The cat master of this seat

Yun Chi followed his gaze to look up, and then heard a "whoosh", and the fireworks bloomed in the night sky, creating a gorgeous firework.

The fireworks are changing shapes, warm and enthusiastic, blooming brilliantly in Yunchi's eyes.

Song Shiyue's eyes only reflected the master.

Under the excitement, Song Shiyue's voice was in his ears: "Master, I hope you will have no worries in your life, and every year will be better than the present."

The fireworks bloomed one after another, and the only sound in Yunchi's ears was his disciple's voice. He looked at the people beside him: "Master, I hope you too..."

Song Shiyue shook his head.

Master's birthday wishes cannot be given to him.

He took his hand and held it close to his heart: "The one just now is a blessing to Master, and the one now is my own wish."

"As long as I can always be by Master's side every year like today, I will be satisfied."

"Okay, my wish is over, it's Master's turn."

Yun Chi was beating under the palm of his hand, approaching him amidst the brilliance of the galaxy, the smell of wine mingled together: "It's a wish and a blessing, I want you to be safe and happy."

Song Shiyue frowned slightly: "Master, the wish should be for myself..."

Yun Chi leaned over, blocked him, smoothed the wrinkles between his brows with his fingertips, and parted a little, "You are safe and happy is my life's wish."

Before he could get close to him again, Song Shiyue was already pressing down on him eagerly, the plunder like a gust of wind and a torrential rain swept across his body, and the water in the warm pool was not as hot as the body of the person in front of him.

The fireworks had stopped, and only the rapid breathing of the two, the intertwining between lips and teeth, and the rubbing of ears and temples were clearly audible.

Song Shiyue behaved himself this time, and didn't make any unnecessary movements. On the contrary, Yun Chi was still greedy for the smell of wine between his lips and teeth, and greedily sucked the wine against him.

In the end, Song Shiyue leaned against the pool wall and was held down by him.

Thirsty, Yun Chi drank heavily again, and Song Shiyue couldn't help but take a few sips while watching.

Gradually, Yun Chi didn't want to drink from the jug, but liked to snatch it from his apprentice.

Take it to quench your thirst, but the more you quench your thirst, the more thirsty you will be. You can't stop eating it.

This is a pain for Song Shiyue, the master is not awake, but he has been holding back and can't do anything. In the end, he can only coax the master out of the water with his eyes red.

The warm pool disappeared immediately, and the interior decoration was restored in front of my eyes, with a soft bed next to it.

As soon as Yun Chi touched the bed, he fell down, rolled inwards on the soft bed—touched the wall, rolled out again—almost hung in the air, then rolled back in again, it was so much fun to play back and forth. .

Song Shiyue laughed, this big bed really can come in handy.

The person with red face and red nose rolled on the bed, touched Song Shiyue's leg, and finally stopped.

He stopped making trouble, just looked down with his head down, and pulled his boots.

"Master, don't make trouble." Song Shiyue leaned over and hugged him in, but the person in his arms was quiet.

"These shoes..." Yun Chi frowned, shaking his head, and felt that the boots he was stepping on were very familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had seen them before, "Uh——are they a little small?"

"Hmm." Song Shiyue would only take out these shoes and wear them once a year because he was wearing them tightly.

"It belongs to Master."

"Oh...is it mine?" Yun Chi closed his eyes and murmured, "So you stole my boots..."

There is such a thing.

Yun Chi was very frugal in the past, and he didn't like expensive shoes, so he just bought plain uppers that didn't have anything.

He likes white, and if he paints a few patterns on it himself, it looks elegant.

At that time, Song Shiyue was not close to the master, but he didn't dare to speak to the master when he wanted to. That day when he passed by the Cihuang Hall, the master happened to be out, and there were two pairs of newly painted shoes hanging outside the door. He secretly took a pair .

At that time, he was still worried every day, afraid of being discovered by his master, but Yun Chi didn't mention it at all.

He breathed a sigh of relief, but also a little frustrated.

He would rather his master scold him and punish him, than he would not see him in his eyes.

But that's how it has been for several years.

He cherished this pair of shoes, and when he could wear them, he was no longer by Master's side.

But on the seventh day of the twelfth lunar month, on the day of Master's birthday, he must always change it.

The shoes got tighter and tighter year by year, and this year he finally wore the same shoes as Master's to celebrate his birthday with Master.

He didn't show any abnormality along the way, and Yun Chi didn't notice that his shoes didn't fit well.

Until he came back from making ginger soup, Yun Chi kept the same posture just now, watching him walk in peacefully.

Song Shiyue just sat beside him when he heard him say, "It's been a long time."

"what?"

Yun Chi didn't say anything, just stared at the ginger soup in his hand.

"Master, drink some ginger soup before going to bed."

"Don't drink."

He would never talk like this on weekdays, but now that he is drunk, it is Song Shiyue's windfall.

Song Shiyue coaxed patiently: "If you don't drink, you will feel uncomfortable tomorrow."

Yunchi compromised quickly.

"Then you feed me."

"..." Song Shiyue's eyes were lowered. There were no extra ingredients in the ginger soup, but he stirred it twice with a spoon.

"it is good."

Upon hearing this, Yun Chi stood up and leaned against him, frowned, and reluctantly said, "Hey."

Song Shiyue embraced him with one hand, and took a sip of soup with the other.

Although Yun Chi's brain is turning slowly now, he also knows that this soup is obviously brought for him to drink, so why does Tu'er drink it himself first!

Just when he was about to ask, Song Shiyue had already moved closer, and fed him the ginger soup in his mouth mouth to mouth.

Yun Chi opened his eyes wide, he understood "Hello", is it like this...

Song Shiyue's face looked redder than his, and he never thought that Master would make such a request.

But as a disciple...the master's order cannot be disobeyed, he can only feed the master slowly and mouthful.

Yun Chi remained silent, and as he drank the ginger soup, his throat felt a little hot.

It wasn't until the whole bowl was fed, and Song Shiyue wiped the corner of his mouth, that Yun Chi murmured, "It's so spicy."

"Spicy?" Song Shiyue felt a little strange.

The ginger soup tastes a bit gingery, but it's not too spicy.

"Mmm! Very spicy!" Yun Chi took his hand and nodded heavily, eager to seek his approval.

There was a deep smile in Song Shiyue's eyes. It turned out that not only did the master not eat chili, but he couldn't even stand the spiciness of ginger.

He waited for Yun Chi to rinse his mouth, and when he wanted to help him change, Yun Chi refused again, clutching the collar tightly and refusing to let go.

He didn't dislike being wet, but the bed was messed up by him, but now he didn't want to lie down no matter what, just shrank aside and looked at his apprentice.

Song Shiyue had no choice but to use his spiritual power to dry and clean his robes and bedding.

Yun Chi got into bed again and patted the place beside him.

Song Shiyue lay down beside him, and he turned over and slid into his arms very skillfully, finding a comfortable position like a cat and falling asleep peacefully.

Song Shiyue gently pinched Yunchi's earlobe with his fingertips, and sucked another mouthful on his rosy lips.

The person with closed eyes sticks out the tip of his tongue and licks lightly when he leaves.

Song Shiyue's eyes were dimmed, he raised his hand to extinguish the candle, and sighed in the darkness.

When Yun Chi woke up, he was the only one left in the room, all he knew was that he had slept for a long time.

When he woke up, he was very energetic, his head didn't hurt and his head was not swollen, but he couldn't remember what happened after watching the fireworks last night.

There are only sporadic memory fragments in my mind.

There was a piece of paper beside the pillow. He opened it and saw that it was a letter from Song Shiyue, saying that he was going to the pawn shop and coming back later, and that he had prepared breakfast so that Yun Chi would remember to eat it.

It just so happened that Yun Chi was also planning to go out, so he followed his disciple's instructions, drank warm porridge, and left him a note.

In the peach forest in the suburbs, Yun Chi followed the guidance of the candied haws vendor to find a farmhouse.

Inside the fence, a man is chopping firewood, a child sitting by the door is dozing off with a book in his hand, and a little girl is washing peaches aside.

"Brother Immortal!" The little girl was the first to see him and yelled out.

Hearing the sound, the man stopped chopping wood, and the child was startled, and the book fell to the ground with a "snap".

As if facing a formidable enemy, the man looked behind Yunchi in horror, as if he was the only one coming, the man breathed a sigh of relief, "What are you here for?"

The child woke up completely, and hid behind his father in fright.

Yun Chi nodded to the little girl as a greeting, and looked at the man.

"Buy peaches."

The man changed his countenance instantly, and asked with a smile, "How much do you want to buy?"

"how many?"

The man was slightly surprised, listening to Yun Chi continue to say: "Buy as much as you have."

The man opened his mouth, but the little girl reminded Yunchi: "Brother Immortal, peaches in winter are not delicious, so don't buy so many!"

"Don't listen to her, what a child can understand." He said as he kicked the basin in front of the little girl, the water splashed out, and wet her little feet that were red from the cold wearing broken sandals, "Damn girl, you know What?"

His palm was about to fall, Yun Chi stood in front of the little girl, looking at the man coldly.

"I'll buy it on the condition that you don't hit her again, and send her to school."

The man looked embarrassed, Yun Chi glanced at him, "It seems that you don't want to."

"Hey hey——" the man hurriedly tried to keep him, and sighed, "It's not that I don't want to."

He said and pointed to the back of the house: "My wife passed away not long ago, and she couldn't even afford a coffin before she had time to deal with her funeral affairs, so she was buried hastily in the back mountain."

"I raise two children by myself, and I have to send my son to study. How can I have extra money for her to study?"

What the man said was sincere, but Yun Chi was unmoved.

He looked at the book that had fallen on the floor, and then his eyes fell on the little boy.

The clothes he wore were very delicate, and even the shoes on his feet were embroidered with fine patterns. On the other hand, the little girl's exposed toes were red from the cold, and she subconsciously shrank back when Yun Chi glanced at her.

Yun Chi looked away, picked up the book on the ground, and asked the little boy, "Can you read?"

The little boy shook his head: "Not yet...not yet."

He turned to ask the little girl again: "How many of these characters do you know?"

The author has something to say: Ah, isn’t this chapter a little bit over the standard (づωど)

Thank you little angel "haha" for smashing the landmine x1, I would like to mention another cute thing, yeah ≡ω≡

Thank you for the nutrient solution irrigated by the cute "Doyle" x1, I made up an integer hahaha o(≧v≦)o