Chunyin

Zhuang Heng settled the money on the table, carried Jumang on his shoulders and was about to leave.

Looking at the vast rain curtain outside the door, I was a little worried: "Maybe wait until the rain is lighter before leaving."

He glanced at Goumang: "The rain will not stop for a while."

Then he held the person in one hand and the umbrella in the other, and walked into the rain.After walking a few steps, seeing that I didn't follow, I turned back to look at me.

I said, "I'm going by water."

He said, "Come here."

I saw him carrying Ju Mang, half of their bodies were poured in the rain, and I felt very helpless. The land said that the Jiao clan lacked mentality, could it be that Zhuang Heng is lacking here?It's really sad.

I walked over and pushed the umbrella towards him very old-fashionedly: "Then let's go."

On the way back, he saw me staring intently at the person on his shoulder, and suddenly asked, "When did you and Gou Mang meet?"

I took a look at the god hanging upside down on his shoulder, and saw that the peach blossom in his hair was loose and about to fall off, so I reached out and simply took it off, held it in my hand, put it on the tip of my nose and sniffed it, wondering if these gods had touched it Did things also have more aura? While talking about the occasional encounter with Jumang at that time, he asked, "It seems that you and Dongjun have a very good friendship?"

Zhuang Heng asked, "Where were you before that?"

I froze for a moment, and slowly recalled: "I was in the East Lake at first. In the second year, there was a flood, yellow mud soup, I was wrapped in the flood, and I didn't know where I was washed. When the water fell, I came back to my senses. , it’s at the Bitter Water River.”

"Speaking of which, I saw Dongjun when I just came out of the cave." I recalled and explained, "There is a deep and dark cave at the bottom of the Kushui River. I was in it, as if I was in the mother's womb, like in the womb. In the egg, it seemed to be in another universe that was not yet opened. I felt very good, so I stayed there for a long time. One day, a crack opened in the top of my head, and a golden light shot in. I went out along the crack, and saw that the outside was just It was early spring and February, and Dong Jun was doing the magic trick on the clouds, so I just saw him from afar."

Zhuang Heng listened thoughtfully.

I looked at the drunk Shenjun hanging upside down behind him, frowned, and suddenly remembered that Dongjun said something strange when he caught a glimpse of me in the cloud.He said, "You're here! It's so easy to find."

I touched the invisible thin thread on my wrist in my sleeve, and then turned to look at Zhuang Heng——At that time, I thought that Gou Mang’s words were not meant to me, but now that I think about it, someone will always be looking for me what?

Oh, I'm sad again—I'm not sad now when I'm alone, but disappointment and joy are.

I look away.never mind.

I played with the peach blossom in my hand, and continued to say with emotion: "I have never seen a god, and Dongjun is the first one I have ever seen. Really... Really..." I was a little speechless, when I first saw Goumang on the cloud , It is indeed shocking to be a heavenly man, but when I saw it today, I felt a little complicated-this divine monarch looked at him closely, why is he a little out of tune?

"Really what?" Zhuang Heng glanced at the peach blossom in my hand, frowned slightly, and asked: "Now the little fairies in the lower world think that Guangling is not as good as Dongjun?"

I said, "The land of Menggu Mountain said so."

He asked, "Then what do you think?"

I was stunned for a moment, and I wondered what the problem was: "Why do I think that? I have never met Guangling Shenjun... But they said that Guangling Shenjun lived in a secluded place, and his temperament was very simple, unlike Dongjun, who is approachable and flamboyant... ah No, it is beautiful. If the Guangling god is the cold moon on the top of the mountain, Dongjun is the refreshing spring breeze. The two gods, one cold and the other hot, twin stars shining, are two pieces of beautiful jade in the sky."

What I heard plus nonsense, I was talking nonsense for a while.Zhuang Heng laughed. He lowered his head, hugged Jumang's two feet hanging from his shoulders to his chest, and said, "Oh, spring breeze? Beautiful jade?"

I said, "Dong Jun has a free and easy temperament, and doesn't stick to his behavior..."

Zhuang Heng said: "He is as drunk as mud at the moment, you are better off flattering me than flattering him."

I said, "What do I flatter you for?"

"I..." Zhuang Heng seemed to be asked by me, and looked at me speechlessly.

I said: "If you are the God of Guangling, I will definitely flatter you. But you are just a little Jiao being led by me."

Zhuang Heng: "..."

Zhuang Heng carried Jumang back to Huang Laodao's house, and was very rude when he threw him on the bed.Seeing that the top of Jumang's head was about to hit the bed, I quickly reached out to block it.Unexpectedly, Gou Mang's head was as hard as iron, and hitting the back of his hand was like hammering a hammer. My muscles went numb, I took a deep breath, and froze for a few breaths. Then I carefully withdrew my hand, shaking it while shaking it. He gave Zhuang Heng a sideways look: "Aren't you two good friends?"

Zhuang Heng glanced at my hand, and said lightly, "He can't fall to his death."

I:"……"

I don't quite understand the way their gods communicate with each other.

However, I rubbed the back of my hand, feeling a little fresh in my heart. The past hundred years in the Kushui River have been illusory, and I have never experienced this kind of specific and subtle pain for a long time. Ah, speaking of it, I also felt pain when Zhuang Heng grabbed my wrist just now — Tsk, these two, one god and one dragon, are really extraordinary.

Just thinking about it, Zhuang Heng got up after adjusting Ju Mang's posture, and handed me his hand: "Let me see."

Me: "What are you looking at?"

Zhuang Heng: "Your hand."

"Oh."

I handed it over kindly.Zhuang Heng's palms and fingers were warm and comfortable when he held them. He rubbed the back of my hands and palms lightly, and the pain really eased a lot.I withdrew my hand in a timely manner, and was about to thank him, when suddenly I heard the door being slapped, and when I opened the door, I saw Huang Laodao.

Huang Lao's Taoist hat was tilted, panting, holding a dying civet in his arms.

Huang Laodao said: "Mr. Zhuang, it's broken, it's broken! The Kanmen is broken!"

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