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Bright fire, billowing thick smoke.

The temple was surrounded by steaming heat, and the old city was full of houses. It was difficult for the fire brigade's water dragon to drive in. There was no time to put out such a big fire.

The surrounding people spontaneously put out the fire, and all the copper kettles and wooden basins were used, but the fire could not be controlled, and the ancient yin and yang mirror hanging in the temple burned down.

The temple beams collapsed suddenly, and sparks flew everywhere.

Bai Zhun was sitting on the bamboo wheelchair, holding the armrest tightly with both hands, staring at the sea of ​​fire in front of him.

Countless people rushed from him to the people on the scene of the fire, some cried, some knelt down, the color of the fire was reflected in Bai Zhun's eyes, the tongue of flames scorched the Ming hall, and then the side hall, the sky was full of ashes and sparks.

The swarming crowd almost dispersed Bai Zhun and Huo Zhenye. Huo Zhenye pushed him away from the fire and asked him, "Can you go back by yourself?"

Bai Zhen really wanted to go back, and he wanted to confirm one thing.

As he tapped his bamboo stick, Huo Zhenye rolled up his sleeves and joined the firefighting team. Bai Zhun watched him rushing into the temple with a bucket to fight the fire, his face and body were blackened by the smoke in a short while.

He pursed his lips tightly, and the wheelchair turned lightly. Everyone ran towards the temple, some came to watch the excitement with their sleeves on, some helped put out the fire, and some knelt down three times and begged the City God not to forgive him.

Only Bai Zhun left against the flow of people.

The paper people in the Baijia Xiaolou knew about the fire, and they all crowded in the main room with anxiety. The little squirrel wanted to flap its wings to go out to see the fire, but it was scared back by the heat wave before it even got out of the patio.

Bai Zhun pushed open the door, and the paper people breathed a sigh of relief when they saw their master came back, and there were "clusters" of paper bamboo in the room.

Axiu slapped her hands, and the paper figurines all fell silent, and stood next to each other, leaning against the wall.

When Bai Zhun returned to the house, he opened the wooden box, stared at the incense sticks in the box, looked at it for a while, and then closed it again, no wonder he didn't receive the order from the city god all these days.

Bai Zhun took out three sticks of incense from the incense tube, lit the fire with yellow paper, and inserted the incense into the incense burner.

He closed his eyes and waited, but he didn't wait for a long time to be summoned. When he opened his eyes again, the incense in the stove had been burned to ashes, and the incense ash fell outside the stove, scattered all over the table.

The City God is no longer accepted by his incense.

Bai Zhun felt a sweetness in his throat, he lowered his body and coughed fiercely, his chest vibrated and his face was blushing.

Axiu came in from outside the house, and lightly patted Bai Zhun's back. Bai Zhun covered his mouth with his sleeve, and glanced sideways at her, and saw Axiu staring at his sleeve with rounded eyes.

He looked down, his white sleeves were stained with blood, the dark bamboo patterns woven on the silk clothes were soaked in blood, and the green bamboos turned into bloody bamboos.

Bai Zhun heard the noise outside the door, thought it was Huo Zhenye who had come back, pressed the bloodstain, waited for a while to find out it was not, and then turned into the room.

The paper servant changed Bai Zhun's clothes, his phoenix eyes were slightly closed, and Axiu hid the blood-stained silk shirt deep in the cabinet.

The bamboo wheelchair rolled into the courtyard. From here, you can see the eaves of the main hall of the Chenghuang Temple and the pagoda behind the hall. Half of the main hall was burned down, and the horizontal eaves were burned to the point of inclination.

The eaves beast rolled into the fire along the slope, and the gray tiles fell over in an instant, making a "crash" sound.

Bai Zhun didn't make a sound, just watched the City God's Temple collapse, until he couldn't see the eaves or the spire anymore.

The fire has not been extinguished at night, and the fire soaring into the sky illuminates the night like day.

A layer of white ash fell in the courtyard, like snow, but with the choking smell of fireworks.

The City God went on a tour, and when he came back, he didn't even have a shelter.

It was almost midnight when Huo Zhenye came back. His face was covered with black ash, he didn't know where he had taken off his coat, his vest and shirt were all blackened, his hair was patted, and ash fell all over the floor.

He didn't take the cup, but poured water into his mouth from the tea mug, drank half of the pot in one go, and then put down the blue and white teapot: "The fire is under control."

I also borrowed the fire hose truck from the concession. For such a large scene, I am afraid that there will be embers burning again.

But the temple was almost burned down, and the fire took advantage of the wind to burn more than a dozen surrounding houses in a row.Yu Qingli was also affected by the fire. On the side near the temple, the walls of the house were completely blackened.

The government sent people to appease the residents and investigate the cause of the fire. It is said that the tin foil ingots piled up in the corridor of the main hall were touched by sparks and then caught fire because the temple was not strictly guarded.

Those tinfoils were all sent by the people, and there was a steady stream, and they wanted to burn them to the Underworld Division on the day of the Three Tours to help all the ghosts.

Miao Zhu was arrested. He refused to admit that it was his fault. He insisted that he saw someone sneak into the temple and set fire to it, but the firefighters cleared the fire and did not find the body.

If someone really set fire to such a big fire, the person must have been burned to death.

Huo Zhenye saw that Secretary He was also there, and didn't want to meet him, so he hurried back.

Huo Zhenye twisted the towel again, washed his face and hands, and took off his clothes that smelled of smoke, and put on his nightgown, he asked, "What's wrong? Why don't you talk?"

Bai Zhun shook his head: "Nothing."

"I know you feel uncomfortable. I stayed outside for so long not just to put out the fire." Huo Zhenye walked up to him and squatted down to look at him. "There is no City God's Temple in this city. I have already taken the lead to build this temple again." .”

Bai Zhun raised his eyes suddenly, the surprise in his eyes could not be concealed: "You want to build a temple?"

"Yes." Huo Zhenye felt his nose itchy, took out a handkerchief to wipe it, but his nose was also full of dust, he was afraid that Bai Zhun would dislike him, so he fetched water to wash his face.

"Burn it and build it again. There are not a few people from all walks of life who want to donate money. Although it does cost a lot of money to build a temple, I slowly raise money and always get it."

Bai Zhun watched him wash his face with water, the drops of water trickled down his browbones and bridge of nose, dripped to his lapel, and meandered down.

"But this place can no longer be lived." The sky is dry and the fire is under control. It is not certain whether it will burn again. Quite enough to frown.

"it is good."

Huo Zhenye turned around holding the towel, he thought for a long time how to persuade Bai Zhun, but he didn't expect him to agree so easily.

"Fortunately, I bought the house, and I'll find someone to clean it, move some furniture in, and then people can live in it." Huo Zhenye poured the water away, "There are western restaurants and coffee shops a few streets away, and you want to eat some snacks later. Axiu can buy it."

"it is good."

"Whether you put the pots and jars upstairs in the attic or in the sun room to bask in the sun, it's up to you. The whole first floor is free for you to make paper bags, and the second floor is for them to live in, Axiu I have also thought about the room, full of French furniture, just like in the movie."

Although Bai Zhun didn't show any disappointment, Huo Zhenye was still afraid that he would feel bad, so he talked more and more, trying to appear cheerful as possible.

"This small building will be closed empty, and we will find someone to clean it regularly. We will move back when the temple is rebuilt."

"it is good."

It's rare for Bai Zhun to be so peaceful, he can be called submissive, Huo Zhenye leaned over to support him by the shoulder: "If you're not happy, just tell me."

Bai Zhun's long eyelashes drooped, and there was a smile on his face. He sighed and said, "I wasn't happy at first, but since it's going to be rebuilt, what else should I be happy about? It's like giving myself a vacation."

Huo Zhenye frowned and heaved a sigh of relief. He was afraid that Bai Zhun was just pretending to lie to him. After hearing what he said, he finally felt relieved.

Bai Zhun was lying on the pillow, Huo Zhenye brought over hot milk, he made hot chocolate for Bai Zhun, and added some cream wine in it.

Bai Zhun smelled the sweet smell, sat up sideways, and glanced at him.

His long hair was loose behind him, hanging down like satin, which made him look a bit weak, but his eyes didn't show the slightest timidity, the tails of his eyes were raised and hooked on Huo Zhenye's body.

Huo Zhenye paused, he knew what the look meant, but he couldn't believe it.

Of course, Bai Zhun also has the time to take the initiative, but not today, he wasted his energy for the third patrol, and encountered such a disaster again, Huo Zhenye didn't want to take advantage of others.

"Hurry up, it's getting cold." Bai Zhun raised his chin, motioned him to drink chocolate milk, drank half a glass, and pushed it to him, "You drink too."

"I don't drink this, it's for you." It's too sweet, and he still prefers to drink bitter coffee.

"I want you to drink." Bai Zhun was a little ashamed and angry.

"Drunk?" Huo Zhenye picked up the glass and sniffed it. He didn't pour much wine, so he wouldn't get drunk, but seeing Bai Zhun's blush, he drank it all in one go.

Bai Zhun raised his hand and lifted a corner of the quilt.

Huo Zhenye only realized later that the paper servants in the room had already gone out, and Axiu didn't know where to hide, so he smiled knowingly, took off his clothes one by one, turned off the light and got under the quilt.

Wrapping his arms around his waist, and lightly pressing his back with his fingers, Bai Zhuncheng sat for a long time, and at the end of the day, his back was sore.Huo Zhenye tried to press it for him once, and he has been addicted since then, and he has to press it for a while before going to bed every night.

But today, Bai Zhun stretched out his hand and put his hands on his wrists, their arms were folded together.

One pair is solid and powerful, the other pair is slightly thin, and the thin pair, with the firm pair, walks down the lower abdomen.

Huo Zhenye gasped suddenly, Bai Zhun was leaning on him completely, his long hair was cool and slippery, and it was spread on his chest. This is... is this courting him?

Bai Zhun closed his eyes. He clearly knew that Huo Zhenye couldn't see his expression, but his ears were still red and his heart was beating like a drum. He knew that tonight he would not be limited to using his hands.

Huo Zhenye naturally satisfied his request, he was not even willing to give up sweet torture, and always took care of all Bai Zhun's needs, but today he felt that the person in his arms was a little different.

Bai Zhun has always been very patient, obviously happy to the extreme, but he still doesn't say a word.

But today was different, intermittent sounds came out of his throat, this soft moan was like a feather plucking Huo Zhenye back and forth, arousing his senses.

In the darkness, all listening, touching, and tasting are brought to the extreme by him.

Like the delicate epiphyllum raised in the courtyard, hold the roots, hold the stems and buds, and wipe off the essence with your fingertips.

Bai Zhun rested on Huo Zhenye's shoulder, his upper body was stretched, his legs trembled slightly, one hand was intertwined with Huo Zhenye's ten fingers, and the other was supporting the bed curtain.

He has never enjoyed such indulgence before, always hiding, always arrogant, even if he is very happy, he will hide five points.

This time he didn't hide anymore, he turned his face away, his nasal bone was close to Huo Zhenye's temple, his lips were close to his ear, when he reached the extreme, he groaned and bit his earlobe.

Huo Zhenye was bitten by his bite.

At dawn, Bai Zhun fell asleep on the pillow.

Before Huo Zhenye opened his eyes, he laughed first, leaned over and kissed Bai Zhun, seeing his impatient frown, his smile deepened: "I'll arrange the moving, you wait for me when I come back."

Bai Zhun didn't respond, Huo Zhenye only thought he was tired, quickly put on his clothes and went out to get busy.

As soon as the black lacquered door was closed, Bai Zhun opened his eyes and sat up, lightly moving his fingertips, the paper figurine put all the things in the house into the box, stacked them one by one at the end, and lay down in the box by himself.

Axiu called for a cart, and the house was emptied in a short while.

"Sir, do you want to move the flowers in the courtyard?"

Bai Zhun shook his head, the flowers in the yard, the refrigerator in the kitchen, and the phonograph in the main room, all the things Huo Zhenye bought, he didn't take anything with him.

The little squirrel grabbed the golden cage with its thin claws and chirped silently.

Bai Zhun glanced away, and it flew down aggrieved, landed on Bai Zhun's arm, and left in a rickshaw.

Huo Zhenye had been busy all day. Besides the things Bai Zhun would like, he even asked the department store for fashion albums. When the time came, he would let Axiu see what she liked and buy them all for her.

He, Bai Zhun, Axiu and Xiao Huangque, a family of three and pets, are just right.

He was so busy until late in the evening that he went back, the sun was shining on the long alleyway, and Huo Zhenye was still buying candies and chocolates in the Tobacco Hotel as usual.

Huo Zhenye's leather shoes slammed on the bricks and stones. He staggered to the door, and saw the black lacquered door opened a crack. Standing outside the door, he could hear the sound of the wind inside.

He bent his fingertips, smiled slightly, and opened the door to see, the whole room was silent.

The Bai family went to the empty building.

Bai Zhun is gone.

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