Shinto monks in modern times

The deep and gentle piano music flows quietly in the space separated by the glass wall. The female singer on the stage has a low and hoarse voice, singing a classic old song slowly. It tells the story of a pair of ordinary lovers cuddling together in a disaster The story of being dependent on each other, holding each other's hand and dying peacefully together.

Feng Yi found this 'Free Space' bar on the Internet.

Netizens commented: Elegant environment, ambiguous lighting, quiet and comfortable... This place is not like a bar, but like a private club.

When Song Shi and Feng Yi came in, the welcome guests at the door sized them up with critical eyes, then smiled warmly and bent slightly to invite them—it seemed that this bar was still picky.

For monks, the problems that other celebrities would worry about do not exist here. The two of them maintained their original appearances, but no one would associate them with Feng Yi and his assistants. After the two walked out of the bar, they saw People who see them will have their faces blurred in their memory, unable to recall specific details.

Coming to the counter, Feng Yi glanced at each wine bottle, and finally said to the bartender, "Have a brightly colored glass."

"," the bartender smiled upon seeing the questioning look of the guest, "How about the blue coral reef?"

Feng Yi pursed her lips: "You are a professional."

After a series of skilled and smooth movements, the color of the cocktail is as wonderful as the blue sky and white clouds, and the blue part is especially charming, translucent and touching.

The bartender looks eagerly at the customer.

Feng Yi applauded: "It's beautiful."

"Like you," the bartender's voice became softer amidst the flowing music: "This is the color of the ocean, and you are as mysterious as the deep sea. Would you mind giving me a chance to explore?"

Feng Yi: "..."

Shenxiu recalled the details written by netizens: the bartender at the bar is gay, and his radar is accurate, so he will not attack heterosexuals.So, how does the other person see that he is gay or bisexual?Not even he knew it himself.

The monks seldom care about their partners. They have long since broken away from the shackles of carrying on the family line or forming a family, and they are walking on their own 'road' wholeheartedly.

What's more, unlike ordinary couples who are incompatible with each other and cause restlessness in their homes, monks' partners are called "Tao couples". Discord will affect the "Tao".

Most of the monks are single, just because they don't want to add this variable to themselves.

Song Shi said coldly, "You have crossed the line."

The bartender looked at him provocatively for a while, then turned to Feng Yi: "What's your opinion, guest?"

Feng Yi admired the glass of cocktail, and smiled when she heard this: "He is more handsome than you."

The bartender raised his eyebrows and said decisively, "But my skills are better than his." The experienced bartender spoke with great confidence, treating Song Shi like nothing: "For a man like him, he must only know how to be rough and stiff in bed. Being like a piece of ice in a cold store is not going to give you real happiness."

Song Shi: "..."

Shenxiu originally planned to tell the bartender that he is also a top according to the strategies written by netizens to get rid of his entanglement, but he noticed Jianxiu's expression.

It seems cold and indifferent, but in fact it is at a loss.

The mischievous factor surfaced, Feng Yi changed her mind at will, raised her wine glass and smiled meaningfully: "Ice will always melt, won't it?"

The translucent, blue cocktail was brought to his lips, Song Shi looked at Feng Yi in surprise, there was no offended anger in his heart, but a bit of panic, and a bit of tiny but real joy.

The penetrating soprano awakened the confused thoughts, Song Shi lowered his head slightly, and touched the crystal blue with his lips—the entrance was refreshing and refreshing.

Feng Yi was stunned.

He thought that Song Shi would refuse, warn, become angry, even thought that he would strike with a sword directly, but he never thought that the other party would be so... docile.

——Or, only docile to yourself?

——Like a big dog, no matter how aggressive it is outside, it is gentle and obedient in front of its master.

Under the ambiguous light, Jianxiu's eyes like cold stars in the past seemed to be stained with a layer of water, and became moist.The two stared at each other for a long time, Feng Yi finally recovered, and said to the counter: "I have a companion."

The bartender spread his hands regretfully: "Okay, you have a companion."

Feng Yi raised her glass: "Good luck."

Song Shi and Feng Yi found a corner and sat down, they were speechless for a moment.

Two people, one glass of wine.

Feng Yi felt a little uncomfortable, and after considering it, he proposed: "Would you like to order another drink?" As he said this, he found a place that Jianxiu had never touched, and took a sip of wine from there.

Song Shi looked away in embarrassment, and called the waiter, "A glass of ice water."

Feng Yi had a strange expression on his face: "Ice water is 50 yuan, are you sure?" Probably drunk, he unbuttoned two buttons on his shirt while talking.

Song Shi insisted: "I need it very much."

"……All right."

The two looked at each other silently and drank quietly.Song glanced at the person across from the corner of his eye from time to time, and it took him a long time to calm down a little, and he was able to look directly at Shenxiu calmly on the surface.In fact, why isn't Feng Yi embarrassed?But if you don't drink this glass of wine or simply give it to Jianxiu, you will directly lose face, not to mention letting Song Shi drink this glass of wine before is also your own idea... Shenxiu finally realized what it means to dig a hole and bury himself.

At this time, Feng Yi thought of Little Black Miao. If it was here, the atmosphere would not be so strange.

The bar changed the tune.

The tempo is a little faster than before, and it is a melodic serenade, describing a fairy tale of shrubs, violins, poets and beloved girls.

It was approaching midnight, looking out through the glass window, there were a lot fewer pedestrians on the street, and some customers in the bar got up to check out and leave.

A pair of men and women with scarves wrapped around their faces walked out holding hands. After they took a few steps out the door, someone suddenly shouted: "It's Yan Guan and Shao Hanyan, still holding hands!"

"Who?"

"Where is Yan Guan?"

"Ah, my Hanyan!"

……

In the chaos, someone rushed towards the man and woman. The scarves they used to hide their faces slipped a little, and the original appearance could be vaguely seen. Reporters shooting indiscriminately?

Yan Guan and Shao Hanyan finally escaped from the encirclement.

However, Feng Yi knew that there would be an affair between the two of them tomorrow to suppress the news about her during this period.

Obviously, the previous reporter had been on guard for a while. He purposely called out his identity when the two stars came out, in order to use the public as a cover to capture evidence of their dating, and let the two and their managers behind them I thought that there was no media to know about it, so I was not prepared enough, and I was caught off guard.

It was cold at night, Yan Guan and Shao Hanyan were not the only ones wearing scarves. In the situation just now, the two separated and mixed into the crowd from the beginning. The chance of running away was much higher. Why did they have to hold hands and run together?

When Feng Yi turned her attention back again, she realized that Jian Xiu, who was facing him, was staring at him intently, with an extremely deep and indelible attachment hidden in her eyes.

Such an expression...seems familiar.

The fuzzy fragments flashed in my mind, but the deliberate capture made the hidden trace disappear more quickly.

Feng Yi's heart moved, and she probed: "Where was the first time we met?"

Song Shi was stunned for a long time, and unconsciously uttered a few syllables before he seemed to have made up his mind. He lowered his head and said, "On the edge of Dongting Lake, more than ten miles south of Songjia Village, in a small gourd-shaped cave."

Feng Yi thought about it carefully, and matched Jianxiu's description with the appearance of the sanctuary in his memory, thoughtfully: "The one who did evil that time, was it a dragon?"

Song Shi nodded.

He remembered that he saved a group of children, that is to say, the tall sword cultivator in front of him was still a short-legged little bean cultivator back then?Even knowing that everyone has a young age, Feng Yi couldn't help laughing when thinking of Song Shi, "I don't know what you looked like when you were young."

Song Shi was startled, and let out a long breath.There are too many people blessed by the gods, and he was too insignificant at that time. Although the other party did not remember his preparations, it is still inevitable to be disappointed when this time comes.The amulet close to his chest was slightly hot, and he didn't know whether it was happiness or regret, and many emotions were surging, with mixed feelings.

Hundreds of years ago, the little children followed the master to travel around the world, saw all kinds of things in the world, and gradually grew up.The family always thought that he had become a 'chevalier'.After the death of his parents, he no longer returned to the village occasionally, nor sent letters back. Instead, he lived in seclusion in the mountains with his master and forged his own sword.

The sword is completed, the way is clear, but the original spiritual cultivation cannot be found.The golden body of the temple has dimmed its light, the incense candles have long been burned to ashes, the melons and fruits enshrined are eaten by passing animals, spiders weave webs, and mice make nests.

In the Song Dynasty, like a mortal, he cleaned the temple bit by bit with his own hands and restored it to its former spotless condition. Telling the "immortal apparition" to worship in the brand-new temple, he sighed somewhat self-deprecatingly.

Time has passed to the present, and he is sitting in a comfortable and elegant bar, drinking the same glass of wine with the unreachable Shenxiu in the past, knowing each other's name, participating in each other's life, and will continue to participate for a long time. Compared with the past, it is already a dream A scene never expected.

Song Shi's glass was empty, he hesitated for a moment and asked, "Are you moving out?"

"Yes," Feng Yi shook the cocktail, paid attention to Jianxiu's expression, and invited: "Do you want to move here?" He smiled: "There are still many vacant rooms in the villa, you can live next to me, the chef The food mother cooks is delicious, besides, for safety reasons, the bodyguard should be inseparable from the employer."

Inseparable...?

Moved by this word, Song Shi finally nodded.

Back at the apartment, Feng Yi habitually caught the kitten that jumped into her arms, touched its belly, and said with distress: "I've lost weight, go back and ask Mama Wang to cook you some delicious food, master, I only know how to barbecue ,well."

Song Shi, who also only knows how to grill: "..."

So, is this the real reason why Feng Yi wants to move back?