After death with the master

The two stood by the river for a long time, and it was a bit cool when the night wind blew.

The girl not far from them rubbed her arms, and heard the man beside her take off his coat and put it on her.

The weather is fine today, with moonlight at night, coupled with the lights on the river, it is really a beautiful day.

Ning Sui looked down at this small river, but still hesitated under Zhou He's gentle gaze.

But he obviously had no expression on his face, but Zhou He chuckled softly: "Forget it."

"That's fine too," he said.

Ning Sui didn't speak, Zhou He stood up slowly grabbing his hand, then patted his robe lightly: "Left and right took you to put the river lanterns, wishes...you don't need a river god."

Zhou He gently rubbed his head, and when it aroused his physiological subconscious tension, he let it go first: "It is enough to have me here."

Ning Sui didn't dare to raise his eyes.

He didn't know what kind of emotion he was in right now, but he seemed to be fished out of the glacier, and he seemed to be baked on the thousands of lights.

But he knew that what Zhou He said was true.

From childhood to adulthood, Zhou He has never had any sharp confrontation with him except for confronting him on issues of principle.

No matter what things are indulged, I also learned a lot for him.

Even the name...

Ning Sui never thought that he would use this name when he was in Lihuayuan.

This is the name he gave him, a name Ning Sui casually mentioned.

In his eyes, what kind of existence is he?

Ning Sui couldn't figure it out.

Can the master-student relationship in his eyes really be so deep?

After Ning Sui and Zhou He finished setting off the river lanterns, they went to the Fulai Inn to look for Widow Chen.

Then they saw Widow Chen clutching a notice in his hand, and Ning Sui just glanced at it without any interest or curiosity.

Widow Chen hasn't asked for a room yet, mainly because he's not sure whether Ning Sui and Zhou He need to sleep in two rooms in the current situation, and he wonders if they can ask for a room if they don't need them.

He doesn't mind the two gods leaning against the window to watch him sleep, as long as he can keep his little coffers, he is willing to sleep under his bed.

Zhou He glanced more: "What are you?"

Chen Widow scratched his head: "I saw that there was a reward on the bulletin board, so I took it off and took it."

Zhou He raised his eyebrows, he didn't need to ask more questions, Widow Chen explained first: "It is said that several young masters in the city have been bewitched by evil spirits recently, and they suddenly clamored to be the No. Ji Shu, these people jointly offered 500 taels of silver to invite strange people and strangers to take a look."

Chen Widow paused, rubbing his fingers: "500 taels, with these 500 taels, we will have the travel expenses to go to Wugui Mountain."

Before departure, Chen Widow asked the two gods. The gods and Buddhas don't know the suffering in the world, and they don't have any silver on them.

Zhou He didn't care that he took the job, but the point is——

"Yuezhou is one of the four □□zhous of the Ning Dynasty." Zhou He smiled politely: "There is Taoism here."

Widow Chen: "..."

He put away his smug face and drooped his head: "Yes, I must have seen Xuanmen, and the reward is still hanging, which means it's not evil spirits, it's just that these young masters suddenly want to take the No. .”

Ning Sui listened to the two of them talking, and answered coldly: "At the end of August, autumn is over."

Leaving aside the fact that Qiu Wei is a rural exam, let's just say that the exam ended last month. What is Qin Qin doing when he suddenly comes here?

Chen Widow, who never cared about imperial examinations, was stunned.

The inhuman Zhou He twirled his fingers and let out a "huh".

Ning Sui withdrew his gaze, and continued to lean against the pillar beside him without speaking.

Zhou He took the paper out of Widow Chen's hand and went through it carefully, then looked at Ning Sui: "Want to go and have a look?"

As soon as he said this, Chen Widow showed a "Brother He, you are crazy" expression.

Look at Brother Ning's world-weary face that no one loves, where is there any expression of wanting to go and see?

The words just now clearly show your disdain and impatience towards them, okay? !

However, Ning Sui raised his chin slightly and nodded very calmly.

Widow Chen: "..."

Ok.

Threesome must have me redundant.

"That," Chen Widow said cautiously, "Both brothers, are you going now?"

Ning Sui didn't look at him at all, but Zhou He asked sincerely, "Do you know what time it is?"

Any later than curfew.

Although the curfew is not valid for Xuanshi, after all most Xuanshi operate at night, but they can't disturb others, right?

Chen Widow shrank her neck: "Then let's ask for a room."

He paused: "...how many rooms?"

Zhou He looked at Ning Sui.

Ning Sui noticed his gaze, and looked at him from the air, still so cold and calm, his eyes seemed to be unfocused.

He didn't say it, but Zhou He understood that Ning Sui didn't care.

The children on the left and right love the soft bed next to the window sill, and they can sit there for a lifetime.

This is how Ning Sui urinates.

I always like to find a place to sit, stare at a certain place without moving, and I can sit for most of the day.

Those who didn't know thought that he was thinking about some profound questions when he was young and old, but he was really just in a daze.

He doesn't have any hobbies, and when it's time for a necessary rest after practicing hagana, he just sits still.

Slowly this formed his habits and habits.

So Zhou He was very unmannered: "Two rooms."

He smiled so calmly and calmly: "I'll share a room with you Brother Ning."

Originally, Widow Chen didn't think there was anything wrong at first, but he also thought that maybe even if it wasn't for the three of them, it would be nice to let Ning Sui and Zhou He live together, and it would save money.

But, Zhou He said that on purpose, and Widow Chen sensed that something was wrong.

But what exactly was wrong, he couldn't say.

So Chen Widow could only scratch his head and silently go to the counter to be a conscientious little follower.

When he came back with the house card, he gave the bigger room to Zhou He: "Brother He, I'm next door, so remember to call me if you take action."

He was a little embarrassed: "Although I am useless, I still work very hard."

Zhou He nodded to express his understanding.

It's late at night, and there are still arrangements tomorrow, and the sooner you settle the matter here, you can leave earlier. The three of them stopped talking and turned to go upstairs.

After entering the room, Ning Sui sat on the ottoman, opened the window, put his arms on the window sill, and continued with his daily life.

Zhou He didn't say anything, just turned the table, and after confirming that there was no ashes, he sat down slowly and poured a cup of tea that Xiao Er had just added: "I'm going to bed today?"

Ning Sui looked at him.

Zhou He spread his hands: "It's true that you don't need to sleep, but anyway, there is nothing to do, so it's good to try to sleep. Now that you are standing here properly, let's experience life."

Ning Sui, who still couldn't understand, looked away and didn't make a sound.

Zhou He didn't care, he just drank the tea in his hand. The inn he chose was also in a remote place, but it didn't even have a plaque like the inn where Ning Sui and the others stayed in Tanzhou.

Fulai Inn is good and cheap, and the tea can barely satisfy Zhou He.

Zhou He didn't put the cup back, but just said casually: "This tea is okay."

Then he gathered his robe, cast a purification spell, and walked up to Ning Sui.

Ning Sui raised his eyes, but before his gaze caught his face, Zhou He suddenly raised his head and twirled the overly long hair on his forehead that fell to the center of his eyebrows and the bridge of his nose.

It happened that his fingertips lightly brushed between his brows, it was only a moment, but the overly hot temperature still flowed all the way into his heart, burning him to pieces.

But soon Zhou He's hand left his sight.

Ning Sui collected his thoughts, tried not to think about the beautiful, slightly callused hand that stopped slightly, and only looked at Zhou He.

Zhou He smiled, and showed him his hand, only to see a very small sweet-scented osmanthus flower lying in the palm of his hand, perhaps it fell on Ning Sui's head somewhere.

Ning Sui didn't speak, Zhou He said, "Good night."

He patted Ning Sui's head, just like the actions and words Zhou He gave him after he mistakenly thought that Ning Sui was afraid of ghosts in Wugui Mountain.

But Zhou He later knew that he was not afraid.

So now what is this?

Before Ning Sui had time to figure out why, Zhou He turned off the light and lay down on the bed that was a little far away from him.

Ning Sui looked at it for a while, then frowned suddenly.

He seemed to... his eyes had returned to when he was just resurrected.

Seeing normal things is a little unclear again.

It wasn't because of the dark room, he was indeed a little blurry.

Ning Sui didn't think much, just looked away and looked outside.

He couldn't see clearly either, it was the same everywhere.

Anyway...he could hear it.

Not Zhou He's breathing, nor his heartbeat.

He just could hear Zhou He.

Knowing clearly that he is within reach of his lifter.

But Ning Sui didn't know.

The gentle man he thought he should be lying on the bed and falling asleep at this time was lying on the bed with a wooden pillow and looking at him.

The eyes were indeed gentle.

With endless love and lingering.

But in this peace, there was a chill for no reason.

His dark eyes are hidden in the darkness, so no one knows where his gaze falls.

Those are places that are too private even among relatives——

Ning Sui's protruding Adam's apple.

Ning Sui's thin and white lips.

Ning Sui cast shadowy eyelashes under the moonlight.

He just stared at it without any change in expression.

Only occasionally his eyes slipped to his hands supporting his face.

Ning Sui's left hand didn't have too many scars, it was very beautiful.

Also very thin, a little too thin.

Ning Suijing sat quietly for most of the night, not knowing that someone had used some tricks to watch him for most of the night.

It seems to make up for the gap of more than 200 years.

He just glanced at Zhou He in silence.

Zhou He didn't move, he knew Ning Sui wouldn't find out.

Ning Sui paused for a long time, then suddenly moved.

He stood up and walked to the tea table, his eyes fell on Zhou He's teacup that hadn't been put away yet.

Zhou He hooked the corner of his mouth, and saw Ning Sui pick up the teacup and sniff it.

Then Ning Sui put down the teacup and sat back on the soft table, and even lifted up his right sleeve to look at his hands.

His right hand is full of threads, which are intertwined in a mess, unlike other Yanshi who are neatly wrapped around the base of the fingers.

It is precisely because of this that Ning Sui dare not take his hand away from Zhou He's every time.

He was afraid of scratching him, his thread was not ordinary Yanshi's cotton thread.

Ning Sui raised his left hand and pressed his fingertips on the lifting wire.

He paused for a moment, after all, he still didn't tidy up the messy lines in his hand.

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