Raise birds when the forest grows

Pull on the table.

It wasn't until this time that Lin Wurong realized that Yuan Ya had a strong learning ability.

The first time he made the knife and fork even smoother than his movements.

On the contrary, there seems to be a problem with the direction of his own force, and it is a bit difficult to cut.

Lin Wurong likes to eat the steak after he cuts it. He lowered his head and stroked the steak vigorously.

Before he could make the third cut, a pair of knives and forks reached into his plate and helped him cut the steak into bite-sized pieces.

Familiar images kept flashing in his mind, and Lin Wurong was stunned, feeling his heart was in a panic.

It was as if something was about to rush out, but encountered a huge obstacle, and it was all stored in his chest, making him unable to breathe.

"I'm going to the bathroom."

Lin Wurong quickly pushed away the stool and walked towards the direction marked with the toilet sign.

Looking at his back, Yuan Ya frowned unconsciously.

"You can!" Seeing Lin Wurong walking away, Yong Yan lowered his voice and said with a smile, "I didn't open my orifice 700 years ago. I didn't expect to be reborn as an old mage. It's only a few days, and I have already met with my feeder." Good luck, Lord. From the looks of him, he should have taken your Chengxin pill, right? The bond is deep enough, no wonder Feng Jian said that when you sensed that he was in danger, you broke out early and made it very difficult. Danger……"

As soon as the words came to this point, Yuan Ya's face darkened.

Yong Yan was shocked by his reaction and dared not speak any more.

"To shut up."

Yuan Ya's tone was very cold, which made Yong Yan feel a little embarrassed.

If Lun is close to friends, he and Yuan Ya were much closer than Feng Jian back then.

Knowing that he turned into a human form again, Yong Yan was overjoyed.

It's just that I didn't expect that the first meeting after rebirth would have a tendency to break up unhappy.

Yuan Ya also realized that what she said was serious, and she frowned deeply and said, "I'm sorry to offend you. But don't say these words anymore. Lin Wurong doesn't know anything, and I don't want him to know."

Yong Yan was shocked, and the wisdom teeth inside could be seen clearly when he opened his mouth.

"He doesn't know? In other words, you haven't started dual cultivation with him yet?"

Yuan Ya didn't speak, and the two sharp eyes dimmed, like the surface of a lake covered with a thin layer of ice, the calm surface covered up all the undercurrents.

"You, I'm so mad!" Yong Yan gritted his teeth and said, "Chengxin Pill is the only accompanying product in the egg. The biggest effect is to enhance Bi Fang's combat effectiveness. It can only nourish the body of the owner. It’s not as good as a root of ginseng. If you just give him food but don’t cultivate, it’s a waste of money, do you understand?”

"I understand. But now the clothes I wear, the food I eat, and the house I live in all belong to Feng Jian, and only Chengxin Wan belongs to me."

Hearing the hidden emotions in Yuan Ya's words, compared with the feeling of hating iron but not steel just now, Yong Yan was so shocked that he was completely dumbfounded.

He subconsciously said, "Why do you have to be so clear with Feng Jian? Aren't you..."

Before he could finish speaking, Yong Yan was kicked, and the unspoken words stuck in his throat.

Lin Wurong walked back to his seat, and as soon as he sat down, Yuan Ya said, "Why is it taking so long? The steak is cold."

Lin Wurong hummed lightly, and began to eat.

No one spoke for ten minutes, each silently cleaning the food in front of them.

Lin Wurong thought it was their habit, so he didn't take it to heart.

The meal was a bit boring, and at the end of the meal, Yong Yan exchanged contact information with Lin Wurong, facing Yuan Ya's eyes that were about to kill someone.

Passing by a large supermarket on the way home, Lin Wurong decided to go in and get some food.

He was worried that Yuan Ya would still make dinner reservations for him tonight.

After coming out of the restaurant, Yuan Ya never spoke again.

Pushing the shopping cart, he silently followed Lin Wurong, and silently picked up two big bags after checking out.

Lin Wurong could see that he was in a different mood, but he didn't know why, and just walked home without saying a word.

When he came to the gate of the community, Lin Wurong glanced casually, and found a familiar figure walking from the other side of the road.

He stopped in disbelief, watching the figure get closer and closer, and the face became clearer and clearer.

The visitor obviously also saw Lin Wurong, trotted over, and gave him a gentle smile.

"I'm back, A Rong."

34 two parallel lines

The corridor is not wide enough to accommodate two big men walking side by side.

When the three of them went upstairs, there were slight footsteps, each with their own rhythm.

The chaotic thumping sounds fell into his ears, causing Lin Wurong to feel uneasy, which in turn gave rise to an endless sense of exhaustion.

Just now when they met outside, Lin Wurong was ecstatic.

If he hadn't been concerned about the crowds on the street, he really wanted to hug Feng Jian directly to comfort the pain of lovesickness in the past few days.

But after calming down, Yuan Ya still had the face that others owed him 300 million. Even Feng Jian greeted him as if he didn't see him, but looked at himself with a very cold look, and walked away.

Lin Wurong was sure that Feng Jian also saw Yuan Ya's eyes, because his smile froze for a moment.

Although he passed away soon, most of Lin Wurong's thoughts were on him, so he was sure that he was right.

Yuan Ya was the first to go upstairs with the food purchased from the supermarket.

When he passed the door of Lin Wurong's house, he put the plastic bag on the ground at the door and continued walking up without delay.

Lin Wurong walked in the middle, watching his figure get higher and higher, and finally disappeared.

Feng Jian walked last, his eyes slid past the bag at the door, and he planned to go upstairs as well.

Lin Wurong stretched out his hand to grab his arm, his hand was stronger, and Feng Jian's body shook.

Before he could speak, Feng Jian patted his head and said softly, "I'll go home and pack my luggage, and I'll be here right away."

Lin Wurong let go of his hand reluctantly, watched him go upstairs, then opened the door of the house, and brought back two bags along the way.

Sure enough, Feng Jian went downstairs very quickly.

As soon as he entered, Lin Wurong took the initiative to hug him and kiss him.

The nose and mouth were filled with the smell of Feng Jian, and Lin Wurong's eyes turned red instantly.

The days without Feng Jian seemed like another world, a world that frightened him away.

Feng Jian responded gently to Lin Wurong's urgency, but let go of his embrace after realizing something was wrong.

"Why is my body trembling so badly? Is it sick?"

Feng Jian touched his forehead worriedly, but found no signs of fever.

"I miss you very much. I'm so happy to see you back, I can't control it." Lin Wurong took his hand, put it on his waist, and pressed it tightly to his chest, leaning against his neck.

Feng Jian smiled lowly, and whispered in his ear: "I miss you too. So I hurriedly finished the work and changed the ticket. I really want to put you in my pocket and take you with me wherever I go."

Hearing the familiar voice speaking affectionate words, Lin Wurong grasped the clothes behind him little by little, desperately enjoying Feng Jian's body temperature, not wanting to miss a second.

Feng Jian stroked his back slowly, but there was a slight frown between his brows.

Although the hug is still warm and intimate, I always feel that the person in my arms is slightly different.

There have been long business trips before, but Lin Wurong never showed nervousness.

Why is this happening this time?

The tense limbs really conveyed the anxiety in his heart, and it seemed that even his own comfort could not make him relax.

The two cuddled together for 10 minutes before Lin Wurong raised his head.

Seeing Feng Jian's eyes fixed on one place, Lin Wurong subconsciously looked over.

After discovering what attracted Feng Jian's attention, Lin Wurong's heart beat violently.

Feng Jian lowered his head slightly, with a forced smile, "Are those two clothes Yuan Ya's?"

His expression and question turned into a hammer, hitting Lin Wurong's heart heavily.

He was so panicked that his palms were sweating, and he hurriedly explained: "The clothes are indeed his, but there is a reason. I went upstairs to get things yesterday and saw him pile up all the changed clothes on the sofa. It was too dirty." .I was afraid that you would feel uncomfortable when you came back, so today...um!"

Because he spoke too fast, Lin Wurong accidentally bit his own tongue. The force was still strong, and his mouth was filled with the smell of blood.

He was already suppressing his emotions, but after being shocked by the excruciating pain, tears flowed out instantly.

Feng Jian didn't expect such an accident to happen, he took a breath and hurriedly pulled his hand covering his mouth, and asked anxiously, "Did you bite the meat? Let me see."

Lin Wurong endured the pain and opened his mouth.

Blood mixed with saliva filled the mouth, and the wound was partially covered, but it could still be seen that the injury was not serious, and a large piece of flesh was raised.

Feng Jian dragged him into the toilet to rinse his mouth, and took out ice cubes from the refrigerator for him to suck.

It took a full 10 minutes for the spit out blood to gradually turn pale pink.

Feng Jian wrapped his arms around his waist, his face full of heartache and reluctance, "Fool, why are you in such a hurry? No matter what you have to say, I will patiently listen to it. No matter what happens in the future, you must speak slowly, understand?"

Lin Wurong nodded, thinking that he hadn't finished explaining just now, and was eager to speak again.

Unexpectedly, Feng Jian kissed him immediately.

Maybe because of the wound, Feng Jian didn't open his teeth, but just sucked gently on his lips a few times.

After finishing the comforting light kiss, Feng Jian said first: "I roughly understand what you mean. Don't think about it, I am not unhappy, but thank you for taking care of Yuan Ya for me. I have been isolated from the world for hundreds of years. In [-], Yuan Ya is actually a child who has not grown up, and there are many places that need to be taken care of by others, which is also my responsibility. Thank you for taking the initiative to share my worries."

The tears shed unconsciously because of the pain have long since dried up.

But Lin Wurong still felt that his eyes were so hot that he was suffocating.

Yes, what are you in a hurry for?

Feng Jian said that he would be with him for the rest of his life, and he would never break his promise.

Lin Wurong sucked his nose hard, held back the sour feeling, and hummed lightly.

Feng Jian sighed softly, kissed his forehead, and said, "You rest for a while, I'll make dinner."

"Bao... yo. Yiga Huijia, you're so happy."

Lin Wurong stuttered, but fortunately Feng Jian understood.

"It's okay, I'm not tired. I will do what I promised you. And you bought so many delicious things, it would be a pity if you didn't make them and taste them."

Resolutely refusing Lin Wurong to help in the kitchen, Feng Jian got busy alone.

Lin Wurong walked into the balcony, touched the two clothes, folded them carefully, and put them on the sofa.

It was getting dark, and Feng Jian prepared five dishes and one soup.

Looking at the amount of food on the plate, Lin Wurong always felt that something was wrong.

Sure enough, Feng Jian hesitated and said, "If you don't mind, I want Yuan Ya to come down for dinner together."

Lin Wurong subconsciously wanted to refuse, but seeing Feng Jian's expectant eyes, he nodded unconsciously.

"Wait." Seeing that Feng Jian was about to go upstairs, Lin Wurong stopped him and put two clean clothes into his hands.

Feng Jian went upstairs with his clothes and brought Yuan Ya down after a while.

Feng Jian went into the kitchen to prepare food, and Lin Wurong said something insignificant.

Yuan Ya immediately asked after hearing it: "What's wrong with your mouth? Let me see."

While speaking, his hand automatically extended to Lin Wurong's face.

Lin Wurong hurriedly covered his mouth and leaned back, Yuan Ya's hand was naturally empty.

Feng Jian came out with his job bowl in hand, and happened to see this scene.

He pursed his lips, put the rice bowl into his hands that were frozen in the air, and said lightly, "Let's eat."

35 out of time

Facing a table of delicious dishes, Lin Wurong couldn't help eating them.

After only eating half a bowl of rice, he put down his chopsticks.

"Is it still hurting?" Feng Jian asked.

Lin Wurong shook his head, "The food is a bit bland, I can't eat it."

Feng Jian smiled and comforted, "I made it light on purpose, it's too salty to irritate the wound, bear with it for two days."

Lin Wurong knew what he said was reasonable, so he had no choice but to sigh.

But he is usually used to heavy mouth, and light dishes are really not to his appetite, so he filled some soup and put it in a bowl to cool down slowly.

When the two were talking, Yuan Ya on the side looked at the food in front of him without squinting, and ate it on his own, as if he was the only one at the dinner table.

When the other two were about to finish eating, Feng Jian's cell phone rang suddenly.

After hearing what the other party said, he said in a flustered tone, "Why is this happening? Don't leave, I'll come right over."

Lin Wurong kept watching him on the phone, seeing him hang up, he hurriedly asked, "Is something wrong?"

Feng Jian glanced at Yuan Ya, who was still indifferent, and said hastily, "A respected elder in the clan suddenly became critically ill. I want to go see..."

The sound of "bang" startled the two people who were talking.

The rice bowl that was originally held in Yuan Ya's hand suddenly fell on the table, and the food inside spilled half of the table.

Yuan Ya stared at Feng Jian with wide eyes, and asked in a deep voice, "Who do you think is critically ill?"

Feng Jian hesitated for a second and said, "Elder Shan."

Hearing this name, Yuan Ya was stunned for two seconds, then she stood up suddenly and walked to Feng Jian's side, grabbed Feng Jian's collar, and said angrily, "You are talking nonsense! Elder Shan has always been in good health, how could he be like this suddenly?"

Feng Jian glanced at Yuan Ya's hand, pulled back his clothes forcefully, and said in a cold tone: "Is it nonsense, you will find out after I go and see."

"Okay, I'll go with you."

Seeing Yuan Ya's rude behavior, Lin Wurong planned to step forward to stop it.

As soon as he went around the table and rushed to the two of them, Feng Jian solved the problem by himself.

Hearing Yuan Ya's words, Lin Wurong thought that this brief conflict should be considered as a temporary end, so he couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief.

The situation was urgent, and Feng Jian didn't care what Yuan Ya would think. He pulled Lin Wurong aside to take care of him carefully and said, "I don't know how long it will take to go out this time. Be careful yourself, especially the wound in your mouth. Don't eat it." Things that are too hot and have a strong taste. I may not be able to answer the phone, but I will check my phone regularly. Send me a WeChat message if you need something. Remember?"

From Feng Jian's anxious eyes, Lin Wurong realized that Elder Shan should be a very important person.

Of course, I can't hold back at this moment.

"Don't worry, I'll take care of myself. Go ahead."

The two hurried out the door and watched them get into the car and set off from the kitchen window. Lin Wurong stared at the shining taillights for a long time.

It wasn't until there was no more glimmer of light that he returned to the living room.

Looking at the unfinished food on the table, Lin Wurong felt a little lonely.

Feng Jian left again less than four hours after returning home.

It's as if it never appeared.

I haven't had time to tell him how much I miss him, and I haven't had time to tell him my strange anxiety.

I want to say some words but I don’t know how to say them. I hold them in my stomach, and they gradually ferment into wine. I get drunk and lose my mind...

Forget it, let's look for another chance next time, isn't there still a long life?

Lin Wurong laughed at himself, raised his spirits and began to pack his things.

Sure enough, things went as Feng Jian predicted, he and Yuan Ya didn't come back for three consecutive days.

Afraid of disturbing the business, Lin Wurong only communicated with Feng Jian on WeChat every day.

Fortunately, Feng Jian would answer every time he left a message, and the longest interval was only half an hour, which made Lin Wurong feel at ease.

The place he was bitten by himself healed very quickly, Lin Wurong took a picture of presenting a treasure and sent it to Feng Jian, which attracted a series of smiling faces from the other party.

Although Feng Jian never mentioned any news about Elder Shan, judging from his continuous stay, it should not be a good thing.

Lin Wurong knew that he couldn't help anything, so he could only use his childish behavior to make the other party smile.

On the fifth day, Lin Wurong finally received a call from Feng Jian.

Feng Jian's voice was full of exhaustion, and the more Lin Wurong listened, the more distressed he became, and the more he listened, the more disappointed he became.

Feng Jian told Lin Wurong two things on the phone.

Elder Shan left.

He is one of the only two remaining elders in the Bifang clan. He has a transcendent status. After his death, he is eligible to enter the holy court and be buried with the ancestors.

The holy court of the Bifang clan is located in the vast snow-capped mountains in the north, and only Feng Jian knows the exact location and the method to open the seal.

When he made the call, he had arrived at the last location where he could receive the signal of the mobile phone, and he went into the mountain immediately after the call.

So for the next ten days, the two could no longer keep in touch.

Yuan Ya went home.

Elder Shan's death dealt a great blow to him.

Feng Jian couldn't tell the reason, but he was sure that Yuan Ya's mood was extremely unstable, as if she was about to collapse.

He really didn't have the extra energy to take care of him, so he had to go upstairs to have a look from time to time when he asked Lin Wurong.

If there is any accident, you can consult with Yong Yan.

Besides him, Yong Yan is the person who knows Yuan Ya best.

Lin Wurong fully agreed on the phone, and Feng Jian was greatly relieved when he heard it, thanked him repeatedly and hung up the phone.

Going downstairs after get off work, Lin Wurong subconsciously raised his head.

The windows of Feng Jian's house were dark, and it was unknown if Yuan Ya was at home.

He found the key from his home, went upstairs and opened the door of Feng Jian's house.

The room was dark but quiet, and Lin Wurong turned on the ceiling light.