Shi Yun Ⅱ Sings Crickets Last Night

"Master, I'm eighteen, you don't want to wish me a birthday?" Xuan Zifeng almost put his pocket watch on the tip of Song Yun's nose.

Song Yun finally swallowed this breath, said "Congratulations on the birthday", and slapped Xuan Zifeng's hand away.

"Hey! Don't drop it, the graduation commemoration is broken and it will be gone." Xuan Zifeng stuffed the pocket watch back, grabbed Song Yun's sleeve and said, "Master, don't you express your meaning on my birthday? Are you just empty-handed?"

For some reason, Song Yun actually laughed, "Why, if I'm empty-handed, shouldn't you ask me to pay you in the next step?"

Those ambiguous gossips that twisted and twisted have long been tired of playing, have you ever fooled Song Yun, who used to be an oiran jade dragonfly?

"Here, I can't hide anything from Master, what I think, Master can tell by moving his hair, isn't it 'teacher's understanding'?" Xuan Zifeng took Song Yun's hand and put it on his chest, trying to use a few The heartbeat that is about to boil warms those cold hands.

Song Yun raised his hand and flicked it on his forehead, "You wipe the forehead, the beads of the Erlong Xizhu are evil spirit jade, and the embroidery thread of each color is soaked in the spirit stone powder of the five elements. You silver crown, Haichenyin spirit stones are made of spirit stones. They are all spiritual tools that can strengthen the spiritual power of body protection. Isn't that enough?"

Before Xuan Zifeng could say something to tease him, Song Yun said all the things that came to his mind.

"Yes, I prepared a congratulatory gift for you a long time ago, hoping that you will grow up well. I will protect you wherever you go. I forgive you for being young and spoiling you. May you be free and love you. Xuan Zifeng, Are you satisfied?"

In the past, when he was young, Song Yun lived under the shackles of loyalty and filial piety, unable to move.After finally being able to do whatever he wanted, he was afraid of hurting his still young sweetheart.So, he built his own cage, willing to restrain the feelings that should not be restrained.

Now, Xuan Zifeng finally ate away his last shackles. This bastard chicken still doesn't know what kind of turbulent heart tide is hidden, stored, and blocked in the embankment of thousands of miles that collapsed in the ant's nest.

"Master..."

It's one thing to say unabashed love, another to hear it.

Xuan Zifeng originally thought that even if Song Yun could accept him, he had to offer him carefully before Song Yun was willing to give him some color.The heart of this confession was so hot that Xuan Zifeng never dared to think about it.

The reality that was tens of thousands of times better than the fantasy hit his heart, Xuan Zifeng couldn't bear it, so he could only stand there in a daze.

His face was also hot, his body was also stiff, and he couldn't move, except for the heart that was stuck to Song Yun's palm through the jacket and was beating non-stop.

"Silly boy, I'm tired and I can't make a fuss anymore."

Saying that, Song Yun's hand on Xuan Zifeng's heart slowly moved upwards, grabbing Xuan Zifeng's shoulder along his chest.

He raised his hand to hold Xuan Zifeng's face, rubbed his thumb gently, and coaxed: "Hey, don't grind me."

It was a kiss of tea and cedar.

The soft lips came with a faint fragrance, which was warm, not like cold hands at all.

In the unexpected lingering, Xuan Zifeng felt a little unreal in his heart. He first slowly raised his hand to rest on Song Yun's back, lowered his eyes as if confirming something, and then hugged Song Yun tightly. waist.

Those who have suffered a lot taste sweet, making people dizzy, and adding to the feeling of being slightly drunk without even touching a drop of wine.

Song Yun blinked his eyes slightly, and his transparent white eyelashes brushed gently on his face.It made Xuan Zifeng's heart itchy at first, then numb, crisp again, and finally melted.

They are all people who have been missing for a long time, how can they be lingering?

With a completely shapeless heart, Xuan Zifeng pursed his moist lips, trying to pass through such a sweet entanglement, leaving a secret word that only the person in his arms could interpret, telling his yearning and admiration.

Xuan Zifeng carefully knocked open the half-hidden front teeth, inviting the sweetness and softness inside.

The warmth is happy to go to the appointment, letting the tea and cedar fragrance soak into each other.

Gradually, under the slippery and cool jacquard silk, the cool body seemed to warm up.I don't know if it's because Xuan Zifeng's heat is passed on from close to him, or because Song Yun's heart is silently starting a prairie fire.

After indulging for a long time, Song Yun's cold hand suddenly slipped into Xuan Zifeng's collar, causing Xuan Zifeng's back to tremble from the cold, and then the lips of the two separated.

Song Yun smiled slyly, wiped away the moisture from the corner of his mouth, turned around and poured two cups of tea for the two, leaving only Xuan Zifeng with a "little tail" behind him.

When he turned around and handed over tea that was smoking with white smoke, he took advantage of the opportunity to lightly scratch Xuan Zifeng's palm.It made Xuan Zifeng still have a little bit of confusion and drunken consciousness, and he got a little bit over the top again.

First, he pushed Xuan Zifeng away, and then gave him some ambiguous sweetness as if to appease.

--ah!Anyone who has been an oiran will know it!

These careful tricks Xuan Zifeng was very useful, he took the hot tea and sipped lightly, staring at Song Yun with red and swollen lips.

The man's brows were affectionate, his eyes were moist, and his brows were moving, reflecting Xuan Zifeng's shadow, and sometimes he was ashamed to escape, but every time he looked away, he returned to Xuan Zifeng after a while, bringing With unspeakable sweetness and tenderness.

"Xuan Zifeng, maybe when you need help from others, I happen to be in that position and reach out to you. But I don't want you to bet all your hopes and happiness on me. I can't be your only life-saving straw, enough There should be many, many things that support you."

His hand that turns the teacup is messy and flattering, betraying the spring tide in his heart one by one, and the restlessness, uneasiness and longing that he suppressed, emerge from the illusion of tranquility at the tip of the iceberg.

"Love must be when you are not bound by existence." Song Yun looked at Xuan Zifeng and said, "I was your teacher before, but I won't be anymore. I'm just someone you love, okay? "

Xuan Zifeng squatted gently beside Song Yun's feet, put his hands on Song Yun's knees, and looked up at the gentle snow-haired red pupils.

Sure enough, this is his little master who always thinks of him.

"You mean, you don't want me to be successful without you, and you don't want me to be grateful and obedient to you, right?" Xuan Zifeng put his chin on the back of his hand and winked at Song Yun with his head tilted.

Song Yun raised his hand to stroke Xuan Zifeng's head, and said with a smile: "It can be understood in this way."

He continued: "You will have friends who support you, ambitions you want to achieve, and people who love you in the distant places you plan to go. Xuan Zifeng, you already have many, many such things, and there will be more many."

"Yeah." Xuan Zifeng sat on the ground, pillowing Songyun's knee, "I understand what Master said. It's just that I want a title that no one else has. Your old name has been discarded, and anyone can call you. I want to have a 'Master', but you refuse to give it."

Unexpectedly, there was a stubborn little thought hidden in this "Master", Song Yun smiled lightly and scratched the tip of Xuan Zifeng's delicate nose, "If Minger sees Caier, don't you have to quarrel with her?" Shizun?"

When the word "Cai'er" fell into his ears, Xuan Zifeng suddenly thought of something, rubbed Song Yun's knees, and looked at him with a bit of resentment, "That's not the case, it's just that the master is really eccentric and left me alone one!"

The fairy man was wronged and began to kill him again.

"If it's biased, it can only be that I favor you. How could it be left out? Are you the only one with the spirit puppet? Isn't the maple tree in the courtyard the only one for you?" Earlobe, gently pull outward.

Xuan Zifeng pushed away Song Yun's knee and got up and said, "Who in the Shenmu School did you call by name and surname? Not to mention that the one you passed down personally was called 'Cai'er' and 'Luo Luo', and the other disciples were also called 'Qingping'." Feixu''Yifan'?"

This is really Song Yun's negligence.

In the past, due to my status as a spy, I always had to be on guard, and I got used to not being very intimate.But now that the undercover chick has become a deep-rooted chick, Song Yun can't see Xuan Zifeng being wronged.

"Okay, you want something unique, right?"

While the ink on the inkstone was still wet, Song Yun pondered carefully, picked up a pen and wrote two elegant characters on the rice paper.

Xuan Zifeng hugged Song Yun's waist from behind, rested his chin on Song Yun's shoulder, and looked at the table.

【Pheasant】

Song Yun raised his hand to cover Xuan Zifeng's around his waist, tilted his head and softly called "Pheasant" in Xuan Zifeng's ear.

The shallow breath hit Xuan Zifeng's ear, sending the charming call into the numb brain.

"Does Jilang still like it?"

The honest reaction caused Song Yun's expression to change slightly, and then he laughed "Chi Chi", "It seems that I like it."

No way, the chick is still young.

Xuan Zifeng couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed. Just now he maintained a good image in front of Song Yun, he was so wantonly offended, and he was so excited that he couldn't control himself when he called out.

——Wouldn’t the favor be lost?

So, Xuan Zifeng touched his nose and backed away gently, walked to the window alone to blow the cold wind to cool down his red and hot face.

Unexpectedly, Song Yun raised his hand and turned off all the spirit stone lamps in the house and yard.

The light was too bright, and the dim moonlight was enough at this time.

In this way, the concealed love and ignorance dare to flow wantonly in the dark.

Xuan Zifeng's shoulders trembled slightly at the sound of approaching footsteps.

"Pheasant."

Song Yun walked forward lightly, he stood behind Xuan Zifeng, gently put his hand on the window frame, next to Xuan Zifeng's hand.

They were very close, but clearly did not touch, after all, there was a thin layer of air between them.

But it was nothing short of a hug.

"Pheasant." Song Yun raised his head from behind, whispering in Xuan Zifeng's ear...

It should be to appeal to the heartfelt love, and the original thought is innocent, but this river does not cross the boat, leaving nothing but hatred.

He had never said such sweet words to anyone, neither Zhuo Yingtian nor all kinds of benefactors, because none of them was the person who brought him back from the desolation and deadness in his heart, and they were not his comrades.

……

When Xuan Zifeng piously and excitedly bathed in incense and cleaned his hands, followed the dim lights and came back, he suddenly found that Song Yun's bedroom had changed.

The ground that was originally full of books has become a pool of water with lotus lanterns and fallen flowers.

The small boats in the pool are hung with lights, and the warm light is pleasant, floating on the clear reflection.

——! ! !

Xuan Zifeng was stunned at the door.

He knew that this scene was that Shen Meng who was still in Shenmu School a long time ago.

"What, are you scared? This is a 'spiritual illusion', which is nothing more than superimposing illusion into reality."

Half of the jade arm wrapped in silk raised the red gauze curtain, and snow hair flowed out like a waterfall.Together with these, what floats out of the tent is the scent of cedar, mixed with the sweetness of coconut milk.

"Didn't you say that it feels unreal, like a dream?" Song Yun's eyes are full of nostalgia and tenderness.

The red gauze fluttered beside his face, stroking the shoulders and neck exposed in the open cardigan from time to time.

"Then let's make dreams come true."

"Jingle Bell"!

There is a silver bell ringing.

When he first met, Xuan Zifeng didn't recognize the silver bell on his feet, but now he already knew that it was the imprint of Song Yun's "Jade Dragonfly" period.Yuzu is as white as a dream, but not flawless in the illusion.There is a horrific scar on the back of the left ankle, and the right foot is wrapped in silk to hide it.

What is exposed is honesty, what is hidden is shyness.

Instead, both "honesty" and "shyness" were withdrawn amidst the silver bell.

Song Yun smiled lowly, turned around and put down the gauze curtain, letting the clothes half hang up, making the appearance of the fragrant shoulders blurred by the red silk.

"What are you doing in a daze?" Song Yun turned his head to look at Xuan Zifeng, with silky smiles over his shoulders.

Stepping over the calm water, causing waves that could overturn the lanterns, Xuan Zifeng rushed to the little master in his heart, just like Shen Meng many years ago.

But, this time it's not just a dream.

The one in my arms is my true sweetheart.

It's like lighting a lamp in the endless night to welcome a returning guest covered in wind and frost.Although this returning person is not exactly what it was when he left.

But no matter what the situation after the separation will be, Guiren will still receive a warm and sincere welcome.Even though the bulging veins looked a little fierce and ferocious, in Song Yun's eyes, he was still lovable.

It was too warm, it almost killed Xuan Zifeng.

"Spring water and pine wind" and "Lin Lai spring rhyme".

Every time he heard Song Yun's voice, these two words always popped up in Xuan Zifeng's mind.A little deserted and unattainable.

But now, Xuan Zifeng didn't think so.

The spring water is not cold, it is warm wine, it is a pool of spring river tide water.

The pine wind is not cold, it is a warm spring breeze, a gust of warm wind that infuses people.

Xuan Zifeng leaned over, his lips parted slightly.

"Song Yun."

no mr.

"Dragonfly."

It was the young lady who called Chenghuan tactfully.

"I miss you." Song Yun buried her head in Xuan Zifeng's neck, and said so fragilely.Then he could no longer utter complete words.

He cried, not because of sadness.

The language is so barren, even if Song Yun is eloquent and eloquent, at this moment, he can't express his concern and longing for Guiren, his inexhaustible nostalgia and tenderness.

"Me too." Xuan Zifeng's hoarse response fell on Song Yun's ears, and warm sweat fell on Song Yun's heart.Then, a light kiss fell on the slightly parted lips of the man, "Master, I miss you so much."

How could Xuan Zifeng not understand?How can he express his yearning and attachment to this person clearly in a few words.

Without the existence of Song Yun, Xuan Zifeng couldn't imagine what kind of person he would become, ghost or ghost.

The little beast struggling in the sewer sewage was pulled into the sunlight bit by bit.Song Yun washed his dirty fluff, fed him with fragrant food, protected him, and waited for him to grow into his original appearance slowly.

In the dark days, it was Song Yun who gave him the meaning of existence and the direction of his efforts.

The long-lasting cedar fragrance in memory is Xuan Zifeng's longing and fantasy throughout his youth, the source of his warmth and secret joy, and the pure land he longs for but cannot find.

Now, this person has become Xuan Zifeng's sweetheart and bosom.

Such a good, such a good person.

What did Xuan Zifeng want to say, and what could he say?

Therefore, Xuan Zifeng could only respond, confide, and vent his angry mood and desire in the same way, washing away all the pain of the person in his arms with joy.

Concerned about the chaotic heart, Xuan Zifeng looked at the seductive red pupils, and said slowly.

"Master, I love you."

Song Yun, who had waited for this sentence for a long time, heard it, but had no room to respond.

After a long time, Song Yun came back to his senses, resisting his mind that was on the verge of losing control again, and said, "I love you too."

Xuan Zifeng gently scraped off the melting snow on his shoulders with his fingers, and tasted the coming of spring in front of Song Yun.

This is also his hidden desire for monopoly.

No one has tasted it except him, Xuan Zifeng.

The night is still long.

Don't be afraid of the autumn wind killing outside the curtain, and don't be afraid of the biting cold of winter ice.

The spring tent inside the house is warm.

Yes, the night is still long...

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Jizai’s Lefengtang branch—information that is currently available to the public

pheasant

Commonly known as "pheasant".The male has a long tail and bright and beautiful feathers.Good at walking but not flying for long.The meat can be eaten, and the feathers can be used as decorations.Habitat in open woodlands and fields.

雉郎

Collectively referred to as "Xuanzifeng" and "Chicken".Cultivate eight feet, and look extremely beautiful.Shantian wandered around and couldn't leave Baoyu City for a long time.The muscles are strong and beautiful, and cedar and red maple do not live there.

(礻转) son

Pronounced xuán (second tone) is a petticoat, which often appears under the loose robes of men's clothing in the Ming Dynasty.