Picked up a little dumb on the side of the road

Xiao Yi, who walked to the east kitchen, skillfully chopped wood and started a fire, which were all tasks he was used to doing on Linqing Mountain back then, but he encountered difficulties after being put in a pot under cold water.

ginger soup...

Wuyin might have boiled it for him before, but after all...

what is it?

Xiao Yi glanced at the ingredients in the east kitchen, and couldn't recognize some of them, so he was in trouble for a while.

When he was in Xiaojia Village, he couldn't remember when his parents cooked a meal for him in a serious manner. He was not as tall as the stove at that time, and he couldn't even see the three-foot-thick ash covering it.

When his parents are gone, no matter whether he is wandering the streets or suffering from drunkenness, Dongchujian is not a place for him to stay.

After thinking about it, Xiao Yi found that the only time he had a relationship with this house was on Linqing Mountain.

However, no matter how down-and-out the Qinggang Sect is, it is still a serious sect of cultivating immortals. It has been around for hundreds of years, and of course there is no shortage of cooks and cooks; besides, who can safely entrust their food to a teenage child?

Especially Xiao Yi still has such a withdrawn and indifferent temperament, not at all pleasing to others; asking him to boil a bath water is nothing more than Jiao Jin's bad idea to come out to torment him at the beginning.

The years of Feng Prison have not seen the sun, so there are only a few months left by Wei Xun's side...

At the beginning, Xiao carefully recalled all the details of being by Lake Kasazawa.

When I wake up every day, the clean clothes placed on the small stool beside the bed are folded neatly; according to the daily climate change, the clothes are always the most appropriate thickness, with the same fragrance of soap locust floating on Wei Xun's body.

After changing clothes and getting up, there is always a pot of water with a suitable temperature on the pot stand in the corner of the room, and there is a dry towel beside it.

After washing up, you can eat a bowl of hot porridge on the table, a few side dishes, and two steaming white flour steamed buns.

Xiao Yi loves to stay in bed, Wei Xun always sits in a pot with hot water, and eats warmly over the water; he always says that he is just recovering from a serious illness, has a weak spleen and a weak stomach, so he definitely refuses to let him eat cold food.

Wei Xun would simply tidy up the room while Xiao Yi was eating.

Although his movements are very light, he can't see things after all, so he can't help bumping against the corner of the table in a hurry; he is afraid that the dust will rise up and delay Xiao Yi's meal, and he is afraid that his hands and feet will be slow and delay Xiao Yi's sleep after breakfast.

As soon as Xiao Xiao returned to bed and fell asleep, the blind man would quietly leave the room, tidy up the yard, tend to the flowers and plants, and then prepare meals for the next day.

Xiao Yi is woken up by the smell of lunch at about the same time every day, and the food that he mentioned to Wei Xun in the chat the day before can always be placed on the small dining table outside at this time...

Wei Xun in the past was strong and perfect, he opened his arms, never stingy with everything he had, and protected the weak Xiao Yi in his arms.

But now this man is clearly extremely ordinary, even dilapidated, but Xiao Yi still sleeps every day in the little world he propped up with his dilapidated body.

This man is gentle, considerate and silent, he just takes care of everything about Xiao Yi.

Meticulous, meticulous, careful.

But what about me?

Xiao Yi questioned himself.

Apart from being covered in blood, what else can I repay him?

He always thought that he could give everything about himself to Wei Xun, and if he was asked to die for Wei Xun, he would not frown——

But it turns out that for so many years, I have always shrunk under Wei Xun's wings, being a baby bird to be caressed with peace of mind.

Xiao Yi felt something hot slipping down his face.

He was born with cold blood and bones, and all the warmth in his life came from Wei Xun. He never knew that there was something warm hidden in his body.

He reached out to caress his cheek, and his fingers lightly touched the drop of warm water.

He looked suspiciously at the drops of water on his fingertips, then silently put his fingertips in his mouth.

Salty taste.

It is the legendary tears.

A wail.

Those were the tears he couldn't squeeze out when he heard the news of Wei Xun's death, and they came from his pair of deserts that had been dry for many years.

Suddenly he couldn't control himself anymore.

He fell to his knees and wailed bitterly until his voice was hoarse and broken.

Wei Xun fell on the bed in the inner room, tormented drowsy by the unsuitable low-grade fever, but suddenly heard heart-piercing cries outside the room.

His heart tightened, he turned over and got out of bed hastily, he forgot to put on his shoes, and ran out of the house with bare feet; he stumbled when he was caught by the half-foot threshold.

"Ah Yi! What's the matter with you?" Wei Xun rushed into the east kitchen, and could only roughly distinguish Xiao Yi's seat from the direction of the voice.

His hands flitted across the air feebly, but he couldn't touch anyone he was familiar with, because Xiao Yi was still slumped on the ground.

"Brother Seven..." Xiao Yi turned his head following Wei Xun's voice, stretched out his hand and tugged at the hem of Wei Xun's robe, "I'm sorry..."

"I'm sorry..." His voice became intermittent due to crying too hard, "I don't, I don't know how to make ginger soup at all!"

Hearing Xiao Yi's voice, Wei Xun let out a long breath. He knelt down and hugged Xiao Yi tenderly in his arms to comfort him, "No, it won't, it doesn't matter."

Xiao Yi paralyzed in Wei Xun's arms, feeling that Wei Xun patted his back like he did when he was a child, but he couldn't calm his emotions like he did when he was a child.

The more he cried in Wei Xun's arms, the more aggrieved he became.

He felt wronged for Wei Xun.

How could the best person in the world meet such a me.

Wei Xun was still the same as when he was on the mountain before, patting Xiao Yi on the back to comfort him.

Originally, comforting Xiao Yi was something he was familiar with.

In the past, whether it was Xiao Yi's anger, Xiao Yi's anxiety, or Xiao Yi's fear, he could easily calm him down.

But he never comforted Xiao Yi's tears.

Xiao Yi never cried.

It is also impossible for Wei Xun to know that at this moment, Xiao Yi is experiencing an emotion called "grievance" or "self-blame" for the first time in the past 20 years.

He leaned back slightly, leaving a small distance between himself and Xiao Yi, freeing up his hand to wipe Xiao Yi's tears.

His hands caressed Xiao Yi's face with distress, caressing Xiao Yi's perfect lines and exquisite facial features; this was the second time Wei Xun touched it, and his heart still trembled.

Xiao Yi deserves the "excellent beauty" in Lian Lian's mouth, and also has the skin that Jiang Fengshu said, the world shouldn't be born.

Wei Xun also knew that there might not be another such beautiful face in the world.

And the tears of this beauty are the most precious.

Everyone in the world knows that the devil Mingfeng is a cold-hearted and cold-blooded devil, but who would have thought that a devil who would destroy the world at every turn would be hiding in a thatched hut by Lize Lake for a bowl of ginger soup? Weeping in the arms of a mutilated mortal.

Xiao Yi opened his eyes and stared at Wei Xun wiping away his tears in a hurry, and saw that the other party had completely lost the gentleness and calmness of the past.He saw that Wei Xun's hand wiping his tears trembled slightly, and even the rhythm of his breathing was disrupted.

He had hardly seen Wei Xun like this.

The flustered Wei Xun was worried about himself.

This kind of thought warmed Xiao Yi's heart, he wanted to get closer to Wei Xun, even closer...

until there are no gaps.

He sat up straight, leaned forward, raised his head, and his slender neck drew a perfect line——

With his cold and slightly trembling lips, he gently touched Wei Xun's tight lips in a panic.

Wei Xun, who was in a panic, was startled by the coolness on his lips. He froze for an instant, and his breath and time stopped at this moment.

When Xu Qingyan brought him up the mountain, he was still a child. He had always consciously worked hard and had no other distractions when he was a Qingxiu in the mountain. He probably wouldn't know more than Xiao Yi, who grew up in the dirt, what the word love contained.

All the senses were infinitely magnified in this moment of helplessness, he felt Xiao Yi's hand holding his front was trembling unceasingly, he felt——

With trembling hands, Xiao Yi tugged at the hem of his clothes, carefully erasing the final distance between them, while the cold and soft tip of his tongue was about to tap his lips and teeth.

Xiao Yi's tentative movements were very light, without any aggressiveness, almost just an instinctive approach.

Wei Xun, on the other hand, woke up instantly from that little bit of cold and wet touch. He bounced back abruptly, his hands still wrapped around Xiao Yi, but his fists were clenched tightly.

"I..." Wei Xun defended himself in a panic, "I have a cold...don't, don't let you get sick..."

"Brother..." There were still tears in the corners of the beauty's eyes, and he stared at Wei Xun aggrievedly, "Do you want me?"

Do you want me?

Five years ago, Xiao Yi asked Wei Xun a similar question.

need.

This answer has not changed in five years, but the meaning inside is somewhat different.

"want."

Wei Xun held Xiao Yi's face in his hands, and kissed away the tears from the corners of his eyes with his lips.

Xiao Yi also tugged at Wei Xun's front collar.

Trembling, pious.

He raised his neck high, catering to Wei Xun's movements, carefully feeling the gentle caress of Wei Xun's fingertips on his cheek, feeling Wei Xun's kiss, Wei Xun's temperature.

Love//Desire is a matter of human relations.

Wei Xun felt Xiao Yi, felt the other person approaching cautiously, felt everything in his chest that was out of control.

Fuck the restraint!

He hugged the person in his arms tightly, omitting the final distance between them, so that the two lonely souls finally joined each other in a fierce storm.

Because of two strangers, this kiss was not too deep, but it was very long.

It was the violent trembling of the person in his arms that brought back Wei Xun's last sanity.

Xiao Yi was shaking too much, and his body was really cold and numb. Wei Xun felt that what he was hugging was like a cub that had stumbled into the ice nest in nine cold winters, and didn't even have time to grow its fluff.

Wei Xun got up slightly and loosened his lips.

Xiao could only breathe for a while, and he took two big breaths, then hooked Wei Xun's neck with his hands, held his neck and raised his head, pulling his body and lips back to the previous distance.

He was still trembling, and seemed to be getting stronger, his cold cheeks were flushed, it was unknown whether it was because of shyness, emotion or because he was holding his breath.

But he doesn't care.

Because the person in front of him seemed more attractive than air to him, and he couldn't leave him for a moment.

The author has something to say: the sky is spirited and the earth is spirited...

感谢在2020-04-3018:26:28~2020-05-0117:39:31期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

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