Touch the cold

Mo Zijin didn't enter the house either, but just lifted his robe and sat down on the threshold, pushed the mask down on his forehead, and asked with half of his face exposed: "You can recognize me like this?"

Qin Yi rolled up one corner of his lips and gestured, "I can recognize you no matter what."

Mo Zijin bowed his head in silence for a moment, took off the mask on his face, walked over and lightly pressed it on Qin Yi's face, then stood sideways with his arms folded, calmly staring at the hideous and terrifying face.

Qin Yi was still holding a book in one hand. Seeing Mo Zijin like this, he thought he was a little childish again, so he lightly put the book in his hand on the table, and asked with gestures: "I look like this, it looks good." ?”

Mo Zijin smiled, his eyes were a little blurred, nodded and said: "It looks good." Then he reached out to touch the cold mask, and said word by word: "Qin Yi, do you know, I want to leave a mark on your heart , in the way of Mo Zijin."

Qin Yi froze for a moment, didn't understand Mo Zijin's words, raised his hand to take off the mask on his face, but was held down by Mo Zijin and pushed aside, Mo Zijin stretched out his hand to take off his face mask. He took off the mask on his face and put it back on his own face.

Through the mask, Qin Yi couldn't see Mo Zijin's expression, let alone what he was thinking, so he gestured with some resentment: "Why, are you planning to bring such a thing today and not take it off?"

Mo Zijin flicked his wrist and gestured: "I won't take it off, I want to wear it today."

Qin Yi squinted his eyes, and got up suddenly from the soft chair. Mo Zijin leaned against the corner of the table in shock. Seeing Qin Yi approaching him closer and closer, he put his lips on the sheet in front of him. On the cold mask.

Mo Zijin's heart trembled, and one hand unconsciously went around behind him, grabbing the corner of the table tightly, as if he wanted to crush the table.

"Then you can take it with you. I don't care if you get bored." Qin Yi smiled and gestured after kissing the mask, and gently tapped Mo Zijin's forehead with his knuckles.

Mo Zijin looked at Qin Yi's smile through the two small holes in the mask, like a leopard in the tube.

"Who is Yanbei?"

Mo Zijin was not asking Qin Yi, but Song Boyi, with a calm tone without any disturbance.

"Huh?" Song Boyi bit the ink pen horizontally and turned to look at Mo Zijin in surprise.

"Yanbei." Mo Zijin repeated.

Song Boyi took the ink brush away from his mouth, and rolled up the rice paper full of cursive on the table, and after a while, asked, "How do you know such a person?"

"Just transferred back to the governor of Jingahua Prefecture." Mo Zijin jumped off the chair, touched the trunk of the old sycamore tree in Song Boyi's house, "Listen to him."

After hearing this, Song Boyi snorted, with disdain in his eyes, he threw the ball of paper in his hand into the brazier at the side, the bright yellow flame rose suddenly, and fell again in the blink of an eye.

"He and I...look alike?" Mo Zijin asked Song Boyi as he saw the flame rising and falling.

The disdain in Song Boyi's eyes grew stronger, he glanced at Mo Zijin's profile, shook his head and said, "It's not like that."

Mo Zijin smiled when he heard the words, the flames in the basin were reflected in his eyes, jumping continuously.

"Where is he?" Mo Zijin continued to ask.

"Dead." Song Boyi said lightly, "His tomb is on the top of Fengwei Mountain outside the city, you have to see it yourself, and besides..." Song Boyi looked up at Mo Zijin, with an evil smile on the corner of his mouth, " If you want to know if the two of you look alike, you can dig out Yanbei's body and have a look, right?"

Mo Zijin was not angry with Song Boyi's words, he just sighed and turned his face back, "How did he die?"

Song Boyi spread out a piece of rice paper again, and the ink-stained pen was hanging on the rice paper, but he couldn't put down the pen. After a long time, he dropped the pen and said to Mo Zijin, "He was killed by Qin Yi's order. of."

Mo Zijin was stunned.

"Be careful." Song Boyi smiled coldly at him, "Maybe one day he will have a whim and order you to be killed too."

Mo Zijin smiled wryly, and didn't ask any more questions. The brazier in the courtyard was extinguished by the cool wind blowing from all directions.

That evening, Mo Zijin left the city and went to Fengwei Mountain.Sure enough, there is a tomb on the top of Fengwei Mountain, but this tomb is very simple, it is just a short earth bag, and a wooden board is erected in front of the earth bag to serve as a stele, and the word Yanbei is engraved crookedly on the stele , that's all.

The weeds in front of the monument are very luxuriant, mixed with a few wild flowers, which make this place peaceful and peaceful.

Mo Zijin sat down in front of the stele, and carefully touched the two words on the stele.The board was very rough, and the upturned fine stubble pierced Mo Zijin's hand, but Mo Zijin didn't care, opened a pot of wine that he brought up along the way, and slowly sprinkled it in front of Yanbei's tomb.

When the mountain wind blows, it is already early autumn.

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Seven years ago, Midsummer.

"A gentleman is beneficial without waste, labor without complaint, desire without greed, prosperity without arrogance, power without violence." Song Boyi shook his head, leaning on the porch pillar and reading a sentence from the book aloud.

Qin Yi sat leaning on the rail to feed the fish, and listened to Song Boyi's words, shook his head and snorted coldly.

Song Boyi slapped the book on his lap, rolled a glance at Qin Yi and asked, "What are you humming?"

Qin Yi threw fish food into the pond one by one, and lazily said: "I just think you are boring, and you only know these big things all day long."

Song Boyi clicked his tongue, straddled the railing and faced Qin Yi, "What do you know? People need to be virtuous to know how to be polite."

Qin Yi glanced coldly at Song Boyi, "So what if I know the etiquette?"

"Executive, become an official." Song Boyi said with curled lips, "Then inherit the unique knowledge for the past saints, and bring peace to all generations."

Qin Yi sighed, "Bookworm."

"Hey you." Song Boyi rolled up his book and pointed at Qin Yi's head. He was choked up for a moment, turned his head, and asked for help from the person who was dozing off on the other side of the railing.

"Yanbei, your master calls me a nerd, do you care?"

Yanbei opened his eyes in a daze, glanced at Song Boyi who had woken him up, and muttered, "You deserve it."

"I..." Song Boyi suffered from both sides.

"What did you wake him up for?" Qin Yi said dissatisfiedly to Song Boyi, "I wanted to see him fall asleep and fall into the fish pond."

Song Boyi sighed, amused by Qin Yi, pointed at Qin Yi with the spine of the book, then pointed at Yanbei, and said with a smile: "You two, if you cut open your belly, it must be full of black water " After finishing speaking, he carried the book and went to continue reading under the old willow tree behind the house.

"How long are you going to sleep?" After Song Boyi left, Qin Yi threw the last two fish food into the pond and asked Yanbei.

"Tomorrow morning." Yan Bei yawned and replied, "Don't you want to see me fall into the fish pond? Tomorrow morning, remember to bring a big net to catch me."

Qin Yi smiled, got up from the railing, walked into the house, and said as he walked, "Then you have to climb out tonight to tidy up the study."

"Mmm... I obey." Yan Bei responded with a long answer, but in fact, he was no longer sleepy.