The time-traveling husband is also comprehensible

Kong Mingfan didn't understand what he meant, so he pulled him into his arms and wiped off the melted snow and ice on his body with a towel, then wrapped him in a blanket, let him sit on his lap and began to feed him fish balls.

"You eat too." Ding Baocheng took a few mouthfuls and smiled slightly: "My craftsmanship seems to be really good?"

Kong Mingfan ate the fish balls and drank a few mouthfuls of soup, feeling his stomach warmed up, and his colic stomach was also much more comfortable, he paused: "Bao'er's craftsmanship is indeed very good, but it's not as good as mine. "

Ding Baocheng snorted and said, "Narcissism." There was a hint of sadness in his slightly bent eyes as he smiled. He thought he was hiding it well, but everything fell into Kong Mingfan's eyes.

On this windy and snowy night, the two of them finished their fish soup and lay side by side on the bed, holding hands, looking warm and harmonious, and neither of them mentioned the previous incident.

Kong Mingfan held him in his arms and kissed his face: "Bao'er...give me some time. You must believe me."

Ding Baocheng stared at the dark roof of the warehouse, seeing nothing in his eyes, and said softly, "Okay."

When Kong Mingfan heard the words, he hugged him even harder, and they fell asleep in each other's arms, with the rustling of snow outside the cabin.

The next day, Ding Baocheng opened his eyes, and he looked to the side, and sure enough, it was empty.

He smiled wryly:

——I have already thought of this result, why are you still silently expecting him to stay.

"island!"

A loud shout came from outside the house.

"There is an island ahead, we have reached the land!" There was another rising and falling voice.

Ding Baocheng dressed up and went out, only to see that the snow had cleared and the sun was casting warm light on the sea. As expected, there was a shining golden island less than 1000 meters ahead, surrounded by ice fog.

There is a mountain in the center of the island, and the colorful rays of light on the top of the mountain reflect into interest, reflecting rainbows in the mist.

Everyone was amazed, the boatman plucked up the sails, and continued to drive forward for a short time before reaching the shore.

The sand on the shore is silvery white, shining dazzlingly in the sun.

Someone couldn't wait to jump off the boat, couldn't help squatting down, picked up a handful of sand, looked at it in front of his eyes, and said in surprise, "It seems to be silver particles?"

"How is this possible? If the sand is all silver, how much silver would it cost to grind it into powder for so much sand on this island?"

"What the hell, anyway, no matter if it's silver or not, I'll take a bag home with me, as a souvenir!" The man said as he took out a big cloth bag and started filling it with silver sand.

Ding Baocheng's eyes fell on the forest in the fog in the distance. He felt a little uneasy. Where did this uneasiness come from?I can't say it, but there is an instinctive sense of resistance.

He squeezed his fingers vigorously, without even looking at those people who kept their heads stuffed with sand into the bag, and walked inside.

Kong Mingfan chased after him and grabbed his arm: "Wait for everyone."

Ding Baocheng was upset, and glanced at the hand he was holding on to, "Let go."

Kong Mingfan's lips moved and he didn't speak nor let go.

Ding Baocheng took a look at him and didn't talk nonsense, raised his hand to push his hand down, and walked straight into the jungle.

Kong Mingfan pursed his lips and followed him in without saying a word.

Wang Xiuming and Su Qian caught up: "Where is he going?"

Kong Mingfan shook his head, seemingly bored: "I don't know, let's go in first."

Along with Xuan Lang and Lin Jin, Wei An and Kong Derui also caught up belatedly, and the Jin family was also picking up silver sand so they didn't come.

Ding Baocheng heard a series of footsteps behind him, turned his head and saw the people behind him, turned his head and continued walking irresistibly.

There were a total of eight of them, in groups of two or two, but everyone was silent in tacit understanding, and no one knew what was in the depths of this weird forest.

After walking for a long time, the group of people was covered by the thicker and thicker fog, and the visible range was only ten paces.

Wang Xiuming said: "We have to think of a way, it will be bad if we get separated in this jungle."

Wei An was already scared to death, and agreed after hearing the words: "Yes, yes, there are many people and strength, why don't we find a rope to string them together? It's very convenient to have a caretaker, in case someone gets lost Or if there are monsters in this forest, it is easy to find the early warning..."

Ding Baocheng said suddenly: "Don't talk nonsense, the forest is planted with lost trees, they will listen and remember what you say, and then it will be like a ghost hitting a wall, making the fear in your heart come true."

Thinking of what he said just now, Wei An's face turned green with fright, and he hurriedly covered his mouth.

Wang Xiuming said: "How did Mr. Ding know? I have never seen such a strange tree recorded in a book."

Ding Baocheng said: "You haven't seen a lot. If the things you haven't seen don't exist, then it's too easy to live."

Wang Xiuming didn't quite understand what he meant.

Kong Mingfan narrowed his eyes, and said, "He means that there are terrible things in places you don't know about."

Ding Baocheng turned his head and glared at him: "If you want to die so much, just keep talking and don't hurt me. I've made it very clear. Don't say anything bad here. It's better to say some jokes or Good wishes, so that we can go out faster.”

Su Qian patted her fan: "I understand what Mr. Ding means. I remember that when I was a child, there was an osmanthus tree in front of my house. The fragrance of that tree could waft for ten miles. Every spring, my mother and father would pick osmanthus flowers and make them for us. Cake. The smell is very fragrant. Later, this tree blocked the road, so it was sawed into firewood. I really miss that tree! It would be great if I could smell the scent of sweet-scented osmanthus again."

Ding Baocheng looked at Su Qian appreciatively: "Well, I really want to smell the sweet-scented osmanthus."

As the crowd walked forward, they looked at the two of them inexplicably.

Unexpectedly, the fog cleared up ahead, and I saw a towering osmanthus tree, and the wind blew off bursts of sweet-scented osmanthus. There was a stone table under the tree, and there were exactly eight stools beside the stone table.

There is a stack of sweet-scented osmanthus cakes in front of each stool.

"Damn it..." Wei An originally covered his mouth, but now he couldn't help admiring: "Can dreams really come true?"

Ding Baocheng walked to the table with a smile, picked a stool at random and sat down, and said with a hint of meaning: "It can indeed make dreams come true, but I don't know if it is a dream come true."

"What do you mean?" Su Qian was sentimental about her childhood warmth, and was taken aback when she heard this, as if she had reacted to something and her face changed slightly.

Ding Baocheng looked up at the ancient trees with yellowing leaves, and warmly invited: "Spring is coming and autumn is coming...it will be winter soon, are you sure you can't come and sit?"

Xuan Lang was the first to grab Lin Jin's arm and walked over: "Sit down."

Lin Jin was so frightened that he looked at Ding Baocheng pitifully and asked for help: "Why did you let me sit first..."

Ding Baocheng reassured: "It's okay, don't be afraid, just sit where you want."

Lin Jin took a serious look at Ding Baocheng's expression, seeing that he didn't look like he was joking, so he sat down next to Ding Baocheng anxiously.

Just as he sat down, Xuan Lang kicked his leg: "Get up."

Wang Xiuming took a step forward displeased: "Don't you know how to choose your own position? Let him test for you, are you a man?"

Xuan Lang raised his eyebrows and glanced at him indifferently: "Lin Jin knows whether I am a man or not."

Wang Xiuming's face froze instantly, and he clenched his fists tightly.

He wanted me to test the waters...Lin Jin got angry and stood up with a bitter face: "I really don't know if you are a man..."

"Shut up." Xuan Lang glared at Lin Jin, then sat on the stool by himself.

Ding Baocheng patted the stool next to him and called Lin Jin: "Come and sit."

Lin Jin was going over gratefully, but was overtaken by Kong Mingfan, who glared at Kong Mingfan furiously: "Hey, that's my seat!"

Kong Mingfan said, "Is your name written here?"

Lin Jin pouted and looked at Ding Baocheng.

Ding Baocheng stood up with a sigh: "You sit with me."

As he spoke, he walked to the opposite side of Kong Mingfan and sat down, letting Lin Jin sit next to him on the right.

Seeing Kong Mingfan's extremely cold face seemed to want to stand up, Ding Baocheng said: "If you choose a location, you can't change it easily, otherwise you will be responsible for the consequences. Am I kidding, you can try it yourself."

Lin Jin wanted to cry when he heard the pitiful hoarse voice: "Then I just sat down and got up again..."

"It's okay," Ding Baocheng said, "I'm here."

Kong Mingfan didn't realize what was wrong with what he did before, he just felt hostile by his little husband.

He felt that the two of them had already reconciled last night, so why is Ding Baocheng so indifferent now?

It's really a needle in the sea of ​​husband's heart...

So Kong Mingfan looked at Ding Baocheng innocently, hesitant to speak.

Ding Baocheng ignored him and patted Lin Jin on the shoulder.

Receiving Ding Baocheng's comfort, Lin Jin's nose was sore, he instinctively hugged a thick thigh, and suddenly felt relieved, completely ignoring the frozen three-foot gaze on the opposite side.

A gust of cold wind blew, and the remaining 5 people who were still standing shivered from the cold. This kind of cold was completely different from the ice and snow cold at sea. It was a very disgusting cold from the inside out.

It was like slowly cutting flesh and blood with an ice knife.

Ding Baocheng moved his fingers slightly, "It's too late, hurry up and find a place to sit down."

Su Qian no longer hesitated and stepped forward to sit on Ding Baocheng's left, Wang Xiuming sat next to Lin Jin, Xuan Lang sat on his right, and Kong Derui sat between Su Qian and Kong Mingfan.

Wei An became the last one. He shivered in fright, and moved over under the glaring gazes of Kong Mingfan and Xuan Lang. Just as he was about to sit down, he heard Ding Baocheng say, "You sit where I am now."

Wei An passed by without knowing why, Ding Baocheng stood up, asked him to sit down, held down his shoulder and patted him, then his fingers flickered and flew around the stools where everyone was sitting, and one person patted them on the shoulder one time.

He stood still, and saw a circle with the table as the center, surrounding several people.

"What are you going to do?" Kong Mingfan wanted to get up when he saw that something was wrong, but he felt like a jack was on his body, and he couldn't stand up at all.

Thinking of Ding Baocheng's slap on him just now, Kong Mingfan's heart sank:

- Could it be that he...

Ding Baocheng raised his voice and said into the mist: "The Eight Immortals welcome the bet, and they are already in place. Isn't your honor coming?"

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