Into Liaozhai and falling in love

Lu Qian scratched his head: "According to what you said, it is indeed lack of consideration."

With a wave of his sleeves, he returned to his seat carelessly, lying on the table as if he had no bones, and after a while he raised a face that was so sleepy that he could barely open his eyes: "Forget it, anyway, I'm I don’t have the desire to save the world, it’s not because you can’t eat or sleep well recently, and I want to share the burden for you.”

Yan Chixia turned her face away, not looking at him: "You have already helped me a lot. If it weren't for you, I might have died here long ago."

Not only the first time we met, Lu Qian always knew a lot about the hidden weaknesses of ghosts, helped him win the decisive battle more than once, and even pointed out how to find the weaknesses of different ghosts steadily and ruthlessly when he was practicing, so that His skill has made the greatest progress in the shortest period of time.

Lu Qian raised his face, met the grateful eyes he sent over, his cheeks were slightly red, turned away from him, and muttered to himself.

"I'm not helping you either."

He floated onto the bed and lay down in a big character, his body sank into the soft and fluffy mattress, his whole body was wrapped by Yan Chixia's warm breath, he took a deep breath, and his mood improved a lot.

"We have been living together for so many years, helping you is helping me, and..."

He suddenly looked at Yan Chixia, and said with a rare seriousness: "Just take it as a thank you for being with me all these years."

The corners of his lips curled into an arc, more like self-deprecating, "I have lived alone for decades, and every day when I go back, I face a cold room, even if I talk, I can only look in the mirror, and it is even more excessive after I die. Sometimes even the mirror can’t find me.”

YouQi was frustrated, he hammered out of the bed twice in resentment, but because he was still a phantom at the moment, there was no sound at all, and he could only be seen rolling back and forth on the bed like a ghost.

Although it was a bit out of place, Yan Chixia still wanted to say - such a big person can still be a little cute when doing such actions.

Lu Qian vented the depression in his heart, raised his face and rolled his eyes twice, shrewd and shrewd but not annoying: "Although you are a little less talkative, but at least you know there is someone else at home. It’s been a long time, so thank you very much.”

He waved his hand: "Forget it, forget it, I didn't think carefully about this method of catching ghosts, but I just said it casually, it doesn't need to be forgotten, it seems that I can't help you much."

He spread his hands, but he didn't feel much guilt or guilt, his brows and eyes were three or four points softer.

Seeing the sincere smile flashing in his eyes, Yan Chixia thought about it, and suddenly she didn't know what to say.

Dazed for a while, he grabbed his sword on the table, stood up and turned his back to Lu Qian: "I'm going out first." The moment I stepped out, I took it back, paused, "I will come back as soon as possible at night."

The smile in the corner of Lu Qian's eyes widened a bit, and the wrinkles on his forehead were about to burst into laughter: "Well, okay, be careful, I'll wait for you at home."

Before he left, it was good to be accompanied by such a person who was not cute, but he was very close to his heart. Anyway, he could no longer bear the bone-chilling loneliness, as if it was going to swallow up the world.

After returning at night.

"I have some good news, do you want to hear it?" Lu Qian lay on the edge of the bed, staring at Yan Chixia, who was washing up, with a smirk.

Yan Chixia was twisting the towel, glanced at him and said nothing.

Lu Qian turned over uninterestedly, looked at the bed curtain at the end of the bed: "What, I don't give you any face."

Yan Chixia hung her coat on the stool, stood by the bed and looked down at him.

Lu Qian quickly rolled inside to make room for him beside the bed.

When he came up and lay down flat before he had time to cover the quilt, he turned over and pressed on him in the blink of an eye, pinching his cheeks with both hands: "It's really good news, aren't you curious?"

Yan Chixia was used to him moving his hands and feet anytime and anywhere, so she popped out a hand from the gap between the two of them with difficulty, reached for the quilt and swung the two of them directly into the quilt: "Tell me about it."

The warmth circulated under the quilt, and slowly penetrated into Lu Qian's veins along the pores. He let out a long breath, turned over and lay on his back with Yan Chixia, and turned his face to the side in frustration: "When I was young, I had facial paralysis. After growing up, she has a big facial paralysis, which is not cute at all."

Yan Chixia glanced at the dancing candles beside the bed: "If you don't say anything, I'll turn off the lights and go to sleep?"

Lu Qian hurriedly stopped him: "Wait a minute."

Before the words fell, the room was completely dark.Lu Qian's surprised cry came from the suddenly darkened room: "I told you to wait a moment, what are you doing, it's so dark, I can't see anything."

Yan Chixia stretched out her arms to hold his shoulders, and pressed him on the bed to restrain his random movements: "Don't move, or you get out of my bed."

Lu Qian grasped the quilt tightly, and quickly turned into a little pitiful, with an aggrieved voice: "No, do you have the heart to see a popsicle when you wake up tomorrow morning?"

After his eyes got used to the darkness, the bright white moonlight outside the window was projected, reflecting everything in the house clearly. Even when Lu Qian turned around, he could see Yan Chixia's thick black eyebrows, giving him a resolute face. Add a bit of wildness.

No, you are obviously just afraid of the cold psychologically.

He didn't move, Yan Chixia let go of her hand, and didn't forcefully throw him out, she closed her eyes: "You're a ghost, you don't get cold."

Although he doesn't know what a popsicle is, Lu Qian will often say a sentence or two that he doesn't understand. Yan Chixia can guess the general meaning based on the context. Daily communication is no obstacle.

Lu Qian pursed his mouth: "There is no love between us."

Yan Chixia paused, her mouth moved slightly, but she still didn't speak in the end.But Lu Qian couldn't help it, and turned his face to poke his cheek: "Hey, you really don't want to know."

After getting no response for a long time, Lu Qian had no choice but to admit defeat: "Okay, okay, you don't want to know, but I want to tell you, isn't it enough?"

Poking here and touching there, not moving, not even talking, like a wooden pier.

Lu Qian was frustrated, half lying on his body and gouging his eyes with both hands: "Can you open your eyes, even if you are too lazy to talk to me, you still have to look at me."

Yan Chixia was so annoyed by him that she opened her eyes suddenly, a pair of dark and deep eyes were especially cold in the night, and seemed to be radiating a cold light.

With such a pair of eyes, Lu Qian instinctively withdrew his hands, and even floated up two or three points to widen the distance between the two.

Yan Chixia's eyes fell on him, and she instantly returned to her usual indifferent expression, as if the aura of not entering before strangers was an illusion of Lu Qian.

After Yan Chixia raised her hand and grabbed his wrist, she didn't let go, she looked at him fixedly, with a helpless expression on her face: "Is this the way to say it?"

"It's more or less the same." Lu Qian got off him muttering, changed into a comfortable position and huddled in his arms, shook his arms and raised his face, "If you let go, I won't even be able to lie down gone."

"Don't let go." Seeing that he finally calmed down, Yan Chixia closed her eyes again.I went late today, and because I wanted to come back early, I moved a little faster when catching ghosts, and my body was a little tired.

As for why she wanted to come back sooner, Yan Chixia turned her face away, grabbed his hand and deliberately turned her back on the ghost, doing enough of the gesture that I don't want to talk to you but why are you bothering me all the time.

"..." Lu Qian protested dissatisfiedly: "Why!"

In the evening, Yan Chixia's voice was not as deep as in the daytime, with a hint of tired hoarseness. His voice was lowered, as if he was gently scratching the frosted surface with his fingertips: "Let go, you have nothing to do when you are free, and you have to move your hands and feet." , I'm very tired today, so finish talking early and go to bed early."

Lu Qian, who wanted to say something, turned around and lay on top of him: "Is today's ghost difficult?"

Yan Chixia half-opened her eyes: "Can't you sleep well, this makes me a little uncomfortable."

After a pause, he said again, "You are difficult."

"..."

Yan Chixia was afraid that he wouldn't understand, so she added: "You are more difficult to deal with than all of them combined."

"...!"

Who wants to mess with you, Lu Qian gave him a glance, muttered in his mouth, but still shrank back very cooperatively, rubbed the back of his head against his armpit twice, found a perfect posture and stopped still: "Okay, okay Lah, let me lie down like this, you can feel more comfortable."

Yan Chixia's silence was equivalent to acquiescing.

Lu Qian couldn't see his face, and didn't know what his expression was at the moment. He was silent for less than half a cup of tea, and couldn't help but asked again: "Are you asleep?"

Yan Chixia's voice was muffled: "No."

Lu Qian was surprised: "Why haven't you slept yet?"

Yan Chixia: "Don't you have something to tell me?"

Lu Qian was pleasantly surprised: "Do you still want to listen? I'll tell you what you want to hear." The tone of "Hurry up and want to hear, because I really want to say" is full of intentions.

Yan Chixia clasped his shoulder with one hand to calm him down, then nodded perfunctorily: "Well, tell me, I'm listening."

There was a bit of air in Lu Qian's voice: "I went out today and met a few little ghosts in the woods. Seeing their strange whereabouts, I stopped them and asked a few more questions. Guess what they said?"

At the end, Lu Qian still couldn't hold back, and turned to look at Yan Chixia with bright eyes.

Just listening to the voice, she could imagine his puppy-like face begging to be petted. Yan Chixia opened her eyes, glanced at him and asked with admiration, "Well, and then."

The author has something to say: Lu Qian is wronged: You don’t listen to me, there is no love between us, pitiful.JPG

Lu Qianjing: Roll on, I'm not talking about this kind of love! !Ah, I'm going to kick you!

Inform in advance, so that Yan Daxia can easily catch his feet!

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Thank you Tianlan for the landmines, what a chirp~