Imminent Misfortune [Rebirth]

By the time Fang Zhiyuan and Lin Lingqing returned to the inn, it was almost two o'clock.

Lin Lingqing had already put his hands on the door of his room, but he was worried, and turned his head and told him in a slow voice: "Be more careful tomorrow, and don't underestimate the enemy. You should be angry at me, don't torment yourself."

Fang Zhiyuan was still angry, ignored him, went into the room alone with his head down and slammed the door.Keep Lin Lingqing's worried "Zhi Yuan" out of the way.

The night was silent.

Fang Zhiyuan was upset.He also didn't light the lamp, took off his long knife in the dark and sat on the bed, and put his cheek on the cold and black sheath of the calamity tooth knife.

Tomorrow... Jingui will try it.

On this night in the previous life, the blood all over his body was violently agitated, like a knife that couldn't wait to draw it.

Now my heart is heavy, I just feel uncomfortable.

In order to save Jina and protect Xuyun, Lin Lingqing did not hesitate to hide it from him and put himself in danger...

Fang Zhiyuan's eyes were full of gloom, and the more he thought about it, the more irritable he felt, and finally he couldn't help touching the Qiankun bag with his fingers.

With a thought, several wine jars silently appeared beside the bed, which he secretly brought out from under the old Shenmu without telling Lin Lingqing.

Fang Zhiyuan stared at the wine jar hesitantly for a moment, and finally reached out and patted the mud seal open.

He couldn't bear to confess his feelings to Lin Lingqing, but he couldn't fool himself even if he deceived anyone.

After so many years, he regretted it to death.

Fang Zhiyuan doesn't like to push everything to the wrong place, God's will tricks people.Tracing back to the source, he felt that he ruined Lin Lingqing.

It is he who is like the cheap mud and blood, contaminated by the dusty cloud fairy boy.

It was he who brought Lin Lingqing to Liuhuazhou back then, causing his little brother who was originally in Xanadu to be involved in the chaos of the fairy world.

If Lin Lingqing hadn't met Jina, Ziwei's son, everything would have been like that after that.

It's good now, even if he begged Lin Lingqing to go back to the hermit with him, that person would not do it.

The little brother who loved the free and easy landscapes so much, the little brother who only wanted to guard Taiqing Island with his younger siblings, the little brother who used to be gentle and pampered and coaxed him in everything, but he refused...

Fang Zhiyuan drank the wine sullenly.

Immortals can't get drunk with alcohol in the common world, but Lin Lingqing uses Lingmi Lingquan from the immortal world to make wine, which has a clear taste but has a lot of stamina.

Fang Zhiyuan didn't have a good constitution for drinking, he was fine when he was at the top of his cultivation, but now he is only at the golden core stage, how could he stand such a method of using alcohol to drown his sorrows.

Not long after, his eye sockets were reddened by the smell of alcohol, and he lay on his knife in a daze, staring at a point in the void in a daze.

With drunken eyes, a voice leaked from his lips, "Brother..."

When I first met you...

Is there no going back?

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In the unfamiliar bamboo house, the morning light shines on the ground.The handsome young man in white robe and fur was leaning against the window, smiling at him casually.

"Although you didn't wash the red beans for me, I found the knife you asked for. Sit down and eat porridge."

Outside the window, the sky was clear and blue, and the sky was like washing.Some swallows flew over with mud in their mouths and landed on the old tree that had just sprouted in front of the house.

It is the time when the east wind is most gentle.

Fang Zhiyuan's mind was hazy, and he vaguely knew that he had fallen into a dream while half drunk, but he didn't seem to be very clear.

Lin Lingqing tilted his head: "Did you listen to me?"

Fang Zhiyuan's heart was hot, and he stretched out his hand in a daze.In a daze, I just want to hug the 12-year-old little brother in front of me.

But in a blink of an eye, his hand fell on the iron knife.

An ugly, rough iron knife was placed across the table.

The exquisite chopsticks, three white porcelain spoons, and three bowls of hot and sweet red bean porridge in the middle of the table are incompatible.

"No."

The white and clean fingers of the young Xianjun lightly pressed on the scabbard of the black iron knife that was solidified with blood and mud.

Lin Lingqing's eyes were clear and soft: "You are too badly injured to hold a knife."

Fang Zhiyuan seemed to understand something.

He fell into the old dream, looking for the boy he met for the first time.

This is the scene when he and Lin Lingqing first met...

Obviously such a long time has passed, and the memory of childhood is not very clear, but only this fragment is still remembered.

He wandered and fled with serious injuries, and passed out in the bilge of a ship.He had a high fever for two or three days unconsciously, and almost died in the dirty cargo hold.When he woke up, the boat had already sailed, and he was discovered by the fishermen on the boat. More than a dozen people armed him with machetes and harpoons and forced him to jump into the sea.

He silently dragged his iron knife and jumped down.

In the cold and dark deep sea, Yin Yao screamed and attacked.

Blood gushed into the sea from countless wounds on his body.

In his near-death hallucination, he saw the shore of the sea of ​​suffering.

Reaching out to grab it, only the cold wind of nothingness passed through the fingers.

He finally passed out and sank in the boundless cold sea.

Before the final consciousness faded away, he vaguely had a fantasy that was out of the blue—someone grabbed his hand that could never hold anything, and pulled him out of the deep sea.

When I woke up, there was Xiandao Cuishan outside the window.

Fang Zhiyuan smiled awkwardly in his dream, followed his old memory, spoke in a low voice, and uttered two words without emotion.

- Let go.

That was him back then, covered in violent spikes, with nowhere to go, and he didn't dare to stay anywhere.

But the little fairy in white was not annoyed at all, just frowned, and stood up seriously: "No, I won't let you go."

He said coldly and hoarsely: Are you courting death?

Lin Lingqing said lightly: "I'm not looking for death, I'm looking for my rice."

The fingertips protruding from the cuffs tapped the table, "I made porridge for three people because I saw that you would wake up this morning. If you don't drink it up, all the rice, beans and sugar will be wasted. "

"..."

He was at a loss.

"Ah, my brother who has been sleeping has woken up!"

The sound of pattering footsteps approached from far away, and the immature voice, which was as clear as a bell, also echoed in the dream.

A little girl in red, three or four years old, ran out of the room with bare feet, crushing the sun.

The girl grabbed the corner of the little fairy in white clothes, revealing a small head tied in a bun with red flower silk, tilting her head and biting her fingers to look at him.

"What's your name?"

Fang Zhiyuan is still obsessed with old memories in his drunken dreams.The first word he said to Little Brown Tang back then seemed to be——

roll.

Back then, back then...

He wanted Lin Lingqing to drive him away.

He is a curse star, an evil seed.

Wherever it stops, it will lead the Yin Yao there.

Absorbing that person's warmth will bring blood disaster to that person.

He lingered in mud and blood, he was too dirty; he had killed people, and countless people wanted to kill him.

He was on the verge of breaking, and he instinctively hated touching anything—those who were malicious would kill him; those who had good intentions would be killed by him.

He developed such bloody murderous aura and cold and cruel eyes that even adult monks would tremble when looking at them.But any normal child would have cried in fright.

But where is Yu Hongtang a normal child?

That's his senior brother's little brown sugar... Just because she was raised by Lin Lingqing, she can't be a normal child!

The eyes of the girl in red dress like a jade carving are shining:

"Oh! Go away brother!!"

"..."

Look, how terrible.

And the spotless little fairy also looked back at the sound, and there was a trace of curiosity in his light expression: "Your name is Gun? Which word is it, is it Get Roll?"

"..."

What's more terrible is waiting here.

"Hehe... Get lost, brother, you can't quarrel!" Yu Hongtang raised her small face, her cat pupils were black and shiny, and she showed a big innocent smile.

Little hands like snow lotus root softly hugged his leg, "The congee made by my elder brother Qing'er is very delicious!"

The girl spoke softly, shook her head, and gestured with her little hand: "Try it, it's very sweet! It's so—so sweet!"

A voice sweeter than porridge, like a broken crystal.Each piece is shining, jingling and falling into the memory.

too blinding...

He is something that lives in darkness, where has he seen such light.

He wanted to hide, to escape, to go.

But Lin Lingqing refused to let him go, what could he do.

In the end, the unlucky boy who was trapped in his memory finally hesitated, hesitating, but still uttered a word in a cold voice.

"I ate porridge, let me go."

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"Zhiyuan... Zhiyuan!"

Before I knew it, it was already bright outside.

"Hmm..." Fang Zhiyuan had a splitting headache and felt extremely uncomfortable.With difficulty, he opened his eyelids, his dark pupils were slightly dilated, reflecting Lin Lingqing's figure bent down worriedly.

"You didn't let me go..."

"what?"

Lin Lingqing couldn't understand his nonsense at all. Seeing the man lying on the bed with a knife in his hand, he was annoyed and funny, "You made yourself like this early in the morning...why are you drinking so much again? !?"

Several wine jars rolled down on the ground, and the perfect person got all the stolen goods.

Lin Lingqing couldn't help but increase the amount with his hands.

Today is Jingui's competition. In this inn, last night, many young talents seized the last few hours to sharpen their guns.

Either listen to the teacher's instructions, or learn about martial arts and martial arts, or even take pills madly... At worst, they will recite the Qingxin Mantra and meditate all night.

Like Lin Lingqing, who washes and changes clothes directly and climbs to bed, and when he closes his eyes, what he thinks about is how to coax his little misfortune tomorrow morning... It is considered unique.

I didn't expect that there were more excessive ones next door.This person has a lot of heart, so he was able to drink so faintly the night before Jingui's test...

Resigned to his fate, Lin Lingqing looked for the hangover pill in the Qiankun bag.Fang Zhiyuan was still tugging at his sleeves, half-opening his hazy eyes, "Liar..."

Lin Lingqing had no choice but to reason with the drunk guy, so he could only free one hand to rub the top of his head, and coaxed, "Okay, okay, I'm a liar, I'm the worst, right? You are the most obedient, don't move..."

"Brother..."

Fang Zhiyuan was still in a daze, watching the rosy lips of the young man in white robe opening and closing in front of him.

want to bite.

It's so itchy, I really want to get up and grind it, bite it...

For so many years...for so many years, he had secret thoughts about Lin Lingqing, and he dared not ask for it.

If this feeling is like a grain of grain, he will bury it in the ground where there is no light for decades.I thought it should have rotted long ago, but when I dug up the dust, I found that it had turned into old wine.

The drunkenness overwhelmed the rationality, revealing the fiery thoughts hidden deep below, which dare not be seen by others.

Under the preoccupation, the consciousness is even more faint.

Fang Zhiyuan stretched out his hand slowly, grabbed Lin Lingqing's lapel and pulled him closer.The latter was slightly surprised, but did not resist.

Second senior brother Fang was still staring at his senior brother's lips.

Biting is reluctant to bite.

Fang Zhiyuan closed his eyes and raised his neck, his thin lips moved up by feeling, and lightly rubbed the corners of Lin Lingqing's lips twice.

"..."

Lin Lingqing looked strange.

Fang Zhiyuan didn't notice it, he was satisfied after the kiss, he leaned on his senior brother's shoulder as a pillow, and fell asleep again in a daze.

Outside the inn, the white morning sun is rising.

Gradually, the sound of guests walking around could be heard.

Lin Lingqing didn't know whether to laugh or cry, he sighed lightly after a long while, helped Fang Zhiyuan into his arms and fed a few pills.

He had a faint helpless smile, his long eyelashes covered the deep and complex emotions in his eyes, and a small shadow was cast on the white lower eyelids.

In the silence, Lin Lingqing bent down.

Kissed Fang Zhiyuan's lips lightly.

It seemed that he disliked the wrong place of that person's kiss, so he lovingly corrected a small mistake.

He knew that this person would be broken if he drank too much, anyway, he wouldn't remember anything when he woke up later.

The author has something to say: (before drinking)

Fang Zhiyuan: (self-brainwashing) I’m sorry for my senior brother, I’m not worthy of my senior brother, I like him very much but I have to work hard to restrain myself, I just want to protect my senior brother and be an innocent senior brother for the rest of my life...

(after drinking)

Fang Zhiyuan: (Confused) Come kiss me.

Lin Lingqing: (love) I kiss you too.

The relationship line is roughly like this: Brother Fang Er has a crush on his senior brother, struggling with himself every day and trying to bear it, but the result is that the other party knows about it 80 or 80 years ago; Senior brother Lin loves his junior brother openly, saying every day that he likes fancy confessions, but the result is clear love After [-] years, the other party still thinks that the senior brother is joking, and that he is unrequited love.

Moreover, judging by Lin Mojun's calm posture of kissing back this morning, it must not be the first time that Xiao Huanxing's drunken dementia has occurred.

In fact, now that I’ve written it, I really want to replace Fang Xian’s “evil, charming and mad” in the cp attribute of the copywriting with “milk, fierce and irritated”.But even so, he is still attacking =w=

Little Junior Sister Brown Tang was finally dragged out by me, Xu Yun was assembled!