Touch the cold

Later, Qi Shuang came back from cutting a large pile of bamboo from outside the mountain, and cut it into thin bamboo strips with a knife, saying that he wanted to make something fun for his nephew.

"This thing... can children like it?" Mo Zijin asked while holding a small box that Qi Shuang wove out of thin bamboo strips.

Qi Shuang chuckled, "If you don't like it, I'll do it again until I like it."

"An uncle like you..." Mo Zijin said with a tut.

"What's wrong with me?" Qi Shuang smiled with her fingers fluttering, "I've already made up my mind. If Axue gives birth to a kid, I'll teach him boxing skills. Words, read books."

Mo Zijin smiled, looked at Qi Shuang's face full of spring breeze, and didn't say anything more, pulled Qin Yi beside him and said: "Go, let him wander here by himself, don't care about him, I'll take you to a place Good place."

The good place Mo Zijin mentioned was actually the roof of his own house. It wasn't completely dark yet, but the figure of a crescent moon had already appeared, and the light and shallow Milky Way exuded a faint silvery brilliance.

The evening wind in summer always carries a pleasant fragrance of flowers. Mo Zijin took a deep breath and said to Qin Yi: "How about it, the scenery here is quite beautiful."

Qin Yi raised his head slightly and looked into the distance, with stars shining in his eyes.

Mo Zijin twisted his body, and then said: "Actually, the original roof of the Qin Mansion is much more comfortable than the one here, but at that time, every time I asked you to come up to accompany me, you always shied away. I lied to you." After saying that, he handed Qin Yi a pot of wine.

Qin Yi didn't like drinking very much, so he just held the jug in his arms.

Mo Zijin was in a very comfortable mood while drinking the evening breeze. While drinking, he slowly moved towards Qin Yi's side, little by little, not much faster than a snail, until his shoulder touched Qin Yi's side. He stopped behind his shoulder.

Qin Yi turned his head to look at Mo Zijin.

Mo Zijin pretended to be okay and continued to drink, the sky had completely darkened, he felt that the night was really beautiful.

Qin Yi quietly raised the corners of his lips, and slowly opened his arms around Mo Zijin. The evening wind blew his loose robe, and the fabric made a slight rustling sound.

Mo Zijin suppressed a smile, took a gulp of wine, and gave Qin Yi a hard kick, causing Qin Yi to shake.

Qin Yi blinked, and wrapped his arms around Mo Zijin even tighter, and then pressed his face against Mo Zijin's forehead.

Mo Zijin closed his eyes, the smile on his face was so thick that it couldn't be dispelled, he continued to lean towards Qin Yi, buried his face in the crook of his neck, vomited a little drunk, and said stickily Something, not very similar to him in the daytime, makes people feel some love and pity for no reason.

There was tenderness in Qin Yi's eyes, neither concealed nor evasive, he put the jug in his arms aside, turned his head and kissed Mo Zijin's cheek, the corners of his eyes, and finally on his lips.

Mo Zijin looked up at him, and felt that the fragrance of flowers in the summer wind became stronger, and together with Qin Yi's breath, it turned into an incomprehensible sex, but he couldn't stop it.

In Qin Yi's gradually passionate kiss, Mo Zijin seemed to be drained of strength slowly, the wine jug in his hand slid down from the eaves and fell into the courtyard, with a "clang" sound, everyone in the courtyard was frightened. Qi Shuang, who was sweating profusely weaving things for her nephew, trembled, and was almost scratched by a bamboo stick.

Qi Shuang glanced at the roof, but saw nothing, and shook her head to herself.

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A year later, it is still midsummer, with clear skies, birds and insects singing harmoniously.

"Qin Yi Qin Yi, look what I brought back."

Mo Zijin came in excitedly from the door, and showed Qin Yi the fish basket in his hand. In the basket was a large black catfish, breathing heavily.

Qin Yi was peeling a plate of lotus seeds, shaking his wet hands, only glanced into the basket, then avoided in disgust.

Mo Zijin grinned, and shouted to Qi Shuang's room: "Qi Shuang, help me kill a fish, this fish is too big and I'm afraid I won't be able to handle it."

After a while, no one answered.

Mo Zijin was puzzled for a moment, put down his basket and sat next to Qin Yi. Qin Yi could communicate with others smoothly now, and always carried a pen and paper with him, but the ink pen was too troublesome, so Mo Zijin replaced it with carbon. Great.

"Where did Qi Shuang go?" Mo Zijin stretched out a piece of paper and wrote.

Qin Yi shook off the water on his hands, and wrote: "I went to see his little nephew."

Last winter, Ah Xue gave birth to a boy, who was chubby and cute.Since then, Qi Shuang has visited his nephew at least a few times a month, and each time he has to bring a lot of food.

During this year, Lingyou also wrote several letters to Mo Zijin. There was nothing special in the letters, they were all about the world and his trivial nagging, but there were some attachments and concerns hidden between the lines.

Mo Zijin also wanted to reply to the letter, but thinking of him traveling all over the world and living without a fixed place, that's all.

And later, Lingyou's letters became less and less, Mo Zijin felt that he should have found someone more worthy of talking to than himself, and lived the life he wanted.

"Okay." Mo Zijin looked at Qin Yi's words and sighed, got up and carried the fish basket while walking and muttered: "Let this big fat fish live a little longer."

Qin Yi stared at Mo Zijin's back in a daze for a while, and when Mo Zijin put the fish basket and turned back, Qin Yi was still in a daze.

Mo Zijin smiled, walked over and shook his hand in front of his eyes, and wrote, "Why are you in a daze."

Qin Yi shook his head, picked up a peeled lotus seed on the plate and put it in his mouth, still chewing in a daze.

Mo Zijin tapped Qin Yi's forehead lightly, twirled a lotus seed and chewed, and continued to write: "What are you thinking, tell me."

Qin Yi hesitated for a moment, and just about to write something, Qi Shuang came in from the door with a smile on his face.

"Yo, you're back." Mo Zijin said to Qishuang, "How is your little nephew?"

"Alright." Qi Shuang walked over and said, "I've grown up a lot since we haven't seen each other for a few days. By the way, Axue asked me to bring you and Qin Yi along."

"I'll take a look with you some other day," Mo Zijin said.

"Okay." Qi Shuang clapped her hands and smiled, "Axue will probably be very happy to see you."

Mo Zijin pursed his lips and smiled, stood up and said, "Don't be idle when you come back, there is a catfish in the kitchen, help kill it, and make braised catfish tonight."

"What's the rush, let me have a sip of water." Qi Shuang said and was about to sit down on the chair.

Mo Zijin pulled up the chair, "There is water under the kitchen, go quickly." After saying that, he pushed Qi Shuang towards the kitchen.

Qin Yi sighed secretly, and continued peeling the unfinished lotus seeds.In fact, what Qin Yi wanted to write just now was very simple, he just wanted to know Mo Zijin's name.

It's strange to say that after so long, Qin Yi never asked the name of the person who was by his side all day long, because Qin Yi usually wrote down his thoughts and put them in front of that person, there was no need to add more last title.

However, Qin Yi wants to know on a whim recently, just because he can always dream of some strange fragments in the past few nights. Seeing a unique courtyard, koi jumping in the pond, and the breeze caressing the willows, no matter how many scenes there are, I can’t recall them.

Qin Yi thought about it, and wandered off again. The white cat jumped onto the table and stole two lotus seeds without knowing it.

The catfish that Mo Zijin brought back tasted very fresh, and he was a little stuffed after eating it. At night, he rubbed his belly with one hand, and with the other hand wrote today's events for Qin Yi as usual.

"Qi Shuang said, his little nephew is very good and strong, and Axue is still saying hello to you. I'm thinking about it for a while, we will go to see her too, do you remember Axue?" Mo Zi Jin wrote.

Qin Yi nodded, lying on his side on the table, helping Mo Zijin rub his stomach with one hand.Mo Zijin rested his chin on the table and snorted comfortably.

Qin Yi looked at him and smiled, picked up the carbon stick on the table, and wrote, "Does your stomach feel better?"

"I feel much better." Mo Zijin wrote.

"Then let me ask you something." Qin Yi continued to write.

Mo Zijin opened his half-closed eyes and nodded, it was rare that Qin Yi wanted to ask him something so seriously.

"It's been so long, I still don't know what your name is." Qin Yi also leaned on the table and wrote with his left hand. The handwriting was crooked, and it took Mo Zijin a long time to recognize it.

"What kind of problem is this?" Mo Zijin muttered, but when he was writing, he hesitated, glanced at Qin Yi, and finally wrote two words on the paper: "Yanbei."

In fact, no matter how many years have passed, and no matter how free and easy Mo Zijin is, this matter will always be a knot in his heart. The word Yanbei on the paper hides too much love-hate entanglement.

Mo Zijin handed these two words to Qin Yi to read, and carefully observed the changes in Qin Yi's face, but after Qin Yi read these two words, there was no wave in his eyes, and he just tapped lightly. Head, wrote: "Remember."

Mo Zijin knew that if Qin Yi didn't respond to these two words, then he still hadn't thought of the past, and he had to admit that now he still thought that Yan Bei was more important in Qin Yi's heart than he was. More lingering strokes.

Mo Zijin smiled self-deprecatingly.

For no reason, he suddenly felt more uncomfortable in his stomach, and wanted to stand up for a while, but was caught by Qin Yi.

Qin Yi rolled out another piece of paper, switched his right hand and wrote, "Do you recognize Mo Zijin, where is this person?"

Mo Zijin was stunned, his breathing and heartbeat stopped for an instant.

Qin Yi tilted his head to look at him.

After a while, Mo Zijin held the carbon rod with trembling hands, suppressed the turmoil in his heart, and wrote on the piece of paper: "How do you know this person?"

Qin Yi frowned and thought for a while, then wrote: "I don't know what to say, it's just these three words that popped up in my mind, and I don't have any other impressions. Do you recognize him?"

Mo Zijin smiled, his eyes were a little red, and he wrote heavily: "I recognize him, and I know that he has been waiting for you for a long time."

Qin Yi was taken aback for a moment, then hurriedly wrote, "Do you know where he is?"

Mo Zijin shook his head and wrote, "But I know, he will come back sooner or later."

Qin Yi looked at the paper in a daze, as if he was thinking about what Mo Zijin meant.

In fact, Mo Zijin still wanted to say the second half of the sentence. He didn't write the words on the paper, but gently took Qin Yi's shoulders, and said to the flickering candles and the slowly flowing warm air in the room: "I also know that one day, you will come back."

Later, that night, Qin Yi slept deeply.

He didn't know that outside the house, Mo Zijin was holding the piece of paper they were talking with, crying like a child who had just been robbed of candied haws.

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