blue wind

Hearing this sentence, the cocklebur trembled slightly.He "looked" at the tombstone absently.

lifetime.

Is it possible?

Although he knew that this was just an extravagant wish, but at this moment, he couldn't help feeling a little hopeful in his heart.

Maybe, really possible?

So he bowed earnestly again, listening to Lang Ling chatting with his mother, and quietly waiting aside.

It rained cats and dogs yesterday, but today is sunny.Those broken golden light spots sprinkled down, illuminating this place not like a gloomy tomb, but like a fairyland on earth.After Langling's parents finished speaking briefly, suddenly a ray of light penetrated the bamboo leaves and hit the tombstone, as gentle as a smile on someone's lips.

Lang Ling was surprised for a moment, then laughed, pulled Xan'er to her, held his hand and put it on the tombstone.

It was warm.

"Mother has a spirit in the sky, it seems that she likes you very much." Langling laughed.

really?

Cocklebur curled up its fingers slightly.

Lang Ling raised her head and looked at the sky through the gaps in the bamboo leaves. She felt that it was getting late, so she said to the tombstone: "Mother, he is not in good health, so he can't eat if he is late. We will go back first and see you next time."

The light flickered slightly, as if responding.

Langling pulled the cocklebur and walked down the mountain slowly.

On the way, he saw Cang'er's distraught appearance, smiled and touched his head: "What are you thinking? What do you want for lunch?

Xanthium let out an "ah" and was silent for a moment before asking instead: "What... do you like to eat?"

Seeing that he was asking seriously, Lang Ling also thought about it seriously: "I don't have any preference... However, the chef here is doing a good job. I asked them to make some pastries, but I can't just eat Here, is there anything else you want to eat?"

Xanthium also thought about it seriously, but finally shook his head.

Where does he like to eat, all the food here is divided into edible and inedible, as long as it doesn't kill him, he can swallow the worm without changing his face.

Seeing this, Langling suggested, "There are a lot of wild animals in this mountain. You and I will have a try, and the prey we catch will be taken back for lunch, how about it?"

This is indeed a good way.Cocklebur nodded, agreeing.

"Then half an hour is the limit." Lang Ling said, "After half an hour, no matter what you hunt, you have to go back to the yard."

Cocklebur knew what he was worried about.But he didn't have that plan this time, so he naturally complied.

Langling bid farewell to him temporarily, and before leaving, she gave a special instruction: "Be careful."

Xanthium responded softly, and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

Langling wandered in the mountains for a while, remembering that the body temperature of cocklebur was always lower than that of ordinary people, so she specially searched for traces of deer and hunted a doe.

Naturally, he didn't have to work hard like ordinary hunters to carry the prey out. He estimated that it was almost time, so he just threw the deer into the hands of the hidden guard, and went back to the yard in a happy mood.

However, as time went by, the cocklebur hadn't come back yet.Lang Ling's mood was a little solemn, he paced up and down in the courtyard, finally resisting the urge to go out to find someone.

Fortunately, Xanthium finally came back before Langling's patience reached its limit.He carried a large pheasant, climbed into the fence, and probably ran a long way, panting slightly, with a thin layer of sweat on his forehead.

Lang Ling hurriedly stepped forward to take the pheasant, handed it over to the servants waiting at the side, and asked them to take it down to deal with it, and took a handkerchief to wipe the cocklebur's sweat.

"How far did you run?" Lang Ling knew that cocklebur qinggong is not bad, and to be so tired must have run a long distance in a short period of time, "I clearly remember that there are pheasants not far from here. "

Xanthium obediently raised his face and let the veil brush his forehead: "This kind is better."

Hearing this, Langling glanced at the pheasant in the hand of the servant who hadn't retreated yet, and it was indeed a little different from what he usually saw.

He vaguely remembered that he had seen a pheasant of this color on a higher mountain.

Well, it turned out that I went climbing a mountain, so I can't blame the sweat.but……

"I just told you that boiled chicken is delicious, and you bought a pheasant. Could it be that you are greedy?" He laughed.

Xanthium let out a "huh" with a puzzled look on it, and said vaguely, "Don't you want to eat it?"

"Give it to me?" Lang Ling's smile deepened.The hand he put on Xanth's forehead slid down, pinching his face, "You're so thin, why don't you know how to give yourself something good to make up your body?"

Cang'er was caught off guard by Lang Ling's pinched face, and was stunned for a moment, not very angry, but hummed uncomfortably: "Let go... let go."

Langling didn't let go, instead she stretched out her other hand and pulled it to both sides.

Xanthium had an idea, and said vaguely: "It hurts a little."

When he said that, Langling really let go, and raised her eyebrows: "I didn't try hard, it's because you are too thin. Eat more meat later."

Cang'er murmured.

"However," Lang Ling put his hand on his head and rubbed it, and smiled, "You finally know how to tell me how you feel, it's good."

Cocklebur was stunned for a while, then said in a low voice, "Y-hasn't there been any before?"

He asked this question, but he knew that there must be no.

He had already closed a door to isolate everyone from the outside, leaving him alone in the dark room silently, gradually losing all senses, only when the blood splattered in front of his eyes, he could see it A splash of bright color.

Now someone pushed that door open.A glimmer of light shone through there, like a sharp knife cutting through the dark, heavy, oppressive clouds, allowing him, a drowning man, to breathe again.

It's like a newborn.

His voice was too low, Lang Ling had gone far away and didn't hear him, but found that he didn't follow, so she stood there and waved to him: "Let's go, sit and wait inside."

Xanthium responded, and quickly walked a few steps to catch up with him.

But this time when he walked forward, Lang Ling froze in place.He hesitated to hold him back, and unconsciously stroked Xan'er's cheek with his palm: "Xan'er? Are you... are you laughing?"

He had seen too many expressions on this person's expressionless face, even between the curtains of the bed, this person's expression was mostly forbearance, to the point where he didn't even dare to confirm the slightly raised corners of his lips when he saw Xanthium annuum. You have to touch it to bring the sense of nothingness into reality.

Xanthium was puzzled by the question, and subconsciously tilted her head.

Who is laughing?him?

Lang Ling saw the corners of her lips that were finally raised a little because of his question and pressed down again, pursed them up, stretched into a straight line, immediately regretted it, and tried to tease him: "Don't be like this, keep your face so sullen. , How ugly, just smile."

smile?

It was rare for Langling to make a request to him, and Xanthium naturally wanted to satisfy it.

But he can't laugh anymore.After being stiff for too long, the facial muscles seemed to be out of his control. He tried hard to lift the corners of his lips, but he could feel the slightest change from Lang Ling's fingers on the corners of his lips.

He was a little anxious.

But the more anxious he was, the more he couldn't laugh, and couldn't help casting a sad look at Lang Ling for help.

"It's okay, it's okay." Lang Ling's heart ached, "Don't worry, don't be sad."

He repeated it several times, but seeing that it had no effect, he simply put his other hand up, held the cocklebur's face and kissed it vigorously.

Sure enough, the man calmed down immediately, his arms automatically wrapped around his neck, and he closed his eyes to accept the kiss.

It still works.

Lang Ling breathed a sigh of relief.

After the kiss was over, he pretended to be frivolous and lifted the chin of Cocklebur, and said evilly: "Beauty, why don't you have a smile?"

Cocklebur was stunned for a while, and finally, the corners of his lips curled up a little, and even his eyes slightly bent down, revealing a smile.

This smile was not too big, it was a very quiet kind of smile, but anyone could tell at a glance that he was very happy.

Lang Ling also laughed unconsciously.

"That's right, that's how it should be." He grabbed the cocklebur's waist and led him into the room, "My mother said that people who love to laugh are blessed."

They ate together this lunch of boiled chicken and venison meatball soup, during which Lang Ling served two bowls of soup for the cocklebur, and he was not allowed to eat venison again, for fear that something would go wrong if he made up for it.

It's really not that he is careful.Since his kung fu spontaneously led them to practice together, his inner power and cocklebur's inner power have become more and more integrated, and now they are as close as if they were trained in one kung fu.At that moment, his internal energy would always swim around the body of Xanthium subconsciously, and while healed part of the pain, he also discovered more serious illnesses.

In addition, Chi Sui would be there occasionally, feel the pulse, and then open his mouth to stamp the "fragile" on Xan'er, how could he be careless.

The cocklebur was a bit more obedient, and if he was told not to eat it, he would not stretch out his chopsticks, which made Lang Ling feel so soft.

He couldn't help touching the long hair of Xanthium annuum: "During this period of time, I'm here, take good care of your body, after you've taken care of it, you won't have to have so many taboos to eat whatever you want in the future."

Cocklebur obediently responded.

After dinner, Lang Ling wanted to take the cocklebur for a stroll, but An Xiao handed over an urgent report, and he had to deal with official documents again.

Xanthium took the initiative to follow him into the study, sitting in his arms to read those heavy files with him, just like a long time ago.

But if he was an exquisite doll like a decoration last time, this time he is just a restless cat, groping here and there, and can make several back and forth in Lang Ling's arms with a cup of tea.

Forcing Lang Ling to free her hand, she slapped his ass lightly: "Don't make trouble, how can I be in the mood to read the files when you're like this?"

Cocklebur didn't move, and rubbed against his neck: "Hot."

It might be the effect of the venison meatball soup. When he said this, Lang Ling couldn't help but feel a little hot, and couldn't help but loosen his neckline.

Xanthium said it was hot, but his face was still icy and cold: "It's fine here."

Can?What can I do?

Langling's thoughts were confused for a moment, and she resolutely refused: "No, you tossed too much yesterday, if you come back today, your body won't be able to bear it."

"Oh." Xanthium was disappointed for a moment, but didn't bother anymore, changed to a comfortable position again, curled up in his arms and did not move.

Lang Ling hurriedly focused her attention back on the file.Afraid that Cocklebur would be boring, he picked up some interesting stories and said to him: "The Tianhua Valley fought with the Jingheng faction. It is said that the people from the Jingheng faction abducted the cat of the young owner of the Tianhua Valley... the Yang family The young lady competed in martial arts to recruit relatives, but a poisonous one put everyone down. The young lady refused to marry, saying that she was afraid of being poisoned to death... A wolf demon appeared in the southern mountain, and it turned out that someone was wearing it. A wolf skin pretending to be..."

Cocklebur answered once or twice at first, but then fell silent.Langling looked down, and found that even though he was nagging so much, Xanthium was still asleep, and his face was a little red, maybe it was hot.

He shook his head and laughed, hugged the man to the bed, tucked the corner of the quilt, and lowered his head to kiss the man's forehead.

He refused to sleep without being stunned, to fall asleep while burning requiem incense and keeping quiet, and now he can sleep soundly in his arms while reciting and talking, the distance between him and this beautiful beast , it's still close.

The author has something to say: 90% progress in cocklebur strategy

Cough, some bad things happened on Qixi Festival, I missed it, but I still have to send candy ~

By the way, I just remembered that I have the cars of Chapter 19 and Chapter 27 on my wb... Also, the handicapped author drew a picture of Zhang Xanzi and put it on the wb

wb name is pen name