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Man with an Umbrella X Man in Tsing Yi

01.

People come and go, the flow is endless.

It was the first day of the Chinese lanterns, and the first snowflakes fluttered. After a while, rustling snowflakes fell to the ground, forming a thin layer of snow.

A child quickly ran into the corner of the street and quickly merged into the darkness.

The fine snow fell more and more heavily, and the people on the street gradually became less and less. The child hid in the dark and huddled up, and found a tattered straw mat. He gestured to himself with the straw mat, thinking Use straw mats to keep out the howling wind.

Really cold.

The child rubbed his hands and hid tremblingly in the corner.

Just when he was in a daze, the child heard voices, and he was so frightened that he quickly used the tattered straw mat to block himself tightly.

"Hmm...not here?" The speaker was a bit disappointed and hesitant, and he stepped around a few times, only to find small footprints on the ground in different shades, crooked, and some footprints had been buried by fresh snow.

"Hey, everyone said don't put on so much spectacle, can't you change your old problem that it must snow when you travel? Our sect doesn't pay attention to ostentation when traveling!" The person who spoke just now suddenly roared.

"Oh." The voice was cold and clear, without any emotion at all.

The child felt that the voice was colder than this snowy day, and he couldn't help shivering when he heard it. Before he had time to imagine what the owner of the cold voice looked like, the straw mat covering his body was lifted It turned out that the child's nose was red from the cold, and those big watery eyes were very pitiful.

"Here." The man was wearing a green shirt, holding a green sword, and holding an oil-paper umbrella with a snow-white top covered with a layer of snow.

The child was startled. He didn't know why they were looking for him. When he followed his instinct and wanted to escape, he was dragged back to the man in Tsing Yi by an invisible force. The child found himself floating in the air suddenly, and he panicked. His eyes widened anxiously, "Immortal..."

The soft nonno voice made the man in Tsing Yi startled, he covered the child's head with the umbrella in his hand, the child sniffed and looked at the man in Tsing Yi puzzled.

"Take it back, it's the best single spirit root." The old man standing beside the man in Tsing Yi said with a smile.

The man in Tsing Yi looked down at the child in the snow, rolled up his sleeves and wrapped the child in his arms, "Oh."

Not only the child, but even the old man was amazed.

"Tu'er will follow you from now on." The old man smiled.

"Oh."

The child was taken away by the man in Tsing Yi before he understood the situation.

He nestled in the arms of the man in Tsing Yi, and found that the snowflakes in the sky seemed to have eyes, and avoided him one after another.

He looked up at the umbrella covering his head, and felt something warm wrapped in his heart.

02.

A young man in white clothes ran past the top of the hill. He had a smile on his face and his eyes were particularly bright.

"Brother." The boy in white waved his hand at the man in green not far away.

The man in Tsing Yi turned his head and took a look at the handsome young man, and then walked straight forward. The young man in white was regarded as air, and he was not annoyed.

"Senior Brother, Master said that I am about to form a pill!" The boy in white cheered happily, his voice was as melodious as a lark.

"kindness."

"Brother, I'm almost catching up with you!"

"kindness."

"Brother, if I form alchemy within a hundred years, would you promise me one thing?" asked the boy in white.

The man in Tsing Yi frowned slightly, and before he could speak, he heard a clear and pleasant bell.

'jingle--'

The string of bells trembled uncomfortably in the hands of the boy in white.

"If I form a pill for a hundred years, senior brother, can this bell be tied to your sword handle?"

The man in Tsing Yi glanced at the bell, and walked away without looking back.

No matter how the boy in white behind him shouted, he never looked back.

03.

Blood dripped down his cheeks, mixed with salty tears.

The clear eyes of the boy in white disappeared, replaced by two empty black holes, falling on his white face.

"Brother, where are you?" the white-clothed boy murmured, and slowly lowered his hands.

Blood was dripping everywhere around him, and an old man lay in the center of the pool of blood.

The old man's face was ferocious, his eyes were red, like a ghost in the underworld, his chest was still rising and falling slightly, and there were two round beads lying on his hand, black and white were distinct.

"Brother, are you there?" The boy in white asked tremblingly, "I can't see you."

"Brother, will you ignore me after I killed Master?" the boy in white asked self-consciously, as if there was a person standing in front of him.

In the empty hall, the boy's voice echoed.

The young man in white sat on the ground slumped, he pulled the corner of his mouth helplessly and said with a smile: "Brother, back then, Master picked me up to take me to sacrifice his magic weapon, right?"

"Senior Brother, it was obviously you who brought me back..." The boy in white said with a tear in his voice, and a line of blood and tears gushed out of his empty eye sockets.

"jingle--"

A crisp and pleasant bell sound brought back the sanity of the boy in white.

He heard someone laughing, and the familiar voice made him dazed for a moment, "Master is dead, and you have also fallen into a demon."

The boy in white instinctively stretched out his hands, but he couldn't grab anything.

"You're right, I brought you back."

"it's me……"

The white-clothed boy crawled in the direction of the voice in a daze.

A trail of blood snaked out behind the boy in white, which deeply hurt the eyes of the man in Tsing Yi. He watched the boy in white slowly crawling towards him. He lowered his head to look at the old man who was still dying, and asked softly: "Master , can I use you as a sacrificial sword too?"

Regardless of the frightened eyes of the old man, the blue sword was sent straight into the old man's chest.

"Brother?" The boy in white heard the movement, and shouted with his neck tilted for no reason.

The sound of the jingling bells was getting closer and closer, and the boy in white was hugged into his arms.

"Well, I'm here."

The boy in white smiled, "Brother, why are you crying?"

The man in Tsing Yi pursed his lips and remained silent. He suddenly recalled that year in the snow field, there was a child looking at him with watery eyes.

He picked him up.

Even knowing the reason why the old man wanted the child, he hugged him without hesitation.

"Brother, there is only one bell, don't lose it."

"it is good."

04.

The large pits in the mountains of Qinghai were filled with the water seeping from the surface, forming a lake. The rhododendrons were in full bloom by the lakeside, and the surface of the lake was reflected like a brocade, which is too beautiful to behold.

Someone was humming an unknown tune, admiring the beautiful scenery here. Then, he walked up to a piece of scorched earth, smiled, raised his hand and knocked on the scorched earth a few times, and saw that the scorched earth suddenly cracked, revealing The white and tender flesh underneath, the man naughty scratched it with his fingers.

The scratched object suddenly trembled, and after a while, the object buried under the scorched earth was completely exposed in front of the person.

"Are you here?" The man who had just been unearthed asked blankly.

"Hahahahaha..." Looking at the person in front of him, he finally couldn't help laughing, that bright red mouth almost grinned to the ear.

The person sitting on the ground ignored the laughing man leaning forward and backward, and just picked up the green sword lying beside him. The green sword had been broken into two pieces, and the hilt was empty. The bell disappeared without a trace.

"gone."

"where to?"

The laughter stopped, and the man held up an umbrella and hit him on the head. The tattered umbrella was pierced by the bright sun, making it hard to keep your eyes open.

"Your umbrella is really broken."

"Yes." The umbrella bearer admitted.

"Qinghai Manshan is mine."

"Ah."

"You really don't want it?"

The two looked at each other for a moment, and the umbrella bearer returned home victorious.

When he was leaving, he threw a piece of Tsing Yi to the person on the ground. Seeing the Tsing Yi man put on the clothes indiscriminately, the white and tender skin still appeared in his mind, and said softly: "You look so delicious."

Man in Tsing Yi: ...

"Your bell is gone, I'll give you another one?" After saying that, the umbrella bearer stretched out his hand and took it out of his Qiankun bag. After a while, a string of bells of different sizes and shapes popped up, holding them in his palm like offering treasures. Li, smiling at the man in Tsing Yi.

Those bells collided together, making a crisp sound of 'jingling dingling—'.

The face of the man in Tsing Yi was as black as coal when the umbrella bearer took out a lot of bells, "You told me that there is only one bell."

"That's right." The umbrella bearer said with a smile, "I only have that kind of bell."

The man in Tsing Yi sat up from the ground, fixed his eyes on the man holding the umbrella and said, "There is another ghost in this world, aren't you afraid?"

"Why are you afraid?" the umbrella holder asked in confusion.

The man in Tsing Yi was silent for a long time, and then he said with relief: "That's right, I never saw you afraid of anyone."

"Actually, there was." The umbrella holder pouted and muttered a few words, "At that time, my master was not dead yet, and after taking me in, he threw me to my senior brother. My senior brother has always been rude to me. Dan, I have never seen him smile. The time he laughed was when I killed Master, but later I found him crying, so since that day, I have been quite afraid of him. "

Man in Tsing Yi: ...

"Now I want to see him cry again, and I want to see him smile again, but he always keeps a straight face."

"You can't see it." The man in Tsing Yi said.

"I can, that little kid He Chunlin knows that I can see, why don't you know?" The umbrella holder put the umbrella on the ground, put his hands around the back of his head, and pulled it lightly. The thing covering his eyes was dirty. Xi's white cloth fell down, and the man in Tsing Yi saw two black holes staring straight at him.

"I can see you," said the umbrella bearer.

The man in Tsing Yi didn't speak, leaned over and covered the eyes of the man holding the umbrella with his hands, and hugged him into his arms with a cold expression.

"understood."

The voice of the man in Tsing Yi was still cold and clear, but the man holding the umbrella giggled in the man's arms after hearing this.

"Brother, you are crying."

"No."

"Brother, I can see."

"Oh."

"Brother, does it feel good to be struck by lightning?"

"Don't talk, shut up."

"Brother, you are so ruthless."

"Don't make me do it."

"Brother, you can't beat me."

The man in Tsing Yi chose to keep his mouth shut and no longer argue with the man holding the umbrella.

The silhouette of the two embracing was reflected on the lake, as if returning to that snowy day, a child was lying in the arms of the young man, and his big watery eyes were all reflected in his figure.