Dabaojian he is too cute

The two maintained this action for a long time until the boat sailed away from the river bank in the dark.

Only then did Zhong Yue separate from Egret, and the two of them swam up to the surface of the water together, and the boat had become an indistinct black spot in the distance.

After confirming safety, Zhong Yue took the egret ashore. They were all soaked, and their clothes were wet and stuck to their skin, which made people feel uncomfortable.

"Are you okay?" Zhong Yue asked.

"No..." Bailu took a deep breath of fresh air, feeling a little dazed, looking at Zhong Yue: "Thank you."

Zhong Yue waved his hand, walked over and sniffed the man on the ground.

He was out of breath, and the bullet penetrated his vitals, so he should have been killed on the spot.

Zhong Yue reached out to close his eyes, Bai Lu came up and said, "I'll get someone to come and deal with it later."

"What do these people do?" Zhong Yue asked.

Bai Lu was silent for a while, and said: "It should be smuggling. I heard from my father that there are some things... no one cares about them here, and they can make a lot of money when they are shipped abroad."

Zhong Yue squatted down and opened the wooden box that fell on the ground, only to see a few pieces of porcelain inside, almost all of which were broken due to improper protection.

"These are all ancient relics." Zhong Yue said after only one glance.

"Can you see it?" Bailu leaned his head closer, water was still dripping from his curly hair.

Zhong Yue naturally recognized it, especially one of the celadon tea bowls, which was once a treasure that his old friend couldn't put it down.

Seeing you here again now, as a commodity that is not mentioned, and smuggled out of the country, Zhong Yue felt a little bit embarrassed.

Zhong Yue put the wooden box back on, thought for a while, and picked it up as a whole.

"Do you want to take it back?" Bai Lu asked, "It's all broken..."

Even if Zhong Yue has the best workmanship, it is inevitable that there will be cracks after repairing this broken thing.

Bailu suddenly thought of his wounds, and now he became uncertain whether these wounds could heal completely.

"Ride your bike first, go home early and change your clothes, and be careful not to catch a cold." Zhong Yue said to Bailu.

"What about you?" Egret frowned.

"The box is too big, I will walk back slowly." Zhong Yue said.

Bailu helped the bicycle up, thought for a while, put the scabbard on the belt, and looked at Zhong Yue.

He always felt that Zhong Yue didn't look very happy now.

"Let's go." Zhong Yue urged him.

Only then did the egret ride his bicycle crookedly out of his sight.

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Zhong Yue carried the huge wooden box and walked for about an hour before returning to his home.

This area is full of old houses left over from the previous dynasty. The surrounding folk customs are simple and simple, and every family lives with their courtyard doors open.

Qiu Yu was rarely at home, lying drunk on the ground in the shape of a big white tiger.

On his strong back, there is a pair of silver wings spread out. When Zhong Yue passed by, he opened his eyes a little.

"You flew?" Zhong Yue frowned.

Since Zhong Yue never rode him, Qiu Yu hasn't released this skill for hundreds of years.

If mortals saw this, it would be too terrifying.

"Don't worry, no one will see it." The big white tiger raised its paw, "I haven't flown for a long time, I'll practice a little bit, and then I'll take the children...fly around."

This idea really surprised Zhong Yue, it seems that this guy will be a good father.

Zhong Yue didn't want to chat much today, he rubbed Baihu's plush head, and went straight to the house with the box in his arms.

He changed his clothes, sat in front of the table, opened the wooden box again, and divided the pieces into several pieces by the light.

Here is a complete set of tea sets, including teapots, tea trays, tea bowls and several small tea cups.

Zhong Yue put them together like a jigsaw puzzle.

Because there were too many fragments, just splicing made him stay until the third watch.

Except for casting soldiers, Zhong Yue rarely has the habit of staying up late. He was dazzled by seeing these fragments, and even fell asleep while closing his eyes and recuperating...

His consciousness was erratic in the chaos, as if he had become a soul out of his body, he twisted and turned in the alley, and finally found a door in his memory.

That was the first time he met that mortal.

Because time has passed for so long, I almost forgot the other party's name, only remembering his surname Zeng.

There is a willow tree in front of the house, and the catkins flutter in the wind.

That day, Zhong Yue had nothing to do, wandering around the world of mortals, he happened to meet a man who was selling folding fans at the entrance of the alley.

When Zhong Yue passed by, there was a gust of wind, and the corner of the shirt hung upside down on the stall of this mortal.

All the folding fans fell to the ground, and some were covered with dust.

Zhong Yue apologized and helped him pick up all the folding fans. There were calligraphy and painting paintings on each folding fan.

The mortal was not annoyed, and took the initiative to talk to him with a smile.

"Where are you from? Seeing that your skin is fair and you don't look like a southerner, could it be that you are from the north?"

Zhong Yue only answered one sentence, then left from him.

Another day, when it started to rain, Zhong Yue went out to buy food for Qiu Yu, and met this man again.

With his face propped up, he was bored sitting in front of his house listening to the rain. From the open door, he could see that the small courtyard was tidied up beautifully.

"What a weird person. You don't even know how to hold an umbrella when it rains. Come into my house to avoid the rain."

Zhong Yue was not good at refusing, so he followed him into the house.

It was a simple, low room, all the furniture was antiques, but there was no trace of falling dust.

The smell of tea wafted in the room, and the other party poured tea for him and kept asking him about his experiences in other places.

In order to repay his kindness, Zhong Yue talked about his experience of riding a white tiger in the Taihang Mountains.

"Are you a god? Hahaha, don't be kidding, what's the difference between you and me?"

This was Zhong Yue's first time drinking tea. The other party's family was so poor that he couldn't produce any good tea, but maybe because of the proper way of brewing the tea, the fragrance of the tea lingered between his lips and teeth for a long time.

Zhong Yue likes this taste, and also likes the tea temperature felt through the cup wall when holding the teacup.

If he passed by when he was free, he would come and have a look and talk to the other party.

"This tea bowl is not bad, celadon, look at the koi on the lid of this bowl, how realistic..."

"My family used to be a well-known family, but now the family is in decline. There is only such an old house left, and it leaks when it rains..."

The next day, Zhong Yue came to the door with a big bag of gold coins.

"No no no, where did you get so much money, my family used to be a famous family, and I don't eat cheap food..."

"Okay, okay, just accept one, don't look unhappy."

Another day, when the rain stopped and the sky cleared, Zhong Yue used the materials he bought with that one gold coin to help renovate the roof tiles.

When I came down to rest, the other party brought a gadget.

"Don't understand, this is called a windmill, the wind comes—"

"Hey, why is there no wind? I'm blowing—hahaha, see, it's spinning!"

"I gave it to you. I can't afford it. I made it myself."

"No, no, no, you don't need to give me the gold coins. I told you it's for you."

For Yu Zhongyue, the episodes of staying in his house are like a revolving lantern, many details are not real.

I only remember that one day, Zhong Yue received another order from the sky and was ordered to forge new weapons.

He locked himself in the house without going out, concentrating on forging that sharp weapon.

He didn't know day and night when he was working. In a blink of an eye, winter came and fell, and winter passed and spring came.

The magic weapon was completed, Zhong Yue handed in the weapon, rode a white tiger for a trip to the West Lake, and brought back the best Longjing.

He was not willing to drink, so he saved up and went to Zeng Nafan's house.

The yard is deserted.

Zhong Yue stood in the yard full of weeds for a long time before pushing open the dusty door.

The door was already very dilapidated, and it couldn't bear Zhong Yue's light touch, so it fell to the ground with a bang.

Countless fine dust is raised, jumping in the light thrown in from outside.

The interior furnishings have been changed, and all furniture of any value have been looted.

Of course, including the celadon tea bowl that the owner loves the most.

Zhong Yue still comes here often, when the wind blows and it rains, he sits in front of the door and listens to the rain like a mortal.

"He died of a cold, a terrible death, there is no one in the family..."

"I don't know where the corpse was buried, and I don't know who is vicious, rolled up all his things and ran away..."

"Where is that person?" Zhong Yue stood under the dilapidated eaves and asked calmly, "Where is the person who robbed things?"

"No... I don't know, thieves are always running around..."

Zhong Yue sat down again and looked at the barren yard without saying a word. Moss grew on the rain-wet ground.

too short.

The life of a mortal is really too short.

Zhong Yue just sat like this, not knowing how long he looked at it.

When I opened my eyes again, there was a shadow of an egret in front of my eyes.

"Brother?" Bai Lu withdrew his hand.

Zhong Yue woke up quickly, and his voice was slightly hoarse when he spoke: "Why are you here?"

The sky outside was still dark, and the rooster hadn't crowed yet, yet the egret came over.

"I..." Bai Lu was stunned for a moment, and said, "I want to come and see you."

Zhong Yue turned his face away, and waved his hand: "Go and get me a set of brushes, ask Qiu Yu...or ask my cat, and you will know where it is."

Bai Lu went out, Zhong Yue let out a long breath, and leaned back on the chair wearily.

His white and slender hands slowly touched the celadon tea bowl with the koi carp on it, and put the broken pieces together, as if he could close it with bare hands.

"Is it called Zeng Fan... or Zeng Yonglai." Zhong Yue said in a low voice.

He looked down at the broken teacup, and gently covered the crack with his fingers...

Egret, holding a large row of brushes, was walking back to Zhong Yue's room.

For some reason, the moment he saw the tears in the corners of Zhong Yue's eyes, he felt very uncomfortable, painful and depressed.

Just as Bai Lu was about to knock on the door, he felt a burst of burning heat coming from the imprint on the back of his waist, which almost made him cry out.

what happened?Why did it suddenly get hot again?

Egret held the brush in one hand, and covered the mark with the other.

The burning sensation continued, but after experiencing the previous two times, Bailu was no longer so afraid, and he freed his hand to gently push open Zhong Yue's door.

Zhong Yue was sitting in front of the table with his back to him, with the celadon tea bowl under his hand.

At this moment, Zhong Yue's attention was so focused that he didn't realize that Bailu was standing behind him.

As long as Zhong Yue's finger brushes over the crack little by little, the mark on Bailu's body will become hot.

Bai Lu turned his head in disbelief, looking at the red marks on the back of his waist.

——That was the mark left on him by the person who forged him.

Bailu was scorched up and down, and his face was slightly red. He wondered if he needed to call Zhong Yue at this time.

Zhong Yue... is that the one who forged him?

Bailu blinked, and tentatively called "Brother".

Zhong Yue immediately stopped and turned to look at him.

The burning sensation behind Bai Lu disappeared miraculously at this moment.

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Continue tomorrow.

I'm about to take the eighth grade exam, so I will focus on review during this time, and try to ensure that the text is updated daily, but sometimes it may be short QAQ

Thank you for your support w

-感谢在2021-03-2323:38:29~2021-03-2423:43:33期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mine: Hengzhou Lonely 1;

Thanks to the little angels of the irrigation nutrient solution: 18 bottles of Blindness; 10 bottles of Little Rose; 3 bottles of Di; Gu Youyou Youyouyou, 1 bottle of Baiyinci;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!