Between the clouds, as deep as the sea

When Ling Han was still squatting in front of the stalwart "figure" of the altar of the Yunjian Kingdom, Zhizhi's voice rang beside him:

"let's start."

"What?"

Ling Han turned his head in confusion, and sure enough, Zhizhi spoke in this "repeater" tone, which meant that Heyou was writing on his palm again.

Zhizhi went on to say: "Time is running out, let's start to help adults remember the soul-cleaning dance now. There are 980 steps in this dance, and each step corresponds to a square brick on the altar. You can't step wrong, otherwise the soul-cleaning dance will be completed." If it doesn’t work, it will turn the wandering spirit into an evil spirit instead.”

Saying so, Heyou withdrew his hand, leaped onto the stage.

He stood still for a while, then stretched his sleeves and started dancing.He You was just a phantom, and with his slender figure, he looked even more ethereal.

After the dance ended, Ling Han was dumbfounded.Being amazed by Crane Ghost's dancing posture was only a very small aspect. Looking at the ever-changing gestures, a certain nerd with uncoordinated limbs was completely hopeless, and had no confidence in learning the whole set of movements.

As if seeing Ling Han's embarrassment, He You smiled slightly on the stage, and danced again.This time he deliberately slowed down his pace again, but to Ling Han, it was tantamount to being blind no matter how many times he watched it.

Zhizhi was annoyed by his bewildered expression, grabbed someone by the collar and threw him onto the stage.

"Follow me!" Zhizhi said angrily.

Ling Han is also very knowledgeable, obediently following behind He You, doing exactly the same.

However, after going down several times, I either cared about my hands or forgot my feet. In the end, I just practiced my feet, and I made mistakes again and again.After a "difficult" change of steps, Ling Han finally managed to make his left and right feet fight, and finally fell into a dog-eat-shit posture.

He glanced guiltyly at the only three audience members in the audience: Huan had a cold face as usual, and was speechless from the beginning to the end, and now he was probably really "speechless"; Hua Yang rolled his eyes even higher ; Knowing that he jumped up anxiously, pointed at him and shouted: "Can you be any more stupid!"

Someone whose IQ was insulted was unconvinced, Ling Han got up from the ground, pointed at Zhi Zhi and shouted: "Little brat, you know what a fart! That's because I didn't take it seriously. If I got serious, I would even be afraid of myself." !"

After speaking, he jumped off the high platform. Although his posture was ugly, he managed to maintain the "tsundere" expression on his face.He quickly glanced at the square bricks on the altar, and turned his eyes:

"Look at me using modern technology to get it done in minutes. Let me tell you guys, have you heard of the coordinate axis?"

There was silence behind him, Ling Han was happy, he finally had a chance to shout, he cleared his throat, and prepared to give a long lecture on modern mathematics, trying to show off the prestige of the little brat, who knew that after a few words, everyone understood.

Heyou was the first to understand what he meant. Heyou pulled Zhizhi's hand and wrote a few words on it. The little kid understood, but he couldn't find a pen and paper, and couldn't put the dance steps on the square bricks. Coordinates" are recorded.

Seeing that the day was approaching noon, the sun was scorching on his head, Ling Han was sweating profusely, and he kept fanning the wind with his hands. At this time, Huan, who had been watching silently, suddenly said:

"gone back."

As soon as these words came out, even Ling Han was taken aback for a moment.Zhizhi roared: "Go back!? You can, but he can't!" He stared at Ling Han fiercely, "He will come to the stage after three days like this, we all have to follow!"

Huan, however, ignored Zhizhi, pulled Ling Han straight back, and said without looking back:

"I will keep silent about the position of the dance steps and let him recite them."

Ling Han's hand was cold and comfortable for a while, Huan's tall body just cast a shadow on him, Ling Han thought in his heart that his dog knows how to love others.

But happy for only three seconds, Huan looked down at Ling Han and said:

"I stared at his back and made sure that he would not miss a single step."

When Huan said this, he deliberately stopped, and looked sideways at Ling Han's back.He suddenly felt that falling into this guy's hands would probably be more miserable than being in the hands of a brat.

Then began a three-day closed dance training, Huan almost locked Ling Han in the room, from opening his eyes until sunset.Huan didn't talk much, and sat opposite Ling Han across a small table. When someone was serious, the room was as comfortable as if the air conditioner was turned on, but if he lost his mind, the temperature around him would drop sharply. As for how many degrees it drops, it depends on how inattentive Ling Han is.

After lunch is the time when people are most sleepy. The otaku Han who has always been used to taking a nap has been tortured by the dense pile of coordinates on the paper all morning.

That is, in less than half a second, the temperature of the air suddenly froze below zero, Ling Han jerked violently, and immediately flew out of the sky after drowsiness.

When he opened his eyes, there were still small snowflakes floating in front of his eyes. The snowflakes fell leisurely on the tip of his nose, melted in an instant, and the temperature returned to normal in an instant.

Huan tapped the table with his index finger, signaling him to concentrate.Ling Han really wanted to bump his head against the ground to beg him to let him go, but he is also sensible, if he remembers the wrong dance steps, the seal will not become a ghost, not to mention, when the time comes, all ghosts will turn into evil spirits, not only he will be gnawed to pieces, but the whole The kingdom of clouds will also become a hell on earth.

Ling Han clasped his hands together and raised his head above his head, bowed exaggeratedly to Huan who was facing him, and said:

"Small mistake, correct it immediately!"

After speaking, he muttered words, wrote and drew with his hands, and started to struggle again.

This time he struggled non-stop until after dinner, and when the sun was setting in the west and the heat was gradually receding, Huan led Ling Han to the altar for actual combat exercises.

Zhizhi didn't come this day, and he didn't know if he was so angry at Ling Han's strange movements last night that he couldn't see it.The setting sun cast a layer of warm light on the altar, and the evening wind blew Ling Han's sky-blue clothes and the hair on his forehead slightly fluttering. At first glance, there was still some taste.

But as soon as he moved, the atmosphere was instantly destroyed.

At this juncture of sharpening their guns before the battle, everyone no longer cared about the coordination and beauty of their movements. Ling Han silently read the position of each step, his eyes fixed on his feet, and he just wanted to step on each brick correctly and be thankful.

So from a distance, it looks like a two-legged frog jumping around.

Nine hundred and one, nine hundred and two, nine hundred and three... 970 nine...

Seeing that victory was in sight, Ling Han suddenly trembled, his feet were in a mess, he was wrong.At this time, his whole body was getting colder and colder. He looked at Huan in the audience pitifully, and begged:

"Big dog, I have improved a lot today, don't cool down anymore, I made so many mistakes yesterday, I don't see you getting angry..."

"It's you who have a fever, cut, it's still cold in such a hot day."

There was a mocking sound not far away, Ling Han raised his head and saw Hua Yang following him at some point, sitting on a tree with his long legs dangling, as if he was watching the excitement.

"Ergou, don't open your eyes and talk nonsense, it's obvious..."

Just as Ling Han was about to turn back, he was suddenly bound around his waist. He was driven by this force and turned around, his forehead felt cold.The familiar silver hair and black clothes, and the cool breath blowing in his ears.

"Huan, you, what are you doing..."

Ling Han opened his mouth to speak, but his voice was a little hoarse, and only then did he realize how his throat was hurting.

"You have a fever."

"Well, it seems, yes..."

"Why don't you say it?"

"..."

Ling Han wondered if I had a chance to find out that I was sick. You have been repeatedly stimulated by alternating hot and cold these two days, and I didn't even have a chance to catch my breath!

"Cut, you're as delicate as a woman." Another sneer from far away.

"You can't spit ivory out of your dog's mouth..." Ling Han rushed up and wanted to reason, but he couldn't get away after struggling for a long time. Huan's hand tightened more and more, and finally he directly grabbed the man and carried him away.

Ling Han cried and howled, but his voice was sore and hoarse, and his voice was not enough. Seeing Hua Yang's complacent face from a distance, and seeing himself hugged by a more "girly" princess, he wished he could beat these two dogs to death together.

Huan hugged him all the way back to the room. Ling Han was cold all over, only his forehead was hot. He rubbed against Huan's chest to cool down his feverish and dizzy forehead.Huan woke up, a pair of big hands supported the back of his head, and pressed Ling Han's forehead against his chest.

On the bed, Ling Han wrapped up the quilt that he usually kicked aside when sleeping, and curled up like a shrimp, whining and whining. Originally, he just wanted to put on a show, but he didn't expect that his attention really shifted to his body. Only then did I realize that I was dizzy, my whole body was cold, and my throat was smoky. I was really uncomfortable and wanted to scream.

The person on the bed was clutching the quilt tightly, Ling Han was already thin, but wrapped up like this, he became even more of a small ball when he got stuck in the big bed.Huanzheng wanted to untie his clothes and cover him, but just as he stretched out his hand, he realized that his clothes were also cold.The outstretched fingertips hung above Ling Han's head, and finally he put his palm on Ling Han's hot forehead.

Ling Han patted the cold palm on his forehead, smiled reassuringly, and said:

"It's okay, Big Dog. I'm strong. I'll be alive and kicking tomorrow. Now I'll sleep for a while. Don't worry, I'll recite the book in my dream, hahaha."

Ling Han knew that although Huan in front of him had become paralyzed for some reason, he cared about himself very much in his heart. These times of "birth and death", the two of them had a fateful friendship, and this time he froze and fell ill. Blaming himself, but also stubbornly refusing to admit it.So Ling Han went on to comfort him:

"I pledge to get the job done and live up to the organization's expectations."

Ling Han's voice was hoarse, and his face was flushed, but his crooked smiling eyes were bright and clear.

This image fell into Huan's eyes, filled with indescribably mixed feelings.A long, long time ago, this person was also smiling like this, even if he was begging himself to kill himself, even at the last moment of his life, he always had such a clear smile.

Such a smile once gave Huan so much tenderness and pain, but now it seems that there is only fear left.

He suddenly leaned over and hugged Ling Han into his arms. He wanted to hold tightly to the lost and recovered treasure, but in the end he could only gently, lest the dream would shatter into pieces.

"I won't, I won't let you go again."

Ling Han was stunned by Huan's firm words, his hands were hanging by Huan's side, not knowing what to answer.

Have I really forgotten too much...?