The hunted Yuan Boya [Comprehensive]

Extra Story·First Snow

When Boya woke up from his sleep, the sky hadn't revealed a bit of light.

He seemed to have seen something in a dream, but now that he woke up, there was no trace of it, and he couldn't remember it at all.

The white-haired onmyoji next to him was still sleeping soundly, because he was tossed so hard last night, Boya felt sore all over his body at the moment, and couldn't help but glared at him sullenly, but he didn't disturb Qingming's sound sleep, and prepared to get up lightly .

With this movement, she found that her hair was pressed under Qingming's shoulders.

The hair colors of the two are similar, and with such an intimate posture, it is somewhat difficult to tell who belongs to whom, and they are entangled without distinction between you and me.

Boya carefully tugged, but found that the effect was not great, and worried that Qingming's sleep would be disturbed, so he cut off the strand of hair with a spell, and then got up from the bed.

Looking back, the culprit was still asleep in his dream, and he didn't know what happy things he saw in his dream, his rouge lips were smiling.

Boya suddenly couldn't get angry at anything.

After tidying up briefly, he opened the door, but a gust of cold wind was blowing in front of him, making him shiver uncontrollably.

The silver-haired young man took a look into the courtyard, and saw that the courtyard was completely covered in silver. After this night, it turned out to be a thick snowfall.

Such a scene made Boya deeply realize that they had come back from the "future" for more than three months.

After returning to Heianjing, Boya, the "Patriarch of the Minamoto Clan" who had been missing for more than half a year, was begged by the elders of the family crying and begging to go back.

He couldn't wait to rush to Qingming's mansion, and the two had a good time talking and drinking, and rolled together when they were drunk.

Obviously there were no signs last night, but after this night, it snowed so thickly.

Boya stepped into the snow, and the thick snow made creaking noises, even submerging his feet.

Before the other people in the courtyard woke up, there was only Boya in the huge courtyard.

It is not accurate to say that it is a "person". You must know that in the home of this famous onmyoji Qingming in Ping'an Jing, except for himself, there are all monsters.

No, even he himself is a half-demon born from the combination of a human and a sky fox.

However, in addition to monsters, there are also some other residents.

That is the Sword Fusangshen who followed Boya to Heianjing.

These Sword Fusangshen have special identities, if they rashly appear in the territory of the Genji clan, it may cause unnecessary speculation.

If it were on the previous head of the family, Yuan Laiguang, I am afraid he would not take these criticisms to heart. Boya has to admit that he is still far away from Brother Guang in terms of ruthless and decisive methods.

The cherry tree in the middle of the courtyard was also covered with snow, and the heavy snow was pressed on the branches. When they couldn't bear it, they trembled tremblingly, and fell under the tree overwhelmed, in the snow. Deep and shallow pits were smashed out.

Such a sight made Boya unexpectedly a little interested.

He leaned against the thick branches of the cherry tree, took out Ye Er from his arms, brought it to his mouth, and played slowly.

The melodious sound of the flute spread out in this silent snow field.

The sound of the flute is clear and clear, and it is not inferior to the white snow. Even people who don't know the rhythm will inadvertently indulge in the sound of the flute, and then wash away all the filth in the clear sound of the flute .

He finished playing the song as he wished, and opened his eyes, only to find that the courtyard was already surrounded by a circle of heads, and no one made any sound, quietly listening to the sound of the flute, which was like a sound of nature.

No one dared to disturb Boya's playing, and no one disturbed him.

Boya: "..."

He seems to have just interrupted someone else's rest.

However, obviously no one wanted to pursue this point with him. Everyone looked at him with bright eyes, and you said words of praise one after another.

The onmyoji in the main house was also awakened from his sleep by the sound of the flute.

Through the figures of the crowd, Boya saw Seimei smiling standing under the eaves at a glance, and couldn't help laughing.

"It's been a long time since I heard Boya's flute, it's really nostalgic." Qingming came slowly.

I don't know what kind of magic technique he used. Wherever he walked, the snow on the ground would "teach itself" to the two sides, revealing a small path.

So when Qingming came in front of Boya, let alone the soles of his feet, even the hem of his clothes was not stained by a single drop of falling snow.

His spotless appearance seemed a bit of an eyesore, so when he approached, Boya smacked the tree trunk behind him, and the accumulated snow on the cherry tree fell rustlingly, covering Qingming's whole body .

Qingming, who hadn't expected his move at all: "..."

"It seems that I was too merciful last night, leaving you with so much energy to do these boring things this morning." Qingming was not annoyed, but moved closer to Boya with a smile on her face, lowering her voice. He made a voice and whispered in his ear.

Boya immediately blushed.

He pointed at the shameless onmyoji in front of him in embarrassment, but he didn't know what to say in rebuttal, so he lowered his hands angrily, ignoring him.

The Shikigami and Tokenfusangshin obviously didn't notice the somewhat ambiguous atmosphere here, and gathered together to play with the snow, as if they were going to fill the courtyard with snowmen.

Qingming reached out and stroked the broken hair at the end of Boya's hair, "Just to wake me up, why did you cut it off?"

"Just a little thing."

"If the courtiers find out when they go to court another day, I'm afraid they will be laughed at."

"Others are willing to laugh, and if they do, it has nothing to do with me." Boya said with an expression of not caring at all.

"Even if others know about you and me, doesn't it matter?"

Qingming's words made Boya turn his head to look at him in surprise, "If you know it, you will know it, what does it matter?"

"...You and I are both men, Boya." Qingming couldn't help choking on Boya's natural tone. "The world is inevitable..."

"They love to talk, so let them talk!" Boya interrupted him, "Qingming, you must have been a fool when you woke up, why did you ask such stupid questions? Or, what you said before?" Are you kidding me?"

Having said that, a bit of anger appeared on his face.

Qingming suddenly couldn't laugh or cry.

"Of course not," he denied.

When he didn't get Boya, he only felt that it would be convenient for Boya to be in a place where he could see it, so when he lost it later, it made him so painful that he wanted to bring Boya back at any cost.

But now that he has made his heart clear with Boya and received a response from the other party, he feels too unreal.

Obviously, the two of them even had a more intimate relationship.

"Besides, it's not like there were no such rumors before..." Boya muttered in a low voice.

As early as before the two became lovers, Boya often visited Qingming Mansion. Some people who were bored made up some messy plots. Seimei complained.

However, at that time, Boya never imagined that Qingming really had a heart of admiration for him...

The two stopped talking.

Some words don't need to be spoken directly to be understood by the other party. There is already an unspeakable tacit understanding between these two people.

The activities of rolling snowballs and making snowmen soon yielded results. The courtyard was filled with snowmen of all sizes, adding a bit of childishness to the quiet courtyard.

"Hi, Qingming." Boya said suddenly.

"Ok?"

"It's snowing."

"Yeah, it's snowing."

"When winter goes away, it will be another year."

"Is it another year...?" Boya's words made Qingming show a meaningful expression.

He seemed to understand something from Boya's sudden words, turned his head to look at Boya, and murmured in a low voice: "Well, it's another year."

"What's wrong, Seimei?"

"Nothing." Qingming shook his head.

"Your expression is clearly full of what you thought of." Boya said with a twist of her lips.

"Hey, Boya, have you suddenly become sharp?"

"If you don't want to say it, I won't force you to say it."

"It's not that I don't want to say..."

Seimei hesitantly moved his eyes away from Boya, and let his eyes rest on the Shikigami who were having fun together, "And it's just a trivial matter."

"Hi, Seimei." Boya shouted again, but this time, his voice was full of obvious narrow-minded laughter.

"……Um?"

"You're not... shy, are you?"

"...What are you talking about?"

"Sure enough, you are shy!" Boya said firmly. "If you're not shy, why don't you even tell me a trivial thing, and why do you take your eyes off me?"

"..."

Boya took a step towards Qingming who was suddenly speechless.

Under the cover of the wide hem of the clothes, the hands of the two were tightly held together.

"Boya, it's great to be able to spend every year with you in the future."

Seimei's words were barely audible in the noisy background, and there was an obvious smile on his lips. This smile looked gentle and quiet, and people couldn't take their eyes off at all.

Boya has long been captured by such beauty.

A few more snowflakes fell from the sky.

Boya stretched out his other hand to catch it, and when the beautiful petal fell on his palm, it turned into a small drop of water and disappeared.

"En." He nodded, responding to the words of the person beside him.

Bingxue will resign, spring cherry will wither, and they will never be separated.

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