I have a date with the beast

Since then, not to mention mocking wind, even Jiang Taotao has never appeared again.

After Qingming comes Grain Rain, the sixth solar term in the 24 solar terms and the last solar term in spring.Rain grows a hundred grains, sows and transplants seedlings, melons and beans.

When Jiang Ze returned to the countryside, he was unable to cultivate the few acres of land in front of the old house. The only thing he could do was to remove the wanton weeds.

The backyard was already full of vitality. Jiang Ze simply mowed the grass, then brought a bamboo chair and lay down on it to rest.

This sleep was very heavy, and it was dusk when I woke up.Jiang Ze stretched his waist, flexed his slightly stiff muscles, and walked slowly towards the door of the old house.

The golden sunset glow in the distance covers the sky, and strands of colorful clouds shuttle gracefully among them.Under the reflection of the setting sun, the wheat field in front is shining brightly, like a sea of ​​emerald green.

Jiang Ze looked at the unbelievably beautiful scene in front of him silently, and felt an unspeakable emotion rising in his heart.

The vague melancholy is exactly his restrained and low-key lovesickness.

"Laughing wind..." A soft call dissipated in the wind.

The barren hills at midnight are silent, even the birds and beasts quietly hide their whereabouts, only the sound of the cool wind whistling past and the leaves rustling in my ears.

Jiang Ze walked fearlessly, the cigarette burning at his fingertips appearing and disappearing in the darkness.

When he came to an open platform, Jiang Ze took out the fireworks he had prepared in advance, and lit them with the cigarette butt that was about to burn to his fingertips. For a moment, sparks appeared, and the burnt fireworks jumped in the air.

He looked up at the full moon in the night, gritted his teeth, and suppressed the faint fear in his heart.

The old man said that ghosts like fire. On the night of the full moon, pick the place where the yin energy gathers in the barren mountains and wild mountains, and light the fireworks. In all likelihood, ghosts will be attracted.But this method is very dangerous, because most of the recruits are sinful evil spirits, and if you are not careful, your life will be in danger.

He's betting, he's betting that if he recruits a ghost, Xiaofeng will definitely not die.

The spring rain startles the spring and clears the valley, the summer is full and the summer is hot. After the rain, it is the beginning of summer, and then it is followed by Xiaoman. It has been nearly three months.Three months, such a long period of time, the mocking wind really hasn't appeared again, it's like the world has evaporated.

It was only then that Jiang Ze realized that there was an ironclad fact. If he didn't do something as soon as possible, he might die without being able to see the mockery again.

He finally gave in.

The wind on the mountain became more and more violent. Jiang Ze was only wearing a single shirt, and the cold wind made him shiver.He wanted to light a cigarette to calm the turmoil in his heart, but the flame of the lighter was ruthlessly swallowed by the night wind as soon as it came out.

I don't know how long it took, and all the fireworks were left with dying debris.Jiang Ze squatted down, rubbing the ashes that shattered at the touch of his fingers, and the broken hair on his forehead covered his eyebrows and eyes, making it difficult to see his expression clearly.

Sure enough, what Xiaofeng cared about was only his lover from the previous life, Jiang Rufeng.As for himself, he just happens to look the same as Jiang Rufeng, so it doesn't matter if he has one or not. After a hundred years, there may be another person who looks the same as Jiang Rufeng, or even within a hundred years.

Xiaofeng is an ancient god who has lived for tens of millions of years. He has witnessed the world from nothingness to abundance, and seen the endless prosperity and chaos of the world.He lives in the myths and legends passed down from generation to generation by the common people, and lives above Qionglou Yuyu Shenxiao Jiangque.

Only do not live in the mundane world.

Who is Jiang Rufeng? He is an infatuated lover who is willing to gather firewood and fish in the mountains and fields, just to stay with that person until he grows old.

And he, Jiang Ze, is less than one ten-thousandth of him.Jiang Rufeng used his sincerity to keep the mocking wind for decades, but he, how could He De keep that person for a moment?

Thinking of this, Jiang Ze knelt down on the ground, covering his eyes and weeping silently.

On a quiet night, the wind blows the vegetation, and the insects and birds sing in the forest.

"Fool."

Jiang Ze raised his head abruptly, a tear fell out of his eye socket, and slid down his cheek to his chin.He looked at the white figure standing only a few meters away in front of him with surprise, not daring to blink his eyes, for fear that the person in front of him would disappear in the next second.

"I thought I'd never see you again." Jiang Ze pursed his lips. Although he tried his best to control his voice, he still showed a bit of uncontrollable fear.

The man didn't answer.Under Jiang Ze's gaze, he walked over with steady steps, then pulled up Jiang Ze who was kneeling on the ground, and embraced his cold body in his arms.

"No." His tone was low and firm, as if this was not just an answer, but a more permanent promise.

Jiang Ze closed his eyes, put his chin on Xiaofeng's shoulder, and the familiar cold fragrance lingering in his breath brought him long-lost stability and satisfaction.

"It's too cold, let's go first." Xiaofeng patted Jiang Ze's back comfortingly, feeling the faint trembling under his palm, and a trace of helplessness and distress slipped in his deep eyes.

He carried Jiang Ze back to the rental house, put him on the bed, and covered him with a quilt.

Seeing that the mocking wind was about to leave, Jiang Ze immediately sat up, grabbed his hand vigorously, and begged, "Don't leave."

Xiao Feng turned around and patiently explained: "Just pour a glass of water, I won't leave."

Jiang Ze shook his head vigorously, grabbed Xiao Feng's hand, let him sit on the bed, then stared into his eyes and said, "I know I'm not as good as Jiang Rufeng."

The mocking wind was dumb, the deep eyes moved slightly, and it took a long time to caress Jiang Ze's cheek, and said in a deep voice: "No, you are fine."

"Unless you drive me away, I won't leave." He lightly kissed the corner of Jiang Ze's cold mouth and made a promise.

It wasn't until Xiaofeng fell asleep next to him that Jiang Ze finally felt at ease, and the raging drowsiness also took advantage of the moment when his nerves relaxed.

In a trance, he heard the mocking wind lingering in his ears, and his voice was hoarse and authentic: "It has always been you, why are you obsessed with the name."

Followed by a sigh.