Concentrate

Brick regained consciousness from his ecstasy of cultivation, and was going to sleep, but was hit by the thin raindrops on the leaves: "It's raining heavily."

Tiantian corrected him: "It's Xiaoyu."

On this day, it was raining lightly in the yard.It is said that at the beginning it was just a light mist, but how could it not only not stop, but also become more chic and reckless.

Xun Yan woke up to the sound of dripping rain, the glass window was slanted by the rain swaying in the wind, and there were a lot of tears.It was this illusion of being close at hand and without barriers that made him stretch out his hand to catch a drop of water from the sky.

Too bad the hands are too short.

But the time is not short.This scene was seen by Yu Kongsang who pushed the door in.He seemed to have done something wrong and wanted to cover it up, but he also understood that the bigger the action, the more he would cover it up.

"Is your door broken? I opened it as soon as I touched it."

Xun Yan didn't care to scold him for coming in without knocking, and seeing his hypocritical side, he immediately embarrassed his acting skills: "Ah? Really?"

Lively people don't have time to write poems, only introverted and sensitive people have so much time to brew emotions again and again in their hearts, brewing jar after jar of wine that is disgusted after aging.

Commonly known as the black history of leaving records.

When Xun Yan was young, he wrote a lot of experiences, including those who moaned and groaned without illness, those who retaliated against society, and those who pretended to be different.In the end, the entity was burned, fearing that it would not be torn cleanly, and the network wanted to log off.

In the end it turned out to be something different.

This kind of alternative did not make him feel sober and independent, but intensified his introversion and sensitivity. He kept reducing the number of friends and making friends circle.As the saying goes, fake gays often sell rot, and real gays find girlfriends.Although Xun Yan didn't find a girlfriend, his male friends became less and less.

And getting along with a higher proportion of female friends worsened his sensitivity.Why do you say it's getting worse?Because this kind of sensitivity has exceeded the scope of his own willingness, it often makes his mood fluctuate excessively.

This is a major factor in his inability to be honest about his feelings.Expect less verbally, and the answers you get will be less harsh.

The goblins looked at the shattered crystals falling from the gray sky, feeling very upset.

Tiantian Xiaorou held his big round face in his hands: "Will Yanyan go out when it rains?"

Brick held it together with him, but he didn't know if he would.

The corners of Zhou Chang's eyes twitched: "You two are holding a face with four hands, are you afraid you won't be able to hold it?"

Tiantian pouted, feeling very unhappy, and pushed Brick's hand away.Brick obediently, without getting angry, cupped his face.

"The heavy rain is like a waterfall, and the light rain is like a fog."

Yu Kongsang was holding an oil-paper umbrella painted with green bamboo in yellow, and was wearing a white dress with wide sleeves.

Qiancheng: "What about this kind of moderate rain?"

Yu Kongsang turned back slowly, with a smile on his face, it was Mr. Pianpian, gentle as jade: "Can you die if you don't speak?"

Pirates obediently sealed Qiancheng's mouth, Qiancheng was very resentful of this dog-legged behavior, and the two fought again.

Yu Kongsang threw the oiled paper umbrella upwards, and the Mengji animal bones glowed soft white light under the cyan umbrella, illuminating the entire courtyard in all directions.Bai Yi jumped up and stepped onto the top of the umbrella, Xun Yan could only see the fluttering sleeves of his clothes swimming in the breeze.

Suddenly there was a strange roar of a beast, and a figure like a big cat appeared under the umbrella. It landed slowly, and finally landed on the ground. With its forelimbs bent, it lazily lay down on the ground and disappeared.

The vision in the sky ended just like that, and the resting rain poured down, hitting the heads and faces of Qiancheng who were watching with their probes.Yu Kongsang held up his little yellow umbrella, wore his little white shirt, and fixed his eyes on him.

Xun Yan could only praise him: "This special effect is really beautiful."

It seems that the effect is not very good, Yu Kongsang is not satisfied, and still stares at him.

Xun Yan had no choice but to continue: "Your clothes are so beautiful."

Yu Kongsang must act obediently if he got a bargain, but he said: "I didn't want to wear it at first, but the sweater and trousers are too inconsistent to cast spells."

Xun Yan nodded: "I know, I know."

However, this is the first time that Xun Yan has seen a high magician. It is so cool that he can change the world and bury the formation with a wave of his little hand.

"Yanyanyanyan," Tiantian couldn't sit still after watching the performance, "Shall we go to the streets today?"

Xun Yan stepped up the stairs with one foot, and only waved his hand when he heard the words: "No, no, what street are you going to when it's raining?"

Tiantian was very aggrieved, and said timidly, "Then... it's okay to catch a show..."

Xun Yan didn't hear these words.The goblins' trips were delayed by the weather, and they were so angry that they were driven back to the soil by Yu Kongsang without complaining.

"In a rainy day, with such a strong aura, I don't want to go to any street to cultivate immortals."

So he reluctantly took root, and reluctantly cultivated a fairy road that is far away.

After checking Weibo, Xun Yan didn't dare to play games or read new novels, for fear that a good day would be wasted like this.He ran up to the empty glass room, and sure enough, he saw Yu Kongsang sitting on a rocking chair.

Yu Kongsang went out to buy a mobile phone, and brought back two rocking chairs that looked comfortable at first glance.

"Didn't it be stolen?" Xun Yan was puzzled.

"How could it be possible? I was a fine man before the founding of the People's Republic of China, and I am also very law-abiding. I'm not like those supernatural beings out there."

"Is that snatched?"

"Of course I bought them, real coins one by one."

Xun Yan couldn't figure it out again: "Where did you get the money? What about your belongings?"

Yu Kongsang was puzzled: "You think I need it? I got it from someone I know."

"Yo," Xun Yan said in a strange way, laughing to himself, "You still know 'people'."

Of course Yu Kongsang knows people.Plants are not the only ones who cultivate immortality.Xun Yan came up today for the cultivator Yu Kongsang knew.

"I can't tell the story of the protagonist of the novel last time."

"Tell me." Yu Kongsang took a sip of tea and was about to say.

"I want to hear it too!"

"I want to listen too!"

"Get down and talk about it!"

Since the audience was so loud, Yu Kongsang led Xun Yan to the yard without any hesitation.After setting up small tables, tea cups, reclining chairs, and setting up a large invisible umbrella to cover the rain and light, Xun Yan was politely invited to sit down, and then he opened his voice very comfortably.

"I didn't see the mountain when I first met him. I thought he must be a disciple of a famous family, or a descendant of a famous family. He is easy to make friends, has many friends, and has a very hearty personality."

"Then he must not be?" Qian Cheng talked a lot.

A fan floated to his leaf, knocked on his head, and returned to the storyteller Yu Kongsang.He always felt that something was missing, and now holding the fan, the outfit was finally complete.

Seeing the mountain was not called this name before.

Back then he had no name at all.A group of iron thread grasses have just become fine, they don't know how to practice, they rely on aura and luck.In a small world, they can see the sky above their heads and the land under their feet, have seen rain, snow, and wind that blows up and flies up.

Unexpectedly, the mountain is at the bottom of this small world, the rain provides for him, and the abundant aura in the rain also provides for him.

Some cultivators passing by will talk about the majesty of this mountain.If you don't see the mountain, you and your family don't know what a mountain is.

The wire grass on the top grew and grew, and one day he suddenly said: "I saw the mountain that people passing by said."

"As tall as they say?"

"Yes, high, as high as the sky."

One after another, the wiregrass grew upwards, and each of them described to him how tall and majestic the mountain was.But he didn't see that he was too far away from the top of Xiaotiandi, farther than everyone else.

He absorbs dew, rain, and aura very eagerly, regardless of day or night.Finally all the wiregrasses saw the mountain, and the one at the bottom stretched out his head.

The mountain is really high, straight into the sky, and stretches for hundreds of miles, one after another.

And he was in a pit that was extremely small in comparison.

"Hey," Yu Kongsang looked at the phone, "It's twelve o'clock, let's talk about it next time after eating first."

Xun Yan resented: "If you cheat, I will curse you to become a eunuch."

Yu Kongsang said kindly, "Don't worry."

The disruptor came again, Zhou Chang said: "The plants that have grown into essence don't plan to stay, so what's the matter with the eunuchs not being eunuchs?"

Xun Yan: (ノ=Д=)ノ┻━┻

But this kind of habitual behavior of judging goblins with human thoughts is too hard to change.

At night after the rain, the air is as fresh as wild, as if you are in an ancient forest.

The quiet village, the quiet yard, even the dogs in the distance are no longer exchanged.There is no one here at night, there are many fields and many tombs, and the ancestors have been sleeping here for generations, and thieves do not take risks at night.After all, the daytime is also very empty, and theft is very convenient.

A furtive figure appeared at the gate of the yard at twelve o'clock in the middle of the night with a bulging pile of things in his arms. He was very cautious and cautious, not making a sound.The night after the rain is full of aura, especially at this point, the plants are full of energy and mesmerized, as if drinking Vita lemon tea.

In this way, he moved lightly to the door and took off the latch little by little.The bolt was simple and thick, and it was of a very traditional style. It took him a lot of effort to pull it out without making a sound.

He faintly exhaled the raised breath, which was so long that it made his suppressed face flush.

He put his hand on the door and was about to open it and go out.The door was opened from the outside.

A long-haired figure stood there at the bright door, his face hidden in the shadows, but the aura frightened him.When he was afraid, he shouted: "Yanyan!"

Xun Yan, who was woken up, looked at the serious scene of the three trials, completely confused, with a bewildered expression on his face.

Tiantian wears half-length hair that is as thin and soft as a little princess, and the yellowish color makes him feel a little pitiful.

"Wooooow Yanyan, don't eat my child..."

The author has something to say: I fell asleep yesterday, I will make up a chapter today, and there will be more tonight

I really can't be lazy anymore