The Taste of Ghosts in the World

"Did I do something wrong?" Crow leaned on Qi Zong's shoulder with dim drunk eyes, with a lonely expression, "I shouldn't have let the little black snake leave with Xuanshui, and now I won't..."

"It's not your fault, it's his fate, and it's also your fate. Everyone has their own path." Qi Zong patted his head and took away the wine glass that he could hardly hold.

"But...but how could he do this! I hatched him, raised him, sent him to learn his skills, and hoped that he would come back to accompany me...I really have no conscience..."

Xu Shi was very drunk and talked too much about the past, it was rare for the crow to let go of his guard, and acted childishly.

Qi Zong couldn't help laughing, and gently stroked his head, like comforting a tantrum puppy.

"If I knew it, I wouldn't have picked him up. I thought the egg was a cute little bird, but it turned out to be a naked, dead child!"

"I didn't want to pick up his... just... just..."

"I know," Qi Zong said softly, "You're just too lonely..."

Crow's body froze suddenly, and after a long time, he finally uttered a sentence: "Qi Zong, you are always alone, don't you feel lonely?"

"No." He answered quickly, so fast that the crow couldn't react, "Because I have you by my side." Qi Zong smiled.

Crow was stunned, his face was a little hot, and he immediately turned his head stiffly, "I am a noble fairy, how can I be by a human being's company."

Qi Zong seemed not to hear, "Let's spend the Mid-Autumn Festival together in the future."

"..."

"OK?"

"……Humph!"

"Then you agree."

...

The next morning, when Ya woke up in bed, Qi Zong had already gone out.Supporting his hangover head, he found a note on the bedside table: There is tea on the table, wait for me to come back at noon to cook.

When I walked into the living room, there was indeed a pot of green tea on the table. I touched the wall of the pot and it was still warm.

Suddenly there was a strange feeling in my heart, a little warm and a little itchy. I didn't understand what it was. Crow shook his head in confusion, picked up the teapot and drank heavily, and went back to his room to continue sleeping.

As soon as Qi Zong's key was inserted into the keyhole, he woke up. At the same time, he felt the breath outside of Qi Zong, so he got up and turned back into a thrush. Just as Qi Zong entered the door, he flapped his injured wings and jumped on the table.

Following behind Qi Zong was a handsome young woman, she was taken aback when she saw Thrush, and then asked with a smile: "Who is this?"

"His name is Crow."

The woman teased: "Seeing you coming back in such a hurry, I thought there was a lover waiting at home, but it turned out to be a beautiful thrush."

"Yes, I came back to serve it." Qi Zong winked at the crow, in exchange for the other party's disdainful eyes.

"Okay, okay, the things have been delivered for you, so I won't bother you." The woman said as she put the vegetables in her hand on the table, and turned to leave.

"Yun Shu..." Qi Zong stopped her.

"Ok?"

"Don't be too sad."

The woman's eyes dimmed, and she said with a wry smile, "I know."

With the sound of the door closing, the thrush on Qi Zong's shoulder fell to the ground and turned into a delicate silver-haired handsome man. He pointed to the door and asked with great interest: "Qi Zong, is that your partner?"

"Guess~"

"That's not it."

"..."

"She is obviously a woman, but her breath is very unique, unlike the human females I have seen before." Little Thrush seemed very interested in this woman.

"She's my childhood sweetheart." Qi Zong paused, "She's a policeman."

"What is a policeman?" Crow was puzzled.

"It's just...about the same as a fast catcher."

"I see." Crow nodded, then remembered what Qi Zong said just now, "Why did you tell her not to be too sad?"

"Her boyfriend is also a policeman, and he died in an anti-drug mission not long ago..." Qi Zong sighed, "We were about to get married."

"What is sacrifice?"

"...is dead."

"Oh, your human life is so short, and you die so easily..." Crow pursed his lips and didn't know what he was thinking about. Just when Qi Zong thought that this proud fairy would feel sorry for the death of human beings occasionally, he He snorted and said: "It's too fragile, it's really not as good as our monster clan."

"..."

"Hurry up and cook," Little Thrush patted Qi Zong's back impatiently, and told his human nanny, "I'm hungry."

"..." Qi Zong smiled helplessly, it was still too much for this demon who had lived for thousands of years to understand love in the world.

"What are you laughing at?" Crow seemed to see what he meant, and asked, "Do you think I don't understand anything?"

The proud Yaoxian raised her delicate jaw as usual, but her tone revealed a guilty conscience.He hasn't left the demon world for too long, and the current world is very strange to him, so strange that he doesn't even know what a "television" is, and he doesn't know how to take an elevator...

Here he is only familiar with Qi Zong, and the baby bird-like sense of dependence makes him pay more attention to Qi Zong's attitude towards him subconsciously.

I don't know if Qi Zong saw this, but the temperature from his hand on the crow's shoulder reassured the sensitive friends from other worlds.He patted Crow's shoulder lightly, "Don't worry, I'm here. I'll tell you everything you want to know."

The voice is not loud, but gentle and firm.

Crow was slightly taken aback, his heart suddenly went numb, and he slapped his hand away in a panic, accusing arrogantly: "You mean that I don't understand anything!"

Qi Zong chuckled: "I just like that you don't understand anything~"

Thrush gritted her teeth, "Damn human!"

Day after day, the crow finally ushered in the day when the bandages would be removed. Qi Zong carefully held his wings to wash off the medicine residue on the feathers.

"Okay, let's see if we can fly."

Huamei slowly spread out her beautiful wings, flapped them a few times, and easily flew into the air, happily flew around Qi Zong twice, and finally landed on his shoulder.

When eating at night, Crow used to hold the spoon with his left hand. Suddenly, he was taken aback, looked at his intact right hand, and changed the spoon again.

The feeling of using his right hand again was both strange and familiar, and he stretched out his hand towards the food with stiff movements.

"Let's use chopsticks, what about a spoon." Qi Zong advised him.

"What's wrong with the spoon? Can't I just use the spoon?" Crow became angry from embarrassment.

Qi Zong snickered, "It's nothing to be ashamed of not being able to use chopsticks, I'll help you." As he said that, he wanted to pick up vegetables for him as usual.

"No, my wings are ready." Crow subconsciously said.

Qi Zong was stunned, the chopsticks stopped in mid-air awkwardly, paused, and put them back embarrassingly.It suddenly occurred to me that his injury has healed, so he should go back, right?

Crow was also secretly annoyed, but he didn't know what to say to remedy it. Then he thought about it again, he is a fairy, when did he care about the thoughts of a small human being...Although...Although it is his savior...

The two were thinking about each other, neither of them spoke, and finished a meal in silence for the first time.

The next day when Qi Zong came home from work, he smelled the familiar smell of alcohol as soon as he entered the door. He went straight to the balcony, and sure enough, he saw Little Thrush sitting there holding his privately kept wine jar, her silver hair and wide sleeves facing the wind. The flicking made Qi Zong instantly feel like he was about to spread his wings and fly away, and he couldn't help but rush forward a few steps.

Hearing the sound of footsteps, the crow turned his head, smiled at him, and then beckoned to let him pass.

Qi Zong was shaken by his smile and his heart beat a little faster, he gently sat down beside him, and stuffed him with a wine glass.

"Qi Zong, we won't eat today, you can drink with me."

"Okay." Qi Zong agreed without thinking, took the wine glass and drank it down.

"Not bad." Crow patted his leg with satisfaction, "Today we're going to kill this jar!"

Qi Zong looked at the wine jar with distress, "I have hidden this wine for five years."

Crow raised his eyebrows, "Reluctant to let me drink?"

"... How is it possible! You can drink as much as you want."

"That's what you said~" Ya proudly raised the jar and poured it into his mouth.

"Slow down." Qi Zong grabbed the jar, "Your injury is just right, don't drink so much."

"You said just now that you can drink as much as you want!" Crow became anxious and reached out to grab it.

"You have to drink it slowly, how can you drink it like this? This is cow drink!"

"What's bullshit? I'm a thrush!"

...

After a while of scrambling, with a sound of "dong", Qi Zong put the jar on the ground, caught the crow that was about to pounce on it, and hooped him into his arms.

Immediately, both of them stopped their movements and stared at each other.

After being silent for a while, Crow suddenly laughed, slapped Qi Zong's head, straightened up, and put his forehead against his, and said in a low voice, "Qi Zong, if I've been away for a long, long time, will you still remember me?" ?”

Little Thrush blinked lightly, his eyes were a little foggy, there was almost no distance between them at this moment, and the hot breath he exhaled when he spoke was all on Qi Zong's face.

"Yes." Qi Zong didn't dodge, looking straight at him.

"Would you still smile at me, cook for me, and let me drink your treasured wine?"

"It will..." Qi Zong hugged him around his waist, and assured him, "I will."

"That's good."

The crow smiled faintly, climbed up from him, flipped his fingers, and turned into a feather.

"You take this, if you encounter any trouble in the future, just burn it, and I will come to help you."

Qi Zong looked down at the feather, wanted to say something, but stopped, just reached out and took it silently.

That night, Qi Zong couldn't remember how late they were drinking, anyway, the sun was already high when he woke up the next day.

The goblin who was drinking with them was no longer in the room.

Looking at the paper box on the table that had been prepared for the injured thrush, he couldn't hide his disappointment.

That day, he turned off all his work and sat alone on the balcony, holding in his arms the empty wine jar that had been cellared for five years.

The wind blew the white curtains around him, and there seemed to be a hint of the sweetness of wine in the air.