Itching every day without a few chrysanthemums

Why can he connect together?

Hua Xiaomo made a fool of himself because of his IQ, he followed the way Dahei came and went.

The wilderness is a place where lonely souls and ghosts haunt. The gloomy cold wind blows here and there. Hua Xiaomo runs very fast. His shoes creak on dead branches. The hair on the back of his neck stands up. He always feels that someone is following him behind him. , The horror movies that automatically popped up were immediately shut down by him.

"There are no ghosts in this world, there are no ghosts." He murmured, staggering, Hua Xiaomo's forehead was dripping with sweat, why he hadn't arrived yet, how bad was he to run so far.

Bai Chen squinted at the gurgling river, he actually developed a desire for that young man, as if it had been different from the beginning, the reason why he brought the young man by his side was because of his secrets, and the second was out of Instinctively, he obeyed the inexplicable desire in his heart, and subconsciously did not want the other party to leave.

"Heroes."

A young man's clear voice came from behind, showing a little fear, Bai Chen frowned and left with lightness kung fu.

Neither of them mentioned anything, one was guilty and the other was used to silence.Hua Xiaomo picked up some more firewood, and Bai Chen sat in front of the fire, poking the fire with a thicker branch from time to time to clear the ashes.

The moonlight flowed quietly, like a layer of silver sand pouring down on the two of them.

The temperature gets lower as you go north, especially in the middle of the night. Hua Xiaomo sighed and curled up next to Bai Chen, looking at the crackling firewood, and then turned his gaze to Bai Chen's side face. Under the light of the fire, there was a jade-like luster, the eyelashes drooped and left a layer of silhouette under the eyes, and the two thin lips were always pursed lightly, and the illusion of deja vu came to my heart inexplicably.

"I don't know why, I feel like I've met you somewhere." Hua Xiaomo joked, "Will we really know each other 500 years ago?" He would never admit that he chose this number because he wanted to watch Journey to the West .

Bai Chen remained silent, staring at the flames in front of him with heavy eyes.

He didn't get a response, and it didn't take long for Hua Xiaomo to gradually fall asleep, with the wind passing by, he heard a sigh in a trance.

Hua Xiaomo didn't sleep very well, he was dreaming, a sea of ​​flowers could not see the edge, white, blue, red, black, gold, five colors of flowers, he was like a bystander, seeing a A boy with a little donkey came from afar.

The long golden hair spread out like a waterfall and fluttered in the wind. The young man had a beautiful appearance, and the sea of ​​flowers lost its color with every frown and smile.

There is a flower growing on each of the four legs of the little donkey, just like the flowers in the sea of ​​flowers, white, blue, red and black, a bit ridiculous.

What was displayed in front of his eyes was like a painting. Under Hua Xiaomo's astonished gaze, the young man tilted his head and smiled at him, seeming to say something, but he couldn't hear it clearly.

The boy disappeared in the blink of an eye, and the flowers suddenly stretched like crazy to wrap him more and more tightly, as if they wanted to crush and melt him.

"Don't, don't." Hua Xiaomo, who hadn't woken up from the dream, muttered like a dream.

Bai Chen looked down and saw the young man with his eyes tightly closed, two lines of tears unconsciously falling down, repeating those two words in his mouth, as if he was having a terrible dream, the scene in front of him made his chest ache, like a silver needle piercing his chest. go in.

He leaned over and picked up the boy and put him on his lap, wiped away the tears from the boy's face, and stroked the boy's frowning brows with his cool fingertips.

I don't know why I want to do it like this. If I want to do it, I will do it seriously.

Cangmang Mountain is located in the extreme north, covered with snow all the year round, the mountain is vast and white, the cold wind howls, and the green plants are extremely scarce.

There is a huge and magnificent palace deep in the top of the mountain, named Tianxie, which is the main altar of the Demon Cult that people in the martial arts fear.

Under the white snow, a long stone step can be vaguely seen, going up from the foot of the mountain along the winding mountains to the top of the mountain, ethereal and distant.

The members of the Tianxie Sect performed lightness kung fu when going down the mountain and up the mountain, so almost no one stepped on that stone step.

No one knows why that stone step exists, and it seems that it should be there, quietly waiting for something.

A red dress, dark pattern cloud sleeves, silver long hair long to the waist, casually scattered behind the head, revealing a strange, man leaning on the window sill, half of his face covered by a silver mask, the exposed skin is more Snow, or almost transparent is not an exaggeration, with a sickness, as if it has never seen light all year round.

The white moonlight shone in, casting a faint radiance on his face, like a celestial being exiled from the dust.

The eyebrows are like ink paintings, the black eyes are like a pool of deep shadows, and the thick and long eyelashes have a beautiful arc, which can make people drown in it, but they can't see half of their emotions clearly.

Under the tall nose bridge are bright red lips, the shape of the lips is extremely beautiful, and the curve of the jaw is like a jade carving. Only half of the face exposed has a thrilling beauty. Anyone who sees it can't help but want to touch the mask, want to see See if there really is a peerless beauty in this world.

Standing a foot away behind was a person completely covered in black robes, with a dry voice that could not distinguish between male and female, he respectfully said: "Master, the heavenly being will meet you in three days."

The man's eyes narrowed slightly, and the eyes were like demon fire.

"The blood formation has been completed. Only the last sacrifice is needed, and the leader can practice the magic skills. At that time, the world will be at your fingertips."

The man looked up at the heavy snow outside the window, and said in a hoarse voice: "Elder, when will it clear up?"

The person behind took a breath before saying, "The day the heavenly one reaches the top of the mountain."

"Go on." There was a hint of fatigue in the voice.

As the words came out, the cold palace was shrouded in eerie silence.

The man's slender and pale hand stretched out the window, watching the flakes of snowflakes falling and slowly melting in the palm of his hand, a strange and charming smile appeared on the corner of his lips: "I'm looking forward to it..."

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The author has something to say: woo woo woo. . . .Wo hates writing about appearance, woo woo woo.The leader is the most beautiful woman in the world, and if he doesn't write, he won't succeed.

When the last two attacks come, write less. .

Awow, I have to retreat and practice, and try to write something that will not be caught by crabs

☆, 09

Huicheng

Heavy snow was flying, there were few pedestrians on the street, there were not many peddlers, thick snow was everywhere, and long icicles hung under the eaves, making it lonely and deserted.

Hua Xiaomo was wearing the thick padded jacket that Bai Chen bought for him. From a distance, it looked like a big snowball rolling on the snow. In the past, his hands, which would get frostbite every winter, were red, swollen and festered, but they were white and tender, which is very unscientific.

Uncontrollable footsteps stopped in front of a small stall, scarlet charcoal was burning in the iron stove, separated by an iron plate, a few roasted sweet potatoes exuded a tempting aroma, Hua Xiaomo swallowed saliva.

The old man held his sleeves and looked in front of him. His eyes were clear and bright, exuding agility. His complexion was fairer and more tender than that of a girl. It was the first time he had seen this handsome and clean boy in his life. His cloudy eyes were exposed from under the boy's fur hat Gliding across her jet-black hair.

"Old man, how do you sell this sweet potato?" Hua Xiaomo turned to the biggest sweet potato and said, "Maybe it's also called sweet potato? Taro?"

Seeing the old man's stunned face, Hua Xiaomo thought to himself, is there another name for him?

After a while, Hua Xiaomo spit out two words uncertainly: "Sweet potato?"

Only then did the old man understand when he heard the words, with a smile in his wrinkled eyes: "One penny, brother, this sweet potato is too sweet."

I really should be grateful for the time-travel drama I watched at that time, Hua Xiaomo let out a soft snort from his nasal cavity.

The old man saw the young man take his hands out of his sleeves and fumbled about his body. After muttering something, he frowned and ran to the tall man in white clothes with clear eyes.

"Lend me a penny." Stretching out his hand in front of Bai Chen, Hua Xiaomo raised his head and said with a shameless smile, "I will pay you back." He has said this sentence more than ten times, each time more than once smooth.

Bai Chen took out an ingot of broken silver and a few copper plates from his waist and put them in the white hands in front of him.

With short hands and soft mouth, Hua Xiaomo asked quite sincerely: "Do you want to eat red... sweet potatoes?"

Shaking his head slightly, Bai Chen looked at Hua Xiaomo for a long time before looking away.

Hua Xiaomo rolled his eyes at him: "Hero, what did your expression mean just now?"

Did I have an expression just now?Don't you often say that I am expressionless? "Facial paralysis" Bai Chen thought to himself.

Seeing that Bai Chen ignored him, Hua Xiaomo grinned and ran to the stall with the money: "Old man, I want a sweet potato."

"Brother, is that your elder brother?" The old man looked kindly, and handed the sweet potato wrapped in several layers of oil paper to Hua Xiaomo.

"We look alike?" Hua Xiaomo was dumbfounded.

The old man smiled and said nothing, in fact he didn't look like one at all, but the man's gaze on the young man was cold with a touch of softness and connivance, if not a close relative, then a close person.

The scalding heat in the palm of his hand made Hua Xiaomo shiver for a moment, and he almost threw it out. He blew on his mouth and asked casually, "Old man, have you ever been to Cangwu Mountain?"

"When I was young, I used to go up the mountain with my brothers to cut firewood." It seemed a little unexpected that the young man would ask about this. It will be very long, the snow in Cangwu Mountain has never melted."

"I don't know when it started, but everyone who went up the mountain disappeared for no reason. It is said that there are monsters haunting the mountain. Since then, no one has gone up."

Hua Xiaomo was stunned when he heard this, and returned to Bai Chen absent-mindedly with the roasted sweet potato.

Pretentious in his heart, the sweet potato doesn't taste that delicious anymore, Hua Xiaomo stuffed it to Bai Chen after eating half of it, and walked forward with his sleeves wrapped around his head, almost bumping into a passerby who was walking towards him.

"Mo'er." Bai Chen suddenly stopped him.

Hua Xiaomo's feet tilted, and the body that was about to fall was picked up and fell into a firm embrace, and his breath was full of cold breath.

"Fuck! Why do you call me so easy?" Hua Xiaomo ignored his hot cheeks, took a few steps back and raised his head confidently: "Since you have already called me by my nickname, there is no reason for me to call you hero. "

Bai Chen frowned lightly, and Feng fell silent. The call just now was completely subconscious, as if he had been familiar with it for a long time, and it was a part embedded in his body. It was natural and not at all unfamiliar. Why...

"How about I call you Chen'er from now on?" Hua Xiaomo's lips drew a sly smile.

The corners of Bai Chen's mouth twitched almost imperceptibly.

Hua Xiaomo thought about it for a while: "Xiaochen?"

Bai Chen's face darkened a little.

Glancing at the other person's white clothes, Hua Xiaomo shrugged his shoulders, blushing with a suppressed smile: "Xiaobai?"

Bai Chen's entire face was completely dark.

"Pfft hahahaha." Hua Xiaomo's bright black eyes curved into crescent moons, he laughed out loud without any scruples, and Da Hei, who was sleeping soundly in his fur hat, was startled by the laughter come out.

Pedestrians passing by were a little curious about why the boy smiled so brightly.

Bai Chen's dark eyes stared at the young man in front of him, and it took him a long time to lower his eyelids to block the inexplicable emotion in his eyes.

Wiping away the tears of laughter from his eyes, the melancholy in Hua Xiaomo's heart disappeared, and he cheekily took the sweet potato from Bai Chen's hand and continued to eat.

"Where do we live tonight?" Seeing the scene under the eaves in the distance, the smile on Hua Xiaomo's face gradually widened.

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The author has something to say: It hurts so much, I can’t love anymore, JJ can’t even let go of a little braised pork recently, woo~ what should we do~

☆, 10

A few men in yellow shirts at the entrance of the restaurant seemed to be arguing with each other for some reason, each of them was cold-eyed, and they would meet each other at any time.

Hua Xiaomo saw the strongest one at a glance, and he was the first person he met on this continent.

He raised his voice and shouted loudly: "Brother Zhang."

Zhang Wuji looked at the reputation, the expression on his face changed from shock to joy, he threw away a few classmates and ran over, but was about to put his hand on Hua Xiaomo's shoulder but was stopped by an arm.

Seeing clearly that it was the person who met Qiao Yi in Pomiao, although he didn't know his real identity, Zhang Wuji clasped his fists in embarrassment.

Bai Chen only glanced indifferently, then looked at Hua Xiaomo, and said flatly, "Donglai Inn."

"Oh, good." Hua Xiaomo nodded, rolled his eyes, walked a few steps closer and asked Zhang Wuji, "Brother Zhang, have you guys gone to Cangwu Mountain?"

Zhang Wuji clicked his tongue: "I went and came back."

"Brother Hua, did your Dihua sect mention the topography of Cangwu Mountain?"

Hua Xiaomo smiled dryly: "Yes... yes."

Suddenly aware of the probing gaze, Hua Xiaomo shrank her neck, knowing it was Bai Chen without even looking.Could it be that he is really a member of the Dihua faction?It seems that I have to find a chance to ask.

"Then let's go together when we go tomorrow." Zhang Wuji said solemnly: "The terrain in the mountain is complicated, there is a thick layer of snow, there are many traps, and what's more serious is that there is a phantom array. We can go out this time thanks to Tianyin Master Puzhi of the temple."

Hua Xiaomo hummed messily, and stuffed the sweet potato in his hand to Bai Chen again, with the look of rushing to the execution ground.

"Don't be afraid." Bai Chen raised his hand, paused in mid-air before landing on Hua Xiaomo's fur hat.

Hua Xiaomo curled her lips, and flew away separately in the face of disaster, buddy, I can't trust you.He didn't need to go up the mountain at all!Why get involved?

No matter whether he followed Zhang Wuji from the beginning or followed Bai Chen now, it seemed that he could not change the result that he was going to Cangwu Mountain. Could it be that there is some treasure waiting for him in the mountain?According to the route of the novel above, if the protagonist upgrades, he will definitely have a golden finger.

Sensing the atmosphere surrounding the two of them, Zhang Wuji couldn't hide the shock in his eyes. After he left that time, he took a few brothers from the same school and rushed back to the ruined temple, but there was no trace of Hua Xiaomo there. He had been brooding about it for several days, but now it seemed that things were going in a completely different direction.

Someone shouted in the distance: "Third Junior Brother, come here quickly."

"Here we come." Zhang Wuji yelled impatiently, and then told Hua Xiaomo: "Brother Hua, I live in the Human World Inn, if you need anything, you can come to me." Then he turned and left.

Bai Chen suddenly asked, "Dihua faction?"

Hua Xiaomo snorted in frustration: "It's just a misunderstanding."

Many sects came to participate in the encirclement and suppression of the demon sect, and there were endless fighting incidents. If one was not careful, they would fight violently, blood and flesh would splatter, and arms and legs would be broken.

The unlucky passers-by and spectators will be involved, and Hua Xiaomo is unlucky. When passing by, he took a second look and was hit by a scabbard flying across the foot. He wailed on the spot in pain. cry.

With red and swollen feet, Hua Xiaomo sniffed while walking: "Why is it always me who gets hurt?"

Bai Chen turned around and said in a low voice, "Does it hurt?"

"It hurts!" Hua Xiaomo sobbed.

"Ah!" There was a sharp and short scream from the crowd behind for some reason.

Hua Xiaomo turned her head to look, her whole body was not well, and her stomach was churning.

The one who twitched on the ground was not the owner of the scabbard just now.

The people around retreated one after another, their faces turned pale, and some couldn't stand it and retched directly.

The man could no longer utter a single word from his throat, his face was bloody and his hands were still scratching desperately, as if he was enduring some kind of intense pain.

A living person has suddenly become like this, there is no other possibility except poisoning, and some sects are wary of holding the weapons in their hands, most of them think it is the work of people from the Demon Cult.

"You...you...you...I...I..." Following Bai Chen, Hua Xiaomo stumbled, this person was too scary.

Bai Chen didn't respond, but strode into the inn and asked, "Are there any vacancies?"

"May I ask if this chivalrous man's surname is Bai?" The innkeeper looked at Bai Chen and asked hesitantly.

Bai Chen raised his head slightly.

The innkeeper greeted him immediately with a smile on his face: "Someone has reserved a Tianzihao room for the two of you, please go upstairs."

Along the way, Hua Xiaomo shared the bed with Bai Chen, so he was very calm, but when other people in the inn heard this sentence, they would inevitably look at Hua Xiaomo and Bai Chen with weird eyes, and some even Started whispering to himself.

Hua Xiaomo stared, and yelled viciously: "What are you looking at, what is there to see, who stipulated that two men can't sleep together?"

A rough man said loudly: "Little brother, you have been cheated."

The authorities were obsessed with the onlookers. When Hua Xiaomo walked into the inn, he passed by a person. Bai Chen raised his hand and put it on his left shoulder, blocking the person's approach, strong monopoly and protection. This kind of aura is too ambiguous. In their eyes, Hua Xiaomo's small stature is at most eleven or twelve years old, most likely because of being forced by Bai Chen and forced to do so.

Bai Chen raised his eyes, glanced around lightly, his whole body exuded a bone-piercing chill, a powerful and terrifying coercion was released little by little, everyone felt the strong wind blowing against their faces, and the huge force came, and they couldn't help standing up vigilantly and making a counterattack. enemy posture.

"Do you want a group of people to beat him up?" Hua Xiaomo took off his fur hat, stroked his flattened hair, and cast a cold look: "It's a gentleman's action to bully more than less?"

When everyone saw the boy with the strange hair, they couldn't help but look at each other, they are the weak side, right?

The innkeeper secretly wiped the sweat off his face, coughed, and a few waiters immediately went up to chime in, most likely talking about Cangwu Mountain, and those people were soon engrossed in listening.The tense atmosphere was broken, and it returned to the lively scene before.

"Do they think we are in that kind of relationship?" Hua Xiaomo said in a low voice while walking.

Bai Chen glanced at him, neither admitting nor denying it.

Hua Xiaomo was dazzled by the magnificence of the Tianzihao room, touching this and that like a country bumpkin.

As soon as the excitement passed, Hua Xiaomo immediately asked Xiao Er to prepare a wooden bucket and hot water. He hadn't bathed since he came here, and his body was very itchy.

Across the screen, Hua Xiaomo sat in a big wooden barrel, took a bath towel and hummed an out-of-tune tune, his old face had already been thrown into a corner by him, as for integrity, can integrity be eaten?

Soaking in the hot water felt very comfortable, Hua Xiaomo let out a long breath, and the watering action became more and more cheerful.

Outside, Bai Chen brewed a cup of tea and sipped it leisurely. The thin screen didn't help at all. The boy's comfortable hum fell into his ears, and it seemed that even the cold air was a little hotter.

There was a knock on the door, Bai Chen flicked his sleeves, and a person walked in from the open door.

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The author has something to say: The author [touches the chin]: Son, recently JJ has taken the route of abstinence, and your chrysanthemum may need to be maintained for a while.

Xiao Mo [smiles on the skin but not the flesh]: If you don’t come a few chrysanthemums every day, it will itch

Author [face twitching]: Ouch, I have a headache, so I'll withdraw first.

☆, 11

Qiao Yi closed the door and walked over briskly, with a bright smile and raised eyebrows and eyes: "Bai Chen, did the spring breeze blow a few times along the way?"

Hua Xiaomo, who was washing her hair, heard the sound, and slowly lowered the movement of her hands until the sound disappeared.

Bai Chen said lightly, "Where is she?"

"You're talking about Jin Yun." Qiao Yi said with a long and ambiguous smile, "Go out and turn left, go straight ahead, the last room is her room."

Behind the screen, Hua Xiaomo pouted, thinking about it after seeing him for a few days, feeling depressed for no reason, the bath towel in his hand was thrown into the barrel by him, splashing a lot of water.

When Bai Chen heard the movement, he opened his lips and spat out a word: "Cold?"

"It's not cold, it's very warm." Hua Xiaomo hurriedly poured water.

Shaking the folding fan, Qiao Yi showed an exaggerated surprised expression: "Oh, so the little brother is bathing inside."

"Qiao Yi." Bai Chen's cold voice sounded.

"Just talking, they're all men, what's there to see." Qiao Yi didn't take it seriously, but kept looking at the screen.

Bai Chen said in a low voice, "Did you investigate?"

"There is a phantom formation on the mountain, and others can't get to the top of the mountain at all. I was almost trapped inside the mountain last night." Qiao Yi gritted his teeth, and the paper fan in his hand creaked: "Bai Chen, I said I was almost trapped in the mountain." In there!"

Bai Chen nodded: "Yes."

Qiao Yi put his hand on his forehead, pretending to be sad and said: "We have known each other for more than ten years, Bai Chen, I have never seen you smile."

The corners of Bai Chen's pursed mouth slowly opened a small arc, and then disappeared.

"I don't understand how Jin Yun fell in love with you." Qiao Yi sneered: "Except for being a little better-looking than me and a little better in martial arts, you can't compare to me in anything else."

Bai Chen only glanced up at him, then lowered his head and took a sip of tea.

Hua Xiaomo, who was pouring water on his body, didn't understand the second half of Qiao's translation, otherwise he would have run out naked and excited to ask for clarification.

Qiao Yi waved his folding fan, and asked with a very personable smile: "You brought that young man with you, have you ever checked his details?"

After pondering for a while, Bai Chen said, "Name, Hua Xiaomo."

Qiao Yi raised her eyebrows: "What else?"

Bai Chen pursed his lips and fell silent.

Looking at Bai Chen with monster-like eyes, Qiao Yi shook his head in disbelief, and asked towards the screen, "Hua Xiaomo, how old are you?"

"Ten 34." Hua Xiaomo paused when he twisted the towel, and replied uncertainly, "It may be fifteen."

The corners of Qiao Yi's mouth began to twitch.

Bai Chen's thin lips tightened a little.

"Where is home, do you have any siblings?"

"orphan."

Bai Chen's movement of rubbing the edge of the cup was a little slow, and his pitch-black eyes seemed to be deeper than usual.

"Do you like Bai Chen?" Qiao Yi glanced at the expressionless Bai Chen, sneered in his heart, pretended.

There was no sound behind the screen, and then there was an exclamation.

Qiao Yi felt the wind pass by, and the person in front of him disappeared. He closed the folding fan and hit his forehead hard.

Bai Chen walked around the screen and saw the young boy lying naked on the ground, looking at him pitifully with wet eyes.

Seeing that red flower bud again, Bai Chen forgot what to do for a moment, subconsciously covered his chest with his hand, until the boy's complaining voice sounded next to his ear: "Can you help me up first?"

Bai Chen squatted down and hugged the young man, the soft and delicate touch of his palms made his body tremble, a strange feeling rushed into his heart, and he tensed a little imperceptibly.

"It's so cold." Hua Xiaomo put on his clothes in front of Bai Chen with trembling hands. He didn't feel cold when he was in the barrel, but when he left, it was at least ten degrees below zero.

That's why he was shivering from the cold, and slipped when he lost his footing.

After wrapping several layers of clothes around his body, Hua Xiaomo felt a little warmer. He wiped his hair with a dry cloth, turned his head and saw a face close at hand, and asked strangely, "Hey, why are you still here?" ?” It never occurred to me that there was anything wrong with standing in front of Bai Chen without |not|hanging|hanging|.

Bai Chen pursed the corners of his lips, looked up at the young man, his eyes swept across the young man's flushed face, and finally stopped on the bright eyes covered with mist.

He stared at Bai Chen with eyes as cold as before. For some reason, his heart beat a little faster. Hua Xiaomo licked his lips subconsciously: "What do you think I am doing?"

Bai Chen still just glanced at Hua Xiaomo indifferently, and walked outside.

"Just say what you have to say, I'm not a glass heart." Hua Xiaomo followed after thinking.

Qiao Yi's eyes lit up when he saw the young man walking behind Bai Chen: "Little Mo'er, do you mind if I call you that?"

"As you wish." Hua Xiaomo waved her hand generously, just addressing her.

"I said it doesn't look right." Qiao Yi suddenly slapped the fan, and said clearly: "Little Mo'er, you have become beautiful."

Hua Xiaomo rolled his eyes, almost lost his anger, but kept a calm smile on his mouth: "Hehe, is there any?" He is not a fairy, he can become beautiful in a few days, who is fooling!

Bai Chen refilled the cup with tea and brought it to Hua Xiaomo's mouth, Hua Xiaomo lazily took it out with his hands tucked into his sleeves, then bowed his head and leaned over to take a sip along the rim of the cup.

This scene made Qiao Yi's jaw almost drop to the ground in shock, no wonder that woman Jin Yun said that her senior brother had changed...

After taking a few sips of hot tea, Hua Xiaomo rubbed his face and sat on the chair beside Bai Chen, shaking his legs and looking at Qiao Yi.

Qiao Yi was also looking at him, and the two looked at him with wide eyes.

"Little Mo'er, you haven't answered the question I asked you just now." Qiao Yi said with a teasing smile, "Do you have any thoughts about Bai Chen?"

Asking such a straightforward question in front of the two parties involved was something that only a brainless person like Qiao Yi could do.

Hua Xiaomo froze, and retorted with a stiff neck: "Nonsense, they are all men, how could it be possible..." The second half of the sentence was directly killed by Bai Chen's gaze.

Although his face was still paralyzed, he always felt that he had noticed a trace of displeasure on Bai Chen's face just now.

Instinctively, not wanting to see that expression on Bai Chen's face, Hua Xiaomo closed her eyes in despair: "I like to sleep with him." There is a hidden big boss sleeping beside him, he can hide behind even if the sky falls.

Snapped

The folding fan in Qiao Yi's hand fell to the ground, pointing at Bai Chen and Hua Xiaomo, he was so shocked that he couldn't even close his mouth, he knew Bai Chen's character, his temperament was weak, he didn't even look at the beautiful Jin Yun, he For a time, he suspected that Bai Chen had something to hide, so the previous sentence was purely a joke.

Thinking of this, Qiao Yi looked at Bai Chen with admiration in his eyes. If you dare to be affectionate, you are good.

When Hua Xiaomo said those words, there was trust and dependence in his eyes that even he didn't know.

However, Bai Chen, who was always paying attention to him, could see clearly, knowing that there was nothing ambiguous about those words, but still felt that his chest was filled with inexplicable warmth.

He didn't reject the strange feeling.

The place where he has lived for more than twenty years is a thatched hut in the depths of Longyuan Valley. He is in contact with flowers, plants, poisonous insects, snakes and ants all day long, and rarely interacts with outsiders. He only has a jade flute for company.

The color of the past years is not as rich as the richness of getting along with the young man in the past few days. It seems that something is breaking and bursting out of the calm and unruffled heart in the past.

The fingers covering the jade flute were slightly bent, and he took out the jade flute after a pause. The sound of the flute rippling from his lips, and a deep and beautiful melody like mountains and flowing water rose, exuding an ancient and long-lasting charm.

Passers-by on the street slowed down uncontrollably when they heard the sound of the flute, forgetting about their external affairs, and only looked up at the half-closed window with an intoxicated and obsessed expression.

Hua Xiaomo was a little obsessed with listening, the sound of the flute in his ears was like a feather stirring his heart and soul, breaking into his heart, everything he had experienced was hooked out, abandonment, begging, starvation, cold, humiliation... ..

In a trance, he felt that something was wrong, but tiredness surged up, unable to resist at all, he lay down on the table and closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep.

It's over, this kid Bai Chen actually used "Dust Dream", Qiao Yi's face was livid, his concentrated internal energy was quickly drained away like a plate of loose sand, a few traces of struggle and annoyance flashed in his eyes, and then gradually became hollow, and he also leaned on the back of the chair I fell asleep.

The sound of the flute stopped, Bai Chen stretched out his index finger and placed it between Hua Xiaomo's eyebrows, the cold voice seemed to come from far away, illusory and ethereal:

"Where did you... come from?"

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The author has something to say:

☆, 12

Hua Xiaomo had a very long dream. From birth to timeless time travel, everything in the first half of his life was played one by one. The feeling of physical and mental exhaustion made him breathless, as if there was a voice whispering in his ears in a daze. The voice tirelessly called for something.

When he woke up, he found himself lying on the bed, while Bai Chen was still sitting on the chair in the same posture, and Qiao Yi left without knowing when.

He grunted vaguely, curled up and shrank vigorously into the warm blanket.

"What time is it?" As soon as he opened his mouth, he realized that his voice was hoarse and his throat hurt, as if his throat had been torn for some reason.

"Huh?" As if fascinated, the man turned his eyes slightly when he heard the voice, his long and narrow eyes were full of confusion and a trace of bewilderment that had not yet faded away, and it took a few moments before he returned to his usual handsomeness.

Hua Xiaomo was completely stunned by Bai Chen's reaction, I'll fuck it!The paralyzed face showed a confused and stupid expression.

He must have not woken up yet, Hua Xiaomo murmured and closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, he saw Bai Chen standing silently by the bedside looking at him with eyes that were too deep to see the bottom. he.

Gulu Gulu swallowed, Hua Xiaomo raised his heart in his throat: "Is something wrong?"

"Not at all." After a brief silence, Bai Chen spoke in a cold voice, staring at Hua Xiaomo with a complicated expression.

Holding hands together under the quilt, Hua Xiaomo's eyes drifted from side to side: "Why did I suddenly fall asleep?"

Bai Chen lowered his eyes and said lightly: "Tired."

As soon as the words fell, Hua Xiaomo yawned shamefully, well, he is very tired, and he has been on his way since passing through.

"I'll sleep again, call me at dinner time." Hua Xiaomo rubbed the quilt lazily, feeling sleepy, feeling like she couldn't get enough sleep.

The boy next to his ear heard the gradual and even breathing, Bai Chen moved his hands hanging on both sides, walked over to tuck up the corner of the quilt, lit a white object no longer than the length of a little finger in the room, and faint smoke lingered and spread throughout the room .Bai Chen stood there waiting for a while, then opened the door and left.

In the middle of the night, Hua Xiaomo, who was sleeping soundly on the bed, suddenly opened his eyes, lifted the quilt mechanically, got up and put on his clothes, and went out, as if being pulled by something, he left the inn and walked on the empty street. His face, body, and thin and thin body seemed to be hidden at any time, only the expression on his face was numb and unconscious.

A small black bug in the snowflakes was very inconspicuous, flapping its small wings and trying to wake up the boy, but failed.

The little insect followed the boy all the way to the foot of the Cangwu Mountain, and went up the mountain one by one.

About an hour after a stick of incense, there was a clear and tragic cry from the mountain.

In the ice and snow, Hua Xiaomo howled miserably, how could he stand in the mountains while sleeping on the bed?Did he sleepwalk?

Large flakes of snowflakes were falling, and the thick snow reflected a dazzling silver-white light under the moonlight. There was no crow and bird in the mountains, and the tranquility was a bit gloomy.

A few solitary dead trees around were bent down under the weight of thick white snow, and they looked extraordinarily lonely in the snow.

Hua Xiaomo sniffled, Dahei didn't know where he died, he didn't even care about his master, and Bai Chen...

He had to question him face to face when he went back, Hua Xiaomo turned around and walked back, but the shoe prints behind him disappeared strangely, he could not help but open his eyes wide, could it be that they flew in before?

There is no mark, and there is snow everywhere, and there is no way to find the way down the mountain. With a broken heart, Hua Xiaomo closed his eyes and chose a random direction.

Stepping forward step by step on the thick snow, every step I took, the boots sank, and I could only see a circle of fur outside the mouth of the boots, and I could hear the creaking sound of the boots stepping on the snow, and a gust of cold wind blew However, he sneezed, rubbed his nose that was red from the cold, and thought of complaining again. After walking for a while and looking back, a series of footprints came into view.

But Hua Xiaomo's mood is getting heavier and heavier. The snow is too heavy. If it is not wiped off in time, it will blur the vision. , the biting cold penetrated into the skin, and he almost trembled as he walked.

The blizzard intensified, Hua Xiaomo's whole body was frozen, and even the movement of breathing became difficult. His eyelashes, face, hair, and body were covered with a layer of ice slag. He stood in front of the stone steps and looked up. Looking at the stone steps that seemed to lead directly to Abi Hell, he quickly and decisively turned around and ran away.

After a while, Hua Xiaomo came back to the bottom of the stone steps again out of breath, sat down on the snow, and irritatedly tore through Da Da's hair, it's over, he must be lost!Bai Chen found out that he was missing, would he brave the heavy snow to come out to look for him, would he?Most definitely.

comforted myself