Dressed as the protagonist Shou's brother who died young

outside the temple.

The fine snow fell one after another, covering the green trees and green eaves.

As soon as Wen Song stepped out of the threshold, he saw Yin Su in black clothes. He was standing under the corridor, facing the rime-white line connecting the distant mountains and floating clouds, with calm eyes.

Wen Song walked up to him and said, "How long has Susu been waiting here?"

Hearing Wen Song's voice, Yin Su's brows and eyes stained with snow melted into a smile, "It's been about half an hour."

Wen Song stretched out his hand, and the cool snow fell on his warm palm, melting into several water spots, "Then let's go back now!"

"No hurry," Yin Su pulled his hand back, and then took out a Supa to try the snow water on it, "Is Zhenjun Chongyao still in the hall?"

Wen Song stretched out his hand obediently and let him move, "Is Susu looking for Zhenjun for business?"

"Now that you and I have woken up, we only need to cultivate, and we don't need to bother Zhenjun to take care of us all the time." After Yinsu finished wiping, he put away Supa, "so I want to say goodbye to Zhenjun."

Wen Song glanced back at the unclosed palace door, and said, "Zhenjun should still be in the palace, let's go there together."

"Ah."

After speaking with Zhenjun Chongyao, the two left Shen Yuefeng.

Standing on the sword, Wen Song looked at the scattered flying snow in the air, and bumped Yinsu's back shoulder with his head, "Susu, shall we come down for a walk?"

Yin Su responded.

When they reached the foot of Changyue Peak, Yin Su took Hong Xi back and jumped down holding Wen Song.

As soon as the two landed on the ground, they fell into the snow that was a foot deep. Wen Song looked at the calf buried in the snow, and then looked at the mountain road that was far away from the cave, and tugged on Yinsu's sleeve, "Susu..."

Seeing his expression, Yin Su knew what he was thinking, "You don't want to leave?"

Wen Song pulled out his leg and motioned him to look at the hole under his feet, "It's because the snow is too deep."

Yin Su had no choice but to take out the flying sword and bring him up again.

As soon as he returned to his cave, Wen Song turned into a little fox and flew into Yinsu's arms, "Susu, I want to eat fruit."

Yin Su caught the little fox, walked slowly to the stone table, and put the Mao Tuanzi on it.

The little fox raised its front paws, staring at Yinsu's ring with burning eyes.

Watched by those longing eyes, Yin Su couldn't help touching Mao Tuanzi's head. He took out two plates of spiritual fruit that Wen Song liked and put them in front of him, "Eat it."

The little fox got permission and buried his head in it.

After a long while, the little fox lay on the plate with four paws spread out, licking the remaining juice from time to time.

Yin Su looked at the little fox's fur that was sticking together, took it out of the plate, and cast him a cleansing technique.

The dirty fur fluffed up instantly.

The little fox rolled in Yinsu's arms, then scratched his neck with his hind paws, and dropped a strand of fur with one paw.

Mao Tuanzi looked at the fur on his paws, he couldn't believe it, and then he scratched again, and one lock turned into two.

At the same time, his neck was a little bald.

Yin Su looked at the small piece of pink and soft meat exposed from the little fox's neck, and smiled a little at the corners of his lips.

Wen Song looked at the fur on his paws, his round eyes glistened, "Susu, I might really be going bald."

Yin Su scratched his chin and comforted him: "When the hair shedding period passes, new ones will grow."

The little fox pawed at his wrist and said mournfully, "Then what should I do now?"

Yin Su held the little paw on his wrist, "Don't turn into a little fox for now."

Mao Tuanzi flicked his tail, and hesitantly agreed.

Two days later, Yin Su looked at the ball of hair delivered to him and asked him, "What is this?"

"Sword tassel," Wen Song said like a treasure: "I saw that the hilt of Su Su's sword was empty, so I made you a sword tassel with the hair that I shed. Is it killing two birds with one stone?"

Yin Su looked at Wen Song who had "quickly praise me" written all over his face, and said, "Do you have to tie it?"

Thinking of the soft ball of hair dangling on the hilt when he lifted the sword, Yin Su couldn't help but feel helpless in his eyes.

"This is the first time I've shed my fur, and I'm willing to give it to you because it's very important." Wen Song poked the fur ball in his palm, "If Su Su doesn't like it, I'll hang it on myself."

As he spoke, he put the fur ball on his waist and compared.

Yin Su held Wen Song's hand and pushed the fur ball over from his palm, "How did I ever say I didn't like it?"

Seeing Yin Su accepting the sword tassel, Wen Song rolled his eyes, "Then I'll tie it on for you."

Yin Su looked into Wen Song's smiling eyes, and said softly, "But my Jiansui only wants to belong to happy people."

Wen Song froze when he was about to touch Hong Xi's sword. He looked at the fur ball in Yin Su's hand and curled his fingers.

The veteran Yin handed it over to Hong Xi.

Wen Song looked at the sword in his hand, his heart trembled, "What does Su Su mean?"

He didn't dare to think about it further, because he was afraid that, like the last time in Ciyou City, when he expressed his wish, he would be pushed away far away.

"I mean, would you like to be my Taoist companion?" Before Wen Song could answer, Yin Su added, "A real Taoist companion."

With such a long time of companionship, the name Wen Song has become more and more deeply imprinted on his heart. He is touched, responsible, joyful, and nostalgic for him. There will never be another person in this world who will make him give birth to so many children. got stuck.

The moment Wen Song heard this sentence, his mind suddenly went blank. He couldn't tell what emotions came to his heart. They seemed to be shocked, but also seemed to be joyful. Maybe there was still a little bit of unreality. His right hand was covering his chest, where it was throbbing violently, even if there were gusts of snow washing over his heart, it couldn't quench the clamor, "Su Su said... I'm your favorite person?"

With a smile on his face, Yin Su stepped forward and embraced the stunned man, "Yes, you are my favorite person."

"So... is my little fox willing to help me?"

Wen Song was held in his arms in a daze, and it took him a while to realize that he opened his mouth and said, "But didn't you say that there would be no Taoist companions?"

"It used to be," Yin Su caressed his hair, "but now... I have you."

Such a low and mellow voice fell on Wen Song's ears, which made him hear a wave of tenderness.

Wen Song pondered this sentence over and over in his mind, and it took him a long time to figure out what he meant. He stood there, nervous and at a loss, trying to say something, but felt his throat was blocked by various emotions, and he didn't know what to do. Do……

Yin Su didn't get Wen Song's answer for a long time, and he also felt nervous in his heart. The feeling of being kneaded and scratched made him tighten his hand on Wen Song's back, "I haven't... thought about it yet." ?"

Hearing Yin Su's unsteady tone, Wen Song was so at a loss and was calmed down quietly, "Think it over."

He raised his hand and gently put his arm behind him, saying: "I am willing to fulfill it."

After saying these words, apart from a sigh of relief, there was also an uncontrollable joy in his heart. Gradually, that little joy broke out from inside, and then more and more, until it filled his whole heart. heart.

Hearing the response, Yin Su's heart was also filled with repeated joy. With a smile on his brow, he bowed his head and said, "Thank you so much."

Wen Song buried his head in his neck, and said with red ears, "You're welcome."

The two of them were chest to chest, shoulder to shoulder, and even their breath blended together. Compared with before, there was an obvious intimacy.

After holding him for some time, Wen Song felt that his arms were a little sore, so he withdrew from Yin Su's embrace.

The two of them didn't speak for a while, obviously they didn't get close suddenly, but because of the change of status, they still felt flustered and helpless.

In the end, Yin Su said first: "Don't you want to fasten the sword tassel?"

"Well," Wen Song took the sword tassel and fur ball from Yin Su's hand, walked to the stone table and sat down, fiddling with the sword tassel in his hand, but his eyes were unfocused.

After a long time, he tied the fur ball.

Wen Song walked up to Yin Su with a sword in his hand, and shook it in front of him, "How is it?"

There is a ball of small fur hanging on Sen Rui's sharp sword, and there is an inexplicable sense of harmony in the violation.

"very suitable."

Yin Su took Hong Xi and put it aside.

"Are we... really Taoist couples?"

Wen Song asked hesitantly.

Yin Su took Wen Song's hand and interlocked with his fingertips.

Wen Song looked at the clasped hands of the two, and a heart floating in the air finally fell down, "Su Su, can I have a drink?"

Yin Su reminded: "You will get drunk after a drink."

Wen Song flung himself into his arms, smiling at the corners of his eyes and brows, "But I really want to celebrate."

Yin Su hugged his waist to prevent him from falling, "Okay."

"We also went out to drink."

"it is good."

"Susu hug me."

"it is good."

No matter what Wen Song said, Yin Su said yes, before leaving the cave, his tears flowed down, as if something he had been looking forward to for a long time finally fell into his arms...

Yin Su wiped away the tears on Wen Song's face, without asking him why he was crying.

When we got outside, the snow was still falling, which was even worse than two days ago.

Yin Su carried the man to the leeward place, swept away the snow, and then set up a magic circle to block the falling snow. He took out a pot of sake and put it in his hand, "Drink less at a time, and you won't get drunk." That fast."

Wen Song didn't listen to him. After taking the jug, he poured a big gulp into his mouth, "Su Su, I'm so happy!"

Yin Su took the jug and took a sip as well.

Wen Song's eyes dizzy a little, and gradually, his consciousness became less clear. He stared blankly at Yin Su, never taking his eyes off...

作者有话要说：感谢在2020-03-0202:18:02~2020-03-0223:33:38期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: 3 bottles of Jingrong Luocheng;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!