I see the snow

"Buddha……"

Xi Huai said softly, "What Bodhisattva?"

"The Bodhisattva who saved me from the world of mortals and the sea of ​​suffering."

Yinzhichuan pecked lightly on his nose.

"The Bodhisattva who saved my life, spared my worries, and spared my suffering..."

...But, in the future, maybe I will also be the one who makes you fall into the endless abyss.

Xi Huai's hands clenched into fists by his side, in this isolated temple, under the scorching gaze of Chicheng, he felt a little unbearable, and wanted to turn his face away tremblingly.

"You are so shy."

Yin Zhichuan looked at Xi Huai's downcast eyes, and smiled a little: "Every time I tell you that I like it, you don't dare to listen."

"My heart pleases you, my heart pleases you, my heart pleases you, my heart pleases you..."

The carefree young general chanted sutras in Xi Huai's ear, wanting to admire the shy look of the young man.

However, Xi Huai was full of panic and embarrassment, his curled eyelashes trembling like crow feathers, begging him: "Don't say it...don't say it."

Trembling, he covered Yin Zhichuan's lips, and pressed his cold fingers against the scorching hot breath of the young general.

Yinzhichuan propped his hands on both sides of Xi Huai's body, with a rather silly smile in his eyes.

He stared at Xi Huai, and licked between his fingers.

So Xi Huai shrank back as if scalded.

"Okay, I won't tease you anymore."

Seeing that Xi Huai lowered his head helplessly, Yin Zhichuan had bullied his bodhisattva enough, and stood up smiling, "I brought you here to show you something."

Xi Huai raised his head, his gaze followed Yin Zhichuan.

Yinzhichuan walked to a stone wall.

Most of the things here are broken, the table futons and so on are lying here and there.I don't know what happened when it was abandoned, and there are traces of arson in many places.

However, Yin Zhichuan stood in front of that stone wall, pushed away a desk with a broken leg in front of him, and reached into a gap in a stone wall to feel around.

After a while, he seemed to touch a certain checkpoint, and pressed his finger down there——

Immediately, the gears rotated, making a slow operation sound of "click, click", and a dark space popped out from the seemingly hard wall!

Yin Zhichuan observed for a while, and then took out a small box at the end from the hidden compartment with ease.

The color of the small box is old, it seems that it has been placed for many years, and the words "Silver Seven" can still be vaguely seen written on it.

Yin Zhichuan looked at the hexagonal cassette with other names written in the hidden compartment, his eyes darkened, and he pushed the compartment back silently and carefully.

"Here."

Holding the wooden box, he walked up to Xi Huai, with a smile on his face again: "I put this with my brothers when I was ten years old, and I said that I would bring it to him when he meets his sweetheart. ...you open it and take a look?"

He gestured to Xi Huai with his eyes, Xi Huai hesitated a little, but still took it.

The wooden box has been around for a long time, and the opening bayonet is a little stiff.

Xi Huai lightly patted off the fly ash on the surface of the box, allowing the delicate carvings to reappear, and then carefully pushed the wooden box away that had been dusty for a long time.

Surprisingly, the small box, which looks dusty on the outside, is actually quite dry inside, which is completely different from the badly worn outside.

Inside lay a long wooden block, covered with a piece of red brocade.

"This is what our sweetheart looked like when we were ten years old."

Yin Zhichuan said softly.

He stared at Xi Huai's hand, feeling a little nervous.

Back then when he was ten years old, his eldest brother Yin Zhisheng was already weak, so he brought them to this deserted temple.

This is their secret base, and only the seven of them know about the entire Hoshino City.

The Duke of Zhen's family has a strict family tradition, and they are not allowed to be distracted. They should think about the love of their children and devote all their energy to military drills.

At that time, Yin Zhichuan and his brothers thought that their future would probably be to marry a well-matched lady, and they didn't need to see if she moved their hearts, and they didn't need to think about whether she was the type they liked. They just needed to do it like a daily practice. That's it.

They just have to accept it.

The naughty young men couldn't help feeling depressed and curious, so they couldn't help but engraved the appearance of their beloved at that time.

What did he engrave at the beginning?

Yin Zhichuan tried to recall.

But the age is too long, and since it was put in, he has never taken it out to look at it again.

At this time, it was handed over to Xi Huai, and it was the first time in 12 years that he opened the secret box again.

Xi Huai gently pushed aside the red silk with his fingers, and took out a small wooden figure with carved nose and eyes.

It is about the size of his palm, and it feels a little rough to the touch. Judging from the traces of carving, it is indeed a child's handwriting.

Yinzhichuan carved the little man's face very sharply, with long cut legs, a small face, and heavy black eyes.

Apparently he likes melon-seeded faces and water pupils.

Xi Huai held the little man's waist so narrow that it could almost be broken:

"This is... the woman you would like in your heart?"

"..."

Yinzhichuan laughed awkwardly "haha" twice, and reluctantly said: "I was not sensible at the time... I was not sensible at the time."

He still wore clothes for the little wooden man, a pink skirt, which looked very feminine, with a timid and tame demeanor.

In addition, a few tufts of horse mane were pasted behind this poor little wooden man to show his long hair fluttering.

"Docile, slender, soft."

Xi Huai concluded in a low voice, summed up the characteristics he saw from this villain, and said: "It fits the aesthetics of a son from a family of generals."

How could Yinzhichuan dare to respond, he played with the little man, without embarrassment, and said silently:

"Actually, it's about the same..."

"This slender waist, this pointed face, this black eyes and long black hair..."

He glanced at Xi Huai, and at the same time compared with this childish puppet, he said: "Hey, actually, what I liked back then is about the same as now."

As he said that, Young Master Yinqi stretched out his hand and pulled out the two balls of straw in front of the little puppet figure from his clothes, and then tapped a small protrusion under it under the navel.

"Look, it's almost there."

Yin Zhichuan said.

Xi Huai: "..."

"Hey, don't pay attention to such details."

Yin Zhichuan said: "I didn't study well back then, so I really hoped to have a sweetheart who was good at school. She is the best in poetry, calligraphy, calligraphy and painting. She is gentle and considerate, and follows me in everything. She wakes up early in the morning for me. Make soup, and when I come back at night, I will pinch my legs and beat my back... or something."

"Aren't you disappointed now?"

Xi Huai said with raised eyes.

"Not disappointed, not disappointed."

Yin Zhichuan hurriedly said: "These are not important.... Nothing is as important as liking in my heart. As long as I really like it, everything else doesn't matter."

This is true.

As long as Yinzhichuan looks at Xihuai's unforgettable demeanor, he can go to the back row under all conditions.

Whatever is obedient and well-behaved, what is gentle and pleasant, can be let go.

It’s okay to make soup for others in the morning, not to mention pinching your legs in the evening.

"Okay. Never mind that."

Yin Zhichuan said.He looked at Xi Huai cautiously, and said with a smile: "I'll show you my new sculpture."

As he spoke, he reached into his bosom, took out a small kit, and took out a doll of about the same size from it.

That puppet is exactly the same as Xihuai, and I don't know when Yinzhichuan made it——

Pointy face, slanted eyes, faint brows, lips as thin as a knife.

Even a small sesame mole on the back of the neck is completely visible.

Adding on Shengxue's white clothes, he was almost exactly the same as Xi Huai.

"Like it?"

Yin Zhichuan asked with a smile.

He took out the old small wooden carving, looked around, then put the new one in, and said with a smile:

"That's fine."

"What use are you doing this for?"

Xi Huai frowned and asked.

He looked at Yin Zhichuan's extremely careful and troublesome actions, and seemed very incomprehensible.

"This is a dead end."

Yin Zhichuan said softly.

"After we close the door, we can't escape the end of the shroud of horse leather."

"So my brothers and I made this small box together, so that in the future, when we meet someone we like, we can put his fate card with ours. So that even if one day... die on the battlefield I can't see the dead body, and I have already had sex with him when I was alive."

Xi Huai's pupils trembled slightly, he raised his eyes in surprise, but saw Yin Zhichuan's smiling face.

He gestured with great interest to the little wooden man and the fate card he brought out specially, and he didn't feel at all that he was talking about sad things, and he smiled crookedly:

"Look. You don't have a life card, so I made you a small wooden carving. That way we can still be together."

Yin Zhichuan gently pulled out a red rope from his fate token, and carefully put it on the hand of the puppet that symbolizes Xihuai:

"I'm in your palm."

He said softly: "Pull and pull this thread, and I will come back to find you at the ends of the earth."

It was specially taken out from Jinchan Temple by him.

Xi Huai remembered that Yin Zhichuan mentioned it.He also said that this fate card was made by his father to protect him from robbery, but he was afraid that the fate card would ruin the marriage and the old man would connect himself with Xi Huai, so he secretly took it out in advance.

Up to now...he actually wants to hand over this fate card to his life robber!

"I……"

Xi Huai said very lightly.

The side of his hand trembled slightly, at that moment, he couldn't do anything better.

The kit that killed Yin Zhichuan was still in his arms, Xi Huai took a step back in despair, and he murmured: "I can't..."

I can't die with you...

I do not deserve! !

At that moment, Xi Huai felt an absurd sense of guilt——

Yes, his father and brother abandoned the city and became Cang Lan's deserters, but that was only his father and brother!

Is it related to Yinzhichuan?

He...he was not in Canglan at that time, he had nothing to do with the death of his parents and sisters...his hands were not stained with the blood of Canglan people!

This was something Xi Huai had never thought of. From the moment he met Yin Zhichuan, he harbored hatred and treated him as an orphan with a blood feud.

But this man, the closer he got, the more terrifying he felt—

At any time, what he praised Xi Huai was gentleness and sincerity, as if he would rather die under his hands than complain.

This kind of bright heart hurts so much that Xi Huai can hardly hold the knife hidden in his sleeve.

"I……"

The young man in white robe stared blankly at the person in front of him, and tears suddenly fell from his eyes unconsciously.

The sunlight outside the dilapidated wooden door pierced in like a sword, shining on Xi Huai's pale face.

There were two tear stains on his face, Yin Zhichuan heard him say to himself:

"In the next life, you come earlier. Come to me earlier..."

"When I was cooking wine in my brocade clothes, when I was playing the flute and blowing the moon... I met me."

Xi Huai trembled and choked up.

"I'm in the same hole as you in life and death."