Night Talk Hundred Stories

But said that Hei Yao and Qinghe left Wanhua Pavilion, then walked slowly along the long street back to the inn.It was late at this time, and after Wanhua Pavilion was far away, there was silence, only some lanterns were hung in front of the residents facing the street, illuminating a small square to brighten the hall.

Qinghe raised his head to look at the warm yellow light, his heart slowly became tense, and for a moment he just felt that it would be good to just go on with Hei Yao, but when Hei Yao turned his head, what he saw was the corner of the boy's mouth With a slight smile on his face, his delicate eyebrows and eyes were smudged by the light, like a superb ink painting, every stroke was outlined in his heart.

Maybe it was because the smile on the young man's face was too gentle and soft, Hei Yao couldn't help himself to stretch out his hand to stroke his brows and eyes, this movement was like when the two of them were still in the mountains, the huge black wolf lowered its head and rubbed against him. That little bluegrass.

Qinghe Yuemo also remembered the scene at that time, gently rubbed his warm palm, and said: "Hei Yao, if you don't want to stay in this mortal world any longer, let's find a mountain to practice hard..." He After thinking about it, he laughed, "Is this what mortals say about 'taking up the mountain as king'?"

Hei Yao lowered his head and touched his forehead, "If you are tired of walking around, we'll go, if you still want to see, we'll look at it side by side, besides, you little fellow, this mortal pastry Have you eaten enough?" Saying this, the smile on the young man's face became more and more obvious.

"Then it's settled!" Qinghe smiled, and said again: "I saw a bird in that inn yesterday, it was very spiritual, I asked him to send some pastries back to Wanyu Mountain for me, Shu Er should do the same. you recieved it?"

He slightly raised his head, looked at Hei Yao, the meaning was obvious: he was not the only one who didn't eat enough.

Hei Yao stretched out his finger and flicked the tip of his nose lightly, "The little mouse is just hoarding food, why are you hoarding orchid grass?"

"I'm not stockpiling grain!" Qing He rubbed his nose and said, "It is said that wolves prepare winter grain in winter, why don't you stockpile it?"

Hei Yao laughed, and while leading him to the inn, he jokingly said, "I'm not looking after you, I'll eat you whenever I'm hungry." These words reminded him of the first time he took the seed back into the cave. Under the circumstances, isn't it just thinking about eating that little guy?

"Don't try to lie to me," Qing He said disdainfully, "You don't eat grass. You're not a rabbit."

"That's because you don't know," Hei Yao explained with a serious tone, "I, a wolf, like to eat your fairy grass the most."

Qing He raised his eyebrows, "Really?"

"of course."

After finishing speaking, Hei Yao noticed that the young man beside him broke free from his hand and ran behind him. He thought that Qing He was serious and was about to explain, but when he turned his head, he saw Qing He leaping towards him with a smile, and said, "Then I will eat you right now." Crush you before you drop me!"

Hei Yao smiled slightly, bent slightly, and opened his hands to catch the young man's slender body, "Oh, it's really dead."

Embracing Qinghe, Hei Yao didn't let go, and simply carried him all the way back to the inn. When he walked into the lobby, the waiter in the inn thought Qinghe was unwell, and asked if he wanted to see a doctor.

Hei Yao looked at the sleeping boy in his arms, shook his head with a smile, and said softly, "He's just tired from playing."

Xiao Er retreated to the side knowingly, opened the door for him courteously, and said: "You two, please rest."

Hei Yao nodded, put Qinghe on the bed, reached out and patted his forehead lightly, and said with a smile, "It's easy to get tired after being transformed."

# # # # # #

In the early morning of the next day, when Hei Yaochu opened his eyes, he saw Qinghe rubbing his eyes and saying, "It's already time..."

Hei Yao was still dazed when he heard his voice, and said with a smile, "What's the matter at this time? Since you haven't woken up, you should sleep for a while."

Xiang Qinghe shook his head and said: "The orchid grass needs to be watered at this time. I'm afraid it's not good for it if it's too late. It's still recovering." After saying that, he forced himself to sit up and said: " Hei Yao, you can sleep a little longer."

"No need." Hei Yao took the clothes from the shelf and gave them to Qinghe, after thinking for a while, he said, "When he recovers, he will throw it back into the mountain." His tone was rather dissatisfied.

"Yeah." Qinghe nodded, got out of bed and straightened his clothes, and said, "You always don't like it."

"It takes up so much of your heart, why should I like it?" Hei Yao asked confidently, that too natural expression made Qinghe feel that he was wronged, he couldn't help but think, if Hei Yao put so much effort into taking care of the other A pot of bluegrass, I will definitely be unhappy.

Thinking of this, Qinghe nodded seriously: "Okay, let's go and see if there is any place full of spiritual energy in Liquan City, and put it there."

Hei Yao was naturally extremely satisfied: "Okay, we'll go out later."

When the sky was bright, the two followed the west of the city, which was full of aura.

After crossing the small stone bridge, the first thing that catches the eye is a stall set up by a person at the head of the bridge.

It was a calligraphy and painting booth set up by a young man dressed as a scholar. A wooden sign was erected beside the booth, and there was a letter on it - accept the orchids in the painting.

Looking around, the paintings on the booth are full of scenes of a young man admiring the flowers: the young man is wearing a green shirt, smiling or quiet, but his eyes are tenderly cast on an orchid beside him.

Qing He glanced at it and couldn't move his eyes away, Hei Yao followed his gaze and couldn't help being startled.

Qing He tugged at the hem of his clothes, wondering: "Is that the orchid he painted?"

Hei Yao nodded hesitantly, and said softly: "This person also has that orchid scent, I'm afraid there is some origin."

"Then...why was that orchid plant poached by that elder sister?" Qing He became more and more puzzled, "This man is obviously just an ordinary person."

Seeing the two of them staring at the orchid in the painting, the scholar saw a strange gleam in his eyes, walked around the stall and walked in front of the two of them, saying: "You two, have you seen the thing in my painting?"

Hei Yao and Qing He looked at each other, Hei Yao said: "Young Master, you are joking, there are so many orchids in the world, how could the two of us see each other?"

Hearing this, the scholar sighed almost inaudibly, the light in his eyes dimmed instantly, Qing He couldn't bear it, and said: "My lord, do you want to find this orchid?"

The scholar smiled, but the corners of his mouth curled a little reluctantly: "Yes, this is my most cherished orchid, but I lost it somehow, so I set up a stall here, hoping someone can give me some advice."

Qinghe thought for a while, and then said: "My lord, relax a bit, it's just a flower, don't worry too much about losing it, otherwise it's too late."

"It's not an ordinary flower..." The scholar shook his head, lost the interest in talking to Qinghe, walked back to the stall wearily, and cupped his hands at the two of them again: "Excuse me, if the two young masters see the flowers in this painting Orchid... or the person in the painting, please tell me next time, I am very grateful."

Qinghe looked into his eyes intently, the scholar's eyes were exceptionally clean, with a gentle breath, Qinghe knew that this person was not deceiving, but was full of kindness.

But he still didn't stop, just nodded slightly.

In the late autumn weather, even in the morning, Qinghe walked a few steps, and then turned back to look at the scholar. The young man in light blue was sitting there, and the sun shone on him, but he seemed more and more lonely.

The author has something to say: