Fire and theft prevention

Although Huo Wei originally wanted to let Mu Qingjia go to drink the northwest wind, but thinking about the inconvenience in case of a cold and stiff neck, he had to pick up the drunk and find an inn to rest.

Fortunately, Tianhai Yise Pavilion has all kinds of food and lodging, he met with the shopkeeper, and after a short inquiry, he got the key to the Tianzihao room.

The shopkeeper yawned several times, his eyelids were clenched, and he was so sleepy that he couldn't even speak coherently.

At this time, it has just arrived at Shen Shi, and it is far from the time to go to bed at night.Huo Wei scanned the courtyard with his eyes, only to find that most of the diners were drunk and collapsed on the ground in disorder, and Xiao Er leaned on the porch pillar to take a nap, and the wind was exceptionally quiet.

The scent of yao grass in the air is getting stronger and stronger.

Huo Wei frowned slightly.

"Smelly Butterfly, hiccup, let's have another vat..." the person on the shoulder was still talking wildly after drinking.

In this position, Huo Wei's shoulders were right against Mu Qingjia's stomach. He still felt uncomfortable when he fell asleep, so he stretched out his hand to slap Huo Wei's buttocks.

The crisp sound lingered endlessly, Huo Wei was so angry that his forehead stood on end, he gritted his teeth, and hit Mu Qingjia's buttocks three times in a row like a child, "slap, slap, slap" before his anger subsided.

The heart fire was extinguished, but there was a soft and elastic touch in the hands, and the fever was on the face again.

Huo Wei hesitated for a moment, then put Mu Qingjia down, supported his buttocks with one hand, and wrapped his upper body with the other, and then took him to find a guest room in an unsightly posture.

Mu Qingjia finally felt comfortable and fell into a deep sleep.

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dark.

There's still darkness at the end of the darkness.

He seemed to be cut off from the world, imprisoned alone in the emptiness of nothingness, without knowing life, death, or the passage of time.

"Chi - Chi -".

The sound of something scratching keeps repeating, over and over again, monotonous.

He lay still.

It's like when you first became conscious, you were clearly awake, but you couldn't respond to the outside world.

"Qing Jia."

A deep, hoarse voice appeared.

——Is my name Qing Jia?he thinks.

"Mu Qingjia. Are you there?"

--I am here.Who are you?

The other party's voice was very familiar, as if it was part of his life.But Mu Qingjia felt pain all over his body when he thought about it for a while, and could only let his soul float in the chaos.

No, it can't be called "ups and downs", because now he seems to be in the eternal night, surrounded by abyss, he clings to a star like a driftwood, so as to avoid being swallowed by darkness.

Fortunately, that starlight also accepted him.

He floats in chaos, waking and sleeping.Sleep more and wake up less.

"嗤——" "嗤——" The scratching sound became louder and louder, Mu Qingjia only now slowly realized that it was probably the sound of a sword cutting wood.

Why he knew, probably because he used to do it often.

The scraping sound was irregular, sometimes tight and sometimes sparse, sometimes light and sometimes heavy, just like the mood of its owner, it was ups and downs.

As the wind and waves gradually rise, Lie Yan's horseshoes run over Jing Jing, making loud noises, and everything that passes by is like wind and clouds.

The last bit of patience was torn apart, and the failed experiment was crunched into sawdust in his hands.

"No. This is not Qing Jia. No!"

The man's roar exploded beside Mu Qingjia, and he woke up from the chaos with a jolt.

The man who gave him his name was like a manic beast, furiously tearing apart everything he could touch, even the man himself.

Mu Qingjia was nervous for a long time, but finally survived.After being afraid, I feel distressed for no reason.

For the first time besides the desire to survive, he had other desires - he wanted to hold the man in his arms.

Then tell him: "Don't worry, don't be afraid. I'm here."

The tiny wish failed to come true. After the mania, the man gradually calmed down and returned to his usual self.

"Wrong." He said without emotion, "Three thousand five twenty seven."

The number of times he failed.

The river of time is rolling, and the numbers accumulate forever, as if there is no end.

After this tribulation, Mu Qingjia was not willing to fall asleep unconsciously.Therefore, he also slowly learned that men don't often lose their temper, and most of the time, he is very quiet.

It is better to say that he is so reticent to the point of silence.

"Chi -", "Chi -".

The scratching sound repeats itself over and over again, monotonously.

Mu Qingjia wanted to listen to him more, otherwise, he always felt that one of the two would disappear.

But when he really heard the other person talking, he felt sore again.

Outside the cave, the torrential rain crazily bombarded the ground, beating the rocks and stirring up choking dust.

Amidst the roar of the rainstorm, the man panted in pain. The world was so noisy and noisy, but Mu Qingjia could hear the sound of that man's nails piercing his flesh.

"pain."

His forehead hit the stone wall, but it couldn't relieve the pain in his flesh.

The shortcut to power is fraught with painful costs, and he will suffer the consequences in the end.If one wanted to end the torture, there was no other way but to goug out this whole body.

But not yet.

The sword is not yet sheathed.

The spell on the skin shone bright red, illuminating a piece of wood deep in the cave.He couldn't wait, and staggered to the side of the broken log, but when he got close, he froze his hand and dared not touch it.

He didn't want to burn him.

So the man fell slowly, curled up into a ball, just a foot away from the broken log.

"It hurts, it hurts, it hurts...I hurt so much." He murmured, "It hurts so much, brother."

Before the tears flowed out of the eye sockets, they were steamed into transparent air and disappeared without a trace.

He is begging for help.

Mu Qingjia really wanted to respond to him, but couldn't.

He wanted frantically, wanted to see why he was in pain, wanted to move, wanted to talk, wanted to hold him and bear his pain, but couldn't.

The star light gradually dimmed, and the meager energy supporting Mu Qingjia's consciousness was exhausted, and he sank into the chaos again.

"I miss you so much, Senior Brother." The man's voice faded away.

--I miss you, too.

——If I can wake up again, I must say these words and stay by your side.

Mu Qingjia knew that she was living in a piece of wood.

Or, in Bu Chen's mouth, "a piece of very precious soul-returning wood".

If you get this wood, you can easily attach your soul to it after carving. The soul is no longer limited to [-]% of the power of the body, and it is no longer limited to the time limit of the spirit.

With the same soul and body as before, he is no longer a fake, but the real Mu Qingjia.

This is the ultimate of spirit possession, "resurrection".

But the requirements for resurrection are not limited to the texture of the soul-returning wood. The craftsman also needs to carve the object to be absolutely similar, whether it is specific details, such as hair, or abstract spirit, such as the character.

Until they are absolutely similar, and then meet many harsh conditions, the soul can fit perfectly with it.

As a result, he deceived the way of heaven and was reborn.

Mu Qingjia didn't know until now why Huo Wei was so blind that he couldn't recognize anyone, but he could recognize himself at a glance.

Because all of him was born out of his trillions of failures, and in the pain that is engraved in his heart.

Unable to discern the eyebrows, unable to carve the shape, I tried again and again with the nearby wood, and failed again and again, until the finally traced face matched the memory of him.

In the end, after countless practice sessions to make sure everything was safe, he copied it to the soul-returning wood where he was inhabited.

This is how Mu Qingjia's body is now.

Mu Qingjia spent his whole life enjoying the world, smiling at the storm and thunder, but at this moment he didn't want to open his eyes and face his junior.

In the darkness, he concentrated on savoring the colic from his soul, as if only by punishing himself in this way could he feel the pain of the other party in a trillionth.

However, there is a flame, which is always by my side, just like in my memory, grasping the measure, neither hot nor cold.

The human-shaped stove approached cautiously, trying to sniff him.

So Mu Qingjia hugged him and jumped over the barrier called "property".

"I haven't spoken since I'm awake." The man on the body said angrily, "Is it fun to lie to me?"

Mu Qingjia was silent.

His whole body was attached to the stove, being burned and boiled.The raging fire smashed all the rules, pierced his bodyless wooden body, and burned into the depths of his soul.

Huo Wei's body temperature was the only temperature he could feel.

That was the body he had wanted to touch for 300 million days and nights, but now that he could get what he wanted, the burning pain was nothing.

"What did you do all of a sudden?!"

Huo Wei was taken aback by his abnormality, and struggled in panic.

Mu Qingjia tightened her arms, buried herself in his arms, and said, "I want to hug you."

The man in black stood stiffly on the spot, the restless flame rushed to his cheeks, burning a wave of heat.

"It will burn you." He scolded first.

Then he compromised again: "That's all. Just this time."

Huo Wei hugged him back slowly and cherishingly.

Mu Qingjia's chin rested on his shoulder, her soft long hair brushed against her ears, and her soft breath rested on her neck. Her whole body was soft, as if if hugged too tightly, it would melt softly.

"Why are you hugging me?" he asked.

Mu Qingjia chuckled lightly and said, "It's probably like moths to a flame."

Afraid of the scorching heat, but yearning for the light, he was fascinated by the fatal temptation, and finally, desperately, dedicated himself in the flames and became the fuel of the light.

"Stupid words." Huo Wei laughed and snorted, "I am the moth."

Flying and burning itself until it turns into ashes.

There was a wet and cool touch on the shoulder.

Huo Wei was surprised, he wanted to break away from the hug to see Mu Qingjia's expression, but was tightly locked by the other party and would not let go.

So he asked, "Why are you crying?"

The man nestled on his shoulder replied flatly: "I had a dream. I dreamed that... the moth fulfilled his wish."

Holden sighed secretly.

"No matter how hard the journey is, he finally fulfilled his wish." He whispered around him, "That's good. You don't need to pity him."

Mu Qingjia broke away from the hug, then held Huo Wei's face seriously, opened his unfocused eyes, and made him look directly at her.

"Junior brother, is there something wrong with your body?" He focused.

"It's much more normal than you." Huo Wei flicked his wooden arm, making a "boom" sound of wood bumping.

"Don't change the subject." Mu Qingjia covered her arms, and then persuaded: "Awei, don't hide it from senior brother."

Huo Wei didn't want to say any more.He got up and shook his clothes, standing three feet away from Mu Qingjia, the intimacy just disappeared, and all the gentleness was fed to the dog.

"Have enough sleep." He said quickly, "We'll set off tonight."

Mu Qingjia asked: "You keep yelling to go back, what are you rushing to do?"

"Take back something that belongs to me." Huo Wei said bluntly, "But it's not just that. This place gives me an ominous feeling, and it's not suitable to stay for a long time."

Huo Wei answered him, but it didn't make much difference if he didn't say anything, Mu Qingjia still didn't know anything.As soon as he showed a curious and eager attitude, Huo Wei glared at him.

"Warning you, don't meddle in your own business." He said fiercely.

"Okay, okay." Mu Qingjia spread her hands.

He only felt that he was being kept in the dark by his junior brother, and his chest was stuffy and swollen, but he couldn't really get angry with him.

After all, no matter how close the younger brother is to him, he is still an independent person, and he has his own secrets. He doesn't want to tell himself, there must be his reasons.

"Here."

When Mu Qingjia was persuading himself to adjust his mood, Huo Wei's voice suddenly came.

"what is this?"

Mu Qingjia took the thin stick with the thin slices on it and asked.

"Sugar man."

Then Huo Wei added, "I picked it up when I came back."

"Well," Mu Qingjia said strangely, "it's quite filial."

Huo Wei's forehead twitched, but he still resisted the urge to beat his brother violently, and continued: "The sugar man drew you."

"Me?" Mu Qingjia was surprised.

This translucent thin sugar piece can only be seen as an outline, with a pair of hairy ears vaguely on the head, and a hairy tail protruding from the back of the buttocks.

It doesn't look like a human being, but an animal.

"Like it?" Huo Wei said calmly.

Mu Qingjia hesitated.

Ever since he accidentally mocked Huo Wei's cooking skills last time, he has always regretted it, and warned himself to be cautious when evaluating his junior, and he must not dampen his self-confidence.

What if this candy figurine was made by the younger brother himself, what if the younger brother is asking for praise?

So, he tried hard to make himself look less against his will, and said with a hypocritical smile: "Like. It's too similar. It's just another me."

"Ah."

Huo Wei laughed out loud, the sound was low and hoarse, which made Mu Qingjia's heart flutter like a moth.

He thought to himself: now the younger brother laughs a lot, but the meaning of this smile, no matter how you hear it, it has bad intentions?

"Let's eat." Huo Wei's voice was full of trickery.

Mu Qingjia dubiously licked the sugar man's ear, and narrowed his eyes contentedly.

At least the taste is good, it is maltose in the world, sweet.

Mu Qingjia licked the sugar figurine, suddenly remembered something, and said, "By the way, where is the person who drank at the same table as me?"

It's good not to mention it, but when Huo Wei is mentioned, he explodes: "You still have the face to say it?!"

Outside the window at dusk, a pair of swallows perched on the eaves were startled by the roar, and they both fell to the ground.

The author has something to say:

OOC Small Theater:

Huo Wei (crash): As a prosopagnosia patient, the most difficult thing in my life is to sculpt a human face.Mu Qingjia, why do you have to look so complicated?Is it difficult to have two pea eyes, two nostrils and one slit?

Is it difficult to grow up like the cover of the stupid author Jiansan Tongrenwen?

Mu Qingjia: How can I blame this QAQ!Obviously the stupid author made an appointment for our beauty...