[Onmyoji Fellows] Gods and Angels

Huang left, Ibaraki Doji finally had the opportunity to monopolize his best friend, and planned to rush over, but was stopped by a ruthless punch.

"What are you looking for me for?"

"No," Ibaraki-douji folded his hands on his chest, looking confident and confident, "I'll lie to him."

Shuten-douji simply ignored him.

"However, these two quarreled? Didn't Huang follow Ichimoku before, why do you come here every day now?" Ibaraki Doji knew his best friend's temper well, and raised a topic.

"I don't know, I didn't ask."

Ibaraki Doji was shocked: "Could it be that he also fell in love with his best friend's charming figure?!"

Shuten-douji raised his fist again: "No one is as perverted as you!"

"My best friend praised me, so happy!"

"Hey, what are you doing, don't pounce on me, it's so hot!!!"

Huang walked around in the dormitory, with a faint smell of wine on his body.

"Good afternoon, Lord Huang."

Yingcao came bouncing over with a stack of clothes in her arms, and greeted him.

Seeing her elated look, Huang was puzzled.

"I'm going to deliver bathrobes to everyone now. Is Master Huang planning to go back to his room? It just so happens that this set belongs to Master Yimulian."

Huang was stuffed with clothes involuntarily.

"Is it nice?"

It was as flawless and pure white as Yimulian's hair color.

Thinking of the appearance of Yimulian wearing it, Huang's face became hot inexplicably: "It's okay."

"Oh yes, this set is yours." Yingcao found out a pure black one and handed it to him.

"mine?"

Seeing him surprised, Yingcao snickered: "The summer festival is coming soon, you can take it back and try it out to see if it fits, if it doesn't fit, ask Sister Luoxin to change it."

Huang wanted to say that he didn't need to go to such a troublesome place, and he would not go to such a lively place, but this kind of intention still touched him.So he didn't say anything, just nodded.

He just took the clothes, and he was in a dilemma again, how to give it to Yimulian.

I stopped and stopped on the road, but I couldn't figure out a way, so I had to put down my clothes at the door.

He knew that Yimulian was busy right now, so he knocked on the door, wondering if Yimulian would come out in a while.

It's exciting to drop things and run.

Yimulian said "Come in" in the room, but after waiting for a long time, he didn't see anyone. When he went out, he saw a stack of clothes.

It is clear who is coming.

Jiu

Huang stood in the shadow at the corner of the corridor and watched the crowd.

The fireworks festival is about to begin, and everyone gathers in front of the door, bursting into laughter from time to time.

Yimulian is counting the number of people.

White really suits him very well, and he always wears dark clothes on weekdays, making his face look a little pale.

Today will be a day of peace and joy.

Huang didn't foresee any danger. To be precise, since he came here, he had foreseen only minor dangers.

He is also very tired of following those rambunctious little monsters and beating them every day.

"Master Yimulian! My side is full of people!"

"Yeah." Yimulian nodded to Yingcao.

It's just that on his side...

He sent out a wisp of wind calmly, and the wind stopped at the corner, stirring up the corners of the people at the corner.

Withdrawing the temptation, he sighed and said, "Let's go."

Yingcao tilted her head, feeling that something was missing, but forget it, let's go!

Everyone walked together, and was overwhelmed by excitement for a while, who would care about the lack of one person.

The laughter and laughter drifted away, and I stood in the wasteland for a long time, just in a daze.

A gust of wind blew, he turned his head subconsciously, and the yard was quiet.

What's going on here.

He thought it was probably a demonic obstacle, and he was obviously hiding, but he still couldn't help but want to see that person more.

Today, there is no one in the dormitory, and no one lights the lamps in the porch. It is also boring to be left and right, so I simply lit the lamps one by one.

I clicked on the No.90 nine lamps, which happened to be Yimulian's room.

He hesitated for a while, but went in anyway.When he came out again, he had already changed into the thin and soft kimono.

"suitable for you."

He trembled, wondering how long Yimulian had been standing here.

"Seeing the bright lights at home makes people feel very warm." Yimulian smiled faintly at him, the gleam in his eyes was tactful, it was not clear whether it was reflected by the lights or something else.

He just felt a little embarrassed, and coughed dryly: "You didn't go down the mountain?"

"Well, it's off," Yimulian said while fishing for a lantern, "If you decide not to go, some children will be upset, so they have to sneak back halfway."

"Why?" Asked, Huang regretted it, what else could be the reason, he could understand it after thinking about it.

"They're playing around, and it's the same with me or without me. Tonight is private time, I think, choose a way I like better."

This answer can be regarded as considerate.

According to Yimulian's personality, he must have felt that it would be wrong to leave him alone. If he told the truth, Huang would be a little angry if he couldn't tell the truth.

It's just that such rhetoric really doesn't have a temper at all.

So he helped Yimulian take down the lantern.

Yimulian held the lantern and waved to him: "Follow me."

Huang followed as he said, half a step away, neither alienated nor close.

Yimulian led him to a path up the mountain.

This road is not easy to walk, so Yimu Lian stumbled several times. When he was about to fall, he was supported by Huang, and he said helplessly to the latter: "Can you lend me a hand?" ? Ah, the sleeves are fine."

Huang was silent for a while, and stretched out his hand.

Yimulian gently grabbed the corner of his sleeve.

"Thank you, it's really not very convenient to walk at night with one eye."

This sentence made Huang's heart ache inexplicably.

He frowned and pulled his sleeves away, then gently held Yimulian's hand.

The other party's hand is very warm, it is obviously summer, but it is not annoying.

Taking the lantern, he said, "Let's go."

Huang walked in front of Yimulian, kicking him away the gravel on the ground and the weeds around him.Probably because his human crutch was useful, Yimulian finally walked steadily.

There was nothing to say along the way, and finally arrived at the destination, which was a cliff.

Time to let go, he thought.

He was about to let go, but was gripped even tighter.

He looked at Yimulian suspiciously, but the other party unconsciously pulled him to the edge of the cliff excitedly.

He brushed the dead leaves off a stone and sat down with Huang.

"Sitting here, you can see the bottom of the mountain. When the fireworks festival starts, you can see the fireworks, which is another flavor from what you see below."

Huang put the lantern aside, and looked down as well. At this moment, he could see the dots and dots on the street, and the lively energy seemed to be coming here.

"The scenery is nice." He commented at the right time.

"I knew you'd like it."

Looking at Yimulian's gentle side face, Huang said in a low voice, "I thought you would be angry."

"Huh?" I was stunned for a moment, then realized and nodded, "That's right, I'm angry."

"But……"

"It's just that I found that it's much easier to like you than to hate you."

Huang's face turned red, and he quickly turned his gaze away.

"It's silly, gentleness is the most useless."

Yimulian smiled and said in disapproval: "How can it be useless? It is Huang's gentleness that makes me feel that your occasional abruptness is not so irritating."

"Me?" It was the first time Huang received such an unbelievable evaluation from himself, and he was still surprised.

"Yeah, very gentle. Even if you don't know it, I can see it clearly."

Yimulian pointed to his own good eyes, but Ara kept staring at the one covered by long hair.

He asked for no reason: "Does it hurt?"

Yimulian didn't dodge his covering hand, and smiled gently: "Not now."

"Have you never complained about those people? You obviously owed them a favor, but in the end you abandoned your faith."

"You know?" Yimulian thought quickly, "So you went to Arakawa for this matter."

After a pause, he shook his head and said, "It's not like that. You don't know everything."

"Tell me," Huang said after a pause, "please."

"Pfft," Yimulian was amused by his serious look, and waved his hands, "It's not a big deal, it's just a story, you can just listen to it. Umm... I was originally just a ray of wind in the mountains, doing whatever I wanted, so It always brings some disasters. Later, I heard someone calling me, they said, 'Please, save us, Lord Yimulian', I sensed this call, so I became sane, from that day From then on, I was Yimulian. After that, I became the patron saint of that side. You probably know what happened after that. Well, can you understand?"

Huang thought about it seriously for a long time, then shook his head.

So Yimulian explained very patiently: "The story sounds like this. I saved those people, but they abandoned me, but you all forgot how I was born in the first place. I, who should have caused disasters, But it answered the human’s longing for life’s prayer. From the beginning, not only my people’s beliefs, but I also have, that is, to protect them. Therefore, even if they no longer believe in me, I will still protect them, It doesn't matter whether you are a god or a demon, I was born because of this."

"In this case, this is my unilateral belief. Therefore, I will not feel disappointed and angry when they leave, but I am very happy, because I don't need God's protection, so I really have no worries in my life."

Yimulian spoke very plainly, even with joy in his words, but as Huang listened, the pain in his heart became more and more obvious.

As a result, when even the eyes hurt, a string of tears will slide down in the blink of an eye.

He stared blankly.

Yimulian also looked at him in a daze, and after a while, murmured: "Huang, you're very gentle."

After Yimulian wiped away the tears on his face, Huang realized that he was actually crying. He raised his hand to cover his face in shock, bent over and refused to raise his head again.

He loved to cry when he was young, but after that incident, he never cried again. He thought he would no longer have pity or any other emotions full of weaknesses, but today he cried in front of people.

Anyway, I am an adult now, crying like a child, it's really embarrassing.

There was a sudden "bang bang" sound in the ear, and there was a shout of excitement.

"Huang! Look! The fireworks festival has begun!"

Huang still covered his face with one hand, peeking around, Yimulian had already stood on the edge of the cliff, watching with great interest one after another brilliant fireworks blooming.

"Huang, does it look good?" Yimulian called out to him.

"Ah."

Pretty, but you look even better.

Her snow-like hair was blown by the evening wind, and her white robe was also swaying in the wind.

Huang was thinking that even though he had traveled so many places, he still saw too few people, otherwise why would he think that this person is the most beautiful in the world.

"I told you to watch the fireworks, why do you think I'm here?" Yimulian walked back and sat down, teasing.

Huang sat back blushingly, pretending that he was watching the fireworks seriously.

When I was young, there was a party in that small fishing village, but it was not as lively, but at that time people were still smiling, singing and dancing, and everyone looked happy.

At that time, like Yimulian, he felt that it was probably born because of this.

What happened later...

There was a temperature in his hand, and Huang came back from the memories, and found that Yimulian was holding his hand again, looking a little worried.

"I was wrong," Huang said with a light smile of relief, "Yimulian, you are a real god."

Yimulian stared at him, raising his eyebrows in surprise: "You laughed."

"I never wanted to be a god, but if, if..."

Yimulian's laughter is very pleasant to hear, especially when he smiles softly, as if someone is gently brushing his chest with a brush, making it feel numb.

"If I can give you shelter, I really want to be a god again. Then, I don't know, can you accept such a shelter?"

What was reflected in the eyes was a strand of white hair that was blown up by the wind, and there was a warm touch at the corner of the mouth that was about to leave.

Unlike the dream, he really felt it.

The chest was beating the drum passionately, even the sound of fireworks was not as loud as it.

"I... I don't seem to have apologized to you yet." He staggered to his feet.

He took a deep breath and pointed to the sky.

The moon and stars are sparse tonight, so if such good fireworks are accompanied by a destructive galaxy, it will be even more intoxicating.

Looking at the realm of stars that suddenly appeared at Yimulian, a galaxy spanning the entire sky, shining brightly, I haven't recovered for a long time.

"This is an apology gift, and a thank you gift."

Huang looked at the sky with his hands behind his back, seemingly calm, but his ears exposed his heart.

"I accept." Yimulian smiled brightly.

pickup

Yimulian didn't quite know when he started to care about this lonely big boy.

It was probably the first time we met, and I was a little concerned, but the eyes that were condensed like ink showed indifference to everything in the world.

Maybe it was when he was shrinking in the corner——it was a bit funny for a two-meter-long man to shrink back, but this man had a very good appearance and seemed a little wronged.

Even when he got into bed to sleep, he looked cautious.

The first time they ate together, they also looked panicked as if they were about to run away in the next second.

Yimulian doesn't think he is very good-looking, but he is not too scary, but this person looks at him every time, and turns his face away unnaturally.

I care so much, the more I care, the more I think about how to let him look at me, how to let him talk to me about his affairs.

It was later discovered that this person liked to observe him secretly, so he pretended not to know and let the person stare at him all day long.

Not a bad feeling.

Even being yelled at when I'm sick is full of joy, probably because I'm really sick.

Being questioned by Huang like that, after he was angry, he was worried.

What was the barren past like?

In the smoky room, one glance around the screen, a group of goblins surround the beautiful woman on the soft couch, the woman is lazily leaning on the cushion, telling stories in a low voice.

And the instigator of the smoke is the small stove on the coffee table.

Yimulian was not in a hurry, just stood aside and waited.

It doesn't take much time for a story. When Qing Xingdeng finished speaking, the gloomy lotus lantern hanging suddenly became brighter.

The little demons woke up as if from a dream, and clapped their hands in applause.

"Let's stop here today," Qing Xingdeng raised the corners of his mouth lazily, and looked at Yimulian, "Yo, rare guest."

There were only two people left in the room, and Yimulian sat on the futon, and Qing Xingdeng sneered when he sat upright.

"Let me guess, whose story are you here for?" Qing Xingdeng seemed to have expected him to come, and continued without hesitation at all, "Huang, is it?"

"Yes, and please tell me his story."

"I heard that you are very concerned about that child, so I have to warn you before I say it, maybe his story is not as beautiful as you imagined."

Yimulian didn't hesitate: "But please listen carefully."

"Okay." Qing Xingdeng sighed faintly, the lotus lantern slowly dimmed again, and the incense burner that had been extinguished began to rise slowly again.

As the smoke thickened, Yimulian slowly closed his eyes.

A small village by the sea is always attacked by waves.

People began to pray to God, probably because they sincerely felt that God had brought them a child.

The child had pale skin, blue hair, and even his eyes were as deep blue as the deep sea. His frail body was always huddled in a corner.

The child told for the first time that going to sea would be dangerous, but no one believed it. The next day, none of the fishing boats came back.

So people began to believe the child's words, and the child guided them to a safe route and a place of wealth.

People's lives began to improve, they became richer, and their laughter gradually increased.The child put on brocade clothes, and wherever he went, people laughed and called him "Master God Envoy".

How happy it looked, that was the happiness he brought.There is also a smile on the child's face.

It's just that a comfortable and rich life can't satisfy people. They began to think about planning how to seize which small island, how to rob passing fishing boats, and how to rob more slaves.

Gradually, the laughter changed its taste.

The child watched all these changes at a loss, and began to reflect on whether his prediction was accurate.

His prophecy was not intended to bring these things.

He watched countless food and wine being wasted at the banquet, and watched countless so-called 'slaves' being beaten to death or trafficked like animals.

It was too much for him to save.

The prophecy began to deviate, and even in the end, it was completely inaccurate.

Beatings and insults don't help either.People discussed sending him back to the sea. At first, most people opposed it, then half, then a few, and finally, it was all gone.

Everyone hoped that this useless "Master God Envoy" would leave.

He let them down.

That day, the child was wearing a dilapidated white dress, looking at the people who supported and cared for him with tears in his eyes, but now, on those faces, only indifference and disgust can be seen.

"How did it become like this? I just want to bring you happiness, why are you always dissatisfied..." The child whimpered and walked into the sea until the sea swallowed his thin body.

Sea water was originally so cold.

A tsunami swept across the entire village afterwards, and the sun shone on a quiet island a few days later, as if nothing had happened, only the ruined walls silently telling what happened here.

Later, someone saw this child, but he was no longer so innocent and smiling. He was always wrapped in a thick black clothes with a thin body, black hair, and black pools of ice in his eyes.

……

Yimulian opened his eyes, touched his cheek, there were a few tears, and couldn't help laughing at himself: "I haven't heard such a sad story for a long time."

Qing Xingdeng disagreed: "You are joking, I have thousands of stories here, and without humility, most of them are more sad than this one. You have heard it before, but you didn't feel anything after hearing it."

"Is that so?" Yimulian smiled obediently.

Qing Xingdeng can't tolerate being fooled, and he won't give up.

"Are you crying because of the story, or because of this person?"

"What's the difference?" Yimu Lian spread his hands.

"Hmph, there are many things that are different here."

Yimulian felt a little shy, and quickly changed the subject: "There is one more thing I don't understand."

"Go ahead."

"Who told you this story?"

Qing Xingdeng smiled softly: "You are as smart as ever. This story is of course told by survivors."

"Then I guess this time, there are more than one survivor, and their identities are those slaves."

Qing Xingdeng squinted his eyes and looked at the smiling man in front of him, and at the end, he snorted softly and said: "It turns out that you are here to show your affection, please go, I have lived for so long, and I am most unwilling to listen to it." The story is about showing affection!"

Yimu was coaxed away dumbfounded.

"You are as boring as your story, hum."

Later, once, Qing Xingdeng was irritated by Yimulian again, so he deliberately told the person he had cried because of Huang, and said with a sneer that Yimulian's story is so boring, it must be true love who can hear the cry.Unexpectedly, Yimulian just touched his nose in embarrassment, and a certain two-meter-two man who always had a cold face blushed first.

Yimulian also knew that his own story was not very interesting. Even he himself, when recalling the events of those hundreds of years, sighed, it turned out to be such a simple story.

But someone who was supposed to be hard-hearted, shed tears silently for him.

Since such a guy is the only one, the so-called blessing is just a more glorious and beautiful way of saying possession.

He is not as noble as others describe him, and sometimes he thinks about being selfish.

When you like someone.

One pick one

Life is very boring, Huang often "bullys" Xiao Yao, and everyone dares not speak out.

Yimulian saw that this was not going to work, so he simply took him by his side, unexpectedly Huang was safe and sound.

A small room with a gentle breeze.

Huang pressed the pieces of paper that were blown by the wind with paper, added some ink to the inkstone, and the teacup was out of water, so he went to get a new pot.

Yimulian covered his eyes with the back of his hand, Huang noticed it, and turned on the wick.

When he put down the wooden stick, Yimulian was looking at him for some time, which made him startled.

"What?" He sat upright.

Yimulian smiled calmly and propped his chin, as if wanting to rest for a while.

"Everyone says you are not easy to get along with, but in my opinion, you are very gentle."

Huang received such an evaluation, his face burned a little, he coughed, and said: "I'm just bored, you asked me to follow you, and I have nothing to do, so I can only do some trivial things to pass the time."

"Yes, if you don't fight with Ibaraki Shuten and destroy half of the bamboo forest, you won't end up being my underdog. I have wronged you."

Those four words seemed to coax a child, with a bit of intimacy, Huang should be annoyed when he heard it, but he didn't know what to say in reply.

Without feeling embarrassed at Yimulian, he picked up his pen again.

Huang looked at Yimulian's hair hanging from his shoulders, and a few strands kept fluttering above the inkstone, which made his heart itch.

Is it time to move some.Otherwise, it will be stained with ink later.

There was a moment of silence, and there was a thunderous sound outside the window, and not long after, the rain curtain fell with a thunderous aura.

"Ah, it's raining." Yimulian looked up in surprise.

Huang stretched out his hand to catch the strand of hair before it fell into the inkstone, and then smoothed it behind Yimulian's ear calmly.

"No grievance."

While the other party was in a daze, he whispered, then got up to close the window.

His cheeks were hot, and the strange emotion in his chest overwhelmed him.

The fingertips still felt soft to the touch, and he rubbed his fingers.

After being in the shape of the window for a long time, he finally returned to normal. When he turned around, he found that Yimulian had fallen asleep on the desk.

In the first half of the night, he had been having some old dreams that disturbed him, and he was also furious in the dream, but in the second half of the night, for some reason, like a wind blowing away those restless factors, he finally fell asleep.

……

It took a long time for Huang to understand that Yimulian always quietly blows away his restlessness with the breeze on summer nights, so that he can sleep well.

Meekness is most useless.

It's just that the man used tenderness as a weapon, but he still couldn't stand it.

One twelve

The days passed quickly, and when one day was hot and the other was cool, the leaves began to wither and yellow, the grass was no longer green, and the occasional rain was no longer exciting, but lingering and mellow, mixed with the sweet smell of ripe fruits .

Autumn has come.

Huang left here after an autumn rain.

Although everyone wished for him to leave as soon as possible at first, when the day came, everyone was in tears.

Facing the tearful faces, Huang froze, trying his best to pull out a smile: "I will be back."

Glancing at him, he snickered.

Ao turned to look at him.

Yimulian quickly accepted the teasing.

The two looked at each other for a long time and didn't speak for a long time.

"I'm leaving." Araki's eyes moved down and fell on the end of Yimulian's hair. In the eyes of others, his face was still paralyzed, but Yimulian felt that he looked a little sad.

Even though he is a man who is much taller than him, he always makes him feel that he wants to love him like an elder.

"Be careful in everything." Yimulian smiled gently at him.

Huang nodded, but still stared at him without moving.

Yimu Lian was puzzled, and was gently tugged at his sleeve.He was standing lazily, and threw himself into the opponent's arms.

Huang hugged him.

Patting each other on the back with a single glance, he laughed.

This way of acting like a baby is really cute.

As soon as Huang walked out of the yard, he heard all kinds of ghosts crying and howling behind him, so he turned around and waved his hands helplessly.

"Master Huang, come back soon~"

"Remember to bring some souvenirs~"

Yimulian was caught in the crowd, covered his ears by the shouts, and waved his hand when he saw him looking over.

He once thought that this noisy place would not be his final home, but now it is, and he is somewhat reluctant to leave.

But now that you have a goal in life, you have to work hard for it.

Huang made up his mind and strode forward.

……

A year is neither long nor short, and it is another autumn.

The little demons all nest in Yimulian's room and listen to Yingcao's stories. Yingcao often goes down the mountain and can hear a lot of things.

What Yamata no Orochi, the unicorn with four clothes, they all like to hear it.

But the most interesting thing is the story of the grown-up.

Today is the rescue of a small town that was almost attacked by fierce beasts, and tomorrow is the day when the flood is warned, and there are different news about him every day.

It's just that he never intervenes too much in people's choices, and there are people who suffer or even die because they don't listen to his predictions, and he won't say a few words of advice.

And for those greedy people, he never showed mercy, watching them being swallowed by greed with cold eyes.

People respectfully call him "Master God Envoy".

There are also those who are brave enough to ask him which god sent the messenger, and only then will there be a trace of tenderness on that usually indifferent face.

"That adult, called Yimulian."

Never heard of such a god.

People wanted to build a shrine to this god in fear, but they were rejected by the envoy.

"You don't need to do any troublesome things, you just need to remember his name in your heart." The envoy said.

……

Some little demons who have just entered the dormitory will always curiously ask Yimulian who is listening carefully.

"Master Yimulian, is the Yimulian in that story you?"

"Is this...it counts." Yimulian touched the heads of the little radish heads one by one.

"Wow, that God Envoy is so powerful, isn't Master Yimulian even more powerful?"

The children's adoring eyes were too enthusiastic, and they looked up at the sky in embarrassment, thinking about how to answer.

Gu Huo Niao said at this time: "Children, it is great to have great power, but what is really powerful is how to use the power."

As he said that, Guhuo Niao raised his umbrella sword and said seriously: "Just like the umbrella sword I hold in my hand, it exists to protect you from growing up."

"Wow, mom—"

The children were so moved by these words that they rushed towards Gu Huo Niao, not remembering what they asked just now.

Yimulian looked at the noise of the crowd and showed a loving smile, the wind blew outside the door, blowing down many fallen leaves.

He walked out of the room, thinking, it's been so long.

A leaf did not fall to the ground for a long time, but was blown farther by the wind.

Yimulian didn't know what the idea was, and followed him until he walked to the yard, where Naye finally reluctantly fell on the ground.

"The fallen leaves return to their roots..." He couldn't help sighing, and picked up the fallen leaves.

But a large shadow fell in front of him, his heart skipped a beat, he looked up, and saw a familiar person standing in front of him.

He blinked, and after making sure it wasn't a hallucination, he grabbed Huang and looked around.

The man seemed to be more stalwart than before, and the face he hadn't seen for a long time was still as handsome as before.He didn't look hurt, he was relieved.

Huang seemed to want to say something, moved his mouth twice, then pursed it again, his shyness remained the same.

So Yimulian thought for a while and said with a smile, "Welcome home."

The corners of Huang's mouth were also slightly raised, and he raised his hand to lift Yimu Lian's twisted hair, and lowered his head to kiss her gently and slowly.

"I miss you."

"Well. Let's go, everyone misses you too."

Yi Mu Lian looked as usual and pulled him inside.

The girls at the foot of Huangxindao Mountain were probably lying to him, but fortunately he still risked being eaten tofu to ask for advice.

Well, not right.

He stared at the other party's red ears, nodded, and continued to practice if it worked.

"When I come back this time, I may live for a long time."

"Well, a lot of new people have arrived recently, and I'm going to wrong you to live in the same room with me."

"I'm not wronged." Well, even more red.

Xiaocao was sneezed by the cold wind, and Jue fiercely took off her coat and put it on for her.

"Winter is coming soon," she murmured.

"Yeah, so you need to wear more clothes," Jue said.

"However," Cao looked happily at the two people walking in the distance, and greeted them, "It seems that this winter is not difficult~"

Finish

send a small talk

There are many couples in the dormitory.

The answers to questions about posture vary.

"As long as my best friend likes it, it's fine for me to be superior or subordinate." Ibaraki would say this.

"Of course it's me, look at my face, so aggressive!" Er Tuzi would say so.

"I heard that it hurts to be down there, so I'm down there." Yimulian would say this.

Master Yimulian's caring heart for Master Huang is really admirable.

The author has something to say: Digression

Originally, I wanted to include Mianhu and Tengu, but I forgot to write it... In fact, quq, who is born to be a puppy, trust me!

I also wanted to write articles about Qingdeng and Guhuo.Then Evans exhausted and died halfway.

At that time, I only had one ssr which was Qingxingdeng.

As a result, I made a wish at that time and said that I wanted a sword girl, and after that, Tengu Shuten and others all came to my dormitory.

It's just that I haven't finished writing that article.Now let me go back and write that I am also incomplete.

So if you can finish writing this article, let’s take it as a wish.

This was written about two weeks ago.Then intermittently, and finally finished writing.

When I started writing, the game’s episode about Huang hadn’t been released yet, so I didn’t know how to set Huang’s character.I only remember being a supermodel with two meters long legs (shy)

But sure enough, he was a very gentle boy.

Although there are still some mistakes, I still tried my best to write about his tenderness. quq

The little collapse in the middle may confuse the viewers. You can take it as the little anger of a teenage boy, or Huang's demon.

In fact, I just want to write about a kind of collapsed waste... OTZ

As for Yimulian, he is a very, very gentle person, as can be seen from his biography.I believe that many people who watched it for the first time, like me, almost cried.

How can there be such a gentle person!

So when Huang came out, I felt that these two people had a sense of CP.

Some similar experiences, but chose different growth directions.

So I wonder if they can heal each other if they meet.

In terms of personality, both of them are actually people who don't show their true emotions, but there must be one who is more active, and the two are compared... Well, Master Yimulian has worked hard...

Anyway, it’s just nonsense, everyone just enjoy watching it.

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