Proud of the rivers and lakes

Fu Jinghong was drunk.

He woke up again.

Drunk life, dreams and death, can't make a person drunk for a lifetime, sober up, everything is still the same.

After getting drunk, Fu Jinghong returned to the Valley of Broken Sleeve.

He found a remote place in the forest near Broken Sleeve Valley. There happened to be an abandoned wooden house there. It seemed that someone once lived here, but that person seemed to have left for a long time. There were tables and stools in the house. All covered with thick ash.

Fu Jinghong cleaned the wooden house hastily and stayed there.

Outside the wooden house is a small forest, and further ahead is a cliff, where you can see the surrounding scenery clearly, it can be said that you can see all the mountains at a glance.

Behind the wooden house is a small stream with clear water and gurgling water, and there are weeping willows beside the stream.

Fu Jinghong smiled in his heart, this can be regarded as being close to mountains and rivers.

He sleeps in the wooden house at night, and plays in the forest in the morning. When he is thirsty, he drinks from the stream, and when he is hungry, he eats some wild fruits. Naturally, there are many hares and wild chickens in the forest, and he can eat some wild game from time to time. The days are also considered carefree and intentional.

Occasionally he will think of all the things that happened before, and he will feel melancholy and sigh.

Sometimes he also feels that maybe all this is just a dream, and now he is just waking up from a big dream.

Everything is just a dream, or a dream.

Fu Jinghong stood on the edge of the cliff, watching the sun go down and the sun set.

What happened in the past just let him go, everything yesterday is like death yesterday, and everything tomorrow is like life tomorrow.

Apart from life and death, which one in this world is not an idle matter?

Life and death, life is over, why bother?

On this day, Fu Jinghong picked some wild fruits from the mountain, and killed a wild rabbit, picked up some fallen leaves, and roasted the wild rabbit by the stream.

He first cut the wild rabbit's skin with a polished sharp stone, and then removed the internal organs. After washing the blood with stream water, he began to eat wild fruits washed with stream water, while roasting the rabbit meat .

After eating a few wild fruits, the rabbit meat was almost roasted. After Fu Jinghong extinguished the fire with stream water, he took out the honey he found in the forest and spread a thick layer on the rabbit meat.

Before that, he found a beehive on a tree in the forest. After spending some effort to get the bees away, he packed the honey in the hive into a wine jar and prepared to eat it slowly.

Later, he caught a few rabbits in the forest to eat, and found that there was no condiment that tasted bad, so he put his mind on this honey. Sure enough, once after roasting the rabbits and getting some honey, it was really delicious. After that, he used it There is some honey in a porcelain bottle. When you are hungry, you can eat the honey with the rabbit.

The roasted golden-yellow rabbit meat and the thick layers of honey on it will make people appetite.

Fu Jinghong took a sip of the stream water and began to eat honey rabbit meat.

It's okay to live a lifetime in such a carefree and comfortable way.

Fu Jinghong ate up the rabbit meat in two or three strokes. After taking a sip of the stream water, he looked at himself and found that his clothes were stained with dust, so he planned to take a bath.

Before he returned to Broken Sleeve Valley, he bought a few sets of clothes in the clothing store in the small town outside, so he didn't worry about not having any clothes to change at the moment.

So he went back to the stone house, took a suit of clothes, and turned to take a bath.

The creek originated from the mountain, and at the end of the stream is a small pool not far from the stone house. Although it is a still pool of water, the water in the pool is clear and clean because of the replenishment of running water all the year round. Fu Jinghong often goes there Take a shower there.

The water in the small pool is slightly cooler, cooler than the water in the stream, so it can be called a cold pool.

After Fu Jinghong took off his clothes, he jumped into the cold pool, closed his eyes and was still washing his body with the cold pool water.

The stream water is cold but not biting, which makes people very comfortable.

Fu Jinghong half-closed his eyes for a nap, but suddenly heard footsteps.

It was very slight, but Fu Jinghong heard it immediately.

He paused, then turned his head to look at the person who had come.

The visitor was dressed in black clothes, his eyes were like dark ink, and he fixedly looked at Fu Jinghong who was in the cold pool.

"Brother..."

"finally found you."

Fu Jinghong looked at Leng Qixuan standing on the bank, sighed, and said with a light smile, "Long time no see, Second Junior Brother."

Leng Qixuan took a deep look at Fu Jinghong, and suddenly walked slowly into the water.

"Brother, we have been looking for you for a long time..."

Leng Qixuan's voice was low and hoarse, and he slowly approached Fu Jinghong.

Fu Jinghong paused, and said: "I said, I will return to the Valley of Broken Sleeve."

Leng Qixuan walked up to Fu Jinghong, put his arms around Fu Jinghong, and buried his head on his shoulder.

"We can't find you anywhere. In the Devil's Cult, after Murong Lin's death, we couldn't find you anyway." Leng Qixuan's voice was muffled.

"We thought you..." He didn't continue, but raised his head and looked at Fu Jinghong, with a little panic and fear in his eyes.

Fu Jinghong suddenly felt a softness somewhere in his heart, and looked at Leng Qixuan with a light smile and said, "Isn't it good now?"

Leng Qixuan didn't speak any more, and reached out to hug Fu Jinghong even tighter, resting his head on Fu Jinghong's shoulder.

"By the way, you were in Situ Villa before, why did you suddenly go to the Demon Cult?" Fu Jinghong suddenly thought of a question.

Leng Qixuan didn't raise his head, but still buried his head on Fu Jinghong's shoulder, and said in a muffled voice, "...that Hua Qingliu said that you went to the Demon Sect."

Fu Jinghong frowned, why did Hua Qingliu trick Leng Qixuan and Bai Lianhua into going to the Demon Sect?Then he realized that if his two juniors hadn't gone to the Devil's Cult, he wouldn't have gone there either. It seemed that Hua Qingliu had planned to lure him there from the beginning.

Although he didn't know how Hua Qingliu persuaded Leng Qixuan and Bai Lianhua, he didn't plan to entangle this issue any longer. Murong Lin was dead, so what happened to Hua Qingliu had nothing to do with him.

"Brother, we have been searching for a long time in the Devil's Cult, but we haven't found you." Leng Qixuan hugged Fu Jinghong tightly, his voice hoarse.

"We've been looking for a long time, but we haven't found you..."

"If I still can't find you when I go back to Broken Sleeve Valley, what should I do..."

Fu Jinghong paused, and said softly: "You will find it, look, you have already found it."

"What if I can't find it?" Leng Qixuan lowered his head and asked tremblingly.

"...I will come to you."

Leng Qixuan finally raised his head, looked at Fu Jinghong fixedly, and said, "Brother, let's just live in seclusion here and never leave again, okay?"

Fu Jinghong smiled and said: "Okay." He paused, looking at Leng Qixuan's eyes that seemed to be slightly red.

Then Leng Qixuan lowered his head again, hugged Fu Jinghong tightly, and buried his head on Fu Jinghong's shoulder.

The water in the cold pool was slightly cool, and the two hugged each other quietly in the pool.

The two were relatively silent until Fu Jinghong felt that the skin on his shoulder seemed to be wet.

He paused and said softly, "Let's go back."

But Leng Qixuan suddenly raised his head to look at him, and said: "Senior brother, we..." The corners of his eyes were reddish, his words choked up, and tears rolled down from the corners of his eyes.

Fu Jinghong was startled, he never expected that his second junior brother who always looked indifferent... cried.

But Leng Qixuan suddenly moved closer to Fu Jinghong's face, licking and kissing the corner of his mouth.

Fu Jinghong was at a loss for a moment, the second junior brother actually cried...

Leng Qixuan kissed and then put his hand into Fu Jinghong's clothes.

The corners of his eyes were still red, but his hands were carelessly touching Fu Jinghong's skin. His hands were hot, almost burning the skin on Fu Jinghong's back.

Seeing his appearance like this, Fu Jinghong didn't want to stretch out his hand to push him away.

Fu Jinghong's heart softened, but Leng Qixuan turned him over and drove him straight in.

Fu Jinghong hadn't acted like a woman for a long time, and this time he was driven straight in, so naturally he accepted it badly for a while, and subconsciously tightened his rear.

Leng Qixuan squeezed in just now, and was still excited, but he immediately vomited after being pinched by Fu Jinghong.

Feeling the scorching heat gushing out, Fu Jinghong paused, and couldn't help but burst out laughing for a moment.

Leng Qixuan froze and didn't move.

Fu Jinghong laughed for a while, felt that this was a little bad, so he also stopped.

Leng Qixuan softened the thing and it was still inside Fu Jinghong, the two of them maintained this posture and stood silently for a while, they were relatively speechless.

It wasn't until Leng Qixuan's thing hardened again that he hugged Fu Jinghong tightly from behind as if venting his anger, leaned forward, and penetrated deep into it all at once.

Fu Jinghong yelled at the top, then was startled by his own strange voice, and couldn't help laughing out loud again.

Leng Qixuan got angry, clasped Fu Jinghong's waist tightly, and pushed forward with all his strength.

Fu Jinghong felt his back was itchy from Leng Qixuan's drooping hair, but he could only hold back his laughter, but soon he no longer had such worries, Leng Qixuan's offensive I worked harder and harder, and with the lubrication of the pool water, I pushed into the deepest point every time.

Fu Jinghong gradually felt pleasure, and the tingling feeling made his eyes blurred.

"Senior brother, I'm so scared that I can't find you..." Leng Qixuan said hoarsely.

Fu Jinghong was pushed to the innermost side all of a sudden, and couldn't help but let out an ah.

"I'm so scared……"

Fu Jinghong didn't need to look back, he knew that Leng Qixuan must have red eyes again.

He didn't understand, why did his second junior brother like to cry so much?

Obviously before, in the past ten years, Second Junior Brother had never shed a single tear...at least in front of him.

He didn't know if his second junior brother had shed tears because of something when he didn't know, but in his memory, the second junior brother who had an indifferent face as soon as he entered the valley and never smiled at others, also He never showed his soft side to anyone.

Leng Qixuan has never shown weakness to anyone, he is always like a sharp sword that has not been drawn out of its sheath, restraining all the edges, but he will never let others see his weakness.

But that second junior brother, who was always cold, showed his weak side in front of him unreservedly, and his eyes turned red in front of him.

It turned out that his second junior brother also had such a weak side.

The man did not shed tears, but he did not go to the sad place.

His second junior brother's heartache turned out to be... him.

Fu Jinghong's heart trembled, and his heart felt inexplicably hot.

"When I couldn't find you in the Devil's Cult, I was thinking...if you died..."

Leng Qixuan said hoarsely.

"I will be with you..."

Fu Jinghong's heart trembled slightly, feeling that the piece of skin touched by Leng Qixuan was extremely hot.

"Up to the poor and down to the underworld, I will be with you..."

Fu Jinghong paused, then suddenly said softly: "Okay."

"Whether it's going to hell or reincarnation, I will be with you, life and death."

"it is good……"

Fu Jinghong responded in a low voice, he felt hot tears sliding down his back, almost burning his skin.