What a pitiful marrow-washing herb【Interstellar】

One long leaf, one end is clutched in the palm of the man, and the other end is connected with five short leaves, tightly pulling the pillow

The light came on, the man's eyes were clear, without any sleepiness, and there were layers of gentle smiles in the black pupils.

Like reeling in a fishing line, he rolled the long leaves in his palm bit by bit, and picked up the remaining five leaves together with the pillow.

Leaf threw away the pillow, grabbed the air a few times with all her strength, and then hung down all the leaves as if resigned to her fate.

Qin Han raised his eyebrows, stretched out a finger and pulled the marrow-washing grass, which was pretending to be dead, and Ye Zi turned over following his movements.

Suddenly, "biu——", the long leaves disappeared, and Qin Han saw a touch of green with a long tail, darting past under his nose.

The pillow that had just been dropped by the pith-washing plant shook.

The man let out a low sigh, as if he was a little distressed.

"It's gone?"

Then there was a rustling sound, the slightly sunken mattress bounced back, followed by a few footsteps, and finally the door was gently closed.

The room fell silent, and after a few minutes a thin leaf poked out from under the pillow.

The leaf was very cautious, and waited for a few seconds before it stood up, turned around 360 degrees, and twisted itself until it was thin.

The pith-washing grass, which found nothing unusual, violently lifted the pillow, and the whole grass bounced upwards vigorously, and then launched itself towards the coat on the hanger.

In the end it fell into a warm palm.

The originally limp leaves instantly became as stiff as plaster, and that hand brought him in front of the man.

Qin Han smiled: "I found it."

The marrow-washing grass slapped and limp in his palm, life has nothing to love.JPG

In another room, the person on the bed suddenly pulled up the quilt and covered his head to cover his distorted expression. He hammered the mattress under the quilt and rolled around silently until he heard a knock on the door. .

The people outside the door could come in directly, but they insisted on knocking on the door repeatedly, as if urging them to die.

The young man got up from the bed in an instant, brushed his hair twice, rubbed his eyes, and opened the door pretending to be sleepy.

His pretty green eyes were misty, like the mist rising from the forest in the morning.

Qin seemed ignorant Liu: "What's the matter? It's so late."

He turned around to let the general in, and when he heard the sound of closing the door, he turned his back on the general and swallowed.

Qin Han looked at his back, and let out a chuckle from his throat, which was as low as a breath sound, and as short as a quick flick in his heart.

Qin Liu sat down a little stiffly, twisted on the bed a couple of times uneasily, the general just looked at him with a smile and didn't make a sound.

He could only stumble and say, "Why, what's the matter?"

"Hey, you, you don't know! I was having a nightmare just now. I dreamed that a wolf with a big black tail held me in its mouth. It, it is broken!"

He wanted to divert the general's attention, but the more he edited it, the smoother he was. He told the general how scary the big-tailed wolf was, but in the end he couldn't say anything, so he could only secretly look at the general out of the corner of his eye, and asked him again. :

"How did you come?"

"Why don't you turn on the light?" The general replied with an irrelevant sentence.

"Ah? Oh, turn on the light and turn on the light." Qin Liu repeated his words like a repeater while turning on the light.

The warm bedside lamp was dim and gentle, like the man sitting in front of him, he folded his hands and held them in front of Qin Liu's eyes.

"I just received a gift, guess what it is?"

There was no anger in his voice, and there was even a hint of a smile in his voice.

Qin Liu, who knew everything in his hand, pretended to be stupid: "What kind of duck?"

He was a little hesitant to speak, but stopped: "...Since it is a gift, otherwise you should just keep it and don't look at it!"

Qin Han shook his head slightly: "Someone stays up late at night and sends himself as a gift, how can I not read it?"

He spread out his palm, revealing the wilting marrow-washing plant inside.

Qin Liu: "..."

He almost wanted to cover his face and bury himself in the blanket.

The general's voice was tinged with worry again: "Help me take a look, this grass doesn't seem very comfortable?"

Ah ah ah ah ah--

Qin Liu tried to snatch the grass from the general's hand, but was dodged. He watched the general carefully put the marrow-washing grass in his pocket.

Qin Liu: "...you know, some people want to run out by themselves."

General: "Well, I know."

Qin Liu: "You know, the main body can't control them anymore!"

General: "Well, I know."

Qin Liu: "You, you know..."

General: "Well, I know."

His eyes are like the vast and quiet night sky, which can contain everything.

Qin Liu: "...you are fishing for law enforcement! You are too bad! You even lied to marrow-washing grass!"

He was so emotional that he was about to shed tears, and he scolded the general angrily: "It's so late, why don't you sleep! If you don't sleep, you don't sleep, how can you pretend to be asleep! You, you are playing with the young man And fragile hearts!"

He was full of nonsense, and he didn't know what he said after he said it.

The general was helpless: "...watch less TV dramas."

He waited patiently for the pierced marrow-washing grass to scratch the soil and bury his little shame deep.

After a few minutes, the marrow-washing grass finally calmed down.

He shyly said, "You, you ask."

Qin Han looked at his little benefactor with gentle eyes as always, and he stuffed the two white and tender jiojios that his little benefactor stepped on the floor into the quilt.

Then he thought for a while, as if he was considering where to start the question. After a minute of silence, he said slowly: "I have a high degree of compatibility with the S-class mecha, is it because of you?"

Qin Liu nodded: "I said before, your sea of ​​consciousness is full of cracks."

He hesitated for a moment before continuing: "There are purple lightning bolts behind those cracks. Do you still remember the Tribulation God Thunder I told you about?"

The general remembered, and he continued: "Those are very similar to the divine thunders from the time of crossing the catastrophe. I accidentally absorbed some of them before, and found that the crack actually healed."

Qin Han stood up silently, and Ximaocao looked at him in horror as he lifted his quilt. He always felt that this scene looked familiar, so he immediately called out:

"I'm fine. I'm fine. You know, they're all natural attributes. God's thunder is useless to me."

He just took advantage of Qin Han not remembering anything, so he talked blindly to deceive him. He didn't have to go through the calamity, but he just watched the divine thunder from a distance, and this was the first time he had come into close contact with it.

However, he has been in and out of the general's sea of ​​consciousness for the past two days, and he has painstakingly repaired many cracks, but he really didn't find any harm to him.

The general put down the little benefactor who was going to take him to the medical room, turned him twice on the bed, and looked up and down. There was really no obvious change, except...

The little benefactor was buried on his back in the quilt, with one hand under his body, the general squeezed his belly, making it limp.

"Are you fat?"

The little belly felt great in the hand, Qin Han couldn't hold back and pinched a couple of more. He was so startled that the marrow-washing grass propped up his upper body, took a deep breath, turned his face up, and the little belly immediately flattened, even sunken inward. A small arc.

The marrow-washing grass satisfactorily pressed on the belly: "I'm not fat, I'm not fat, look, it's still flat, I'm hungry!"

Qin Han laughed: "Not fat, really thin."

He took the quilt on one side, wrapped the marrow-washing grass tightly again, and squatted at the head of the bed to discuss with him: "First, tell me when you enter the sea of ​​consciousness. Second, do what you can every time. You can ?"

The marrow-washing grass nodded obediently, and heard the general ask again: "When did you put this in?"

Qin Han took out the marrow-washing grass that didn't look decadent anymore. Unexpectedly, after asking, its six leaves trembled, and it looked like it was about to collapse again.

"Just, just the day you took the pill of washing marrow!" The little benefactor on the bed opened his round eyes and looked at him innocently.

Qin Liu was holding on, but the marrow-washing grass in the general's palm folded its leaves one by one, wrapping itself into a green ball, which perfectly reflected his shy heart.

Qin Liu: "..."

He glared at the general's palm, and finally confessed honestly: "It was the first night you went to that room."

His voice was low, and the words seemed to be mixed back and forth in his mouth.

The general who finally heard it clearly almost doubted his ears: "...have you been here since the first day we separated?"

He began to reflect on himself, whether his vigilance had really dropped recently, Qin Liu hurriedly remedied: "I used to hide it in my pocket before! I didn't crawl out. Recently, I only climbed into bed when I entered the spiritual consciousness!"

Qin Liu paused, always feeling that there seemed to be something wrong with his wording.

Climbed into bed... The general pressed his temple helplessly, it was nothing to say.

Qin Liu was afraid that he would be unhappy, so he whispered:

"I want to be with Qin Han."

This... killed the general.

These words were soft, but they were like a sharp knife poking at the general's heart, cutting open his chest, pulling out his still beating heart, and roasting it on a raging fire.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Qin Liu asked cautiously, "Are you angry?"

"boom--"

A pile of dry wood was stuffed into the fire, and the fire was intensified.

Unknowingly, the marrow-washing grass squirmed and turned over, lying on its side and looking at him: "Don't be angry, okay?"

"Zi-"

A handful of cumin is sprinkled with gurgling blood-soaked hearts.

Qin Han couldn't help covering his heart with one hand, and his benefactor's watery green eyes with the other.

He said helplessly, "I'll put it on the pillow in the future."

Qin Liu was stunned for a moment, then shook his head, shaking his hands covering his eyes, his eyes were bright: "Really?"

The general nodded.

The marrow-washing grass hit the pole immediately: "Then can you put me aside?"

General: "No—"

Ximaocao was puzzled: "I am it, it is me?"

General: "No—"

The marrow-washing grass began to act coquettishly unconsciously: "Why why?"

The general tugged the quilt over his mouth and down to his nose.

however--

The marrow-washing grass sent a voice transmission to the general: "Sleep together! Qin Han Qin Han!"

The general, who fought bloody battles and never retreated a step, suddenly felt a little tired, as if everything had returned to the original point.

He took a firm step and walked all the way to the door, listening to the voice of "Qin Han Qin Han" gradually weakening in his ears.

Qin Liu was planning to give up at first, but in the blink of an eye, a shadow fell over his head, and the general who had just returned to his heart was standing by the bed with a helpless expression on his face.

"Just one night."