly paving rooms, and glanced at the dazzling array of commodities.

There was an endless stream of people in front of him, and when Jiang Ze realized that Xiao Feng hadn't followed him and wanted to turn around to look for him, a strange but familiar picture suddenly appeared in his mind——

Also under this clear blue sky, there is also a temple fair full of people, but the people coming and going all have high buns and plain clothes and long robes.

A man in Tsing Yi, with his hair in half bunches and half batches, holding a fan in his hand, looks like a tree facing the wind, and moves through the crowd in a chic manner, revealing innate elegance and extraordinaryness in his gestures.

The man saw the lifelike sugar figurine on the street, he turned around and whispered excitedly, his voice clear and clear: "Xiaofeng, look!"

And Jiang Ze also saw the man's face clearly when he turned his head - it was clearly the same face as his own.

Jiang Ze suddenly felt his heart tighten.

"Like the wind?" The voice that reached his ears brought back his fugue consciousness.

Jiang Ze was stunned for a moment, he looked at Xiaofeng, an unknown emotion flashed in his eyes, but he quickly suppressed it.

"Go back, I'm a little tired." Jiang Ze lowered his eyes and said flatly.

The mocking wind paused, didn't ask why, just responded softly: "Okay."

After returning to the old house, Jiang Ze lay silently on the bed, looking really tired.He was facing inward, staring blankly at the mottled wall, and felt an unspeakable dull pain in his chest.

Very different.These four words are all over his mind.

No one knew where the mocking wind had gone, Jiang Ze lay down for a while, feeling really agitated in his heart, so he got up and walked to the backyard.

Perhaps it was a habit he developed when he was young. Once he was in a bad mood or encountered troubles, he liked to go to the backyard and meditate against the ancient locust tree, and those troubles really left with the breeze blowing the leaves of the ancient locust tree.This method has been tried and tested repeatedly, and it can calm his mood down every time.

Jiang Ze sat cross-legged next to the ancient locust tree, touched the newly grown grass with his fingers, and was full of thoughts for a while.

After a long while, he sighed softly, turned his head to look at Guhuai, but from the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the notch that went deep into the trunk.

There was a burst of cold fragrance, and then a pair of luxurious satin boots appeared in the field of vision.

"like……"

Before Xiaofeng could call out that name, Jiang Ze stood up, looked directly into Xiaofeng's eyes, and said angrily, "I am Jiang Ze, not Jiang Rufeng!"

A trace of puzzlement flashed in Xiaofeng's eyes, and was instantly hidden in endless indifference.He opened his mouth with no waves in his voice: "You are like the wind, and Rufeng is also you."

Jiang Ze shook his head expressionlessly, and said firmly, "No, I'm not."

Xiaofeng didn't speak.

After a long time, Jiang Ze lowered his head and said softly, "Tell me about it, Jiang Rufeng."