The cat master of this seat

Song Shiyue choked and was successfully led away.

He dawdled and hugged the master again, a little embarrassed: "No, it's not that I don't want to see the master."

He murmured, and the more he said, the softer he was: "It's because I want Master..."

"Ok?"

He explained in a low voice, apprehensive and uneasy.

Talking about his dream, in the dream, the master kissed him and hugged him, saying that he was happy with him.

Coaxing him over and over again.

Said that he was immersed in it, knowing that it was a dream, but he didn't want to wake up, and felt that it was fine just like that, and he was already very satisfied.

Yun Chi's teeth were a little itchy, and he wanted to bite. Every night he was beside him and chatted to him, and he actually lingered in his dreams.

But his chest was full of sweetness, so in the end he could only stick a stick on his face affectionately.

"Not a dream."

It was he who was addicted to replaying the scene in Cold Spring that day over and over again in his memories.

"Now I know." Song Shiyue lowered his head and gently kissed the tip of the master's nose.

But these days he really couldn't sleep at night, Yun Chi snorted: "If you didn't hear his name, when are you going to wake up?"

"I must wake up today."

Yun Chi didn't understand the meaning of his words, but Tu'er had already gathered the quilt and said that he was going to sleep.

When he raised his head in confusion, he saw that Song Shiyue had already closed his eyes.

Yunchi had no choice but to give up.

It was just dawn, Yun Chi felt light when he was half asleep and half awake, Tuer moved his arms away, and carefully lifted the quilt and sat up.

The slight movement still woke Yun Chi up, and he stretched out his hand to pull him with half-closed eyes.

"Master is awake?" Song Shiyue held his hand and sent him back to the warm blanket, leaning over and pouring a piece of warmth on his forehead.

Song Shiyue lightly covered his eyes with his palms, and coaxed, "Sleep a little longer."

Yun Chi was in a daze, and was coaxed to close his eyes again, and when he opened them again, the sky was already bright.

There is nothing around.

He shouted: "Shiyue."

No one responded.

After packing himself up and going out, Yun Chi looked around and found smoke curling from the chimney of the small kitchen.

Song Shiyue is cooking?

Yun Chi purposely hid his breath, and walked lightly to the small kitchen.

Song Shiyue fell asleep these days, and Yun Chi was not in the mood to cook, he hadn't been to the small kitchen yet.

He sneakily looked at his apprentice's busy back by the door, a little curious.

Song Shiyue turned his back to him, not knowing what he was doing, and his movements were a little clumsy, but that didn't stop Yun Chi from finding him cute.

Song Shiyue opened the pot, and it seemed to be scalded. With a bang, the lid of the pot fell to the ground, making a bang.

"Master, why are you here?" Song Shiyue twisted his ears subconsciously with his fingertips, and when he saw Yun Chi coming in, he quickly turned his hands behind his back.

The smile on Yun Chi's face faded away, he forgot that his apprentice was not good at doing these things, so he should have come out to help him earlier.

"Take it out, Master, have a look."

Song Shiyue hesitated for a while, and stretched out his reddened fingertips in front of his eyes: "It's okay, I just got burned."

Yun Chi held it in his hands and bragged, and then heard him say, "Master, you'll be fine if you hoo hoo."

With a smile in his eyes, Yun Chi blew lightly a couple of times, a smear of blue light picked up on his fingertips, and the icy cold touch passed over his fingers, and the red color disappeared.

Song Shiyue was a little frustrated: "This is a small injury, master don't use spiritual power next time, it's better to use it personally than master."

"Not serious." Yun Chi shot him a glance, and looked at the boiling water in the pot: "You want to eat noodles? Why didn't you wake me up? Tell Master what you want to eat in the future."

"Ah—" Song Shiyue let out a low cry of annoyance, and frantically tried to get the noodles out of the pot, but was almost scalded by the boiling water clumsily.

"I'll do it." When Yun Chi fished out the noodles, he realized that the noodles were long and continuous, and there was only one.

"Longevity noodles?"

"En." Song Shiyue stood aside and reminded: "Master, forgot? Today is the seventh day of the twelfth lunar month."

The seventh day of the twelfth lunar month is Yunchi's birthday.

He didn't forget, but he didn't deliberately remember it.

It has been countless years since the birthday was celebrated. When the old master was around, he would cook him a bowl of longevity noodles every year. Since the old master passed away, he was unwilling to celebrate his birthday again.

When was the last time?

It should be 20 years old, when he can finally control his body and stop turning into a cat at will, it was also from the day when he and Song Shiyue drifted away.

too long ago.

Yun Chi was in a daze.

"Master?" Song Shiyue took the bowl from him: "What are you thinking?"

"It just feels weird."

"what?"

The relationship between the two of them is indeed something he never expected.

Yun Chi came back to his senses and shook his head.

Song Shiyue didn't ask any more questions, and added the pre-prepared eggs to the noodles, sprinkled with chopped green onion.

Yun Chi saw that there were still a few fried eggs on the plate next to him.

After bringing it to the table, Song Shiyue looked unnatural when he saw Master staring straight at the noodles: "It's my first time making it, so don't mind if I don't do it well."

Yun Chi picked out the next noodle, and sure enough, the noodle was inconsistent in thickness, and the egg was fried until the side was a little black, but it was obviously the best one he picked out of so many eggs.

Song Shiyue had a plate of eggs in front of him, which seemed to be his breakfast today.

Seeing Yun Chi looking at the egg in front of him again, Song Shiyue blushed: "I didn't fry it well, these are too ugly, Master just eat that one."

Yunchi pushed the plate of burnt eggs aside from in front of him, and moved the stool a little towards Tuer.

The bowl also pushed towards him.

"You eat with me."

Song Shiyue immediately shook his head: "No, today is Master's birthday. I heard that it is better to eat the longevity noodles at once, so that Master can live a long life."

Yun Chi lowered his head and smiled, he didn't understand why Tu'er would believe these things, but it was just the people's rhetoric in search of psychological comfort.

Besides, even if he didn't eat it, his generation of immortals would have lived a long life.

Yun Chi thought about it, but he didn't reject his offer, and instead asked him, "Do you know your birthday?"

Song Shiyue froze for a moment, then shook his head.

Like Yun Chi, he was picked up by the old head. He was helpless before, and he didn't even know who his biological parents were, let alone their birthdays.

"Then do you want to celebrate your birthday with Master?"

Song Shiyue's eyes were full of light, and he felt incredible. He looked at the master and said, "Is it okay?"

"From today onwards, your birthday is the seventh day of the twelfth lunar month, just like Master, okay?"

Song Shiyue nodded happily, and was a little tangled when he looked down at the longevity noodles: "But I only cooked a bowl of longevity noodles, I'll make it again..."

As he spoke, he was about to get up, but Yun Chi grabbed his wrist.

"It's okay, don't bother, let's eat together."

Yun Chi picked up the noodles and wanted to divide them into two, but was held down by Song Shiyue.

He lowered his head and picked up one end of the longevity noodles, put it in his mouth, and then used his chopsticks to find the other end, signaling to Yunchi.

Yun Chi looked at him, straightened his back unconsciously, and Tu'er scratched his palm with his fingertips, urging him silently.

His face was hot, and he finally lowered his head and bit the other end into his mouth.

Each of them swallowed the noodles in small mouthfuls, taking care not to break the noodles.

Yun Chi raised his eyes and glanced at Tu'er, who was looking at him intently, and when his eyes met, Tu'er's eye tails slightly curved.

Yun Chi hurriedly closed his eyes, concentrating on taking small bites of noodles.

It didn't look like much, so it was a bit strenuous to eat it all at once, until Yun Chi saw the noodles finally floated out of the soup, and Yun Chi heaved a sigh of relief.

It's finally time to finish eating.

He speeded up the speed and pulled the other end lightly——

Uh……

Song Shiyue was still biting, and the two of them were already very close now, only a foot away.

Yun Chi stopped, and it was okay to continue eating, and he would not eat if he didn't eat.

Song Shiyue looked at him, with a wider smile in his eyes, and his palm had already landed on the back of his head, controlling him not to move.

Song Shiyue approached slowly.

Yun Chi held his breath, looking at his ever-enlarged face in front of his eyes, breathing closer, Yun Chi realized that he seemed to be cheated.

When lips touched, Yun Chi's eyelashes fluttered like crow's feathers. He quickly closed his eyes, feeling that Tuer pursed his lips lightly, and the noodles parted from the middle.

Song Shiyue straightened up, stroked the corner of Master's mouth with his fingertips, and smiled softly.

"Master, it's over."

"Ah?" Yun Chi opened his eyes in a daze, seeing his apprentice looking at him meaningfully, his face suddenly became hot.

Song Shiyue raised his tone: "What does Master think I'm going to do?"

Yun Chi blushed: "No...no."

"Then why are you closing your eyes?"

"..."

Yun Chi was really embarrassed that he was so aggressive.

It's impossible to tell the truth, Yun Chi bit the bullet and responded: "It's just that you're so close suddenly, I don't...uh—"

Song Shiyue took a sip of the incense, and looked at the master tenderly: "Nothing?"

Yun Chi felt his lips go numb, and said vaguely, "I'm not used to it..."

Song Shiyue approached suddenly again, held the master's face and kissed it again, opened his eyes to see the master's reaction, and took a sip before parting.

"What about now? If Master is not used to it, then I will work hard to make Master get used to it sooner."

Yun Chi was speechless, and said sullenly, "I'm used to it."

"..." Yun Chi's face was completely red, and he could only lower his head, bite the fried egg resignedly, and bite.

Song Shiyue was in a good mood and planned the whole day to the full.

"Let's go out for a stroll in the afternoon, and come back to soak in the warm pool at night, shall we?"

Upon hearing the warm pool, Yunchi's eyes lit up, his heart moved, and he didn't care about the shame just now: "Where is there a warm pool here?"

Song Shiyue scratched the tip of his nose: "I learned from Master, and I also created an illusion. Master has everything he wants."

He pulled Yun Chi up and pushed him inside: "Master, let's change our clothes before going out."

Yun Chi was puzzled: "Why?"

He thinks he's in good shape.

Song Shiyue, on the other hand, was mysterious and didn't speak, looking for something from the bottom of the closet.

After a while, a wooden box was taken out.

This wooden box was not small, and it was always at the bottom of the closet. Yun Chi hadn't seen it before, but he thought it was the place where he hid his portraits, so he didn't open it.

Song Shiyue opened the box, and there were two clothes inside, one black and one white.

Song Shiyue took out the white one and gave it to him.

"Master made clothes for me earlier, I like them very much, and I also want to make two more of the same clothes, and wear them together with Master for others to see."

Yun Chi stroked the clothes with his fingertips. It was a very comfortable fabric. He wondered, "The clothes are comfortable to wear. Why do you want others to see them?"

Song Shiyue bent his eyebrows and smiled lightly: "I just want everyone to see it."

"Such a beautiful fairy, mine."

The author has something to say: Thanks to the little angel "Cute Rich Duck" for throwing mines x2

It’s even better at midnight today, hehe(〃▽〃)