The mountain ghost blows out the lights

There has been a lot of snow recently, and it is rare for Yanjing City to be a little quiet.

There were not many tourists, but most of them went indoors instead of setting up stalls outside. At first glance, there were no people on the street, and it seemed a bit deserted.

The snow has finally collected, covering the ground with a thin layer, with footprints all over it, and some "big" characters half a person's height, it should be someone's child who loves to play, lying on the snow to print and play with.

Linlang Pavilion was closed, everyone knew that Yan Jinping and Shen Lianxing needed to rest, Li Chuizhu didn't know where Maodong was hiding, and Dan Ge simply took Babao and went out to the river to fish - but these two people were not good at technology, tossing After several days, I didn't even see a fish shadow. Dange quit on the third day, only Babao insisted on going out early and returning late, and refused to give up.

As for Yuntong... Yuntong lives in Langhuan Pavilion these days and doesn't stay at home all day long. He has long since "sworn to death for a part-time job". I don't know what he and Rong Ling said.

In fact, it wasn't long before the two of them went out, but what happened in the unclean sea was too exhausting. Everyone was a little tired after such a toss. Boss Yan, who didn't need to sleep, rarely slacked up these days and used his head softly. As soon as he buried his pillow, he fell into a dark sleep.

I didn't wake up until noon the next day.

There is only one small window in the interior, which is tightly closed, and the sky outside is dim. Although it is not dark, there is no sun.

The room was silent, Shen Lianxing woke up at some point, sat leaning against the head of the bed, looking sideways at Yan Jinping's sleeping face.

As soon as Yan Jinping opened his eyes, he met his gaze, and he didn't speak, just smiled, and tucked the corner of the quilt back in for Yan Jinping.

Yan Jinping didn't wake up, and touched his shoulder in a daze: "What are you thinking?"

He slept for too long, his voice was still nasal, and his eyelashes were drooping, covering his half-opened eyes.

Shen Lianxing grabbed Boss Yan's hand and gently squeezed his fingers, while answering him solemnly: "...I miss Fengqiu."

"Well."

Yan Jinping sat up, gathered the loose skirts on his shoulders, raked his hair casually with the other free hand, tilted his head and asked him: "You are free, what do you want him for?"

Could it be that after many days, Shen Lianxing has some unique insights into this matter?

Boss Yan woke up a little, waiting to hear his advice.

Shen Lianxing waited for him to ask, and immediately said: "He called your brother."

He was quite unhappy and said: "I have never called you brother."

Yan Jinping: "..."

What is this?

He was almost annoyed, and withdrew his hand and elbowed Shen Lianxing: "When did you treat me like a brother?"

Shen Lianxing didn't care, pretended not to hear, firmly believed that he had suffered a loss, and slowly rubbed Boss Yan into his arms, while messing around, he even yelled in his ear repeatedly.

Yan Jinping's body was uncomfortable, and his ears were itchy. In order to save face, he resisted tenaciously and tried to pull this guy aside: "Don't... I don't have a brother like you."

Shen Lianxing refused to let him go, and he called out politely and affectionately, but he was unambiguous at all when he made trouble. He apparently complied, and went to suck the side of the young man's neck again.

Boss Yan was originally thin-skinned and extremely fair-skinned. Being gnawed and gnawed by him in such a disorderly manner left many absurd impressions.

Like a cluster of lively red plum blossoms in the snow.

Shen Lianxing hugged him and made a fuss for a while, then suddenly said with emotion: "It would be great if I could meet you sooner."

"How early can it be?" The man was warm, and Yan Jinping lazily leaned into his arms to calm his breath, a little too lazy to think, "We met 15 years ago, no matter how early, where can we go?"

Do you have to let him meet Shen Lianxing, and say 'I hugged you when you were young' when greeting Shen Lianxing?

That's too outrageous.

Shen Lianxing smiled, did not speak, and lightly rubbed Yan Jinping's hair with the tip of his nose.

He regretted not coming to him earlier. The glimpse in his childhood was like a dream. Although it was amazing, Shen Lianxing didn't know what it meant to him at that time.

Maybe they got used to it a long time ago, Yan Jinping usually behaved peacefully, if Fengqiu hadn't mentioned it again, they would seldom think of Tunan again.

After all, Tu Nan is a true god now, even if there is a heinous revenge to avenge, Yan Jinping's body is still the most important.They will not act rashly until they have accomplished their current goals.

Anyone can tell the truth, but Shen Lianxing still can't help feeling sorry for him every time he thinks about it.

Boss Yan is such a proud and flamboyant person, he will never evade or deceive himself.Now that he can mention Tunan with such a peaceful mind, he must have forced himself to face his memories many times, and he is already used to it.

It would be great if I could get to know him earlier. I don't know how this man got here in the first days.

Shen Lianxing tightened his arms again, buried his face next to Boss Yan's neck, and said softly in a completely possessive gesture: "It doesn't matter, anyway, it's my loss, you pay me."

Yan Jinping simply didn't know where he came to this conclusion, struggling to turn over and beat him up, he said with a fake smile: "Mr. Let me give you a diagnosis and treatment—”

As a result, the resistance failed, and instead, he was held down and recklessly demanded some 'reparations'.

……

Mr. Shen made a fuss too much this time, and the next day he was satisfied with all his clothes, and asked the angry Boss Yan to send him away, and went fishing by the river with Dan Ge and Babao.

Yan Jinping didn't want to see his face for a while, so he walked around the room a few times and sat on the beauty couch for a while, feeling that everything was wrong all over his body, and his heart was also flustered, so he had no choice but to Stand up, walk to the window, watch the scenery outside and enjoy the cool breeze.

The wind outside the window was not small, and the snow did not stop.Yan Jinping's robe sleeves and even his hair were blown up by the wind. After blowing for a while, he felt cold. Although he would not get sick, Boss Yan's body temperature was low all the year round. window.

A whole city of wind and snow was blocked out of the window.

There is an enchantment in the building, warm in winter and cool in summer, and the house is lit with very mild sandalwood, which has no offensive power, and can relax people unconsciously.

Yan Jinping stuffed two cushions behind him, picked and picked them, and leaned back on the beauty couch.

I didn't feel anything after staying in this place for more than ten years, but now I'm only two steps away from people, and I suddenly feel that the building is much empty, like a child who is about to make a fuss with no one to accompany me. Promising.

He sighed for a while, then suddenly remembered something, then turned his head to the box in the corner and said, "Xianghe."

Xianghe was there on call, lifted the lid of the box a little, revealing a pair of eyes: "Boss, what's the matter?"

"You..." Yan Jinping paused, and said, "Find out the box that Feng An sent before."

He still doesn't know what Feng An sent him earlier.

"Oh." Xianghe nodded in response, and said again, "You may have to wait for me for a while."

"What?" Yan Jinping wondered, "Something went wrong?"

All the treasures in Linlang Pavilion belonged to Xianghe, he should be clear to these families, and he rarely heard Xianghe say this.

"No." Xianghe shook his head, and said slowly, "It's just that you said to put it in a corner, but I put it in the innermost place. Now it's covered with a bunch of things, and it takes a while to find it. Got it."

Yan Jinping: "..."

It's his fault.

"Okay." He waved his hand, "Go, no rush."

Xianghe made another 'click' and closed the lid of the box.

After a long time, he slowly stretched out a hand and handed the box to Yan Jinping.

The boxes are just plain wooden boxes.

It is not big, has no decoration, and has grooves on three sides. The cover slides in and gets stuck, and it can be pushed open with a light press and a push.

Yan Jinping shook, but he didn't hear the sound, and it wasn't too heavy, so he couldn't guess the contents inside from the outside.

What kind of gift is it that can make Feng An think that Yan Jinping made a special trip to Jin Yusi because he saw the things in that small box?

There were too many possibilities, so Yan Jinping simply gave up guessing and pushed open the lid of the box.

Yan Jinping had many ideas about Feng An's gift.

Feng An misunderstood him at that time, the two of them did not move around for a long time, the only intersection was Jin Yuwei who came to the pavilion to find faults from time to time, if he opened the box and found that it was empty with nothing in it, Yan Jinping would not will be surprised.

But he never thought that the wooden box contained a tiny piece of feather.

Light golden, with the aura of the Golden Crow on it, it should be Feng An's, and when you touch it with your fingers, you can still feel a not-so-obvious temperature.

The feathers are thin and soft, not as long as a human finger, almost like fluff, and the luster is not obvious.Compared with the beautiful feather that Feng Qiu once had, it is nothing worth mentioning.

Jinwu will give feathers to those close to him.

The relationship between the two of them was very tense when they gave this thing, and it was impossible for Feng An to give Yan Jinping his own feathers.

It only represented Feng An's insignificant, awkward, reconciliation goodwill that even he himself did not want to admit.

...He stayed in Jin Yusi for too long, even if he still didn't know the truth of the matter, he gradually learned to forgive.

It's a pity that the dust has settled, and the old man has long gone, disappearing in the wind and snow.

There was only one long sigh left.

"...Xianghe."

Yan Jinping stood there watching for a long time before closing the lid again.

Xiang He stretched out an extremely long arm, stretched out his hand and waited beside him, waiting for Yan Jinping to hand the box to him.

Yan Jinping wanted to hand over the box to Xianghe at first, but he didn't do that.He put the box back into his sleeve and put it away, and said to Xianghe, "Please do me a favor."

Xiang He pawed at the side of the box: "Tell me."

Yan Jinping took out a piece of paper rolled into a barrel, put it into Xianghe's long outstretched hand, and said to him: "This is a list. Please keep an eye on the things on it. There should be a lot of people in the pavilion. Some of them are available, and those who don’t have them should be replaced first, if you can’t find them, tell me, and I’ll figure out a way.”

Xiang He took the paper back and took a look, then asked him, "It's not hard to find. Master, do you want to use it?"

"...Hmm." Yan Jinping said, "Do my friend a little favor."

Feng An also handed over the remaining half drop of clean divine blood to Yan Jinping, and entrusted him to take good care of Yayu along with the ritual steps he had prepared at the beginning.

I don't know if Ya Yu would be willing to ask for this gift from Feng An, but I didn't tell him at the time, probably because he was afraid that he would not accept it.

He is a good boy with affection and righteousness.

However, this matter is not under Yan Jinping's control. Since he has already agreed to it, he has to find all the things first.

As for the others... If it doesn't work, just wait for Feng An to come back, and then let him break up with Ya Yu himself.

Not in a hurry.

The author says:

Feng An: Σ.

Yan Jinping: ...What did you say?

Feng An: Seek peace.

Yan Jinping: It's close to less, you messed with the child yourself, coax it yourself.

Shen Lianxing: He calls you brother!I never called you brother! (Tie stickers (use the question to play.jpg

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As a person, I either don't drive, or I drive a big one...

I also want it to exist reasonably in the text, and I don’t want to delete it directly to destroy the sense of reading fluency, so I have to hold back my hand that wants to drive the little train, and play it restrainedly and implicitly.

I like sandalwood, if the next abo hadn't been for Western Fantasy, I might have made all the pheromones in Gong into sandalwood (.