I rely on tea and lotus to save Master

Wen Yan followed Wen's father into the house, and what greeted his eyes was the familiar carpet and bright glass floor-to-ceiling windows, as well as a large table of dishes and his mother who was dividing the dishes.

She wore an apron and earrings he had given her when she was ten years old.

"You child, where have you been these days? Do you know how worried your mother is?"

Fine wrinkles appeared in the corners of Zhong Kezhu's eyes, and there was a smile on the corners of his lips, showing long-lasting love in his eyes.

"No matter where you go in the future, you have to tell your parents not to worry us, okay?"

Wen Yan's throat was sour, and he said hello in a hoarse voice.

He saw his mother holding the table and coughing twice, and his father stepped up to support her. The close and familiar relationship between the two made him feel confused, as if it hadn't been like this from the beginning.

"Stinky boy, don't come over for dinner soon, do I have to invite you over?"

Wen Yan came back to his senses, apologized respectfully, walked to the dining table and was about to sit down, but saw his mother smiling at him tenderly, and softly scolded his father for being too harsh on him.

Wen Yan looked at them helplessly, clenched the chopsticks in his hand, and began to plan the food, fearing that someone would snatch it from him, tears flowed down his face to the front of his clothes, some fell into the bowl, Dye the food bitterly.

"You child, why are you still crying?" Zhong Kezhu walked towards Wen Yan, and while wiping the tears on his face carefully, he turned his head and stared at Wen's father. Wen's father choked and avoided his wife. Too brutal a look.

Just like a normal couple.

Just like an ordinary family of three.

"No, I'm so happy." Wen Yan took a few paper towels and wiped them casually, then said to Zhong Kezhu with a bowl in his hand, "Thank you mom, your cooking is really delicious."

"After eating for so many years, I'm only willing to boast today." Zhong Kezhu looked at him and said angrily, "Then you have to finish this table of dishes today, and they are specially made for you. Wash the dishes, and your dad will do the washing after eating."

"Don't involve me in the agreement between your mother and son."

"What do you know, this is a family agreement."

Wen Yan ate in a daze, but there was no other taste in his mouth except bitterness.

He listened to his parents bickering from time to time, but he didn't feel the slightest joy in such a warm scene.

It's as if... none of this could exist at all.

After dinner, Wen's father called Wen Yan into his study room, and after a lot of talk, he suddenly wanted to play chess with him on a whim. It was the first time Wen Yan discovered that his father smiled so handsomely, revealing everything in every move. Show the charm of a mature man, like an eagle flying high in the mountains.

Zhong Kezhu peeled pears and mangoes himself to make a platter, and sat between the two of them while watching chess while eating the fruits.

It's fun, not happy.

Wen Yan was preoccupied, and lost three games in a row, but Wen's father didn't think it was boring, and personally pointed out how he should make a certain move.There is no disdain, ridicule or disgust in his eyes, only pure love and concern, which makes Wen Yan always feel very dazed.

After ten o'clock in the evening, Father Wen had to deal with work, so Wen Yan went back to the bedroom early.That room is still the same as it was before, with a wide and soft double bed, a carpet, a sofa, and a lonely doll on the floor. Frosty moonlight.

The high hanging full moon is so cold, hanging on the high treetops, showing a kind of unreachable beauty.

It would be great if there were still stars all over the sky, Wen Yan thought.

This idea is very strange. Common sense tells him that when the brilliance of the moon is too strong, the brilliance of the stars will be hidden, so there is the saying that the moon and stars are rare. It is almost impossible to coexist with the full moon and the brilliance of the stars.

But he seems to have seen it.

Perhaps in an unknown dream.

He lost a star.

"Tuk Tuk Tuk."

Wen Yan turned around in a daze, and met his mother's gaze.

"I warmed you a glass of milk, drink it before going to bed."

"……Thank you."

"Are you going out tomorrow?"

Wen Yan didn't know what to answer.

"Tomorrow may be a sunny day."

"Mom." Wen Shengsheng called out sparsely, "Why are you talking about the weather all of a sudden?"

"Because of me, I hope that it will be a sunny day when my precious son sets off." Zhong Kezhu smiled softly, and the pair of pearl earrings dangling from his earlobes shook lightly. A few not-so-obvious arcs were drawn, "It must be a good weather."

"Is tomorrow the end of the holiday?" Wen Yan asked.

"Maybe."

It wasn't until Zhong Kezhu's figure disappeared at the end of the corridor that Wen Yan looked back slowly, and his eyes fell on the deserted full moon.

He closed the door, put on pajamas and lay on the bed, but couldn't fall asleep anyway.

The soft mattress is comfortable and comfortable, and it should be easy to fall asleep lying on it.

However, he seems to have gone back to a long time ago, looking at the frosty playing idols is like seeing ghosts all over the ground.

His arms were empty, so he randomly grabbed a shark doll and hugged it, but he still felt that something was wrong, it seemed to be the size, weight, temperature, and the ubiquitous scent of bitter lotus.

When he stuffed his arms to the brim, he realized that what was empty was not between his arms, but the insignificant distance between the left and right atria.

He lacked someone in his heart, and that person should be cold and stiff when hugged, like a corpse that has been frozen for too long.

That person doesn't know how to laugh. Occasionally he will startle people by pretending to smile. He has a bad personality and is very awkward, but occasionally he is honest, like a proud and embarrassed kitten.

That man...was very nice to him.

who's that person?

He forgot.

Wen Yan lay lonely on the bed, the other side was occupied by scattered dolls, he slowly raised his hand to reach the silent full moon outside the window, but only touched the cold and sticky night with his hands.

There should be another person in his bed.

That fragile star that he had forgotten would be cold all over his body on such a night, trembling uncontrollably, and his heart felt like a knife.

If he is not there, he will die silently in such a night sky, and there will never be a day when he will shine again.

He promised him... that he would stay by his side every step of the way.

He actually forgot.

Wen Yan suddenly turned over from the bed, slammed open the window and jumped out of the window, landed firmly on the soft and fine lawn, he ran towards the outside of the fence, and looked back with difficulty before opening the fence door. Take a look at the home of his dreams.

The two little rabbits had already fallen asleep, nestled in their soft and warm sleeping pads, maybe having a dream of grass smell.

The window of the bedroom adjacent to his bedroom was opened, and his mother was standing at the window, looking at him with eyes that he couldn't see clearly.

"Leaving so early?" She sighed deeply, "Why can't you stay one more night."

"I thought I could stay one more night."

Wen Yan looked at her, feeling suffocated in the heart, and could hardly breathe: "I'm sorry."

She didn't speak any more, but the figure by the window never disappeared, Wen Yan struggled to bleed and fester inside, but what came out was just a too ordinary apology.

"Are you leaving us?"

Wen Yan's eyes were flushed, and he stretched out his hand to support the hedge beside him. After a while, he said in a hoarse voice: "You abandon me once, and I abandon you once. It's just even, isn't it?"

"...Do you blame us?"

Wen Yan was stunned.

Resent it?

They just didn't grow up with him.

Do you not complain?

Wen Yan opened his mouth, but found that he couldn't say these two words easily.

Zhong Kezhu still let out a long sigh, but at this time her eyes were not on Wen Yan, but gradually moved away, reaching the depths of the night that could not be seen clearly.

"Xiao Yan, the road ahead is long and long, so take care."

"If you can't stay there, come back here, and we will wait for you."

Before the words fell, the dark clouds completely concealed the moon.Bean-sized raindrops poured out of a basin, crackling and hitting the ground.

Wen Yan changed back to his original kendo uniform, and suddenly an oil-paper umbrella appeared out of thin air in his hand. The amber light on it gradually faded, and it looked like an ordinary umbrella.

"Mother will always shelter you from the wind and rain."

Wen Yan suddenly knelt down heavily, and kowtowed several times to Zhong Kezhu by the window. Instead of opening the umbrella, he carefully put it in the Qiankun bag for preservation.The rain wet his clothes, and he didn't know whether it was rain or tears streaming down his face.There was blood on his forehead, which was quickly washed down by the rain. The smell of blood made his face pale. He braced his body and bid farewell to the strange and gentle mother.

Thunder roared in the sky, and Wen Yan rushed out of the door with his sword in his hands, and returned to the Huashen Valley trial field in the next moment. What he didn't see was that the entire illusion also collapsed completely at that moment, and the figures inside were all Disappear.

The corpse fragrance skull that belonged to him has returned to its place, but the other skull is still floating in the air - Gu Jianhan has not come out yet.

Wen Yan was very anxious, but he didn't know what to do, his hands were shaking while holding the skull.

It is the first time that Wen Yan has experienced this feeling so profoundly that he is a waste snack that can only do things in a hurry.

"Master, come out quickly, please."

He hugged the skull and prayed desperately, his voice was hoarse, like a flame extinguished by heavy rain.

The thunder-type spiritual power on his body came out out of control, and the branch in the heart of the skull felt the familiar spiritual power breath, tentatively stretched out and poked Wen Yan's hand, and it took a while to slowly curl up on Wen Yan wrist.

Wen Yan didn't notice it, but the next moment he appeared in a strange palace, with ghost candles flickering all around, mournful winds blew up, and the smell of blood filled the enclosed space. He carefully wiped off the water on his face, and put on Gu Jianhan's A mask made for him.

Is this what Gu Jianhan desires most in his heart?

Holding the sword, he walked in step by step, but after passing through a slightly closed door of human bones, he saw his master in red and white hair.

On the high skull demon seat, his master's eyes were slightly closed, his face was pale, blood was continuously flowing down the sword in his hand, Du Shuang let out a series of mournful wailing, but his master only felt noisy, Simply throw away the sword.

And under the high seat, there are blurred flesh and blood all over the floor, most of them have been tortured out of shape.

Kneeling at his feet was also a white-haired man with no flesh on his body. He unconsciously made a frightening sound. Gu Jianhan kicked him away, and the sharp ice blade pierced into his blood and bones. prick.

Wen Yan suddenly felt very cold.

It was much colder than the heavy rain just now.

His instinct told him that he should run away at this moment, escape from this absurd and cruel palace, that person was not his master, but a down-to-earth, murderous monster.

But the picture outside the trial field appeared in his mind. Gu Jianhan hugged his waist, put his head lightly on his shoulder, and told him sullenly that he hoped that he would stay by his side every step of the way.

He promised him.

How can you leave him alone?

"Who trespassed on this palace?"

Gu Jianhan had already noticed this young cultivator who didn't know the heights of heaven and earth. From the time he entered the magic palace to the time he stood at the door in a daze for so long, Gu Jianhan had been sizing him up calmly.

This person's eyes are beautiful, they are amber, like colored glass filled with sunlight, it must be beautiful to dig them out to make pendants.

However, he opened his mouth with difficulty, but he just foolishly called Master.

Zhao Ke has become a human pig, how can he have any disciples?

It's interesting.

Wen Yan ran towards Gu Jianhan, stepping over dry bones, stepping over hideous and indistinct flesh and blood, he no longer thought about what was right and what was wrong, but just rushed towards Gu Jianhan foolishly, wanting to hug his cold and cruel master, But it just bumped into a cyan barrier.

Gu Jianhan likes to wear Tsing Yi.

he knows.

"Master, don't you remember me?" Wen Yan stood outside the barrier, showing him a stiff and bright smile, the pair of canine teeth still seem to bite forcefully, "I'm Ayan, I Will smile at you like this."

He took out the Qiankun bag in his sleeve: "Master gave it to me. It is embroidered with cold moon patterns, and there is a small sachet inside. Master personally... embroidered it for me with magic."

"And this, Blind Eyes, you gave it to me, not to the Demon Lord. This is the Kongming Sword, you took me to pick it up, and there are also Baidu Pills, Peace of Mind... that's right. , and the spiritual root in my body! This is your auxiliary spiritual root, you can check it out, and you will know it!"

Wen Yan frantically searched for one thing after another outside the barrier, but Gu Jianhan just leaned on the magic seat and stared at him coldly, with a vague expression on his face.

"You said that this seat is your master, why don't you use honorific titles for this seat? Has this seat spoiled the apprentice like this?"

Wen Yan was stunned for a moment, and his throat was sore: "I'm sorry."

Seeing him sad, Gu Jianhan's cold heart was throbbing with pain.

He frowned deeply, straightened up and stared at Wen Yan unblinkingly, his eyes slid from his amber eyes to his smooth and firm body, and landed on his callused knuckles. After a while, he focused on his tight lips through the mask.

"come over."

He removed the barrier and hooked his fingers towards Wenyan.

Wen Yan was overjoyed, quickly put away his things, and rushed towards his master.

However, Gu Jianhan stopped him from wanting to hug him, stretched out his fingers to pull down his mask, and pressed his perfectly curved thin lips.Those beautiful cat eyes had completely turned crimson, and he raised them to look at Wen Yan, with an undisguised temptation in his slightly lighter tone.

"kiss Me."

Wen Yan was stunned, and stammered to Gu Jianhan: "Master, Master, we are not Taoist couples, so we cannot kiss."

"Just looking at you, I feel that you should not be my apprentice, but my Taoist companion."

"What are you dawdling for?" Gu Jianhan pressed his lips, his tone was full of indifference, "If you don't kiss, you can get out. For the sake of you being a fool, I don't want your life."

Wen Yan didn't want to leave.

He wanted to follow Gu Jianhan every step of the way.

What's so hard about kissing.

As long as he can achieve his goal, let him do anything.

"excuse me."

Wen Yan pressed Gu Jianhan's shoulder, approached him youthfully, and touched his lips lightly.

Gu Jianhan's lips were cool and soft, like milk jelly just taken out of the refrigerator.

"All right."

Wen Yan blushed, not daring to look directly into Gu Jianhan's eyes.

Gu Jianhan let out a cold snort, his earlobe was obviously red, but he still acted like he was able to handle it with ease. He stroked the back of Wen Yan's neck with his right hand and pressed him down hard. Their thin lips met, Gu Jianhan After licking it lightly, Wen Yan was stunned, allowing his master's soft tongue to slide into his mouth.

He brushed his teeth today... right?

That's right, that's right, in the illusion, I only brushed it once at night.

it's OK.

Wen Yan no longer had to worry about the future, Dang even pushed his master back, and plundered his master's aura in an anti-customer manner.Gu Jianhan wasn't unhappy when Wen Yan took the initiative, but he opened his eyes and looked at this handsome young man carefully, feeling that the sunny aura on his body was very familiar.

Where have you seen it?

Obviously he has been in the dark all his life.

It wasn't until Wen Yan kissed and hugged him into his arms that the scorching heat on his body was almost burning him, then he suddenly remembered that lonely moonlit night when someone said to him, Master, give me a hug .

He said that when people are tired, it is good to hug them.

He said that as long as he hugs him quietly, the inexhaustible sunshine and vigor on his body will be passed on to him, making him as happy as he is.

He said he would follow him every step of the way.

He is Ayan.

his apprentice.

They are kissing.

Gu Jianhan pushed Wen Yan away violently, the tip of their tongues showed silver threads, their thin lips were bright red, and even the corners of their eyes were stained crimson.

Gu Jianhan was dressed in red, his skin was whiter than snow, and the blush on his face was more obvious.

He tilted his head, and the white hair fell down his cheeks. Wen Yan held up the end of his hair distressedly. He didn't know what to say for a while, but looked at Gu Jianhan sadly, looking like a big stray dog. .

Gu Jianhan pursed his lips tightly, closed his eyes and calmed down the ups and downs in his heart for a while. He thought he had controlled it well, but the moment he looked back at Wen Yan, he was completely defeated.

He unconsciously curled his fingers, raised his arms and hugged Wen Yan's neck without warning, and put his head lightly on Wen Yan's shoulder, his tone was cold and fierce, with an inexplicable resentment.

"Bastard Ayan... why did you come here?"