daily work in the underworld

Apart from Yan Luodian, Xie Bi'an was no judge, he went to the Well of Rebirth to watch the excitement.He looked at the thoughtful Fan Wujiu, and followed him back to the small courtyard.

The mint in the yard has sprouted and sprouted, and the tender green leaves exude a refreshing fragrance.Fan Wujiu looked at it for a while, and without hesitation, he picked a branch and put it in the window with the water from the well of death.

Xie Bi'an watched him play with the plants, looking absent-minded.

"No fault..."

"Thank you..."

The two spoke at the same time, looking at each other, obviously wanting to say something.

Xie Bi'an waved his hand, and pulled Fan Wujiu to lean against the young couple: "Ask."

He knew that Fan Wujiu must have a lot of questions at this moment, he couldn't remember clearly before, and he was not happy to ask.Now, through Linhai Shenjun and his memories, he must be curious.

"...It's not really important," Fan Wujiu hesitated, but he said it anyway, "How did you come up with a way to distribute the soul fire to me?"

Xie Bi'an raised his eyebrows unexpectedly.

He originally thought that Fan Wujiu would ask some questions related to his own fate, but he didn't expect it to be this.

"At that time, I kept your soul, and after watching it for a long time, I found something wrong, so I naturally thought of this way," he said lightly, "It's better to try it, it's better than watching you disappear little by little. .”

While listening, Fan Wujiu thought of the past he saw in the well.

Sitting alone in the dark cell, Xie Bi'an not only had to endure the howling ghosts and howling wolves around him, but also, with obsession, looked after his dying soul, and endured a thousand years of loneliness with that little bit of hope.

A little distressed, but also a little sad.

He has never been very good at hiding his expressions, his thoughts are basically written on his face, and Xie Bi'an knows it at a glance.

He reached out and pulled the man into his arms.

Fan Wujiu didn't resist, leaned on his chest obediently, and closed his eyes.

The matter has long passed, and there is no room for turning around. Saying anything is nothing but regret and regret.

Now for Xie Bi'an, as long as that person is still by his side, it is enough.

A few days later, Lord Yan Luo called them to go, saying that the winter solstice had passed, and Mu Xiu, who had originally agreed to give them, would naturally have to make up.

Xie Bi'an was naturally happy to be at leisure, so he dragged Fan Wujiu away quickly, it should still be Chinese New Year in the world now, they went just in time to catch up with the end and join in the fun.

This time the exit of the underworld is in Chenzhou, which is not far from Fan Wujiu's hometown Lingzhou, the two of them decided to go back and have a look during the New Year's Eve.It's just that Fan Wujiu hasn't been back for nearly a hundred years, so naturally the hometown in his original impression has changed a lot.

Silently mixed into the market crowd, Xie Bi'an and Wan Wu Jiu followed the bustling flow of people and strolled around the market.

The new year has passed, and the market at this time is mostly craftsmen and businessmen.They want to take advantage of the last moment to earn more money, so shouting can be heard everywhere in the market.

All kinds of food can be seen everywhere in the market: hot noodle soup wontons, thick and delicious meat buns, charred and tempting sesame seed cakes, and various pastries and maltose with the smell of molasses, which attracted most people's footsteps.

Most people who go to the market will choose a bowl of hot noodle soup with a few buns. Not only will they be full, but they will also be hot after eating in winter, so that they will have the strength to continue working.

For Fan Wujiu and Xie Bi'an, they can't taste most of the food in the world, so for them, watching people eat these things is more interesting than eating them by themselves.

Fan Wujiu looked at the market in his hometown with a little nostalgia, and his thoughts seemed to have drifted back to a long time ago: "When I was still with that old master, he would always bring me here during the New Year's Eve, to eat a bowl of hot food. Soup noodles, buy some gadgets, and then draw Jiujiu Hanmei pictures in the library, and learn to repair books with him."

Xie Bi'an stood beside him, listening quietly.

"At that corner, there used to be a candied haws seller." Fan Wujiu suddenly pointed to the corner of the intersection, and now there is a stall selling sesame seed cakes, "That man was originally a peddler, running around the whole city, Buy it wherever you go."

He paused, as if he was trying to grab a fairly complete fragment from his already blurred memory: "Sometimes he just walked outside the library, and I heard the sound of selling, so I wanted to buy a bunch of them to try. Taste, unfortunately no money around.

"By the time I found the old master, took the copper coins and ran to the door, he had already left.

"I've been wanting to eat that candied haws since then, and I finally found him at the market during the Chinese New Year. The taste is good, but I always feel that it's not as delicious as I imagined."

Candied haws are very sour and not particularly sweet, but for Fan Wujiu at that time, this taste was already one of the few tastes in his poor life.

Apart from this incident, what Fan Wujiu still remembers clearly is the aroma of sweet-scented osmanthus cake.

It was a memory of my parents when I was a child. Accompanied by the fragrance of sweet-scented osmanthus in autumn, my mother's Wu Nong's soft words and my father's hearty laughter.

This is also one of the few memories he has of his parents.

Just turn left at the end of this road, and there is a pastry shop.

Xie Bi'an saw that there was a bit of nostalgia in his eyes, so he let him in to buy, while he waited outside the door.

There is no other reason, if there are two ghost messengers in a small shop at the same time, even if there is nothing wrong at first, the ghosts will be attracted by their two breaths.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, he followed the route he had seen before and walked to a snack shop.

Most of the goods bought in this store are fragrant candy seeds, and candied haws are also available.Xie Bi'an took out the copper plates and bought a bunch.

Then he quickly walked back to the pastry shop, just in time Fan Wujiu was also sold out, holding two oiled paper bags in his hand.

The two handed over the things in their hands at the same time, but they bumped into each other.

Xie Bi'an couldn't help but borrow the pastry from Fan Wujiu first: "Buy it? Try this."

Nodding his head, Fan Wujiu took the candied haws and gnawed one, the taste was not too strong for him.The taste of hawthorn is very sour, but the core has been removed. The flesh is very thick and the taste is strong. Only the layer of translucent amber syrup hanging outside can alleviate it.

This taste seems to be somewhat similar to what he ate thousands of years ago, but it is also different.

Things are wrong.

Fan Wujiu turned his head and saw Bai Wuchang beside him frantically opening the oiled paper bag.He seemed to be a little scalded by the freshly baked pastry, and he was a little embarrassed, but he looked exactly the same as when the two first met thousands of years ago.

Even if time goes by, there will always be something that he can grasp, Fan Wujiu thought.

that's enough.

Xie Bi'an took a bite of a small piece of sweet-scented osmanthus cake, felt the faint taste in his mouth, and swallowed it anyway.

The pastry is still fluffy and full of aroma, it's just my own problem if I can't taste it.

He wanted to ask Fan Wujiu how the candied haws tasted, but seeing him smiling and looking at him, a soft spot in his heart was touched.

"It tastes good." He handed over the half-bitten sweet-scented osmanthus cake. "The taste is not much different from the previous one. The craftsmanship of this shop has been passed down."

Fan Wujiu hummed, and gnawed the remaining half of the pastry with his hands.

After eating, there were some crumbs at the corner of his mouth.Xie Bi'an stretched out his hand, brushed his fingers lightly over the corner of his mouth, and wiped away the remaining sweet-scented osmanthus honey.

Fan Wujiu felt it later, and touched the corner of his mouth.

"It's clean." Xie Bi'an held him by the hand, "Let's go."

Fan Wujiu stopped.He suddenly tore off his charm and disappeared into the crowd in an instant.

Xie Bi'an raised his eyebrows and did the same as Fan Wujiu.

Then he felt a soft touch on his lips.

Fan Wujiu grabbed Xie Bi'an's collar, pulled him down, and kissed him.

Xie Bi'an was caught off guard, he was still carrying something in his hand, so he could only lower his head and let Fan Wujiu go.

He felt the sweet and sour taste between his lips and teeth.

It seems that the candied haws just now are quite sweet, he thought.