It is said that Shizun is a devil

Han Jing had repeated dreams all night, and slept very restlessly, but when he woke up, in the blink of an eye, he completely forgot what he saw and heard in the dream, but it was as if a big stone was pressed on his chest, and it was difficult to breathe .

The young man was lying on the bed, his face was supported by his arms, and he looked at Han Jing worriedly. Seeing Han Jing opened his eyes, he immediately asked nervously, "What's wrong with you? Did you have a nightmare?"

Being looked at by the boy's bright eyes with care and nervousness, a strange warm current rose in Han Jing's heart. Although he met the boy for the first time, he still felt as if he had never seen him before. Live softly: "I'm fine."

The young man approached suspiciously, his face was only half an inch away from Han Jing's face, Han Jing could clearly see the young man's eyelashes, they were very thick, so thick that they were almost distorted, but the close face did not give people a sense of oppression, Because there is only pure concern in the eyes of the young man.

The young man looked at it for a while, but naturally he couldn't see what was going on, so he sat up, changed the subject, and smiled, like a child eager to present a treasure to an adult: "It's time for breakfast, what do you want to eat? I can do it." Too much, do you want to drink porridge? Do you want to eat steamed stuffed buns?"

Han Jing also exaggerated very cooperatively: "You are really good, so why don't you have porridge and steamed stuffed buns, okay?"

The boy cheered, got off the bed and ran out happily, Han Jing chased after him: "Don't rush, don't rush, run slowly, don't fall."

The boy turned his head and grinned, showing his big white teeth.

I always feel that facing this young man, there is a feeling of an old father. Although the old father Han Jing does not distinguish between grains, he still helps the young man choose vegetables and add water: "Son, what is your name?"

The young man froze for a moment, and looked at Han Jing blankly. Han Jing had seen some things in recent years, and he could already sense the emotions in other people's eyes. The young man's eyes seemed to be full of nostalgia and sadness. Han Jing immediately realized whether he was Asked a wrong question: "I'm sorry."

The boy was awakened by this sorry sentence: "No...don't be sorry..." He carefully looked at Han Jing, and whispered, "I have a name, and I like my name very much."

Han Jing's voice gently encouraged: "Since you like it so much, it must be a very good name, can you tell me?"

The young man stared at Han Jing for a while, then lowered his head, and whispered: "No, you can't just tell others the name of a ghost. What's your name?"

Han Jing smiled slightly: "Humans don't have such rules, my name is Han Jing."

The young man silently put Han Jing's name on the tip of his tongue several times, and suddenly became happy again: "Your name is Han Jing, then you can call me Han!"

Han Jing was stunned for a moment: "Is this also possible?"

The young man said happily, "What's wrong with that! Just call me Han, and I'll tell you my real name on the day you leave."

Seeing him happy, Han Jing felt happy too: "Okay, then I'll call you Han."

The days with Han can be regarded as happy, although I am always secretly anxious for not knowing about Han Jin's situation, but I don't know how long this place is away from the human world, my sense of direction is poor, and Jingnan Stone Forest is hard to find, finding Han Jin is not easy It was an easy matter, he had no doubts about Han Jin's ability to protect himself, but he was afraid that Han Jin would do something when he woke up and saw his dead body.But now that he escaped from the dead and returned to the human world from the world of death, Han Jin should also be able to sense that his soul is stable, just like he can sense that Han Jin's soul is still intact.

It’s just that Han is very obsessive, he either drags Han Jing to chat and listen to stories, or takes Han Jing to the slope to pick flowers and count stars. It can be seen that Han is a lonely child, but no matter how lonely he is, he wants to go out and play with Han Jing so much. The place of activity is always limited to the hillside above the wooden house, and Han never goes to the other side of the hillside.He told Han Jing that spirits and spirits have a strong sense of territory, if it is not a declaration of war, it is best not to easily enter the territory of other spirits.Han Jing also let go of his faint curiosity, and stayed honestly with Han on the hillside that he had already traveled all over.

The realm of the elves is no different from the realm of humans. The flowers are all equally bright, the sky is equally clear, and the moon is equally waxing and waning. What Han likes most is lying on the top of a hillside with Han Jing under a clear night sky. In the flowers, I watched the moon and counted the stars, and listened to Han Jing's stories outside, about the Taoist companion who is very considerate and caring, and the pet who is very naughty and can make trouble.Han can always listen to it and fall asleep beside Han Jing. The sleeping face in the flowers is quiet and peaceful, which can always make Han Jing's father love gushes out.

It's just that although Han likes to cling to Han Jing, he never changes clothes in front of Han Jing. He said that this is a ghost's secret. Han Jing is not a person who likes to spy on other people's privacy, so he naturally respects his habits.

The time of two months is coming soon, Han Jing stayed up all night the night before, thinking that Han must hear his blessing the moment he opens his eyes early in the morning, but his plan was in vain because of Han Ye not sleeping .

Because of the huge age difference, in Han Jingyan's eyes, this child is just a baby. Although he knows that he is already a big child, every time he speaks, he still speaks softly so as not to scare him: "What's wrong? I'm so happy to sleep Can't you?"

Han didn't speak, and both of them were lying on their backs. Han Jing couldn't see Han's expression, so he turned sideways to watch the child communicate, but when he moved, Han immediately turned his back to prevent Han Jing from seeing For himself, Han Jing suddenly remembered something, and put his hand on Han's shoulder: "Are you reluctant to part with me?"

Although he couldn't see Han's expression, Han Jing could see Han nodding his head, and a strong reluctance suddenly surged in his heart, like an old father who couldn't leave his child to go out: "You can come with me ?"

Han shook his head.

Han Jing's originally excited mood because of Han's birthday also calmed down, and became a little sad: "I will come back to see you often in the future."

Han didn't nod or shake his head this time, Han Jing put his hands on his shoulders, and could feel his shoulders shaking slightly, Han Jing stood up to look at Han's face, Han buried his face in the quilt to avoid it Cold eyes.

Han Jing opened his mouth to speak, but found that he had nothing to say. He stared at Han's back in a daze for a while, and finally lay on his back on the bed, staring at the muddy roof all night.

He has discovered that some partings are unavoidable, no matter how much.

When they woke up the next day, neither of them was very excited, but since the separation was inevitable, at least let Han have a happy birthday before leaving.Although both of them had a sleepless night, Han Jing still patted Han on the shoulder when the first light came into the room, pretending to wake him up, gave him a big smile, clapped and said: "Happy birthday !"

Han's eyes were red, bloodshot eyes appeared in his eyes, and Han Jing's heart ached again when he saw it.

Although we have only been together for two short months, Han Jing has already regarded him as his beloved junior. Seeing his beloved child cry is always something that makes parents feel distressed, but Han Jing has to pretend that he has not noticed that he has cried , keep pretending to be happy, and give gifts.

Because Han is always with Han Jing except when changing clothes and cooking, Han Jing can only prepare a limited surprise, just a wreath that uses magic to keep the flowers alive.Han Jing's hands-on ability is limited, and it took a lot of editing and scrapping to make this one, which is still pretty.

Han carefully avoided the green leaves and delicate flowers with sufficient water, pinched the branches of the wreath, put the wreath on his head, and looked at Han Jing nervously.

Han Jing praised sincerely: "It's beautiful."

Han embarrassedly stretched out his hand to support the wreath, showing a shy smile.

For breakfast, Han Jing volunteered to make rounds. Han Zai looked at Han Jing nervously. It was because Han Jing lacked the ability and experience to work. He couldn’t afford to start a fire for a long time. Han Zai was anxious to go up and light the fire by himself. But he insisted on coming by himself.

The monks with dual spiritual roots of water and ice really don’t have any talent for making fire. After fighting with flint for a long time, the hay that ignited the fire was retting one after another, but there was no such thing as a raging fire as imagined. Still trying slowly.

Han squatted next to Han Jing and puffed out his cheeks and kept blowing fire, wishing to become a bellows to get closer and closer, Han Jing was afraid that sparks would splash on his face, so the flint hit lower and lower, Han puffed out his cheeks and squatted lower and lower.I don't know if Han Jing's persistence played a role, or Han's persistence played a role. A few sparks fell, and the dry grass finally gave a huge reaction. It ignited with a splash, and the flame jumped three inches high. Han's subconscious head Leaning back, the wreath that was falling lower and lower accidentally fell when he lowered his head. Han hurriedly reached out and reached out to catch it. The silk ribbon around his neck was of unknown material. When it was licked by the flames, it burned at the same speed as dry grass .

Han only cared about picking up the garlands to pat the small flames on the garlands, and Han Jing quickly reached out to pat the ribbon on Han's neck, frantically trying to tear the ribbon off Han's neck.

Han confirmed that the garland was all right, and suddenly realized what Han Jing was doing, and immediately broke away from Han Jing's hand, and backed away again and again.

However, the ribbon has been loosened, and Han Jing has already seen from the loosened ribbon what it wants to hide under the ribbon.

Although only a finger-wide slit leaked out, Han Jing's memory still recognized the red birthmark.

Han held the wreath and carefully looked up at him, Han Jing stepped forward and stretched out his hand to pull his ribbon, Han squeezed the wreath and swung his arms to try to break free, but was stopped by Han Jing's first loud scolding.

"Han Fuwang! Be honest!" Han Jing's mind was in a mess, and he didn't know what he was talking about, but Han calmed down all of a sudden, and lowered his head nervously like a child who has done something wrong. Thinking that she would not be discovered, she secretly glanced at Han Jing's movements, and Han Jing no longer had any doubts.

"Han Fuwang, what's going on? Tell me!"

The author has something to say:

ah!I still have to write a little bit, and I must end it!Originally, I wanted to write something while I was still young, and finishing it was the only requirement I had for myself.