Water flowing clouds

The reunion that He Jingzhen thought he was right was a day and night later than the actual reunion.He was really exhausted. After driving for more than ten days in a row, his heart was weighed down like a lead weight. The meager savings hidden close to his body made him lose all hope at one moment, and ignited the last hope for him at another moment. He took risks and died. Bowing one's head and resigning oneself to one's fate alternately in one's mind, the torment is getting worse day by day, and when one really reaches the place, one throws it aside, and a hearty sleep consumes a whole day and night.When I opened my eyes again, it was the evening of the next day, and I was extremely hungry, so I got up to look for food.He straightened his clothes and tied up his hair, and went out, and saw the surroundings were deserted, it looked like it had long been extinct, it was indescribably desolate.

There was a hidden thunder in the distance, but it didn’t seem to be thunder if you listen carefully. Follow the sound to find it, and walk down the divine path that traverses east and west. The thunder is getting louder and the wind is getting louder. The two voices twist Piercing into the ear canal together, deafening.He Jingzhen had no choice but to cover his ears with his hands.Walking to the end is a huge platform, protruding from the cliff, the strong wind is fierce, even worse than the tiankeng where he practiced his mind.In such a wind and thunder, there were actually a group of people standing around the giant platform, surrounding a person in the middle.It was too far away to see the face, only the color of the clothes.Those around him were all dressed in white, and the one in the middle was wrapped in a black and red robe.What are these people doing?Just standing there in the gust of wind?Can you stand firm?He got closer and closer, originally he was only curious, wanted to go over and see what was going on, to see what kind of tricks these people were playing.When he reached the edge of the giant platform, he was pressed by the wind and made it difficult to get close. He tried his best to stabilize himself.The man in the middle suddenly moved, as if he was dancing a kind of dance, moving and jumping with incomparable lightness, like a heavenly being.Just as he was about to admire, a gust of wind lifted the man's turban, and his silver-like hair poured out.

A sudden reunion.

A sudden recognition.

Do you dare to admit it?

He Jing really didn't dare.The Kunlun he remembered was not like this.At least it shouldn't be so far away from the fireworks in the world, so far away from the world, unreachable by ordinary people.Such an unusually cold god, no matter how similar their faces are, they should not be the same person.Kunlun is the Kunlun who will carry him up the mountain to see the moon, the Kunlun who will take him to Yefengao to see "Frost leaves are red in February flowers", and the Kunlun who will read him the three-character classic and thousand-character prose. Kunlun.

He is not.

He Jingzhen turned around and wanted to leave, Feng Leisheng pursued him closely, the Lichen-born witch god floated in the sky, and the worldly nickname that was in his mouth broke out.He called him: "Fatty!!"

He froze, not daring to turn his head, not daring to turn his head to confirm that this god was the Kunlun whom he cut down on food and clothing and was determined to redeem.

The witch god recognized this gradually chaotic and difficult to sort out relationship before him.He Jingzhen just felt strange.Alienated because of unfamiliarity, and reticent because of alienation.

The shaman is busy, and he has to make decisions on major matters in the human world and heaven in the southwest. The two usually only meet each other in a hurry at night.Usually come to accompany He Jingzhen to have dinner.He didn't eat much, and most of the time he was picking vegetables for He Jingzhen and urging him to eat. Once He Jingzhen stopped his chopsticks, the vegetables would grow up spontaneously, almost reaching the edge of the bowl.At this time, the hand of the witch god holding the vegetables will straighten up a little, the tip of his eyebrows will gradually approach the center of his eyebrows, and two small storms will brew in his blue pupils.There was no need to speak, the chief witch made a gesture, and a group of witches filed in, taking down the dishes one by one, and then another group of people came over and placed the plates and bowls. The dishes in the bowls were obviously freshly made.He Jingzhen was even more reticent, counting the grains of rice and swallowing, the meal was getting longer and longer, whether it was the new dishes, or the burning eyes of the person next to him, he couldn't bear it.After finally stuffing the dishes piled in the bowl into my stomach, I gently put down the bowl and chopsticks, and said with my head down: "I'm full.".He just wanted to retreat outside, retreat back and curl up in the small side hall and close the door and lock him to feel at ease.

"Wait!" The witch god stopped him. "Sit with me for a while." He refused to let him withdraw.

What are you sitting on?What else is there to sit on?Intentionally let him see how "stupid and bold" he is, dare to come and redeem a witch god who only comes out in 200 years with a bank note of less than a hundred taels?Still want to rely on a little skill to snatch others away and go out into troubled times, what an irony!

It's time to put an end to this wishful thinking.

He sat back, bowed his head, and fixed his eyes on the corner of his clothes.The witch god wouldn't let him retreat, but he didn't say a word when he sat down firmly.After being quiet for a long time, it is inevitable that he will be dazed. From the thread that is blooming on the corner of his clothes, he thinks of his painstaking efforts since he was young and long: he never refuses to use other colors for making clothes, because black is always dirty, and it will be stained with dust when sweeping. It is not obvious; the material is always made of green hemp pressed cloth, which is durable and durable, and it is not easy to break after several times of water; and the tailor who came to tailor the clothes for the brothers was soft and hard, so that he never used leftovers. From the materials he ordered, he picked the black ones for him to wear, made the trousers longer, and put a little fatter around the waist, so he could still wear them after two or three years... It’s not that there are no new clothes, Senior Brother Zhou made them along the way. Brother Xue was eliminated without even wearing them. The suits were carefully crafted and made of exquisite materials. He folded the suits and put them in the box. He never thought of touching them.He drifted from his biological parents into the hands of someone who was neither relatives nor relatives, and after finally getting used to it, he drifted from this one who was not relatives but to a group of people who were neither relatives nor relatives, and finally drifted to Chunshui Thatched Cottage. People who are wandering often have a hesitation, a hesitation about whether the benefits they enjoy today will be repaid at an equivalent or even twice the price in the future.That being the case, it is better to enjoy less, rely on yourself as much as you can, and think less about what you can't.

If one insists on saying that he has thought about things beyond his power, it is undoubtedly only Kunlun.Nine years apart, never forgetting to save Kunlun from fire and water.I have imagined how deep a pool of water and how hot a pot of fire is, and I am ready to go through fire and water at any time.Studying, practicing martial arts and saving money are all preparations before he goes through fire and water. He never thought that one day the person he is going to save will suddenly become prosperous and there is no need for him to go through fire and water to rescue him. What should he do.After staying on the holy mountain for less than ten days, he saw the Jiwei of the witch god all over.This accumulation of prestige is the precipitation after the power has reached its peak. No words are needed. A glance or a frown of yours can be known by others, and it will immediately clean up the things that cause the unevenness of heat and cold; just stare at something After watching it for a long time, there will be various thoughts to feel your pulse, if you are happy, you will stay, if you are not happy, you will be ruined.What are you worried about?Clothes and fine food here are only the smallest part of power, and it is also reasonable for power to siege a city and lay down millions of corpses to bleed and float.

What about "people's hearts"?The love of the world, your love and my wish in the world, the world's "willing to have one's heart and never leave", can power make a final decision?

The witch god has been wading in the muddy water of Shenshan for nine years, and power has long been a gadget. At a loss, I used too much energy, afraid that my "heart" would fly away, and I didn't use enough energy, and I was afraid that I would not wake up the "dream man". Limited, "not getting what you want" is so bitter that the root of your tongue is hard, and your words are not soft.

"Fatty, let's take you to the altar to see tomorrow." A hard word without cause and effect, lacking in succession and transformation suddenly emerged in the silence, and He Jingzhen was shocked for no reason.

"..." He raised his head to look at the witch god, and lowered his eyes again. He didn't say yes or no. Don't call it Rourou...the one whose name was chosen by the master is 'Xingjian'..."

Then what?I also called you "Xingjian" together?Not even keeping that little bit of secret intimacy?You are so cruel!

The storm in the witch god's blue pupils was churning, but his mouth was still calm: "What's the point of calling it Rourou, it's just a title."

"It's funny to call Rourou, but it's more formal."

"Funny? Where's the fun?" The witch god's eyes thickened and became intense.The pain was buried, and he refused to let that person see it, so he had to put it in his heart and ferment it, and it spread into his eyes, the pain has gone down for the most part.

"I always feel like I haven't grown up yet...I'm not a child anymore..." He Jingzhen clenched his lips, trying to speak in a subtle and subtle way, not wanting to make the gap so clear all at once.He just wanted to let him know that children will grow up. The "flesh" still smells of milk, and it looks soft and waiting for someone to feed it, so weak.His eagerness to save people from misery and fire has been soaked in the soup, if he still can't get an equivalent title, how embarrassing he will be.

"Do you have to haggle over this little appellation?" The one who haggled was actually him.He refused to give up the ambiguous meaning behind "Fatty", and he couldn't let go of the seven good years that "Fatty" was implicated in.

"..." He Jingzhen bowed his head silently.

The witch god's intense eyes pressed forward, but he wondered whether he should take a step back.

"From now on, I will only call in private, okay?" In private, when there are dozens or hundreds of witch attendants, it means that there are only the two of them, so why not?Explicit love and ugly words are fine, as well as flirting with each other, but I'm afraid he won't be able to do it.

"What's wrong with being called Xingjian, it sounds nice and easy to remember!" He Jingzhen just had this kind of stubborn temper that he believed could not be dragged back easily, and he refused to go down the set steps.

"Whether it's my business or not, it should be your business!" The witch god got really angry, and the words he said were like stones, and both sides were severely injured when he threw them.

After receiving such a harsh word, He Jingzhen, who was originally reticent, fell completely silent.

The witch god kept squeezing himself day and night, and the scraps of time he squeezed out from sleeping, eating, drinking, and piles of government affairs were just wasted in silence and hostility, and finally broke up unhappy.

Diarrhea and uneasiness grew, both of them tossed and turned, sleepless all night.