Xinke

In the bustling market, it is not an adventure to meet anyone; no matter what kind of wine you drink, you will get drunk in the same way.

With a sound of "dang", Qin Qianyu's tightly hidden wings were almost startled out.

Qin Qianyu is timid, he only has one wing, he is a different kind in the clan, but no one is on his side when something happens, so he is cautious and avoids causing trouble.

He let the book bury himself and build a little nest.

Qin Qianyu was stunned holding the wontons that had just been scooped up. The white skin was covered with green onions, and it was hot with white smoke in the cold winter.

"Young master, I'm very hungry, can you buy me a bowl too."

The man moved Qin Qianyu's bookcase away, squeezed beside him, and lazily lifted his chin to look at him.

His temple hair was disheveled, his clothes were thin, and there were a few spots of ashes.

His eyes were half-sleeping and squinting, but they didn't look downcast at all.Although his appearance is not tall and straight, he is still handsome and attractive.

"Can you?"

Qin Qianyu had never read about such a beggar in a book.I have never seen such a rascal among the Banzheng Tianren I have seen in my life.

He just said in a daze, "Okay."

"I don't like this cold and sleepy winter season the most, but I met you at this time..."

The man seemed to be lazily laughing, "It's really good."

Although Qin Qianyu is a celestial being, he has been on Bolu Mountain for many years, and the people who come and go are all villagers, and what he reads most are poems and books, but he has never seen such affectionate eyes.

He just came down the mountain to listen to the private school teacher in Shuanglong Town, talk about the principles of the world, and eat a bowl of small wontons by the way.

Unexpectedly, he provoked a lazy and hungry person for no reason.

Now that person fell into Qin Qianyu's eyes again.

It's not the same as the sluggish look back then, he no longer crashed into Qin Qianyu's arms so invisible and fell asleep soundly, his sweet dreams were boundless.

He also squinted his eyes when he woke up, with a bit of charm, a bit of childishness that shouldn't be there, Yang Qin Qianyu guessed what he dreamed of.

If it's right, peck Qin Qianyu's lips.If it's not right, bite it.

The sunlight after the snow came in through the window sashes with mixed plum patterns, and the warmth and fragrance of the stove diffused through the half-covered bed curtains.

Such mornings are like his endless dreams in winter, warmly stored under the blanket, reluctant to lift it.

Although Yan Lanting's hands and lips were cold, his breathing and words were hot.

The world he sees also has warmth, the fever of singing and drinking in the building, the warmth of the scholar's lady whispering, and the bitter cold of the poor family's north wind.

Yan Lanting forced Qin Qianyu to open the window to see something unexpected, he knew how to use his curiosity too well.

Qin Qianyu retracted the cold sword made of wine as ice while thinking.

He was always unable to do so, because after years of precipitation, [-]% of Yan Lanting's memories were sweet.

"Little Qin."

Lin Xiao finally struggled out of the unprovoked memories, and his eyes and head still had flickering pain.

He heard a call, and then the bundle he brought opened by himself, and there was a wooden box inside.

The lid of the box opened with a "click", and a snake-shaped hosta shone brightly. The light condensed into a cloud of turquoise mist, and the mist faded away in a blink of an eye, turning into a human figure.

Lin Xiao's head hurt even more, the man's voice was like that of a vicious little snake, but his appearance was plump and handsome, with a relaxed and contented expression.

"Xiao Qin, I'm not here to accompany you, why bother to blame this idiot and this fox?"

He stretched out his hand, as if he wanted to pull Lin Xiao and Yan Xiao who had fallen to the ground, but Lin Xiao handed it out foolishly as if confused.

"Crack!" After being hit, Lin Xiao hastily withdrew his hand, looking pitifully at Yan Xiao, who was panting heavily.

"Hey, they are all monsters who are good at confusing people. Don't look outside, you have already smelled my breath, and asked your little messenger to help me with this favor. Besides, you want something in return from me. , I also gave it. Xiaoxinke, the taste of Wangchuan is not bad, I really want to know what you think of." Yan Lanting withdrew his hand, took a step forward, and hooked Qin Qianyu's chin, "The hundred-year agreement , I’m back, don’t you miss me? Who said that every year I send you to drink Wangchuan, it’s obviously looking through, looking through your South China Sea, I miss you so much!”

One wing on Qin Qianyu's back trembled, his pale hands loosened and then clenched again.

Finally lowered his head and spit out a word: "Think."

It is said that the fox clan and the snake clan are the most charming people.

In the legendary tales, those who pester handsome young ladies and scholars, those who trouble big families, and those who tease fishermen, woodcutters, farmers, and students of all kinds are either foxes and monsters with a thousand years of history, or evil snake monsters.

Probably the figures they imagined are the most mind-blowing.

Qin Qianyu naturally couldn't avoid it.

When spring came, Yan Lanting dug a small hole in the window paper of the private school, and threw a few mountain fruits to him.

Except for the few teeth that were sour and about to fall out, the last one was hard and had a small scroll hidden in the middle of the tooth.

Yan Lanting pestered him to fly a kite, the small open space behind Shuanglong Village was almost squeezed by school children, laughing and chattering, your abductor entangled my string, even if you were a friend who quarreled in class, Your goldfish also kissed his swallow.

The strong wind blows the hair entangled in front of the face, the eyes are slightly dry and painful, and the head is raised to look at the thin piece of paper, which is getting closer and closer to the sky.

In such a spring day, everything can fly with the wind.

Qin Qianyu has only one wing, and he has never flown before. He is a little envious of the kites in the sky, which can come and go freely without wings.

Qin Qianyu was a little crazy in silence.

His back was circled, and the hot wooden thread crutches were handed to him, and he was blown into Yan Lanting's arms by the spring breeze.

Yan Lanting blew next to his ear: "I just don't like flying around in the sky, I just like being able to fall firmly in my arms."

Qin Qianyu thought it was a matter of course, you reptiles have always been at odds with birds.

But still blushed silently.

Summer turns to autumn, and winter never stops, and another spring and summer have entered.

Qin Qianyu is going back to Baixianzi Village in Bolu Mountain after the end of the downhill period. Although their Bainiao clan likes poems and books in the world, they don't enter the world.

He has a lot of reluctance to let go, there are several bookcases full of ancient and modern books, the most reluctant to let go is Yan Lanting's soft words and affectionate eyebrows.

"You snake people have always been affectionate..." He tried to test Yan Lanting.

Yan Lanting was at the desk, picked up a brush and drew two ink butterflies on the paper, and cast another spell, and the two butterflies jumped into the air.

Two butterflies circled Qin Qianyu and Yan Lanting.

Qin Qianyu didn't have time to ask Yan Lanting if he would like to go back to Bolu Mountain with him.

Even though Asuka and Snake have always been at odds, he is just a forgotten celestial being, and Yan Lanting is just a little Snake Lord with superficial practice, so what harm can there be?

He also crossed the two star soul fires in Asuka's eyes halfway through Yan Lanting, taking advantage of the time when he was tired and fell asleep after the tenderness.

A star of soul fire can help the monster overcome the catastrophe and hide the monster's energy.

Qin Qianyu felt that Yan Lanting even gave him himself, what more could he ask for?

Until he hadn't left, the amorous snake king left without saying goodbye.

Leave a pot of Wangchuan and a piece of letter paper empty.

A hundred-year agreement is empty talk even if you think about it.

Because Qin Qianyu's right eye was aching, the star soul fire he gave him seemed to be slowly weakening.

The author has something to say: I remember that I used birds to torture fish in the past, Feng Shui took turns, this time I used snakes to torture birds~>