[Ancient 2] This body and my body

After that, Xie Yi came less frequently.

After Xie Yi was let go of the pigeons a few times, he no longer set aside some time every day to wait.The drive core of the Yanjia Furnace was completed before another year of bitter cold in June. Although it could not fully cope with the coming severe cold in Liuyue City, it was still enough for the strong and powerful Lieshan people to spend a relatively warm half year.

Afterwards, Xie Yi declined Shen Ye's proposal to mobilize some Lieshan people who are proficient in Yanshu to be in charge of the overall production of Yanjia Furnace. He seemed to have found something very important to him from this kind of work, and he was reluctant and Willing to let someone else take over the job.

What's more, Xie Yi can assert that no one can make this Yanjia furnace as perfect as him.

...except Xie Yi.

In August, Xie Yi was appointed as the head of the Hall of Birth and Death.

This news was told to Xie Yi by the high priest Shen Ye.

At that time, Xie Yi, the first head of the Hall of Birth and Death, was intently and eagerly flipping through the precious classics that were not allowed due to lack of authority.

Parts were installed outside the core drive of the Yanjia Furnace one by one. The huge space that was originally empty was now occupied by this unfinished giant, which already showed its size, and the space left for Xie Yi seemed cramped.

He is indeed as he said, sleepless, non-stop, non-drinking, and eating, as if he has returned to a long time ago, has not been brought home by Xie Yi, and has been forgotten in Yanjia by that young man who is always distracted by too many other important things. When in the room, a person is doing his own thing.

click...

As a human being, what should be regarded as the heart suddenly throbbed, Xie Yi's hand froze, and the part that he was originally holding for debugging fell on the table, rolling all the way to the ground.

This is not the first time.

Xie Yi's good-looking eyebrows frowned slightly, and it was difficult to distinguish whether it was the so-called human emotion that came from the chest at the moment, or it was just a certain part of Yan Jia's body that had been in disrepair for a long time, and something went wrong.

"That's it."

After savoring secretly for a long time, but never again noticing the strange discomfort that always came suddenly, Xie Yi shook his head helplessly, bent down to pick up the parts that fell on the ground, and put it back on the table.

Unlike Xie Yi, who can always have whimsical ideas during the production process, so he always arranges the parts of Yanjia in a mess, and there is a sequence that can only be discovered by himself in the chaos. Xie Yi always does things clearly, step by step, and needs The Yanjia materials are also neatly arranged in different categories.

In the past, when the two of them lived together in Xie Yi's room, there would always be Xie Yi rummaging around in front of him, putting aside what he didn't need, and then Xie Yi silently worked hard after he was ordered to sleep. Clean up the messy room for him.When Xie Yi couldn't find anything, he would never get angry with Xie Yi who was packing up his things. He would just put down what he was doing and turn around and get tired of Xie Yi, asking over and over again; The troublesome Xie Yi complained, and could only look at his sleeping face helplessly and dotingly and smile.

The two have always insisted on their own way of doing things almost stubbornly, and have always respected each other's behavior habits. They go back and forth like this and never get tired of it.

Taking off the Yanjia glasses he was wearing, Xie Yi stretched out his hand and rubbed the center of his brow, his eyelids were slightly closed, his thick eyelashes trembled slightly, a bit of fragile fatigue appeared on his usually gentle and calm face.

I don't know if it's because of the long hours of work, but his slender fingers trembled imperceptibly. When he realized it himself, there was already a wrong force with his fingertips, and he squeezed the bridge of his nose with a crisp sound.

Xie Yi's carefully crafted Yanjia body, like a normal human being, made the most direct response to such violence.

Xie Yiyi felt the bridge of his nose sore, and subconsciously stretched out his hands to cover it.After a while, he looked at the bright red blood in the palm of his hand spread out in front of him, and fell silent.

Red, viscous, no rust smell, and a little sweet taste...

…What exactly did Xie Yi put in this body back then?

……

"Juice from solid wood."

Xie Yi spoke decisively, pinching Xie Yi's chin with his left hand to force him to look up, holding a wet towel in his right hand, carefully and cautiously wiping Xie Yi's face, which was wiped everywhere by himself who didn't know the situation. Yes blood.

This tragic scene still left him with lingering fears.

Previously, in order to find a ray of life for his clansmen as soon as possible, Xie Yi had to suppress the emotions that belonged to "Xie Yi", and forced himself not to think about what kind of mood Xie Yi would feel when he was left alone again.He only regarded himself as the "priest of breaking the army" and "the next high priest", and later became the "master of the hall of birth and death" who "has the right to read the classics that even the high priest has no right to read".

By the time he recovered from the inexplicable anxiety that was forced and urged by something, another year of bitter cold was coming to an end.

Xie Yi walked out of the Hall of Birth and Death in a daze, and met a low-level priest.

She stood under the hallway outside the hall, staring at the wooden branches with huge icicles hanging down, she turned around quickly when she heard Xie Yi's footsteps, she was too embarrassed to look at Xie Yi's face.

She said that she used to live in the lower city, but was transferred to the upper city recently, and she never imagined that the unbearable bitter cold was like this.

Xie Yi looked up, and suddenly laughed, he said - no, he also likes this kind of scenery very much.But it would be great if I could watch the flowers bloom in spring.

Only then did he remember that he hadn't come to see Xie Yi for a long, long time.

From the Hall of Birth and Death to Midtown, Xie Yi nervously punched his stomach, and also pondered the feasibility of pre-emptively hugging his thighs to repent. When standing at the door, his heart was nervous, excited, and at the same time It was guilt and shyness plopping.

But as soon as he opened the door, he saw Xie Yi weakly lying in front of the table in the empty room, his face was covered with blood, but he didn't care, he just stared at the open palm in disbelief, the palm was bright red ...

That scene is completely painstaking, a portrayal of the world soon!

Xie Yi sighed, and wiped the coagulated blood scab under Xie Yi's eyes with his thumb.

"When I used the wooden tree that I got from Hitomi as your spirit guide bolt, I didn't expect such a situation to happen."

Xie Yi withdrew his hand, squeezed Xie Yi's chin, turned his face from left to right, looked over and over again.Xie Yi closed his eyes slightly from the beginning to the end, obediently allowing him to manipulate.His eyes flicked over the corners of Xie Yi's slightly curved lips, Xie Yi felt itchy and unwilling to be seen by his calm and gentle smile. Bite gently on the bridge of his nose.

"I didn't expect you to be so bored by yourself that you would pinch your nose to play?"

Xie Yi, who was bitten for no reason, opened his eyes almost immediately, and clearly saw in Xie Yi's eyes the mischievousness and complacency of a successful child's prank, swallowed everything he wanted to say, and didn't know what to do for a long time.

In the end, he only sighed helplessly, his expression was always gentle with connivance.

Xie Yi raised his right hand. When the "culprit" was honestly on his knee, he didn't feel it. Now when he lifted it up, he could find the knuckles twitching indistinctly.

"I can't distinguish between day and night indoors. It's because I neglected to debug it. It seems to be malfunctioning now."

Xie Yi's complacent expression froze on his face.

Holding Xie Yi's disobedient hand in his palm, Xie Yi reached out and pinched his knuckles inch by inch.

After pinching it back and forth, Xie Yi spoke sullenly.He had a lot to say, but those words were stuck in his throat, making his eyes a little sore for no reason.

"...I'm sorry. I forgot."

……

"It seems like we haven't been this close in a long time."

Xie Yi closed the opened Yanjia shell, stretched out his hand to wrap Xie Yi's open hand.The warmth of Xie Yi's palm, which was as warm as his personality, dyed the back of Xie Yina's hand, which was as calm as his and always seemed a bit cold, with a thin layer of warmth.

Qu Zhi took Xie Yi's hand into his palm, Xie Yi leaned forward and hugged Xie Yi into his arms.

He was already as tall as Xie Yi, his youthful face faded, and became calm and resolute, and the bright smile that used to hang on the brows and the corners of his eyes also became restrained and soft.

So similar to Xie Yi, yet completely different.

He opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but in the end he found that he had nothing to say, he let out a long sigh of relief in frustration, and buried his head in Xie Yi's shoulder.

"sorry."

Since joining Master's sect, the belief that time will germinate, grow, and take root has been deeply ingrained.

His lifelong wish is to exhaust the way of haganism to protect one person and one city.

Therefore, he once ignored it, and now he has forgotten it. In the future, there may be times when he has to turn around and leave.

For Xie Yi, Xie Yi is the "unique" "one", but will never become the "only" "one".

"There's no need for that."

Xie Yi smiled, and embraced her with the hand that was not held.

He closed his eyes, and his smile seemed to still carry a trace of loneliness that was hard to get rid of, but it was also tender.

It's like as long as it's the person in front of him, no matter what he wants to do or what he wants to do, he will stand by his side.

The author has something to say: overtime.A month of overtime, with a sad and angry face, I will try my best to keep updating every other day.If not... then I must have gone to a place where there is no computer and no internet... QAQ